Demons - Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 5: Meeting Derek Hale

Scott and Stiles trudge through the small stream as I balance across a fallen tree that stretched across the expanse of the muddy water as orange and red leaves drifting across the surface. My worn boots scrape against the rough bark of the tree causing some bits to break off and disturb the water that hadn't been disturbed by my clumsy boys. I didn't notice the splintering stub on the tree until I tripped falling straight into a solid chest. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist to steady me. As I regain my balance my gaze rises up a t-shirt with a target in the middle. My eyes drag past a pair of perfect pink shaded lips that are curved into a smile before reaching the most beautiful pair of honey-coloured eyes.

"And you call us clumsy," Stiles breathes a slight chuckle. The ghost of a smile slowly curves up my lips before I nod my head and pull gently out of his arms. I suddenly miss the warmth of his embrace but carry on after Scott anyways, continuing on a mission to retrieve the inhaler he had dropped whilst he ran through the dark forest last night.

"It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball," Scott continued his rant about practice that I had been ignoring ever since we left school.

Trudging up a slight incline, Scott continues his ranting about weird stuff that's been happening to him since he got bitten by a 'wolf', "And that's not the only weird thing. I can hear things I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." I scoff but Stiles looks intrigued.

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles interrogates. His hands placed defensively on his hips a curious expression graces his features with a hint of disbelief. Scott sighs in frustration at his best friends' inability to believe him.

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket," Scott stated matter of factly before Stiles digs around in his pockets mumbling something along the lines of 'I don't have any...' to himself. A few seconds later he pulls a small ball of green gum wrapped in a bit of paper out of his pocket and looks at it in disbelief.

"And all this started with a bite?" he questions a hint of mischief in his eyes. Uh oh, he's up to something and I have a feeling it's going to be bad for Scott.

"What if it's an infection like my body's flooding with adrenaline before it goes into shock or something," the panic in Scott's voice begins to rise, but I know Stiles has ignored it when he decides to mess with someone, he will mess with anyone even if it's his panicking best friend.

"I've actually heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection," Stiles explains a fake look of sympathy on his face. I catch his eye from behind Scott's back subtly shaking my head in an attempt to dissuade him from his actions. But when has he ever listened to me? A wide grin spread across his face for a split second while Scott's attention was elsewhere, most likely on the panicked thoughts rushing through his head.

"Are you serious?" Scott's taking deep breaths now trying to suppress his panic.

"Yeah. I think it's called... Lycanthropy." Stiles sighs the last word as I facepalm behind Scott as his panic continues obviously having no idea what lycanthropy actually is.

"Is it bad. It sounds bad."

Deciding that since Stiles has already started, I may as well join him in his teasing I cut Stiles off before he can continue. "Yeah. Yeah. The worst. But only once a month." His expression shows he's now border lining a panic attack.

"Once a month?" Scott breaths in disbelief, probably wondering what the hell kind of infection only causes problems once a month.

"On the night of the full moon," Stiles clarifies for him. Scott just looks confused at this point, but panic is still evident in his expression although lessening as we continue with the charade. Simultaneously, Stiles and I howled like a wolf. I giggled when Scott pushes Stiles slightly aggravated right on the target on his shirt mumbling something about us 'being asses'.

"There could be something seriously wrong with me," Scott muttered accusingly.

"Yeah you're a werewolf," Stiles reply's growling adorably at the end. Scott shoots him a glare.

"Okay obviously we're kidding," I defended shooting a look at Stiles to knock it out and stop teasing our friend about the topic.

"But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, its 'cause Friday's the full moon," Stiles continued. I scoffed.

Scott suddenly stops in a small clearing in the trees. The forest floor littered with dead leaves in various shade of orange, yellow and red. "No. I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body... deer came running... I dropped my inhaler," Scott muttered kicking leaves out of the way.

"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles suggests. I get the sudden feeling we're being watched as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I swiftly look around seeing no one in the process.

"Well if they did, I hope they left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks," Scott sighed still sifting through the leaves. I glance around and there stood a man dressed all in black, he appeared out of nowhere, I could have sworn he wasn't there a second ago. His persona just screamed danger. His dark hair spiked and piercing green eyes glaring right at us. Stiles must have noticed me staring behind him because he spins, arms flailing, to catch sight of the man and hits Scott on the shoulder to get his attention off searching for his inhaler.

"What are you doing here! Huh?! This is private property," the man exclaims his voice devoid of emotion, glaring at us pointedly.

"Look sorry man. We didn't know," Stiles tries to reason, subtly standing more in front of me, not that the man would notice as his attention was solely locked on Scott.

"Yeah we were just.... looking for something... but it doesn't matter," Scott spoke up. The man chucked something towards Scott before silently walking away. Scott opened his hand to reveal his inhaler. What the hell?

"Okay I have to go to work," Scott mumbles turning to leave, only to be stopped by Stiles grabbing his arm.

"Dude that was Derek Hale," Stiles exclaims in a whisper." You remember right? He's just a few years older than us," he continues when Scott gives him a blank look.

"Remember what?" Scott retorts exasperatedly.

"His whole family burned in a fire like ten years ago," I elaborate less excited by the prospect than Stiles appeared to be.

"I wonder he's doing back?"

"I don't know... C'mon." Stiles grabsmy arm and drags me away from the clearing that once held half a dead body.