Teen Wolf: Frankenstein

Sorry if this chapter is "bad" I woke up very sick with explosive diarrhea and everything

[POV: Scott]

This day has been a nightmare. I can feel his eyes on me at all times, even when I go to the bathroom, and the worst part is that I don't know how he does it. I can't smell him or hear him anywhere near, but I just know he's watching me, just like he said he would.

For Stiles, things didn't seem any better. While we were having lunch with Allison, Lydia, and the lacrosse guys, Stiles was suffering with every movement, and both Lydia and Allison noticed.

"Are you okay, Stiles? You look like you're in a lot of pain," Allison asked.

"It's nothing, I think I ate something bad for breakfast, hahaha," he said with an awkward laugh.

"Just make sure you don't die. You know, there have been a lot of animal attacks lately, and a death from illness would ruin our streak," Lydia joked.

Allison, sitting beside me, gave me a deep look and whispered, "What's wrong with you and Stiles? You've been frowning all day, and he looks like he's dying."

"It's nothing, it's just that the walls in my house are thin, and unfortunately, I can hear everything from my room," I quickly made up an excuse.

"That's… uncomfortable. By the way, are you coming over to study today? And maybe stay for dinner too?" she asked.

"Yeah, after work, I'll be there," I replied.

"By the way, Scott, that car was a gift from your mom's boyfriend, right?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah, he gave it to me this morning."

"It's pretty expensive. I looked it up, and it costs 500 thousand dollars. He must really like your mom if he gave you something like that," Jackson said, emphasizing the word "mom" as if implying she was selling herself for the car.

My anger surged, and my concentration slipped. My eyes began to glow, though almost no one noticed—except for Stiles. At that moment, someone placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Scott, I've been looking for you," Frank's voice sounded behind me. His grip on my shoulder tightened, forcing me to calm down.

"Oh, Mr. Stain, what a surprise seeing you here. When did you arrive?" Stiles asked.

"Oh, didn't I tell you, Stiles? I have multiple doctorates and teaching licenses. I thought I'd apply as a professor of Ancient History or Latin."

"But neither of those subjects are taught here," Lydia pointed out.

"I know, but with a little incentive, anything is possible, Miss…" The last part was Frank subtly asking for Lydia's name.

"Lydia. Lydia Martin."

"Well, as I was saying, after talking to the principal, I thought I'd check in on Stiles and Scott. So, you must be their friends and teammates."

"Yes, they are—Allison, Lydia, Jackson, and Danny," I said, introducing the closest ones.

"Oh, so you're Allison. Scott never stops talking about you, but he never mentioned you were such a beautiful young lady," Frank said with a smile.

In a barely perceptible whisper, he added, "I see why you like her, Scott. But secrets ruin relationships."

His words shocked me. I understood he meant telling my mom, but also Allison? Impossible. Her dad would kill me if he found out I was a werewolf. My mind started filling with erratic thoughts, my concentration slipping away again, until I heard Frank's voice in my ear. "Scott, remember—clear your mind. Don't let doubts consume you."

"Well, it was a pleasure, but I have to go. I'm still looking for a house to move into after the wedding. And Allison, I hope to see you there with Scott," Frank said before leaving.

"Okay, Scott, your new stepdad is hot. You don't know if he wants a mistress, do you?" Lydia asked jokingly—or at least I hoped it was a joke.

"Please, shut up," Allison said.

After that moment in the cafeteria, the hours flew by, and soon it was time to go home. Outside in the parking lot, I could smell blood and the distinct scent of a werewolf—Derek, if my senses were right.

He had collapsed in front of Stiles' jeep, and I quickly approached to help him up. "Damn it, man, why aren't you healing?"

"A special bullet… I think it has wolfsbane. I can't heal," Derek said weakly.

"Shit, so what do we do?" Stiles asked.

"Find the bullet. Kate Argent shot me—it was a special bullet. She must have more. Find one, and I'll be able to heal," Derek explained.

"I'll see what I can do," I said before turning back to my car.

"I thought you weren't friends," Allison questioned.

"We're not," I replied.

"See you at my house then?"

"Yeah, I'll be there."

[Time skip]

I was standing in front of Allison's house. Just as I was about to ring the doorbell, I sensed Frank's scent appearing behind me.

"You know they might have cameras here, right? Teleporting could get us in trouble," I said.

"I know the Argents, boy—more than they think," he replied.

I decided to ring the doorbell, and a woman—Allison's mother, I assumed—opened the door.

"You must be Scott, I suppose," she said, giving me an emotionless look. "And you are?" she asked, pointing at Frank.

"Frank Stain, the boy's stepfather. And if my memory serves me right, an acquaintance and old friend of Chris Argent," he responded.

Allison's mother scrutinized us both before letting us in. A few seconds later, Allison approached me.

"I didn't know you were bringing Mr. Frank," she said.

"Oh, he told me he knew your dad and was coming to see him, like old times," I explained.

Allison's father arrived seconds later, shotgun in hand, glaring at Frank with hostility. "You've got to be really stupid to come to my house, Stain."

"Chris, we've known each other for years. I taught you how to hunt your first 'deer,'" he said with a mocking smile. "But fine, I understand—you still hold a grudge. Why don't we go to your study and talk before dinner?"

"Fine, but if you bring up any stories from the past, I'll blow your head off," Chris warned.

As they walked away, Frank's laughter echoed down the hallway.

"Allison, I need to tell you something. Can we go somewhere private?"

"Sure, let's go to my room," she said.

Taking my hand, she led me toward her bedroom. On the way, we ran into her aunt, who just gave us a mischievous smile and said, "Be careful, kids."

Inside her room, Allison sat on her bed while I stood in front of her, covering the door with my back.

"Allison, this might sound crazy, and you'll probably say it's a lie, but… the supernatural exists. You know, werewolves, vampires, all of that," I said.

"Uh-huh, and now you're going to tell me my whole family specializes in hunting them. I mean, we do sell weapons and hunt animals," she said sarcastically.

"No, Allison, I'm serious. Look." I concentrated, making my claws emerge. "I don't want to lie to you anymore. I don't want to make mistakes or keep important secrets from you."

"And about your family… yeah, they're hunters. I don't mean to offend you, but your dad and your aunt have already shot at me and another werewolf multiple times."

"The other one is Derek, right? That's why he looked so bad," she said.

"Yes, and even though I didn't come here for this, I need your help. Your aunt definitely has more of those bullets, and I need you to get me one. Please—Derek could die."

"I'm slightly offended because it feels like you're only telling me this because you need my help, Scott," Allison pointed out, crossing her arms.

"No, it's not that. Someone recently told me that secrets only weaken and ruin relationships, and I don't want that to happen to us," I said, taking her hand as I slowly leaned in toward her lips.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Allison's mom stepped in. "Dinner is ready, Allison. Come down," she said before leaving again.

I could feel a thousand knives piercing my skin at that moment. Allison and I went downstairs soon after, joining the others for dinner.

I don't know what Frank said, but Mr. Argent is killing me with his gaze. I just hope I make it out of here alive…