The Other McCall ▷ Stilinski

Chapter 23. Sarcasm is their only language

Third Person



"No... No, I'm not just gonna let you leave them here!" Stiles shouted as he grabbed Kasey's hand, his Kasey- the one who just admitted to being in love with him too, the one who he has been in love with since the summer of sixth grade, the one he needs- and now she is laying on the ground in front of him, bleeding and barely breathing.

Peter wiped at the blood on his mouth with a napkin, "You don't have a choice Stiles- you're coming with me."

Stiles' eyes were locked on Kasey- on the bite mark on her exposed shoulder, he knew what that meant. He couldn't help but feel like this was all of his fault, Why did I let her leave the dance? He thought to himself as blinked away some of the tears, she was still breathing which was the only good news at the moment. He glanced at Lydia- and she was still breathing as well, Peter really did tear into them.

"Just kill me! Look, I don't care anymore." Stiles snapped as he looked up at the alpha before him with as much hatred he could muster.

Peter sauntered over to Stiles and grabbed him by his throat- pulling him to his feet, "Call your friend. Call Jackson and tell him where she is, that's all you get."

Stiles was breathing heavily as he reached into his pants pocket for his phone, his hands were shaking terribly as he tapped on the screen to tell Jackson- he stopped himself when he realized that Peter had said she, as in one. Not both. "Wh-what?" He stammered as he nearly dropped the cell phone to the ground.

Peter chuckled darkly as he crouched down to once again run his hand across Kasey's cheek- Stiles had to bite down on his tongue so he didn't lunge at them, "I can't separate from my new beta this quickly... I did that with Scott, and look how that turned out."

"She has to go to the hospital!" Stiles shouted in a panic, Kasey wasn't just bitten but she had been scratched as well, she was bleeding all over the place. She needed medical attention- she could bleed out and die.

The alpha tsked as he looked up at Stiles, "If the bite doesn't kill her, she will heal."

Stiles eyes widened immensely, "If it doesn't kill her? What does that mean?"

"Some people just don't take well with the bite, I'm sure since her and Scott are so similar in the DNA department she will be fine though." Peter shrugged as he lifted Kasey off the ground, bridal style. He smiled faintly at her, taking loads of pride in the fact that he had just turned another beta.

"I-I can't lose her." Stiles mumbled to himself as he quickly dialed Jackson's number so he could tell him about Lydia- the sooner he got out of here and did what Peter wanted, the sooner he could get Kasey away from him.





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Stiles and Peter were in his jeep, driving to wherever it was that Peter was instructing him to as they went. Kasey was laying in the backseat, her breathing still very shallow. Her wounds had stopped bleeding- which only worried Stiles. He kept turning around to look at her worriedly, he hasn't felt this helpless in such a long time.

He wants to help her, he wants to save her- he wants to be enough for her, enough to get her to open her eyes and be okay. He wasn't for his mom, he couldn't save her... he had to watch her die as he sat helplessly off to the side. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to Kasey.

"Oh don't be too upset. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful." Peter said with a sigh as he glanced at Kasey in the back seat, there wasn't a hit of remorse in his voice at all.

Stiles tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "Yeah, and once a month she'll go out of her freakin' mind and try to tear me apart."

"Well, actually... considering she's a woman- twice a month." Peter said as he turned to face smile, amusement dancing in his eyes. Stiles clenched his jaw shut and stole another glance at Kasey in the back seat- she looked terrible.

Peter cleared his throat, "Turn here."

Stiles did as he was instructed and turned into the parking garage, once the jeep was stopped and parked, Peter climbed out and Stiles followed. Kasey made some sort of noise in the back seat and it stabbed at his heart to not be able to help her in some way. Peter grabbed the collar of Stiles' shirt and began to drag him over to another car.

"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked in confusion as he watched Peter pull a pair of keys out of his pocket to unlock the trunk.

Peter sighed, "It belonged to my nurse.

"And where's your- oh my god!" Stiles shouted as he gaped at the body of the dead nurse, the same nurse that he saw in the hospital a couple days ago. Peter reached in to grab the satchel she was clutching and shoved it into Stiles' chest. He then glanced at Stiles due to his profound facial expression, "I got better..." Peter shrugged as he slammed the trunk shut.

Peter snatched the bag out of Stiles grip and ripped it open, pulling out a laptop and setting it on the trunk. "Good luck getting a signal out here..." Stiles mumbled. The alpha then handed Stiles a little black device which caused one of his sarcastic comments to roll off his tongue, "Oh MiFi? And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves? Or is it just a personal preference?"

