chapter nine
found out.
"If Derek isn't the alpha, if he's not one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles said from beside Scott.
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know"
"Did the alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles said again.
"I don't know" Scott repeated.
Stiles slumped back into his chair,looking towards Delilah.
"Does Allison's dad know about the—"
"I don't know" Scott shouted, making the whole class turn and look at him.
The teacher came around with the test sheets.
She handed Delilah her test, showing a B.
Delilah looked over to Stiles desk seeing his, A.
The teacher finally gave Scott his.
D-
"Dude, you need to study more" Stiles said, looking at his test.
"That was a joke, Scott. One test isn't gonna ruin you" Delilah butted in.
"Do you want help studying?" Stiles asked.
Scott sighed. "No, I'm studying with Allison after school"
"That's my boy" Stiles said.
"We're just studying" Scott told.
"Uh-uh, no your not" Stiles said. "If you go to her house today, and squander that colossal opportunity. I swear to god I'll have you de-balled"
Delilahs face went flying to her mouth.
"Okay! Okay! And hey Delilah?" Scott said.
She nodded to her brother.
"Who gave you permission to date Stiles?" His voice was low.
Her eyes widened.
"Wh—what? You told him?" She whisper-shouted at her boyfriend.
"He's my best friend and he's your brother" He sighed.
You rolled, slumping back into your chair.
The school bell rang, Delilah pushed open the door as she stepped out of the school beside Stiles.
"You know, I've actually not told anyone about us" Delilah said.
"Not even Allison or Lydia?" He asked.
"Not yet but I'll tell them soon" Delilah said.
She open the door of his car and sat in the seat, placing her bag at her feet.
Stiles pulled out of the park space and drove towards the exit but was stopped by a man walking out onto the road.
The car jerked forward, making Delilah and the boy jump in there seats.
"Oh my god" Stiles said putting his hand up for the wheel.
Cars started beeping behind them, Delilah turned around in her seat seeing a trail of cars waiting behind them. Suddenly the man — who Stiles and Delilah discovered was Derek — fell to the floor
"You gotta be kidding me. This guy is everywhere" Stiles complained looking through the rear view window.
"What's the hell?" A boy said running beside the car.
Scott.
Stiles opened his door shortly followed by Delilah.
"I was shot" Delilah heard Derek say from the floor.
"He's not looking so good" Delilah said from beside Stiles.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked.
"I can't" Derek groaned clutching his side. "It's was a different kind of bullet"
"A silver bullet?" Stiles butted in.
"No, you idiot" Derek said looking up at the boy.
"Wait. That's what she meant when she said 48 hours?" Scott told.
Derek groaned, lifting his head up in pain.
Delilah looked at him seeing that his eye flashed a blue colour.
Cars continued to honk at them.
"What's are you doing, stop that" Scott panicked.
"That's what, I'm trying to tell you. I cant" Derek argued back.
"Derek. Get up" Scott ordered.
More and more people started honking there horns at the group.
"Help me out in him your car" Scott said lifting up the injured Derek and placing him in why was Delilahs seat.
"Delilah I'm sorry, sit in the back" Scott said quickly.
Stiles hopped in the car with Derek and Delilah inside and drove off.
"Delilah text Scott for me please?" Stiles asked from the back.
Delilah nodded opening her phone and typing a message to her brother.
Me: have you found out yet?
She pressed send.
Her phone made a ringing noise she looked down at her phone seeing a message from her brother.
Scott: not yet.
Delilah huffed throwing her phone to the seat beside her.
"Come one Scott" Delilah muttered under her breath.
"Try not to bleed out on my seats? Okay?" Stiles told Derek. "We're almost there"
"Almost where?" Derek asked.
Stiles sighed. "Your house"
Derek looked up to the boy driving.
"What? No, you can't take me there" Derek said.
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles laughed.
"Not when I can't protect myself" Derek said.
Stiles huffed and pulled over to the side of the road.
"What's happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm?" Stiles said impatiently.
"Are you dying?" Delilah said from the back.
"Not yet, I have a last resort" Derek said.
"What last resort?" Stiles laughed.
Derek slowly pulled the sleeve of his T-shirt up revealing a whole in his arm with blood coming out of it.
"Oh my god, what is that?" Stiles groaned closing his eyes.
"Is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out" Stiles said pointing the door.
