Magic Bullet

୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

We were in the History class, waiting for the teacher to pass our results. I'm not nervous because I have had the same test for years now. Vampire, remember. I glanced at Scott when I heard his leg didn't stop moving for a moment. "You okay, Scott?" I whispered, knowing that he would have heard me.

He flinched and turned around to look at me. I raised my eyebrow at him, waiting for an answer. "Yeah, I'm okay," He whispered and shifted back to the front. I knew that he was lying obviously, but I will let it go this one time. I sighed and shifted my focus to the teacher who still passing the paper.

After a few seconds, Stiles poke Scott on his shoulder with a pencil to grab his attention. Scott turn his head slightly to signal Stiles that he was listening. "If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know."

Stiles sighed, indicating that he was not satisfied with his friend's answer. "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"

"I don't know."

"Stiles, stop," I turned my head to Stiles, signalling for him to stop.

"This is the last one. I promise,"

This time, I'm the one who was sighing. Why can't one of them listen to me for once? I felt like I'm babysitting a fucking baby. One day, I'm going to have grey hair because of them. Even though, that was physically impossible.

"Does Allison's dad know about the..." Stiles' voice pulled me out from my thought of having grey hair.

"I don't know!" Scott yelled, getting frustrated with Stiles's questions.

The teacher then passed us our results. Like always, Stiles and I got an A. But I can't say the same for Scott though. I can see that Stiles was about to say something. I poke him with my pen and gave him a warning look. "Stiles, don't."

"Stiles, yes," He nodded at me. "Dude, you need to study more."

Scott threw down his paper, not satisfied with the result. I mean, who would. Sorry. "It's okay Scott. It's just one test."

"You gonna make it up," Stiles continued my words. "Do you wanna help studying?"

"No," Scott sighed. "I'm studying with Allison after school today."

Stiles and I smirked at each other when the words came out of Scott's mouth. Darling, I didn't born yesterday. "You're growing up so fast," I wiped the fake tears from my eyes.

"We're just studying."

"Uh-uh. No, you're not," Stiles said.

"I'm not?" Scott asked in confusion. Like I said before, this guy can be really dense sometimes.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de-balled."

"Okay. Just stop with the questions, man," Scott said tiredly.

"Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek, who still scares me."

I snickered lightly when I heard that. I think Stiles heard that because he was giving me his death glare. "Sorry. It's just funny when you said you're scared of Derek."

"He's scary okay," Stiles pouted and shifted his attention to the front.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

When the school bell rang, I made my way toward the school's exit. When I stepped my foot out of the school, I can smell something unusual. Something like blood. When I heard many cars honking, I started running towards them. The closer I got, the stronger the smell got.

I saw Derek in front of Stiles' car. I speed ran towards him just in time to catch him before he fell off to the ground. "Why are you here? And why the **** are you bleeding?"

"I was shot."

Scott and Stiles then came towards us. "He's not looking so good, guys."

"I can see that" I started to stand up with Derek's hand slinging on my shoulder. I ran fastly to Stiles' jeep. "We can talk in the jeep. Scott, find the wolfsbane bullet and take it."

Stiles then walked fastly to his jeep, obviously didn't agree about the fact that Derek was sitting on his jeep with a bleeding arm. But I didn't have time to care about that. Stiles started driving after I nudged his shoulder, not before he rolled his eyes at me first.

"By the way you have 48 hours," I said.

"How would you know?" Derek asked me, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I just know it," I shrugged my shoulder and continued to look forward.

"One question," Stiles said, keeping his leg from bouncing because he was driving. I gestured my hand towards him, giving him a sigh to continue. "How can you know it was a wolfsbane bullet?"

"It'll sound kinda funny, but I can smell it," I lean forward and turn my head to the left and right to see their reaction. I can see that Stiles trying to hold his laugh while Derek just looked at me with a 'are you serious?' kind of look. I shrugged my shoulders and smirked at him in response. "By the way, where are we going?"

"Derek's house," Stiles said with the 'duh' toned.

"What? No, you can't take me there," Derek said, looking at Stiles like he was about to kill him if he drove to his house.

"I can't take you to your own house?"

"Not when I can't protect myself."

"You know Stiles, he was right," I turned my head to face Stiles, who glared at the rearview mirror in response.

