Save Them All: Stiles Stilinski's Rebirth

Dad shakes his head as he takes another bite.

"There's more?"

"Yeah" He leans in "A deputy, apparently saw tracks. Lots of them. Huge paw prints. Based on the numbers it was a small army. I'm thinking werewolves, but I could be wrong"

"Werewolf?"

He nods, somethings not right. I'm pretty sure the Hale family are the only living werewolves around here.

"Well, I can't really say as I didn't see it first hand. Rain washed away any evidence. It could be any creatures that travel in a convey or pack. But based on the fact that wolf hair was found on the half body earlier this week plus the fact you were bitten by an Alpha. I'm leaning towards werewolves."

I nod my head weakly as I try to remember if this ever happened in the past life. I can't seem to recall anything, I'm drawing a blank this was around the time I was worried about Scott and his blood l.u.s.t. So I can't be sure. Am I missing something?

It can't have been the Alpha pack could it? It's way to early for Deucalion to be seeking a new member. Knowledge of an Alpha appearing here is not yet known.

Baffled and worried. I spend the rest of the week in a mini blur, ignoring Scott and his ramblings about Allison. Sure him being a sap is cute. But I'm already over this teen drama. I make up an excuse about a headache and try to avoid him for the rest of the week. Thankfully Allison is present, so my absence is not felt as much.

After class on Friday Allison surprisingly comes up to me and asks to speak.

Wonder what this is all about.

Following her to coaches room. The dude really needs to lock his door. It's an open secret that every horny teenage couple basically use it as there personal hideaway whenever he is not there.

"So what's up Ally?" I ask as I take a seat on Flinstock's desk.

"Ally?" She looks confused. Looking from her point of we are probably not close enough to have nicknames. I keep forgetting that, we are at level 1 intimacy. We are for all intents and purposes strangers. I just can't shake our years of knowing each other.

I point towards her not bothering to explain, "You"

"Ahhhh" She seems to accept it.

"So Ally, unless you are about undress me. Which I'm pretty sure is not your intention. Why did you bring me to the dimly lit room?"

She blushes a deep shade of red thinking some really not safe for work thoughts I'm guessing, "Well, I got plans with Scott tonight. And Lydia is a little uppity about it. She'd much rather have us go to this party but Scott apparently said he made a promise with you and it will be bad luck to break it especially when it worked so far. Whatever that is supposed to mean"

Seems like Scotty boy is not the total pushover. "Yeah, I guess we did kind of make a promise"

"What was it?" She asks, speaking fast as she unconsciously steps in closer

With my senses amplified. Her natural scent is enhanced. It's really intoxicating. No wonder wolfy boy couldn't keep his hands off her. I learned this from Haley in the past but apparently every person has a slightly different scent, like a finger print. It might be a supernatural thing but it's dangerously attractive. Not like Lydia whose more comfortable. If Lydia was a perfect pillow, then Allison is the complete opposite, she is like a flame and you as the moth just want to get closer and closer. It makes sense now why all her boyfriends were not of the human persuasion.

Noticing the closeness, she tries to lean back but I stop her. "I overheard you saying you have a family night. And you know how Lydia get's she would have had her way and you would end up at the party before you knew it. In case you haven't noticed she's much smarter than she pretends to be.

So I thought it would be better if Scott asked you out, you do something quick and easy so you don't have to choose and end up disappointing anybody."

Stunned Ally looks up and faces me with her brown eyes, holding my attention. "Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why do you care?" She asks softly

Looking at her, all the hurt and guilt I felt for causing her death. For being the reason she died young and never got to live the life she was meant to, that she just started. I was punished for it every day, I lived undying life.

I had 200 more years than her. Yet I still couldn't make it up to Chris. Every year I visited their graves I she tears for hours.

"I don't…." Allison's eyes falter "It's my responsibility"

Allison is completely unsure of what is I mean. Is still hurt that I said, I don't care about her. Why she cares about the opinion of a guy she's only known for one week is not clear but she is clearly angry.

"I am your responsibility? but you don't even care about me?" She half shouts half whispers

How am I supposed to explain that, I killed you?

"Are you always, such a liar?" She questions. "I know you pay attention to me. Scott told me, it was you who gave him the pen which he gave to me. It was you who told him to work late when I nearly hit the dog. You …. purposely made Scott promise you, so that I feel comfortable. Stiles… are you sure you don't like me?" Her eyes glisten as the sun through the window lights them up

I pull her closer, until she is pressing against my c.h.e.s.t. 'Don't do it, Stiles.' I try to stop myself. 'Don't do it'. Slowly my head lowers while she lifts hers. Our foreheads nearly touch as I move her hair from her face, so I can take in her beauty. 'Seriously Stiles! Don't do it!"

F*ck! I did it. My lips come crashing down onto hers as time comes to a stand still. She's initially stiff, before giving in melting. For the next couple of minutes, my tongue explores every part of her mouth as hers reciprocates. Her cherry flavoured lip gloss only adds to the experience as every part of my senses feel electrocuted.

We eventually part as she issues a low m.o.a.n. I want to take a second bite but this time I'm able to restrain myself. I really just made out with Allison. Seriously! Since when am I unable to control my urges. I haven't been so impulsive since I was …. A teenager. Realising that I'm acting like a horny teenager because I am one. I'm once more reminded that accelerating my transition process by getting bit, had unintended consequences

"Stil-" Allison is about to speak, but I stop her shaking my head.

I move her gently away from me as, I head for the door.

"Stiles." Allison tries to speak up again as I decide to tell her something which will make her give up,

"Ally. Sorry. I don't know why... I did that. I'm sorry ... just treat is as hormones, okay. I'm... Sorry" Her eyes dart as I can see, feel and smell her hurt

I walk out the room and straight towards my Jeep heading home. She soon followed I presume.

We were both unaware of the two eyes who witnessed the entire event.