Love On A Full Moon: Derek/OC
HELLO my fellow Teen Wolf fans! I love this show, and more importantly, I love Derek Hale. Now if you're reading this story and expect to see my OC and Derek fall in love in like less than ten chapters, you're dead wrong. Now, I don't want to give too much away, so I'm going to start the first chapter.
[Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. If only I could though...]
Chapter 1: Bit On A Full Moon
"I'm tired Stiles! Go away!" I yelled to my idiotic twin brother. Honestly, I don't even know how we were even related sometimes.
"Ellie get up, it's important!" He exclaimed, shaking me again.
I sighed and pushed him off, sitting up and throwing my jacket on. "It better be." I muttered, following him out of the room. "What?" I growled, glaring at him.
"I saw dad leave like twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called, and they're bringing every officer from the Beacon Department, even the state police." This is big. Nothing ever happens in Beacon Hills, so I have to know what happened.
My eyes widened in excitement, "Holy shit, what happened?"
"Two joggers found a body in the woods" Stiles said grabbing flashlights.
"That's awesome." I exclaimed, but then I thought about the dead person. "Oh, right...yeah she's dead."
"Let's go!" Stiles said, but I grabbed his arm, halting him.
I looked at him doubtfully, "But Dad..." I trailed off, remembering that I was grounded for failing Trig. Like people need to learn math anyway. Like seriously, I'm going to become a surgeon, why the hell do I need Trigonometry?
"I doubt he'll catch us, but if he does, I'll cover for you."
"Thanks, twin. Let's go!" I said, running out the door into the frigid cold. Damn, I knew I should've changed out of my pajamas. I hopped inside our Jeep that dad makes us share but after we drove off, I realized Stiles was going the wrong way.
"Stiles, the woods is the opposite way." I reminded my scatter-brained twin.
"I know. We're gonna pick up Scott first."
"Cool, yeah good idea." I said, glad I wasn't going to be stuck with Stiles most of the night. When we arrived in front of Scott's house, Stiles kept trying his cell, but the wasn't answering.
"I'll try calling him." I offered, taking my phone out.
"Why would he answer your calls if he's not answering mine?" Stiles said, with a dumb look on his face.
"Because if you called me at this time of night, I wouldn't answer you either." I admitted, pointedly ignoring his appalled look.
Stiles left the car and walked toward the rose vine ladder thingy. I rolled my eyes and followed afterward, in case Scott gets freaked out or something. Instead of begging him to come down, I stood under the ladder near the porch and waited to see if he would fall first. Stiles wasn't the most coordinated guy.
"Hey, Stiles!" I whispered, "If you die, can I have your X-box?"
He looked down at me, "No."
"Can't blame a girl for trying." I muttered.
I heard Scott's door opening, so I ducked into the bushes, thinking it was Ms. McCall. I peered out and saw Scott with a bat, so I hopped out.
"Ellie, what are you doing here?" I looked up at Stiles, and silently counted to five. Right on time, Stiles jammed his foot and fell backwards, hanging off the roof. Scott and Stiles both screamed at the same time, making me giggle a little. And this is why I love these two.
"And there it is." I finally replied, with a smirk.
"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?" Scott yelled, clutching his bat.
"The scary thing is, he hears the same phrase everyday, but he still does dumb shit."
"Thanks for the commentary, Sis." Stiles said, sarcastically.
"Aw, you're welcome!" I smiled innocently at him.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods," Stiles said before jumping down to the grass.
"A dead body?" Scott questioned. This guy is dense. Stiles and I gave our famous twin annoyed look.
I rolled my eyes, "No, a body of water. Yes dumbass, a dead body."
Stiles jumped over the fence as Scott asked, "You mean like murdered?"
"Nobody knows yet, just said it was a girl probably in her twenties." Stiles answered.
"Well, hold on, if they found the body then what are they looking for?" Scott inquired.
I got an excited expression on my face, "That's the beauty of it, slow one. They only found half!"
"Awesome, we are going right?"
"We are so going." Stiles and I said in unison. We all piled into the jeep, and Scott forced me to sit in the backseat, claiming that majority rules. He's lucky that he's my best friend.
Before we knew it, we were in Beacon Hills Preserve, the deepest part of the woods. We all piled in out of our car excited about our newest adventure.
"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked.
"You're the one that's always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles said, grabbing the flashlights and handing me one.
"Yeah, come on Scott. Live a little." I said, nudging his arm. "I've been grounded for a week now. I needed this."