He then stopped his jeep at the side of the road. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm?" Stiles turns half his body to face Derek. "Are you dying?"

"Not yet. I have a last resort," Derek responded with a heavy breath.

"What do you mean? What last resort?"

Derek pulled his sleeves, showing his arm that was being shot by a wolfsbane bullet. "Eww. That's disgusting," I made a face, looking like I'm about to throw up. While Stiles, also looked like he was about to throw up.

"Start the car. Now," Derek ordered.

"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf *** out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

To be honest, I don't think you can Stiles. I mean, no offence but you were too fragile for that. Of course, I didn't say it out loud, duh. He will kill me if he knew about this.

"Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth," Derek threatened Stiles.

"Just start the car Stiles," I told him.

Stiles, without a choice, started the car with a dissatisfied expression planted on his face.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles was on a call with Scott.

"Take him somewhere. Anywhere!" Scott's frustrated voice can be heard.

"And by the way, he's starting to smell," Stiles sighed. Derek turned his head to give a death glare to Stiles, who didn't even notice it. I tried hard to stifle my laughter because I didn't want to die yet. Not yet.

"Like what?"

"Like death."

"Okay. Take him to the animal clinic."

"What about your boss?"

"He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster."

"You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you," Stiles sighed and handed the phone to Derek.

Derek took the phone from Stiles' hand. "Did you find it?"

"How am I supposed to find one bullet! They have a million! This house is like the freaking Walmart of guns!" Scott said.

"If you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?"

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing."

I'm starting to get annoyed by all this conversation. I grabbed the phone from Derek's hand forcefully and put the speaker on my ear. "Scott, take a deep breath in and a deep breath out."

I can hear Scott doing what I told him to. "It's a wolfsbane bullet, okay. Not a bullet that you can get at a normal gun shop."

"Yeah," Scott responded, sounding calmer than before.

"So it must be put in a special place."

"That's true. Because it was valuable."

"Just remember that. If you were her. Where did you put it? " I asked him.

"Probably near me?"

"Good. Maybe you can start searching her bedroom."

"That's a good idea. Thanks."

"You're very welcome," I ended the call and give the phone back to Stiles.

The said guy took back his phone and put it in his pocket. He then started the engine and drove toward the animal clinic.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

After a few minutes, we arrived at the animal clinic. I got out first and waited for Derek. I mean, with his condition right now, when I push him with one finger he will fall off. No offence.

When Derek got out of the jeep, I instantly grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my shoulder. He gave me a little nod to show me that he was thankful for my kindness. Who knows that this guy is capable of feeling things.

Stiles then opened what looked like a garage door. He turned on the lights switch. The once dark room was lit with a light bulb, revealing some cleaning equipment inside. I walked inside with Derek beside me. I put him down slowly near the wall for him to lean on.

"Now what?" Stiles asked.

"We wait until Scott gets here with a wolfsbane bullet in his hand," I answered. "And I think we should get inside."

I started to walk towards a real door this time. I entered a room that looked like where a veterinarian will nursing the animals. Derek entered the room and took off his shirt. He put his arm that was being shot on the table. Well, his arm looked so disgusting and you can instantly know that it was so fucking hurt.

"You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of," Stiles said, his voice wavered a little.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," Derek breathed heavily. He opened the cabinets one by one to search for something.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?"

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort...," Derek closed the cabinet and opened a drawer that was full of pills.

"Which is?"

"He's going to cut off his arm," I said, gesturing my hand towards Derek who was holding what looked like a chainsaw but was not too big nor small.

When I looked at Stiles' face, he looked like he was traumatised. Derek put the saw on the table. Stiles grabbed it and turn it on but instantly turn it off and put it back down.

"Oh, my God! What if you bleed to death?" Stiles questioned.

"It'll heal if it works," Derek tied his arm to stop the wolfsbane from spreading to his heart.

"And you!" Stiles turned his head towards me while pointing his finger.

"Me?" I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly push his finger away from my face.

"Don't you feel like out of control or something?"

"Umm, no?"

"I mean he's bleeding and you're a vampire. Aren't you suppose to feel something?" Stiles waved his hands frustratedly.

"I lived long enough to control myself, Stiles," I sighed lowly.

"By the way, I don't know if I can do this," Stiles shifted his attention towards Derek.