"Turn it on, get connected." Peter instructed with a raised brow, he was fed up with Stiles making comments and he just wanted him to find Derek. Stiles on the other hand was on the verge of a mental break-down, and he was having issues keeping everything together.

Stiles sighed as he clicked on the MiFi, "You know you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here. Look, and you still need Scott's username and password and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

"You know them," Peter dead-panned.

"No, I don't." Stiles snapped in annoyance, he really didn't know the password and username. Why would he know that? It's not like Scott goes and tells him every little detail about his life, including the username and passwords to his accounts.

Peter smirked, "Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat- I would still know you're lying."

"Okay, first of all my heart beat is out of freaking control because the girl I love is laying in the back of my jeep and she could be dying for all I know! And I'm telling you that I don't know them!" Stiles shouted in annoyance.

Peter then slammed Stiles' down against the trunk of the car, "I can be very persuasive Stiles. Don't make me persuade you."

Stiles struggled out of Peter's hold and began typing on the computer, he didn't want to be persuaded in any other way. Kasey was enough. He has to do this- to get her as far away from Peter as he possibly can.

"What happens after you find Derek?" Stiles asked as he typed as fast as he possibly could.

Peter sighed, "Don't think, Stiles. Type."

"You're gonna kill people, aren't you?" Stiles asked as he glanced at Peter wearily.

The alpha closed his eyes for a second before turned to face the sarcastic boy beside him, "Only the responsible ones."

Stiles sighed outwardly, "Look if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of it."

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favored prey is to large to be brought down alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them." Peter stated.

Stiles glanced at the computer screen, "He's not gonna help you."

"Oh, he will. Because it will save Allison. And you will, because it will save Scott- and precious little Kasey who could possibly be dying in the back of your jeep. Now, if you want to save you best friend- type in his username and password." Peter said with a small smile.

Stiles sighed and began to type the username and password, as Peter watched he rose an eyebrow in confusion, "His username is Allison? And his password is also Allison?"

"Still want him in your pack?" Stiles snapped.

As the screen loaded and started to produce the small map where the GPS sight would locate Scott's phone, Stiles eyes widened in confusion- "Wait what? That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?"

Peter shook his head from side to side, "Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is." A distant howling could be heard off in the distance, and it made the hair on the back of Stiles neck stand up.

"Keys, now." Peter sighed.

Stiles groaned as he handed over his keys, "Careful- she grinds in second." Peter snatched the keys up and then bent them before dropping them back in Stiles' hand.

"Aren't you going to kill me?" Stiles asked the alpha.

Peter sighed as he turned to face him, "Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here,"

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs and then you-you bite my girlfriend and you're not the bad guy here?" Stiles asked sarcastically.

"I like you Stiles, and since you helped me... I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?" Peter asked, his voice taking a very serious tone.

Stiles blinked rapidly, "What?"

"Do you want the bite? If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you'll become like us." Peter elaborated.

Stiles mind was racing, did he want to get bitten? Would he want that? Kasey didn't want it- but she got it. Scott didn't want it- and he has it. And from everything that's happened since Scott got bit, he knows that the bite only brings more trouble and issues into their lives.

"Is Kasey... is she going to be like you?" Stiles asked, his voice cracked as the emotion poured out of him.

Peter sighed, "I but her Stiles, yes-- she will be like me. Just think of how different your life will be, how much better you'll feel. You'll be just like Scott, you'll be just as strong you will be just as popular... no more standing by his side watching his grow."

Stiles stood in a stunned silence as Peter grabbed his arm and started to pull it towards his mouth, "Yes or no?" Peter asked with a smirk, Stiles couldn't think straight. Too many thoughts were whirling around in his mind about Kasey and the bite. She's going to be just like Scott. She's going to change ever full moon, she's going to be a freaking werewolf. Does he want that too?

"I don't want to be like you!" Stiles snapped the second he realize all of the terrible things that come with brings werewolf. He then jerked his arm away hastily.

Peter's smirk grew wider, "You know what I heard just then? Your heart beating faster over the words I don't want. You may believe that you are telling me the truth- but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye, Stiles."



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This is so weird to write in 3rd person, I didn't want to do it in Stiles' pov because I find it weird to write in characters pov that I didn't make up... it's just a thing I have. Idk. Fan, vote, and comment! xx