Drawn (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Aftermath of S1E7 (Nighschool)

"There's something you should know"

"What is it Stefan? And where's Klaus's blood. You said you had it."

"I do. Just let me tell you something."

"Ok? But I have to get back to Stiles. He's looking for Scott."

"Klaus said that the werewolves on the west coat are a different breed from the ones we're used to in Virginia."

"Ok? And?"

"He told me that they're bite works a lot faster over here. If you get bit, you only have a few hours to drink Klaus's blood.

And while it doesn't seem like too much of an issue, the side effects will take place almost immediately."

"..."

"I need you to be careful y/n. If you're going to stay here, in Beacon Hills, you have to be careful."

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"Shit." I gasped, looking down at the wolf bite on my waist. My wound was gushing blood and it was excruciatingly painful. I let out another bloodcurdling scream.

I could already feel the fatigue, and the sickness that came with it. My face became all sweaty and my body, pale and weak. I could see the misplaced bone sticking out of my shin, the skin around it turning a faint black and blue. The pain on the side of my waist was gradually increasing but I could no longer find the strength to scream.

I was dying. And nobody knew where I was.

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{3rd person POV}

Stiles had his head down on the teachers desk, trying not to think about the alpha getting to Scott and y/n. Lydia was trying to hug Jackson's arm for comfort, but he kept pulling away. Alison was biting her nails, pacing up and down the classroom.

'Y/n is probably fine right?' Stiles thought to himself. 'Yeah, she and Scott are just looking for the janitors body- dead body- that the alpha killed- and is still roaming around the school- and is probably going to kill Scott and y/n next. -then us.'

Stiles snapped himself out of his train of thought. He was going out of his mind trying to predict when y/n and Scott would get back. Or what would happen if they didn't.

"Did you hear that?" Lydia asked the three scared teens. "It sounded like a scream."

The scrawny brunette looked up from the desk and listened. A few minutes later and he had heard it again. The sound of a scream. Stiles couldn't tell if it was a scream of anguish or terror. But the one thing he could tell, was that it was a girl, and that she was in trouble.

"That was y/n." Stiles said. He ran to the door and tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. He yelled out.

"Y/n?! Scott?!" He shouted through the door. He jiggled the door handle in hopes that it would suddenly unlock, and he could go find y/n.

As if someone had read his mind, the door finally budged. Stiles could see a figure move out of the way from the textured door window, and disappear out of sight. He opened the door and looked back at the three others.

"I'll go with you." Jackson offered. He turned to Alison. "You and Lydia stay here. We'll be back."

"Yeah that's what y/n said." Alison replied and crossed her arms. Jackson and Stiles looked at each other and headed out the door to look for the source of the scream.