As we were walking, Scott talked about getting a good night's sleep for lacrosse tryouts. This was a big thing to him and he seemed really excited for this season, but I he and Stiles had never been good enough to play first string. Which really means no playing time for either of them. I never even waste my time going to a game. I know it seems bad, but I hate the look on their faces when they go home without having the thrill of playing on the field.
"Er, um... bro, which half of the body are we looking for?" I asked, catching up with him.
"Huh, I didn't even think about that."
Scott chuckled humorlessly, "And what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"
"Also something I didn't think about."
"It's funny, because ever since we were little I always knew that you would lead Scott and I to our deaths." I said, matter-of-factly.
We began to climb up a high hill and Scott started wheezing a little, "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?"
Stiles ignored him and I smacked him on the head, "Idiot." Then I turned to Scott. "You cool, dude?"
"Yeah," He wheezed slightly and took a puff from his inhaler.
"Yeah, ask if he's ok after you smack me." Stiles snorted.
"Well you lost all your brain cells anyways, you'll be alright." I retorted, receiving a glare from him.
"Alright guys, knock it off." Scott intervened, a little peeved by our banter. Stiles ducked on the ground quickly, seeing that the search party was extremely close. Instantly, Stiles got up and started running across, almost making it obvious. I would've told my dumbass twin that dad had the dogs out, but I wasn't getting grounded another week for him. No way, sorry twin.
I stayed behind with Scott and I kept calling Stiles, but the dogs caught him.
"Stay there!" I heard someone yell.
"Hang on, hang on this delinquent belongs to me." a familiar voice called. Shit it's dad! Scott and I hid behind the tree and Scott put his hand on my mouth.
"Now, where's your partners in crime?" He asked, looking behind him.
"Who?" Stiles asked, dumbly. "Ellie's grounded remember? And Scott said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for lacrosse tryouts tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods, alone." Aw, my twin covered for me.
Dad gave Stiles a pointed look, "Scott, Ellie, you out there?"
We stayed quiet, "Scott?"
Scott uncovered my mouth and I gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm going to walk you to your car whilst giving you a talk about invasion of privacy. Then you are going home." I heard my dad say.
Oh no...Stiles. I heard them walk away, so I finally let out the breath that I didn't know I was holding. "Dammit!" I cursed, "We have to get home, Scott."
"I know, come on." He took my hand and pulled me through the woods.
While we were walking through, I heard noises, so I clung to Scott. "Scott, what was that?" He pulled me behind him and took out his inhaler taking a puff.
"I don't know. Stay behind me." We saw something in the distance, so we stood there and watched silently. Suddenly deer from every direction in front of us were stampeding toward us. Scott pulled us over to the side and covered me. When they were gone, Scott got up and pulled me off the ground.
I nodded, "Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks." He smiled back. I looked around warily, "We should get home now."
"Wait, where's my inhaler?"
I shrugged, "I think you might've dropped it." I took out my phone and turned on the flashlight app, handing it to Scott. As I was standing there, I felt it getting cold again. I stepped back giving Scott some more room, but I walked into something behind me. When I turned around, my eyes met something.
The top half of the body.
So, I did the very predictable girly gasp. But what wasn't predictable was me falling down a hill. And yeah, that hurt like a bitch. "Ellie! Where are you?"
I looked around, "I'm down here."
"I'm coming, just hold on." I gulped, and waited for Scott to come down. I got off the ground, glad that nothing was broken. There no way I could explain it to my dad if I had a sprained ankle or broken arm.
I heard Scott's voice, "Ellie?"
"I'm here." I heard his footsteps first, and then I saw him appear from behind a tree. I ran to his side, because despite my tough exterior, when I was scared, I acted like a little wuss.
"You're alright? That was a nasty fall." I nodded, "What happened?"
"I found the other half of the body." His eyes widened, "It was the top half. It scared me shitless." I said all in one breath. "Stiles would be proud."
I saw Scott zero in something behind me, so I turned around. It was a really angry looking wolf like thing at least 50 feet from us. I had a smart mouth sometimes when I was scared, "Shoo, you overgrown gorilla!"
It growled at me, the terrifying yellow eyes were fierce, so naturally Scott and I ran for our lives. I heard Scott fall behind me, so I stopped, and turned around, seeing the beast on top of him.
Scott saw me, "Keep running."
I didn't want to, but the desperate way he yelled at me made me listen to him and run a couple of more yards. I heard a shrill scream, and I felt my heart clench.
