Scott walked through the dark, deserted city streets, his eyes fixed on the asphalt ground, dragging his feet under the faint, guilt-ridden moonlight.
He no longer felt the pain of his physical wounds, which had healed thanks to his regenerative abilities; rather, it was a true, agonizing pain wrenching his heart from the inside.
Chris Argent’s terrifying threats menaced his survival, Detective Lee’s stern stares warned him of the consequences of his kindness, and cruelest of all…
Stiles’s violent punch and his voice that still echoed in his ears: *”You’re on your own, Scott.”*
He slowly pulled his phone from his pocket to check the time.
His trembling fingers pressed the screen, lighting it up to reveal a notification for a text message sent from Allison: *”Scott, are you okay?
I felt worried about you tonight…
I hope to see you tomorrow at school.”*
He stared at the name for a few seconds, feeling a suffocating lump form in his throat.
He remembered her father’s terrifying vow to cut him in half, and the harsh reality that he was a distorted creature who did not belong in her innocent world.
With immense exhaustion and a face filled with sorrow, he pressed the power button, shutting the phone off completely, then shoved it back into his pocket as if escaping his reality.
He finally reached his house; the lights were off, and silence enveloped the place.
He unlocked the door slowly and quietly using his key so as not to wake his mother, Melissa, and slipped inside, locking the door behind him.
His breaths were heavy, and his body was in desperate need of a sip of water to ease the dryness in his throat.
He walked with heavy steps down the dark hallway leading to the kitchen.
The moment his foot crossed the kitchen threshold, the air suddenly changed.
A cold shiver rushed through his body, and his maturing werewolf senses picked up a strange scent—the smell of wild blood, wet fur, and imminent danger.
Before he could raise his hand to flip the kitchen light switch, a low, sharp, and terrifying growl shattered the silence of the dark, rattling the corner of the kitchen.
Scott’s body froze in place.
He turned slowly toward the dining table.
There, in the darkness, stood a four-legged creature.
It wasn’t as massive as a werewolf, but it bore the features of a predatory wild coyote.
Suddenly, the coyote’s eyes flashed in the dark, and they were no ordinary eyes… they glowed with a familiar, terrifying, vibrant blue light.
The coyote gave Scott no time to think or retreat; it pounced through the air with lightning speed, snapping its jaws to reveal sharp fangs dripping with saliva.
— *Arghhh!*
Scott yelled and instinctively recoiled, but the coyote’s heavy body slammed into his chest with brute force, sending them both crashing into the metal refrigerator, which let out a massive clang and shook from its spot.
The coyote’s claws unsheathed and began tearing into Scott’s shirt, leaving long gashes across his chest that immediately oozed blood.
Using his supernatural strength, Scott pushed the coyote off with both hands, throwing it away.
The creature crashed into the wooden kitchen table, smashing the surrounding chairs.
The coyote rose with astonishing speed, unfazed, spinning nimbly before lunging again, aiming for Scott’s throat.
Anticipating the move, Scott ducked low, letting the coyote’s body pass over him.
In a swift motion, he spun around, grabbed the beast’s hind legs, and hurled it toward the kitchen countertop.
A set of stacked glass cups and vases shattered, scattering shards everywhere and creating absolute chaos.
The coyote roared in fierce rage, its blue eyes glowing even more intensely.
This time, it leaped onto the wall, rebounded off it toward Scott, and buried its front claws into Scott’s shoulders, pinning him to the concrete kitchen floor.
Scott struggled against the snapping jaws that were closing in on his face with terrifying strength, the coyote’s hot breath hitting his face.
Scott gritted his teeth, his eyes beginning to glow a golden yellow as his own claws extended.
— *Arrahhhh!!*
Scott roared, digging his claws deep into the coyote’s flank and squeezing with all his might, causing the creature to unleash a sharp, agonizing howl.
Seizing the moment, Scott raised his legs and kicked the coyote’s underbelly with immense force, launching it into the hanging metal pot racks, which all came crashing down with a loud, continuous, bomb-like din.
