The Longer I Live

Chapter 12: No, No. We Don't Need Any More Good Players

The next few days Stiles watched his sister like a hawk. Though she had yet to exhibit any signs of her skin-walker transformation, it seemed that Allison and Lydia were well on their way to making a full recovery. News of the animal attack spread like wildfire in the school and it only fueled the girls' popularity even more with heralding tales of surviving their ordeal.

Further complicating the situation at Beacon Hills High was Allison continuing to date Scott McCall, much to the dismay of her younger sibling. Stiles turned the corner of the hallway hoping to have another private discussion with Allison but discovered that she and Lydia were surrounded by their gaggle of male admirers. Still, he attempted to try.

Gulping down his confidence, he marched up to his sister ignoring the crowd of jocks sneering at him. He approached Allison who was flirting with lacrosse first line player Matt Daehler.

"Could I talk to you in private for a minute?" Stiles requested.

"Hey Stilinksi!" Matt taunted. "Go with play with your dolls! Only real men are aloud here!"

Fury showed on Allison's face. Grabbing the auburn-haired jock by the throat, she shoved him hard against the wall cracking the concrete behind his back.

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL MY BROTHER THAT!" She growled. "HIS NAME IS STILES! STILES ARGENT! NOT STILINSKI! GOT THAT?"

She squeezed hard on Matt's larynx cutting off his oxygen. Lydia, still wearing a bandage on her face from where the skin-walker cut her, gripped her arm hoping to convince her BFF to let him go.

"Allison! You're killing him!" Lydia begged. "Let him go! Please!"

"Listen to her!" Stiles added, trying to pry Allison from Matt. "You're hurting him! Let Matt go! It's okay! They're just words!"

The cheerleader let go off her hand dropping a gasping Matt to the floor. The poor jock scrambled to his feet and ran down the hall followed by the rest of the nervous jocks. It seemed that the pretty cheerleader did not seem so appealing after all.

Holding her arm, Lydia stared at her best friend. "What's wrong with you today? You've suddenly turned into Wonder Woman."

Fear and worry exhibited on Allison's face. Small tears started to secrete from her eyes. "I...I don't know. I'm just not myself anymore since the animal attack. Something's happening to me...I can't explain it..."

"It's okay Allison," Stiles reassured her sister hugging her. "It's the trauma of the attack. It's finally hitting you." He turned to Lydia. "I think we should take her to the nurse so she can rest for a bit. She's had a long day."

Lydia agreed the two them escorted the teenage girl to the nurse's office. Passing through a hallway to the main office, Stiles noticed a tall figure with dark hair and green eyes in a leather jacket and jeans observing them. Excusing himself from the group, he made his way to Derek Hale who was waiting for him by office door.

"Derek! Are you stalking us now?" Stiles asked annoyed.

"The change is starting to happen," Derek commented. "That burst of superhuman strength is only the beginning. Soon her personality changes, making her even darker and sinister."

"Not on my watch, buddy," Stiles emphasized. "I'm going to find a way to cure Allison and break this skin-walker curse."

The Spirit Wolf folded his arms. "Oh really? How are you going to do that, Einstein? Simply go up to Scott McCall and kill him?"

Stiles paused for a moment hoping to think up a witty comeback. "That did cross my mind. Then again, I could always call Buffy Summers. If she can handle vampires, she could handle werewolves."