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Chapter 10: Visions

Stiles opened his eyes to see the familiar school hallway. The only strange thing about this occurrence is the fact that he doesn't remember driving to school. In fact, he didn't even remember waking up. His thoughts are momentarily distracted when he sees Scott and Allison, holding hands and running out of the school.

"Guys?" he asked, because it was late at night at school and the warlock was confused. "Hello?!"

They don't answer him. They don't even look at him as they continue their gallop towards the busses.

Allison was laughing, "Where are you taking me ?

"Somewhere we can be alone." Scott said and the way he was looking at her was not anyway Stiles wanted to see his best friend, ever.

Stiles knew he shouldn't follow them, but the decision wasn't his. Before he could even move to get the h*ll out of the school and back to his own house, he felt a jerking sensation. It felt as if his whole body just shifted and suddenly he was in the bus, in the left seat of the first row. He distantly heard Allison point out that the couple were in fact, already alone.

"Somewhere we can be... more alone." Scott answered and then they were in the bus Stiles was magically transported into, without his consent.

"Come on..." Scott said.

They sit on opposite seats further down the aisle, staring at each other with those lovestruck, puppy eyes that make even romantics want to barf. Once they were in the same seat, Stiles had to look away as he saw them start to make out.

He would have spent forever ignoring their little romantic getaway if it wasn't for the fact that he could hear a faint growl that could be mistaken as sex noise, except when you're a warlock and know for a fact that Scott was a newly turned werewolf with zero self control.

Stiles looked back and wished he hadn't when he saw Scott's claws rip into the seat.

"God d*mn," Stiles muttered, rushing to get closer.

Scott started to lose control, and Stiles wished that he could help somehow. But it was useless, this was just a dream.

"Get away..." Scott ordered in a growly undertone.

"Scott... Scott!" Allison's voice was tinged with worry and the beginnings of fear.

"Get away from me."

Scott turned and Allison saw his shifted face. He growled, golden eyes shimmering menacingly and Allison tried to run. The werewolf caught her leg, making her drop to the ground. Her screams of terror make Stiles want to get out of that but, but he was trapped watching. When Scott ripped a seat clean off it's hinges and threw it at Allison, who was trying to run for safety, Stiles flinched. He didn't even have time to evade, but it didn't even matter anyways. The seat flung through the warlock's body, as if he was a ghost.

He's flung from the dream as soon as Scott is closing in on Allison, a scream built in his throat. Treacherous streamed down his sharp cheeks as he gasped for air, as if he couldn't get enough. The dream felt too real to be fake, and Stiles knew that it was related to his magic. And the only person other than his dad that knew about his magic was Derek.

He pulled his phone off his charger and was calling Derek on speed dial before his brain really thought it through and gave off its usual self doubt.

"Stiles?" Derek's voice asked, and Stiles wasn't even surprised there wasn't any sleepiness in his tone despite the time.

"Derek, I know it's late but I had this dream and it felt real and I'm scared and..."

"Stiles, slow down, breathe." Stiles didn't even remember to breathe.

Stiles took deep breaths, his heartbeat slowed down and his magic calmed down. Then he explained the dream, all of it. He explained how he felt, how it felt like it wasn't his body there, just his mind.

"Derek, it felt too real. It felt different than my memories because I could control myself and I wasn't just watching everything happen." Stiles said. "What if I'm beginning to have visions? I mean, my magic hasn't always been this powerful. What if they are developing again?"

"Stiles, calm down. I'll find out what happened, don't worry." Derek hung up before the secret warlock could even reply.

By the time school was soon to start, Stiles was in denial of what happened in his dream. So when he was walking towards school with Scott, he almost forgot about it. However, Scott freaking out about having a similar occurrence seemed to bring his thoughts of it to the forefront of his mind.

"So you killed her?" questioned Stiles as they entered the building, trying not to let his inner turmoil show on his face.

"I don't know! I just woke up! I was in sweat and I couldn't breath... I never had a dream where I woke up like that before..." stated Scott worriedly.

"Really? I have. Usually it ends a little differently..." Stiles tried to lighten the mood, and he failed epically.

"A: I said I never has a dream that make me feel that way, and B: Never give me so detail about you in bed again." the werewolf let his disgust known with a shudder.

