The Gift

Futures In The Trash

....... You Me At Six

*Scott's POV*

*Later that afternoon, Sunday*

"It's you!" I said, pointing a finger at the man who's been stalking me for half a week. I let go of my best friend, who had a hurt expression, and gave him a apologetic look.

"Yes, it is."

"You know this dude? Scott you know Derek Hale!?" I heard Stiles yell in disapproval.

"No I don't, he's been watching me ever since I got bitten. He's a stalker!" I ran over to my bed and got a bat out from under it.

"Scott, I'm here to help you. I know what happened."

"Stiles call your dad!-Wait what?"

He got my attention, I lowered my bat and looked him in the eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"I know who bit you."

"Who? Don't you mean what? A wolf bit me. A wild animal." I clarified.

"No. He's called an Alpha, and he's highly dangerous. I've been trying to find him for a while now. And I guess you were his most recent attack, so now I'm here to help you."

"Help me with what?" I asked, confused out of my mind.

"With transformation. And also to keep you safe." He said while sitting down on my bed.

"And every other living soul in Beacon Hills." He finished.

"Um, well. I'll be going now." I almost forgot Stiles had been in my room with me. When I looked over at him he was doing a weird movement with his hands, pointing towards the door.

"No! Don't go." I said, sounding more desperate then I meant to.

He turned around and stared at Derek intently.

"Wait, I remember you." He whispered.

"What are you talking-"

"You're Derek Hale. I saw you in the woods with your family. When my dad tuck me fishing." Stiles moved a few steps closer to Derek until they were only inches away. Derek didn't even flinch, he just stood as stiff as a board and gave Stiles an angry expression.

"Can you not?" Derek finally spoke out.

Stiles stepped back a bit but not fully.

"Hey, what are you doing!?" I yelled out at Stiles.

"It's him."

"Okay? Anyways, can you leave. We really need to just get some sleep and stuff."

"No, actually I can't just yet. If I leave, you'll kill every last person in this town. Your mother, you're best friends, anyone you can lay your eyes on. Or, I'll kill you before you can even have the chance to howl for your alpha." He sounded dead serious this time when he spoke, and I couldn't help but fear him more then I did a few seconds ago.

"I'm not what you think I am. It's, it's impossible." I didn't even believe what I was saying anymore. Maybe it was possible.

"It is Scott, and so much more. If you think werewolves are the only supernatural creatures living in this town, you're dead wrong."

I looked over at Stiles and he had a serious look on his face as well. I scrunched up my face and left my mouth hanging open. I couldn't even talk anymore.

"So, so... this is really happening?"

"Yes. And we start today. You're not playing that game on Tuesday."

He walked towards my window and jumped out. Disappearing into the foggy woods.

"If he thinks I'm going to miss the game, he's the one who is dead wrong."

"Scott, I don't think he was just making all this up. If you transforming means putting peoples lives in danger then you're not playing the game."

I tuck a deep breath and sat down on my bed. I really wanted to play the game, but Stiles is right. If I do end up turning and kill people, my mom and Stiles included, Derek would kill me. Or I would kill myself. The point is someone would just kill me!

"I'll tell Coach I can't play." I finally said.

Stiles let out a sigh of relief and smiled a huge smile. It was really contagious and I found my self laughing.

"Dude, I can't even think straight right now. You, my best friend Scott McCall, is a freaking Werewolf! Are we even living right now?" He started to pace around my room, his hands twitching while he thought about something.

"Uh, yes we are." I simply said.

"My God Scott. What happened?" This time he sounded upset.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this. Werewolves aren't real."

He sat down on my bed, and silence filled the room. He was right, this thing was going to mess up my whole life. And Derek said their were more of us and other kinds of creatures.  I just hope I never had to meet them face to face.

Or more importantly, meet myself face to face.