A/N: Not my first Fanfic, but it is under this name and for this fandom. Reviews are always appreciated. :)
I started writing this story before season 5A aired, I might find a way to comingle some of the elements from that season into this a little later on. I've already written a few chapters for this already, I just need to go back and edit.
- Thank you
Chapter 1
Whose idea was this? Stiles thought to himself in a panic while he continued running down the dark corridors of Beacon Hills High School. The same High School where several dead bodies have been found throughout the years - two nights ago, most recently. A young woman; a student there had been found exsanguinated, and stuffed inside her own locker.
The police had no leads.
Stiles's father, who was even in the know of all the supernatural occurrences in his town didn't even have a clue.
Granted, he was still rather new to this world, and got all his Intel through Stiles. But Stiles had heard from Derek, Dr. Deaton, and Chris Argent - all what he considered experts of the supernatural - had no ideas.
Well, that's not entirely true, Stiles remembered. His best friend Scott McCall, and True Alpha werewolf made a joke suggesting it looked like vampires. But everyone had shrugged the joke off because there's no such thing as vampires.
That's what they thought, anyways.
Lydia's going to have to make another entry in their Bestiary because if this wasn't a vampire chasing Stiles down the halls of their High School than he had no idea.
Of course this was my idea. Stiles reminds himself as he rounds a corner and makes a break for the double doors leading out of the school frantically.
It was his idea to be bait to this thing, seeing as he was the only full human in their circle of friends - their pack.
A couple months ago there was a hit list with every supernatural creature in towns' name on it, Courtesy of the Benefactor who they later found out was Peter Hale...much to even his own surprise seeing as he came up with the plan while being in a coma.
Years later, the plan was brought to life by Meredith Walker, a Banshee like Lydia who could sense when people were close to death, and sometimes had voices in her head. She shared a room in the hospital with Peter and heard his plan clear as day.
Stiles and (his girlfriend?) Malia Tate - the werecoyote in the pack - put a stop to the deadpool while Scott, his girlfriend Kira Yukimora - the kitsune - and other supernaturals fought off assassins who were after them.
But consciously, Peter sided with Kate and her Berserkers in an attempt to kill Scott by having Kate turn Scott into a Berserker, and having his friends kill him.
However with the help of his pack, Scott was strong willed enough to break the animal spirit that was controlling him and gather the strength to fight Peter.
During that fight, Derek was outside the Temple with Braeden fighting off Kate and her Berserkers, where Derek evolved into a full shift werewolf - like his mother Talia and older sister Laura.
Kate and her Berserkers were beaten, and she's now on the run from her brother Chris and the Calaveras - the supernatural hunters based out of Mexico.
Peter on the other hand, was captured and is now being held in a high level security wing where other supernaturals are also held in Eichan House.
However, Stiles still had a copy of the deadpool that had every supernaturals' name in town on it. He - with Lydia's help - had cross referenced the named on the hit list with those of the people who had been murdered most recently and found that the people were all human. No one's name was on the old deadpool.
And seeing as Stiles was the only one in their pack who is full human, it only made sense for him to be the bait for this thing. What could go wrong? He'd have Derek, Scott, Kira, Malia, and Liam watch from afar and capture the creature before it could kill him.
Except what he and the pack weren't counting on was how fast this damn thing is. It got the drop on Scott and Derek first, knocking them down with a swift motion before they could even get a good look at the thing.
With the muscle out of the way, it took it's time taking out Kira, Malia, and Liam. It toyed with them for a little bit before rendering them unconscious as well.
But it didn't kill them.
Stiles made note of that in his mind for later investigation if he ever made it out of here.
The doors were right there though! Stiles saw with little relief as he ran toward them eagerly, knowing his jeep was just beyond those doors!
Not that he'd actually leave, of course. He'd just have a slightly better advantage outrunning this creature that was currently on his tail than he would if he were to continue on foot.
He couldn't leave his friends behind. He wouldn't.
These thoughts plagued his mind as he pushed himself to go just a little faster, determination flooding every ounce of himself as sweat began to run down his face.
He finally reached the double doors and pushed them open with every inkling of strength he had in his body, but never slowed his pace.
But as he bolted down the cement steps, just outside the school something - he's assuming it was the creature - blindsided him, something heavy connected with the back of his head causing him to trip none too gracefully down the last two steps, knocking the wind out of him.
In a daze, he attempted to pull himself up knowing this creature was just playing with him now.
He never stood a chance at outrunning this thing, it just made him believe he did.
Stiles felt his vision start to gray around the edges but still struggled desperately to pull himself up, even though he knew it was a lost cause.
That's when he felt himself being pulled up by the collar of his flannel forcefully. He groaned as the scent of rotten meat assaulted his nostrils making him all the more nauseous. He was sure he had a concussion.
He looked up at the creature, wanting to at least see what his killer looked like but the gray in his vision suddenly turned white as the monster shrieked a loud inhuman sound.
Not a second later was there a horrible sharp pain in his neck before Stiles fell completely unconscious.