Scott stood up, panting heavily.
His body was suffering from severe wounds that were beginning to heal slowly, while the coyote was preparing for another lethal leap, growling with a tone dripping with a desire to kill and mangle.
At that critical moment… the hallway door swung open, and the kitchen light was switched fully on, flooding the room with bright light and exposing the sheer scale of destruction and ruin.
Melissa stood at the entrance in her nightwear, the blood freezing in her veins at the sight before her.
She saw her son covered in blood, and in front of him, a wild beast with glowing blue eyes.
Melissa erupted into a hysterical, piercing scream that filled the entire house:
– *Ahhhhh!
Scott!!!
What is this?!
Oh my God!!!*
Out of sheer terror and fear for her son’s life, she didn’t think twice.
She rushed toward the nearest remaining shelf, grabbing large ceramic plates and metal spoons with her trembling hands, frantically hurling them at the coyote while screaming continuously:
– *Get away from him!
Get away from my son, you wretched monster!
Get out of here!*
A few plates and spoons struck the coyote’s body and head, creating a clattering noise that distracted it for a few seconds.
The coyote slowly turned its head toward Melissa, narrowing its blue eyes with a lethal, sadistic glare.
Abandoning Scott completely, its paws moved with terrifying speed toward Melissa, extending its claws to strike down and tear apart her fragile, defenseless body.
When Scott saw the coyote heading toward his mother, the scared teenager’s mind shut off, and the raging “beast” ignited in its place to protect his family.
Scott was no longer thinking of mercy or kindness; his anger and heartbeat transformed into a destructive roar.
Scott unleashed a terrifying werewolf roar that shook the walls of the house:
– *Mommmmmm!
Noooooooo!*
With supernatural speed, Scott lunged like a lightning bolt, tackling the coyote’s back just centimeters before its claws could reach Melissa.
Scott wrapped his powerful arms around the coyote’s head, locking it in a vice grip that completely paralyzed its movement and forced it backward, away from his mother.
The coyote thrashed, trying to dig its claws into Scott’s arms to break free, but Scott was in a state of blind rage.
Opening his mouth wide, his long, sharp fangs emerged.
With all the fury and strength he possessed, he sank his fangs deep and viciously into the back of the coyote’s neck!
*Gggrrrzzz!*
The fangs pierced through fur and flesh, and warm blood rushed into Scott’s mouth.
The coyote suddenly let out a hideous, heart-wrenching whine and howl of pure agony; it had not expected this young werewolf to possess such savagery and lethal drive.
The coyote writhed weakly, shaking its head desperately to escape the bite that was tearing the flesh of its neck.
Scott tightened his grip and bite for a few more seconds until he felt the coyote’s body go limp and lose its strength.
Only then did he release the creature’s neck, violently throwing it toward the kitchen’s back door leading to the yard.
The coyote collapsed onto the ground, bleeding profusely from its neck, whimpering in a broken, frightened tone.
It looked at Scott with its blue eyes—whose glow was beginning to fade—in genuine terror, realizing it would die if it stayed for even another second.
The creature crawled quickly toward the shattered kitchen window and leaped through it, disappearing rapidly into the darkness of the backyard and the black night, fleeing from death.
Scott fell to his knees amidst the wreckage of scattered plates and spoons, panting violently.
Blood was trickling from his mouth, nose, and chest, and his golden eyes were still glowing faintly before returning to their human state.
He turned his head in horror toward his mother, who stood in the corner, breathing hysterically, her face covered in tears from the horror of what she had witnessed.
The kitchen was drowned in a heavy silence, punctuated only by Scott’s ragged breathing and the sound of blood droplets falling from his torn clothes onto the ruined floor.
Melissa stood pressed against the wall, her entire body trembling, her eyes wide with a shock and horror so profound that it left no room for tears at first.
She looked at the broken plates, then at the window, and finally fixed her gaze on her son… on his face, whose monstrous features were receding, his fangs slowly disappearing to reveal her young, human boy once more.
Melissa took a trembling step forward, the sound of glass shards crunching under her foot.
