【Book One ----- Season One】COMPLETED
In which a young girl falls in love with a boy, who loves someone else while trying to figure out the dangerous town of Beacon Hills.
❝So... Lydia? You really love her?❞
❝Yeah. She's the most beautiful girl I've...
The entire car ride had been quiet for the past 13 minutes.
She glanced down at her arm - It still bothered her, and it felt like the veins were being ripped apart. Derek Hale was sat in the front seats, fidgeting from the pain - His skin was growing paler by the second, sweating, the infection weakening him. On the other hand, Stiles was still pissed off because he'd rather be doing anything else than driving the older werewolf around. He had messaged Scott hoping that he had already found what Derek wanted so they could get this over with.
A buzzing sound distracted Thaís from the pain - She turned to look over the buzzcut-haired boy's shoulder. Scott: Need more time.
Clearly, that was not the response he wanted. Stiles let out a groan and tossed his phone down beside him. "Come on," He grumbled, annoyed, and turned to look at Derek, who was still heaving in pain - This didn't stop him from not caring. "Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there." Thaís shot him a look, which he caught, trying to ask him to be nicer, and in response, he sent her a look back - No.
Derek kept his eyes closed, "Almost where?"
"Your house." Stiles deadpanned.
"What?" The older man inquired whilst his head shot up. "No, you can't take me there."
The younger boy chuckled humorlessly, shrugging, "I can't take you to your own house?"
"Not when I can't protect myself." The latter retorted.
Stiles gritted his teeth and quickly pulled over at the side of the road. He looked at Derek with annoyance. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm?"
"Are you gonna die?" Thaís intervened with worry playing out in her words - Deep inside, she knew that the answer to my question was most likely a yes.
Derek shook his head, "Not yet." He replied to her with a much calm voice than he did the other teenager, "I have a last resort."
"What do you mean?" Stiles laughed frustratedly, not having any of it, and glanced at the confused girl, "What last resort?"
Instead of answering, the agonizing werewolf rolled up the sleeve of his leather jacket to expose a bullet wound right under the inside of his elbow. The deep wound was filled to the brim with fresh blood. His veins were slightly darker and more prominent, making the wound look grotesque.
"Gosh." Thaís cringed in disgust - Feeling the ghost aching on her arm and the smell of rotting flesh had punched her aggressively in the face.
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"Oh, my God. What is that?" Stiles moaned whilst he looked away quickly from the scene, trying to erase the ugly memory from his brain. He glanced again but couldn't stop himself from gagging, "Ugh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out." He pointed at the door, making the werewolf heave once more.
