The Gift

Monstrous

*Scott's POV*

My muscles were sour, my head was still throbbing, and worst of all, my soul reeked of something I wasn't.

A monster.

I actually wanted to hurt someone today, not caring who it was. Not caring if it was Stiles, or Brenda, and surprisingly, not caring if it was my own mother. And that made me feel sick to my stomach. How could I ever think of doing such things? I'm not a monster!

Stiles had taken Brenda home, while Derek just walked away into the woods without even glancing back at me. For some reason I felt like he was disappointed in me. He seemed liked he actually did care about me. I told Stiles I would be fine to ride by my self. He kept insisting he should sleep over, but I didn't let him continue. I just wanted to be alone with myself. Actually, I didn't want to be alone with myself. I couldn't bare to look at the young boy in the mirror.

His whole life had been snatched right out of his hands within minutes.

He was no longer a normal teenaged kid, but a beast.

I let my body fall onto my bed as I tried to calm my breathing. I didn't want to cry right now, it's stupid. But thinking about everything, I let the tears come.

*Derek's POV*

Tonight was a close one.

I couldn't help but feel bad for Scott. After all he was only a kid. Still had his whole stinking life ahead of him. And now he had to deal with being a werewolf. And I, Derek Hale, had to be a huge part of it. I was going to help him master his ability no matter what. It's the least I could do. But before I do any of that, I have to find the Alpha who bit Scott. If that thing ever called for Scott, their was nothing I would be able to do to stop either of them. His call would control Scott, making him obvlious to any kind of memory or emotion he as a human would have. He would rip open a new born baby's chest without feeling any sort of remorse.

Now that, that truly scared me. The fact that I might not be able to stop Scott.

*Stiles POV*

Brenda was pretty traumatized about everything that had just happened. She didn't want to go home once again, but I didn't let her have her way this time. I drove her home, it was already 9:31 and her mother would barely be getting home by now. I pulled up by her lawn, and waited for her to get out.

"Stiles..." she trailed off.

"Yeah?"

"Can you, like... stay with me for the night?" she shook her head before I could answer.

"No I'm sorry. You can go home I'll be okay. See you tomo-"

"If you want I will stay. Just promise me your mom won't beat me with her chankla then kick me out into the wilderness at 2 o'clock in the morning."

I giggled and so did Brenda. We got out of the car and I followed behind her as she unlocked her door. The house was dark and I had to try pretty hard not to hit myself on a table or knock something over. I heard someone go up stairs.

"How can you see in the-" I heard a thump and Brenda let out a squeal. I froze and stayed silent. Oh God.

"Brenda!" I called out.

"OOOWOWOW!" she cried out. I plastered my hands onto the walls and blankly searched for a light switch.

Click

The kitchen lights illuminated my path, and in it I saw Brenda half way up stairs on her knees.

"What happened?" I ran to her.

"My stupid cast got in the way." She sounded sad about it, which made me laugh. She could be such a baby about stuff sometimes. 

"It's not funny it really hurt!" She hit my shoulder.

"Okay I'm sorry. Let's get to your room before your mom comes." I lifted her up and we headed to her room. I gently laid her down onto her bed and then awkwardly stood at her doorway.

"Um, well. Am I sleeping over? Cause we have school and I have to shower and stuff..." I scratched the back of my neck.

"Wait until I fall asleep. Then you can leave. Deal?" Her eyes looked glassy and desperate.

I thought about it for a second and decided.

I smiled at her and jumped under her fuzzy blanket. She immediately turned her back to me.

"Good night Brenda."

a/n

Night night