She whispered in a paralyzed tone:
– *Scott… what… what is this?
What did I just see?*
Scott rose slowly, groaning as he clutched his bleeding abdomen, unable to even look her in the eye.
He took a step back and said in a shaking voice:
– *Mom..
I.. don’t come closer, please don’t look at me like that.*
Melissa suddenly cried out, her held-back tears bursting forth as she pointed her trembling hands at his mouth and chest: This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
– *How can I not look at you?!
Your eyes.. your eyes were glowing yellow, Scott!
And your teeth.. you bit that monster!
And your wounds.. look at your chest, the wounds are closing right before my eyes!
What is happening to you?!
Are you.. are you addicted to something?
Have you been poisoned?
Give me a medical answer that brings back my sanity right now!*
At that moment, everything inside Scott broke.
The weight of the past few days, the bite in the woods, being hunted by the hunters, Chris’s threats, losing Stiles, and now this horrific attack… everything exploded all at once.
Scott collapsed to his knees again amidst the debris, put his hands over his face, and burst into heavy weeping—the crying of a terrified little child begging for safety, his body shaking violently as he sobbed in despair.
Overcoming all her terror, Melissa rushed instinctively and threw herself onto the floor beside him.
She grabbed his shoulders and pulled his head to her chest, weeping with him:
– *Scott.. oh my God, my baby, calm down..
I’m here.
Tell me, please tell me the truth.
I’m your mother, I will never hurt you.*
Scott raised his head slowly, his face flushed with tears and blood.
He looked at her with eyes dripping with helplessness and said:
– *Mom..
I’m a monster.
I can’t be normal anymore.*
Melissa wiped his tears with her trembling hand and said with a choked voice:
– *What do you mean, a monster?
Talk to me, Scott, don’t scare me any more than this!*
Scott caught his breath with difficulty and said, shivering:
– *Remember the night I went out for a run at midnight a week ago?*
Melissa nodded quickly:
– *Yes.. yes, I remember.
You came back that night with your clothes torn and said you were attacked by an animal.*
Scott cried out, his voice cut short by sobbing:
– *It wasn’t an animal, Mom!
It was a werewolf!
A massive, terrifying creature attacked me in the dark and bit me in my side!
And since that night.. everything changed.
I started hearing people’s heartbeats from miles away, smelling things before they approached, and I can run with supernatural speed.. and my wounds heal in minutes.
I’m..
I’m turning into a werewolf, Mom!*
Melissa took a step back while sitting on the floor, placing her hand over her mouth in shock, shaking her head in disbelief:
– *A werewolf?
Scott.. this.. these are fairy tales, this isn’t possible!
You’re my human son, I’m the one who gave birth to you!*
Scott said in despair, reaching his hands out to her:
– *Look at the kitchen, Mom!
Look at what that coyote did!
Is that a normal creature?!
The town is full of them!
There are hunters chasing me..
Allison’s father, Chris Argent, is a professional hunter!
He threatened me tonight to cut me in half if I go near his daughter!
And there are vampires in the city!
I saw them with my own eyes tonight, one of them was about to rip my heart out of my chest!*
Melissa gasped in bewilderment and said in a faint voice:
– *Vampires?
And hunters?
And you’re in the middle of all this?
Oh my God.. and Stiles?
Does he know?*
Scott let out a burning sob, his head dropping down:
– *Stiles knows everything.. he was trying to help me and protect me the whole time.
But tonight.. tonight he abandoned me.
He punched me in the face and said I’m on my own from now on.. he said I’m going to bring death upon myself and my family because of my stupidity and kindness.*
Melissa’s hand reached out to rest on her son’s cheek, and she said in a tone filled with confusion and sorrow:
– *And why did Stiles say that?
What did you do tonight to make him abandon you?*
Scott looked at her with red, tearful eyes and said:
– *Because I saved the life of a killer vampire..
I saved someone named Damon.
The hunter Chris was about to kill him, but his brother Stefan begged me, cried, and asked me to save him.. and I couldn’t just stand by and watch someone get killed in front of me, Mom!
