Teen Wolf Oneshots

My hero - Peter Hale

The ghost riders trying to take you was never something that ran through your mind. What would they ever want with you? You were average compared to everyone else in Beacon Hills. You were a B student, worked at a movie theater, and  were nowhere near supernatural.

Walking to your car that night just felt wrong. It seemed as if the moon had completely vanished and you were surrounded with nothing but darkness. Not even the street lights provided enough light to make you comfortable. Someone was following you, you just knew it.

Just walk faster, Y/N. You're almost to the car.
A sudden gust of wind caught you off guard. The sounds of horses trotting caused you to stop dead in your tracks. Without even looking, you knew it was them. You quickly began to run, but soon feeling something tight wrap around your neck.

Flipped over onto your back, gasping for air, you clawed at your neck trying to remove the whip. The gravel scratched at your hands and thighs, but you continued to fight.

Why didn't they just shoot me?
Coughed and sputtered as everything began to look hazy. A sharp pain spread from your ribs to your stomach. You could feel a warm liquid spreading down your body as you slowly gave up your fight.

"Get off of her!"

"Y/N! Look at me! Stay with me!"

Peter never told anybody that he imprinted on Y/N. He wasn't even apart of their pack, what would they care? He always felt drawn to her, but kept his distance. He doesn't even remember imprinting on her. All Peter knows, is that he can't get her out of his mind.

He knew when she was happy or sad. He could feel when she was hurting or in pain, which was usually only when she stubbed her toe or fell out of bed. This alarmed him. It was almost like her could hear her heartbeat pick up. As if she were running away from something. Knowing she should be driving home from work at this time, he knew something was wrong. He stopped everything he was doing and started searching for her scent.

Gotta find her. Gotta protect her. She's close.
Her scent filled his nostrils as he landed eyes on her. She was on the ground, being strangled by a ghost rider. He couldn't help but notice the fight she was putting up. The rider that caught her looked in his direction.

"Get off of her!"

A growl left Peter's lips and he lunged at the creature. All he could see was red. He snapped the whip out of the monster's hand. A newfound anger erupted from inside of Peter as he finished off the attacker. He glanced at Y/N and his heart dropped.

"Y/N! Look at me! Stay with me!"

Her heartbeat was slowly beginning to fade away. Her breathing was barely audible and the smell of her blood flooded his nostrils. Peter fell to his knees in front of her, putting her head into his lap. Her shirt was soaked with blood from an open wound on her stomach, marks from the whip embedded in her neck leaving red bloody tracks, and blood dripping from her mouth.

Peter knew she was slipping. He grabbed onto her hand, it was cold.  He knew what he had to do, but something was holding him back. To him, she was perfect. His perfect girl living in her perfect world. He didn't want to place this curse on her, and ruin her perfect world. Tears ran down his cheeks. He lifter up her shirt to find a place to leave his mark.

"I love you, please forgive me."

The pack was waiting for her to get off of work and join them for movie night. Lydia stood up from the couch and let out a shrill scream. Scott paced back and forth as Lydia sputtered out your name with tears streaming down her face. An hour later, Peter walked into the living room holding her bridal style, clean of blood and cuts.

"Ghost riders, almost got her. She " Peter mumbled as Scott followed him up the stairs.

Peter placed her down on the bed gently, placing the quilt over her small form. "Lydia-d-did  you turn her?"

"Please tell her I'm sorry."

The open window let in a breeze that immediately woke her up. She felt different. She scrunched her eyebrows when Peter's scent hit her. Why am I in Scott's bed? Why am I not dead? She sat up and looked around the familiar room. The last thing she remembered was being dragged by the rider, and blood. So much blood.

Her senses were heightened. The smell of Scott's room making her want to vomit. Not his room, just his lacrosse bag. She could hear Liam drop a piece of string cheese on the carpet. A small smile met her lips as she put two and two together.

A dull pain on her stomach caught her attention when she stood up. Wincing slightly she looked in the mirror. No marks around the neck. She lifted up the t-shirt that fell mid thigh, it reeked of Peter, but she loved it for some reason. A large bite mark was slowly fading away.  The skin around the area was slightly purple, but didn't hurt.

"Y/N!" Scott smiled as he entered the room. "You're finally up."

He pulled her into a big hug. "Scott, I'm a werewolf."

"Yeah, I can smell it." He trailed off as he let go. "We almost lost you out there, Y/N. You lost so much blood, Peter said-."

"Peter? Peter did this?" A soft smile met her lips, yellow eyes glowing with excitement.

Scott laughed. "Peter saved your life." Y/N quickly darted to where her black converse lied next to the bed. "Woah where are you going?"

"Gotta find him. Tell him how much I appreciate him."

The moon shone on his face. He didn't want to hurt her. Sure, he thought about turning her before, but with her permission. Never did he think a life or death situation would be the thing that made him bite her. The thought of never having her crushed him completely. Even if he didn't actually have her.

It had to be around 2am. He couldn't get any sleep, the once sweet dreams he used to have about her were now transformed into nightmares of her covered in blood, only he gave her the bite too late. He couldn't save her. Picking at a small purple flower that came from the ground, he caught her scent.

"I've been looking for you all night, Hale." She chuckled and sat down next to him.

He looked up at her, feeling guilty when he noticed her glowing yellow orbs. "Just trying to take my mind off things."

"I wanted to thank you, Peter Hale, for saving my life." She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

He couldn't help the blush that rose to his cheeks. "I wasn't just gonna sit there and let you bleed out or let them take you. You sure did put up one hell of a fight though."

"Did I now?" She chuckled and leaned her head on his shoulder. "If it weren't or you, I wouldn't be here right now. I know this is gonna sound cheesy and you hate cheesy things, but you're my hero. You're my knight in shining armor and I-I love you."

Her bright  colored eyes shifted back to her normal doe eyes. She looked up at him, eyes dropping down to his lips as they leaned in closer. Peter couldn't wait anylonger as he pressed his lips against her's passionately. He waited for this moment for so long, and now he was going to savor it for as long a he could. They both pulled away.

"I'll always be your knight in shining armor, Y/N."