I stopped and stood beside the road, hoping that Scott would follow behind me. I heard him coming, so I sighed in relief and grabbed him. "Scott, what happened? What was that thing?" I questioned, looking him over. He pulled up his shirt, "Whoa, slow down, Fabio."
I saw the large bite on his side that was oozing of blood, "Oh my god, Scott. We need to take you to see your mom."
He scoffed, "Are you kidding me, she'll ground me until I die."
"And if you don't, you willdie you idiot!" I retorted. I love Scott like a brother, but sometimes, he doesn't act really smart.
"I'll be fine. I've seen my mom treat things like this a billion times." He explained.
I sighed, "Fine. Let's just get home."
Scott and I didn't say much, we just continued down the road, while it was raining.
The next day...
Stiles was asking me a thousand questions about why I took so long to get home last night. I explained as much as I could without freaking myself out. Last night, I had nightmares about those terrible yellow eyes. My eyes were bloodshot, so I tried using water to wake myself up.
After I was satisfied with the result, I did all of my morning stuff. I decided to curl my usually straight hair. For makeup, I just added eyeliner and my favorite cherry chapstick. For my outfit, I decided on a nice black cami and a black lace top with some skinny jeans and my almost knee high black converse and my signature leather jacket. I looked like a boss.
I waltzed downstairs slowly, ignoring Stiles' comments about how slow I was. When he saw how I was dressed, he shook his head, "Go back upstairs and change."
I took that as a compliment, "Thanks, bro." I left the house, contrary to his protests. I tried to keep my day as normal as I could, despite what had happened last night. I hopped into our car, not bothering to want to drive today.
Stiles hopped in his car soon, "About last night-"
I cut him off, "I told you everything. I don't want to talk about it anymore." I said, quietly. We sped off, and no one spoke. When we got to the school, I saw Scott. I immediately ran to him, worried that he didn't fix his bite right.
"Is it okay?" I looked at him worriedly.
"Can I see?"
"You are a typical ape." I deadpanned.
"No, I'm fine. Here, take a look." He pulled up shirt to reveal a huge white bandage covering a large region of his right side.
Stiles tried touching his bite, so I smacked his hand, "Ow!"
"Don't touch it!" I hissed.
"So what bit you?" Stiles said, obviously still disagreeing about my account on the fact that a wolf bit Scott.
"A wolf." Scott said, and I stood next to him, giving Stiles the I-told-you-so look.
"No it didn't." Stiles still disagreed, "I mean there aren't wolves in California. There haven't been for like years."
"That's what it looked like. But I just couldn't believe that I found the body yesterday." I said, and Stiles grabbed my arm.
"You decided to leave that part out last night?"
"Sorry, it just wasn't important at the time." I shrugged him off.
"Not important?" He repeated.
"Not when you're scared and worried out of your mind after an animal bites your best friend." I countered, giving him a look.
He raises his finger to say something but comes up with nothing, "Point taken."
"Wow, I mean this is seriously going to be the best thing that's ever happened to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin," Scott and I smirked at Stiles as he became distracted as she walked by. "Hey Lydia, you look like… you're going to ignore me."
"You nailed that one, buddy. Maybe next time, she'll actually look at you." I chuckled, ruffling his hair.
"You two are the cause of this, you know," Stiles told us. "Dragging me down to your nerd depth. I'm a nerd by association. I'm scarlet-nerded by you."
"Please, you're just a nerd. Period. I'm Lydia's chem partner and we're friendly with each other." I replied as I walked through the doors. "I'd say it's you nerding up the place, twin."
"Whatever, Ellie." Stiles called back.
"Great comeback, bro." I retorted, sarcastically. I walked to my History class, ready for an impending day of boredom.
All day I had been hearing about a new girl, Allison. I heard that she was nice, and from guys in the hallway, hot, but I hadn't met her yet. I sat at Stiles and Scott's lacrosse practice waiting for it to be over so I could go home.
"Hey Ellie?" I heard Lydia's voice from behind me. I turned around to see Lydia and a girl with brown hair and light brown eyes behind her.
"Can we join you?"
"Yeah sure. Take a seat."
"I'm Allison." She introduced herself, holding out her hand.
I took it and smiled, "Oh, so you're Allison."
She laughed, "I didn't know that people were talking about me already."
"Yeah, there is literally nothing else to do." I told her, shaking my head. "Nice to meet you though, I'm Elise. But I hate it, so call me Ellie."
I saw Allison look toward Scott, "Hey I saw you with that guy over there, who is he?"
