Stiles' tale

Gosh, Wolves can be so rude

Walking through the front doors into the corridor the bell rang right on schedule, the vampires all winced for a second at the sudden loud noise.

"So who's got what?" Asked Edward pulling out his timetable and comparing it to Jasper's. Soon they all had their timetables out and were standing to the side of the corridor away from the windows as they tried to work out who had lessons with who.

"Edward and I have maths together first thing, then I have Computer science with Rosalie then Economics with Emmett and Jasper." Stiles said, a few girls passed behind them and they were all ogling Edward. Stiles noticed this and shifted slightly closer to the other vamp.

"Well I suppose that the only times we're going to be able to meet up is lunch time." Alice said as another group wandered by and the smell of their blood washed over the vamps. They all paused and took a breather before continuing, "It'll be Saturday tomorrow and the storm is coming in, Stiles show us the pitch?"

"Yeah, totally." Stiles answered as the bell rang. He walked them to their rooms and they all said goodbye, he and Edward walked to their English room together.

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Stiles was uncomfortable, understandably so. He was sitting in maths and right behind him was Scott, he could feel the others breath on the back of his neck as he tried to concentrate on the equations in his book.

Edward had finished all of his and was leaning back in his chair, after all he had gone through all of this before and at this point was so sick of it he wanted to throw the desk out of the window.

It was 5 minutes to break, all he had to do was wait it out. Scott was shifting around behind him and every time he caught a waft of wet dog, and the windows were shut, the air was stagnating with a sickening smell; part human blood which would have been fine, enticing but fine, but mixed with wet dog it became more of a stench.

The seconds were slowly ticking down and he was almost free for a while. Just as the bell went he and everyone else in the class jumped up from their chairs and rushed to pack their bags.

"Stiles, wait." Scott called out.

It wasn't like the wolf needed to shout for Stiles to hear him, it was jarring. "Yes Scott?"

"Wait a second." He replied looking around until everyone had left but him, Stiles and Edward.

"So you wanted?" Stiles asked, somewhat exasperated. Edward stepped up behind the two of them and looked Scott over.

"About last night..... I never got a chance to ask you.....do you have anything to do with a recent killing?" Stiles eye twitched and he took a deep breath.

"What happened?" He asked.

"There was a hiker in the woods, he died and know one can work out why." Scott explained.

"How did he die exactly?" Edward asked, clenching and unclenching his fist. He was itching to harm this wolf, not something he usually felt, but then again this was his Stiles.

"He was a withered husk, they found clay on the ground around him."

"Right and what about that says Vampire?" Stiles asked, he was nearing his limit already. Looks like without him the packs investigating abilities went downhill fast.

"Well the body was withered so, you know I thought maybe they were drained." Scott said, looking down at his feet, he started to realise that maybe he was being accusatory and jumping to conclusions.

"Were there bite marks on the body?" Stiles asked starting to hiss a bit.

"..... no."

"Scott, do you know that its possible the clay sucked some of the moisture out of the body. They could have been dead a long time." Stiles said, trying his best to pronounce his words correctly around his fangs.