"Noted. Let me take a guess, here..."

"No, I... I know. You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow. Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

"No, of course not ! ...Yeah, that's totally it... Hey, come on, it's gonna be fine, alright? Personally I think you're handling it pretty amazingly. You know, it's not like, like there are some lycanthropes for beginners class you can take... Well... there is Derek."

Yeah. But... Purchasing her, driving her on the back of the bus, it just felt... so real!"

"How real?" asked Stiles with a sinking feeling in his gut.

"Like it actually happened..."

They opened the door at the hallway at the end of that statement, and cold fear and dread coursed up Stiles' spine. The bus was there, smeared with crimson blood and torn apart.

I think it did!" Stiles not too helpfully said.

Stiles tried to get Scott to calm down and think rationally, but his friend was too stressed out and worried beyond belief. He gave up when his friend got angry enough to punch a locker, Jackson's locker he recalled, and practically destroyed it. He winced when Scott yelled with a growl, magical energies so bright that he had to squint.

He let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding when he saw Scott run into Allison. Of course, that poses the question of whose blood is at the bus. And if Scott was the one to kill said person, or if it was the alpha that bit Scott. The warlock already ruled out Derek, who was busy enough chasing lose ends and trying to stop a monster from murdering and turning new people.

"Oh, you scared the hell out of me!" Allison giggled as she started picking up the books she dropped in her collision with Scott.

"You're okay?" Scott asked.

Stiles tuned out the rest of their conversation, he didn't need to hear Scott's lovestruck voice.

He was brought from his thoughts when he heard the principle's monotone voice blast through the announcements.

"Students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the accident of last night in one of our bus. While the police tries to determinate what happened, classes will proceed as usual. Thank you."

Stiles was disappointed they didn't get any time off school. As Allison said she'd see Scott at lunch and left, leaving a dazed Scott, Stiles decided that his help wasn't needed and left.

Stiles and Scott were in chemistry, Scott still worrying about his dream. Stiles knew that Scott wasn't worried about the fact that he might have killed someone the night before, but hurting Allison in the future.

The warlock felt that Scott was being selfish, and not even listening or worrying about his best friend since childhood. All that was in his head was Allison and lacrosse and a normal life. He wasn't worrying the killer alpha or his best friend. Or at least, his old best friend. Stiles didn't know if he should identify Scott as his best friend anymore.

"Maybe it was my blood." Scott suggested quietly, keeping his tone quiet in the silent room.

"Or animal blood. You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something..." Stiles stated.

"And did what?" the werewolf asked.

"Ate it..." Stiles trailed off.

"Raw?" Scott looked confused.

"No, you cooked it in a little werewolf oven! I don't know, you don't want or can't remember anything!" the warlock exclaimed, but didn't remember to keep his voice quiet.

"Mister Stilinski ! If that's your idea of a quiet whisper, you mind want to put your earphones out in a while. I think you and mister McCall would benefit for a little distance, yes?" Mr. Harris asked with monotone voice with a hint of arrogance.

"No..." Stiles said, already knowing nothing he could say would curb the teacher's hate of him.

Mr. Harris made them move, much to their disappointment, and now they had to wait to talk about the previous night later. Impatience surged through Stiles.

"Let me know if the separation is too difficult..." the chemistry teacher stated with a feral grin.

Before Stiles could come up with a decent comeback, the girl beside him got up and ran to the window. Her expression was of shock and horror.

"Hey, I think they found something!" she said, pointing out the window.

Everyone from the class ran from their desks, joining her to see what was occurring outside. The police were there. A man on a stretcher was being led up to the ambulance. A flash of gold eyes and Stiles senses enhanced, his clearer vision revealing the bloody wounds all over the poor man. So maybe it wasn't Allison in the dream, but it was someone.

"It's not a rabbit..." Scott spoke quietly behind him, referring to where their conversation had left off on.

The secret warlock didn't have a chance to reply because the man bolted up, screaming bloody murder. Stiles fought the urge to cover his ears sense the scream was loud enough to hurt his newly strengthened hearing. He cancelled the spell to conserve energy.

"This is good, this is good... He got up, he's not dead! Dead guys can't do that!" Stiles realized, showing his friend the only bright side to the messed up situation.

"Stiles... I did that."