"Why not?" Derek asked.

"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!"

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek was finally done tying his arm.

This time I can't stifle my laughter anymore. I laughed and almost fell off to the ground. I can feel the death glare Stiles gave me. "No. But I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!"

"I can do it," I raised my hand when I'm done laughing my arse off.

I heard Stiles sigh in relief when I told them I'm gonna do it. He's totally afraid of blood. Suddenly, Derek vomited blood.

"Holy Good! What the hell is that?" Stiles' voice came out low.

"It's my body, it is trying to heal itself," Derek answered still didn't budge from his position.

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it."

"Now, you gotta do it now," Derek turned his head to me, sweating covering his pale face.

I take the saw and turn it on. Stiles was already facing toward the wall, afraid of the outcome. I raised the saw, preparing myself to cut off Derek's arm. The saw was near his arm when Scott's voice rang, stopping me from cutting the guy's arm.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott asked when he saw that I almost cut off Derek's arm. He came toward us and I put down the saw.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares," Stiles turned his back to the wall and faced us.

"Did you get it?" Derek asked.

Scott quickly took out something from his pocket. He passed the bullet to Derek, who grabbed it. Derek now stood up and check the bullet closely.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Stiles asked.

"I'm gonna...," Derek didn't get to finish his words before he fell and let go of the bullet. The bullet rolled down and fell into a hole.

Scott was trying to grab it but he can't. "Move," I shoved him a little. I put my fingers through the hole. The bullet was close with my fingers but I can't grab it. I took my claws out and grabbed the bullet. "I get it!"

"Please don't kill me for this," Stiles punched Derek in the face. The said guy quickly awakens. Scott and Stiles helped Derek to get up. I crushed the bullet and revealed wolfbane ashes. I lit the ashes with fire. When the fire came down, I take the ashes and slowly put them at where Derek got shot in his arm.

Derek started to scream and groan from the pain. He fell to the ground. Then suddenly, the place where Derek got shot, healed by itself leaving no scars.

"That was awesome! Yes!" Stiles said.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked, being the good boy he was.

"Except for the agonizing pain?" Derek stood up.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health," Stiles said.

Derek just glared at us. I don't really care if he glared at this two thick-headed. But why did he glare at me? I'm older than you so please respect me. Kids these days. Again, of course, I didn't say it out loud. I still love my life, even though I can kill all of them first if I wanted to.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything," Scott said.

"You gonna what?" I turned my head quickly toward Scott.

"You gonna trust them? Do you think they can help you? Even your friend doesn't trust them" Derek gestured his head towards me. I'm trying hard not to kill Scott right here, right now. How the **** he can trust a hunter. I live long enough to know that they were bad news.

"Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!" Scott still stood by his beliefs.

"Well, it's because you don't know their true colour yet," I rolled my eyes to show my annoyance.

"I can show you exactly how nice they are," Derek said.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked, confused as to what Derek was saying.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

Stiles and I were in his jeep, driving to the school because I left my car there. It was my favourite so I can't leave it there. "Where are they going?" Stiles asked me.

"To the hospital," I answered.

"Why?"

"To see Derek's uncle,"

After that, Stiles didn't ask me questions anymore. The drive toward the school was quiet and awkward for me. "By the way, how about that guy you are seeing?" Stiles broke the awkward silence between us.

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows, this time turning my body to face him.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," Stiles gave me a face that said I'm not stupid.

"I don't know if he even likes me as a friend or does he even see me as one or he just sees me as a person who annoyed him every day," I sighed and lean the side of my head on the seat.

"Don't overthink yourself," Stiles tried to reassure me.

"Thank you,"

"Why?"

"For being a brother figure to me," I smiled at him, showing my appreciation.

"Anything for my sister figure too," Stiles said in a sing-song voice.

I chuckled slowly and start humming to the song that Stiles opened on the radio. We then started singing loudly like we had no care for the world.

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୨⎯ "Your POV" ⎯୧

"Okay, we already arrived," Stiles stops the engine and parked his jeep beside my car.

"Thank you again for driving me here," I got out of the jeep and walked towards my car.

"Anything for my figure sister," Stiles responded.

I shook my head lightly and entered my car. When I started my engine, Stiles too started to drive away. Then, I drove my way out of the school's car park and towards my house.

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