"Start the car. Now" Derek said.
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look" Stiles protested. "In fact, I think if i wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave your are dead"
Derek huffed and turned to Delilah, he grabbed her by the throat.
Stiles eyes widened and his mouth opened.
"Start the car or I'm gonna rip your girlfriends throat out with my teeth" he said grilling onto her throat tightly.
Delilah gasped from air, hitting onto Dereks hand that was holding her neck.
"Okay okay okay, stop" he said turning around and starting the engine.
Derek let Delilah flop back into her seat. She clutched her neck while trying to breathe again.
"What's am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles shouted over the phone to Scott.
"Take him somewhere, anywhere" Delilah heard Scott's voice say.
"And by the way, he's starting to smell" Stiles said.
"Like what?" Scott asked.
"Like death" Delilah tuned in.
"Okay, take him to the animal clinic" Scott suggested.
"What about your boss?" Stiles said.
"He's gone by now" Scott informed.
...
Stiles pulled open the door to the animal clinic while the sound of dogs barking rang through Delilahs ears.
"Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked Derek.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet" Derek huffed out.
"Why?" Delilah asked.
"Because I'm gonna die without it" He told.
Derek started taking of his shirt as Stiles found the light switch.
Derek placed his arm onto the table and Delilah turned around in shock.
"Holy— okay can you like cover it up? Please" Delilah said bringing her hands to her face.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort" Derek trailed off.
"Which is?" Stiles asked from beside Delilah.
Derek stopped picking up a tool. "Your gonna cut off my arm"
Derek passed the electric knife thingy to Stiles. His face flopped, he picked it up examining the tool.
"Oh, my god! What if you bleed to death" Stiles said dropping the knife as he turned it on.
"It'll heal if it works" Derek said tying a piece of rubber around his arm.
"Yeah, if it works" Delilah said.
"Look, I don't know if I can do this" Stiles said.
"Why not?" Derek said impatiently.
"Well,because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone and especially the blood" Stiles told.
"You faint at the sight of blood" Derek asked looking up at the two.
"No, but I might at a chopped off arm!" Stiles exclaimed.
"All right fine, how about you do it" Derek gestured towards Delilah.
"M—me? You want me to cut your arm off? Are you joking me right now" Delilah laughed off.
"Either your cut off my arm or I'll cut of your head" Derek told Delilah.
She opened her mouth to speak but Derek flashed her the death stare.
"Okay! Okay fine, I'll do it— what are you doing?" Delilah asked Derek as he drift off to the side of the table.
Derek spat out some black looking blood.
"Oh, my god what the hell is that?" Stiles groaned.
"It's my body, trying to heal itself— now hurry up and cut my arm off" Derek shouted.
"Okay okay okay um" Delilah said putting her arms in the air.
"Okay, here we go uh—" she said lining up the knife to his arm.
"Delilah? Stiles?" Delilah heard someone shout.
"Scott?" Stiles called.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott said walking into the room.
Stiles laughed nervously.
"Did you get it?" Derek asked.
Scott pulled out a bullet from his pocket and handed it to Derek.
"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asked.
"I'm gonna—"
Derek collapsed into the floor making the bullet fall out of his hands and under a work table.
"No, no, no" Scott exclaimed darting towards the bullet.
"Derek? Derek, come on, wake up" Stiles said grabbing Derek cheeks.
"Scott hurry up and find that bullet or so help me—" Delilah started.
"I can't reach it" Scott's groaned.
"I think he's dying, I think he's dead" Stiles panted.
"I got it, I got it" Scott exclaimed quickly sitting up for the floor.
"Please don't kill me for this" Stiles said to Derek before punching him in the face.
His eyes opened and took the bullet from Scott's hand.
Scott and Delilah helped the boy up with Derek opened the bullet spreading some power into the table.
Delilah watch as he light it on fire and scraped it into his other hand.
Then, she watched as Derek shoved it into his arm.
He cried out in pain, falling into the back.
The three watched as the blood and the veins were watched clean from his arm.
"That. Was. Awesome" Stiles said.
"And if I actually cut his arm off? Would you be saying that?" Delilah said to the boy.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked.
"Expect the agonising pain" Derek said sarcastically.
speaking,
i have the best idea for
the second part of this book.
i've got some new characters
and i'm excited. not proof read
again.