Memory Lane: Chapter One

Fucking witches.

I mean seriously. It was summer break- I was supposed to be having the time of my life playing mindless hours of Halo until a completely unreasonable hour and then sleeping. That. Was. All.

And where was I instead? Oh that's right! In the middle of the woods completely immobilised and surrounded by a group of creepy-looking bitches witches.

The plan was for us to sneak in, all wolfy (in Lydia, Allison and my case- just plain awesomely) and take out the witches, who for the past few weeks, had been causing some general mischief around town- bad weather patterns, magical pranks, random explosions- you know, the usual.

The plan, unfortunately, had failed. When we turned up at their little campy-spellcasting clearing-thingy in the woods- we were pretty confident that the problem would soon be solved. What we weren't expecting, was a trap. Yep. Those sneaky bitches knew we were coming all along and had us stopped in our tracks- quite literally too.

Which leads me to the part things got seriously pissy for me. You see none of us could move- anything but our faces, kinda like the paralysis of the Kanima, except this was more like being frozen instead of paralysed since we were all standing upright.

The witches- there were freaking heaps of them- were talking quietly amongst themselves next to a large, rather cliché bonfire-thingy- probably figuring out their best strategy to kill us.

"Can you hear what they're saying?" Lydia, my golden angel, asked the werewolves. She was somewhere behind me and positioned protectively behind Jackson, who was also somewhere behind me- so I couldn't see them.

"No. They must be using some kind of enchantment." Derek growled from about three steps in front of me. All I could see was the back of him, but he seemed really agitated. Then again he was probably about to die- so who wouldn't be a bit tense?

"Dude, if my body turns up tomorrow, my dad is gonna have some serious questions. Serious questions." I stated it as a joke- but I knew it was true and it made me feel guilty. I knew when I got into this whole werewolf business something like this might happen one day- I'd just hoped it wouldn't. I'd never wanted my dad to have to be alone- especially after mum.

"You're not going to die Stiles." Derek growled, which I thought was a bit stupid, 'cause, we were in the hands of like a gazillion witches- and we couldn't move!

"You sure about that?" asked one witch, obviously the head honcho, coming over from the group, who were braking up, to stand in front of Derek.

She was really beautiful, in a kind of evil Cersei Lannister way and her entire body just screamed dangerevilpowerkeepaway.

"He's sure." Said Peter- who I almost totally forgot was there, which you should never really do with someone that creepy. Peter had, after the whole Kanima deal, decided to join our little group as the creepy-uncle-no-one-really wanted- but-needed-for-his-brilliant-mind-anyway.

"Witches don't kill humans. They can harm them, but it's against their nature to kill them. You guys are more the prank and cause general mischief race." Peter stated- ever the source of supernatural knowledge- which is probably why Derek had decided not to kill him again actually.

"True that. But there is something we can do…just to keep you little puppies off our backs for a bit hmm?" Cersie Lannister (I'd decided to call her that) said, moving around Derek to come stand in front of me.

Holy shit. Holy shit. I was waaaay too young to die- well technically she said she wouldn't kill me, but that wasn't really making her any less threatening in my eyes at the time.

"Get away from him!" I heard Scott yell from off to the right of me. Yep Scotty, like that was really gonna help at the moment.

The pack was starting to growl at Cersie Lannister- hell even Boyd was growling at the witch- but it wasn't really helping much- in fact it was just making the other witches off to the side chuckle at them, like they were cute little puppies all non-threatening.

It was at that moment I knew I was totally doomed.

Cersei Lannister raised her hand and cupped my cheek- holy shit I never thought I'd be saying that!- anyway, her had was cold, ice cold- like it was freezing my soul- but it was also burning, which makes no sense, but at the time made sense and it was freaking scary as shit!

The hand cupping my cheek started to glow- I could hear the pack growling, yelling, calling my name, but at that moment all I could focus on was the witch's beautiful face.

The sounds around me started to go muffled, my vision started to tunnel and life felt like a dream…weightless almost. Vaguely I could hear the muffles screams of "Stiles!" from my friends, but at that moment I really didn't care, I didn't care about anything.

Whiteness took over my vision, my last thought was my God I got killed by fucking Cersei Lannister and then there was nothing…