"Oh, that's my best friend Scott." I told her, smirking. She had that glassy look in her eye. "I could formally introduce you two." I saw Scott look in our direction, tilting his head to the side almost like he knew what I was talking about.
She blushed, "Nah, I don't know."
"Nonsense. We can do it after practice." The whistle went off, so I started to pay attention to the field, where Scott was put into position as goalie. Scott had started clutching his helmet, so I stood up. I saw a ball coming right for him, and I immediately winced at the impact.
"Weird kid, that boy is." I muttered to myself. Everyone started laughing, even the couch, so I got angry. "Hey Coach?" He turned around, "You wanna do a little more coaching and a lot less goofing around?" I shouted.
"Watch your mouth, Stilinski!" I glared at him and sat down.
I bit my lip as the next player went up. He shot the ball toward Scott and He caught it. "Whoo! Get em' Scott!" I cheered.
I sat down and saw Lydia and Allison's amused looks, "What?"
"Nothing." They both chorused.
I watched Scott catch ball after ball, and then finally Jackson. The look on his face was priceless! I took Allison's number down and waved to the both of them before leaving to catch Scott and Stiles. After practice, we went back into the woods to look for Scott's inhaler.
"Scott, you were so awesome!" I said, jumping across the sticks on the stream.
"Thanks, Ellie," Scott smiled at me. "I don't even know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. But that's not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. I smell things." Scott explained as we walked. That's seriously weird.
"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles questioned.
Scott sniffed and said, "Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."
"What? I don't have any mint mojito gum," But Stiles stopped as he pulled out a piece of gum.
"Or like the cookie Ellie has at the bottom of her bag."
I grabbed my bag and, sure enough, at the bottom was a cookie. "Wizard!" I accused.
"Very funny." Scott said sarcastically.
"Well, you can't blame me. That's freakish."
Stiles turned to Scott, "So all this started with a bite?"
"What if it's like an infection? Like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something." Scott spazzed.
"I think I've heard of this before," Stiles said seriously. "It's a specific kind of infection."
He nodded, "Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy."
I suddenly realized he was joking. Lycans are wolves, duh. But Scott's slow so, "What is that? Is that bad?"
"Oh yeah, it's the worst." I commented, playing along. "And it only comes once a month."
Scott turned to me, "Once a month?"
"On the night of the full moon." Stiles added. He then howled like a wolf and I joined in. Scott pushed Stiles and ruffled my hair.
"Watch the hair!" I playfully warned. "You and your wolfy paws."
"There could be something seriously wrong with me."
"We know," Stiles and I said. "You're a werewolf." Stiles said at the same time as I said, "Sorry."
Scott rolled his eyes.
"I'm obviously kidding, Scott," said Stiles. "But if you see me trying to melt all the silver I could find it's because Friday's the full moon."
Suddenly, Scott stopped and looked at the ground, "I could've sworn this was it. I dropped my inhaler here."
"Yeah, it should be here." I agreed, continuing to move around leaves.
Scott and Stiles stopped talking for a minute. "Ellie."
I got up and spun around, my eyes connected with Derek Hale. And damn was he hot. He had green eyes, black hair, and a strong jaw with slight stubble on it, and big shoulders. I had only heard about him, but I never actually seen him up close.
"What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property." Please don't call the cops!
"Uh, sorry, we didn't know." I said, trying to save our asses.
Scott continued, "Yeah, we were just looking for something, but forget it."
Suddenly, Derek pulled something out of his pocket and threw it to Scott. He caught it - it was his inhaler.
I stared a Derek for a while, whilst he did the same tome. Moments later, he was swiftly walking away. I watched him leave; I had a weird feeling about him.
"Alright, I have to get to work." Scott said.
"That was Derek Hale," Stiles exclaimed. "You remember him, right? He's only like a few years older than us."
"Remember what?" Scott said.
I thought for a moment, "I remember."
"His family; they all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago." Stiles explained to Scott.
"Wonder what he's doing back." Scott pondered.
"I don't know, but that guy gives me the heebie jeebies." I shuddered for effect.
"Heebie Jeebies? What era are you from?" Scott teased, as Stiles laughed at me.
"Shut up! I'm bringing it back!" I shot back, laughing.
"That will never come back, Ellie." Stiles chuckled again.
"Says the guy with the terriblebritish accent impersonation." I retorted.
He fake gasped, "You said it was pretty good."
I bowed, "And the award for best actress goes to...Ellie Stilinski! Thank you, thank you!"
"That's it!" Stiles chased me all the way back to the car, whilst Scott followed, laughing at us. A typical day with my two favorite guys.
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