I couldn’t!
Stiles and everyone think I’m stupid and naive, and that this killer will come back to kill me and kill more people.. maybe they’re right, maybe I really am stupid, but I couldn’t bear hearing his brother’s heartbeat dying of terror over him!*
Melissa’s tears flowed abundantly, and she pulled her son into a tight embrace this time, weeping bitterly as she stroked his hair and whispered in his ear:
– *You’re not stupid, Scott.. you have a big heart, and that’s what makes you my beloved son.
But oh my God.. this world you’re talking about is terrifying.. very scary.
How are we going to live like this?
How am I going to protect you when I’m just a nurse in a hospital who owns nothing but medical needles?!* Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Scott gripped his mother’s shirt tightly, as if he were drowning and clinging to a lifeboat, and said in a pleading, frightened tone:
– *I’m terrified, Mom.. very terrified.
The hunters are chasing me, the vampires are angry with me, and Stiles left me..
I’m scared that I’ll lose control next time and hurt you.. or hurt an innocent person.
I don’t want to be a monster..
I just want to be your normal son again!*
Melissa tightened her embrace, wiped her tears resolutely, then pulled his face back slightly to look into his eyes, saying in a powerful, motherly tone despite her trembling:
– *Listen to me carefully, Scott.
You are not a monster; monsters don’t cry in their mothers’ arms out of fear for the innocent.
Stiles is angry because he’s scared for you, and Chris Argent is a cruel man.. but you won’t face this garbage alone anymore.
I am with you.. and we will find a solution, we will talk to Stiles, and we will do whatever it takes to protect you.
Do you hear me?*
Scott nodded his head slowly, his tears unceasing, but for the first time in days, he felt the heavy weight pressing on his chest lighten a bit, having shared his eternal curse with the only person who loved him unconditionally.
Damon began to regain consciousness very slowly, feeling a horrific heaviness pressing on his brain and skull, as if it were about to explode.
He raised his trembling hand with great difficulty, placed his fingers on his forehead—which was still oozing remnants of dried blood—and muttered in a hoarse, disoriented voice:
– *What.. what the hell happened tonight?*
Damon tried to lean on his elbow to rise from the cold concrete floor, but he let out a sharp, pain-filled groan, his body collapsing back down with his full weight.
He felt a terrifying burning sensation, as if hot acid were flowing through his bloodstream; his body’s cells were being eaten away by werewolf venom mixed with a high concentration of vervain.
When he opened his bloodshot eyes, he saw his brother Stefan sitting before him on a worn-out chair, one hand placed over the other, with features as cold, harsh, and angry as a concrete wall.
Damon coughed violently, spitting a string of black blood onto the floor, and looked at his brother with a spiteful tone, saying:
– *What.. what did you do to me, Stefan?*
Stefan rose from his chair slowly and firmly, showing no sign of pity on his face.
He looked down at his brother lying beneath his feet and said in a calm yet resolute voice:
– *What I should have done a very long time ago, Damon.. putting an end to you, and locking you up forever.*
Stefan turned, walked toward the heavy metal door of the cell, stepped out, and slammed it shut behind him, producing a frightening metallic clang that echoed throughout the basement.
He turned and gripped the iron bars with his hands, looking at Damon sitting in the darkness, and continued:
– *Don’t bother trying to move.. you won’t be able to.
I injected a large amount of vervain into your system, and thanks to Scott’s efforts in biting you during the fight, werewolf venom is running through your veins now as well.
You are currently in your weakest state ever, and you won’t even be able to lift a single finger, let alone stand on your feet.*
Stefan narrowed his eyes and continued with a harshness uncharacteristic of him:
– *And you won’t get a single drop of blood from us.
Lack of feeding will slowly desiccate and desiccate your body, turning you into a hollow, completely paralyzed mummy.
And when you reach that stage..
I will lift your lifeless body, place it in an iron coffin, and bury it in a deep, hidden grave far away from this world, where no one will ever find you again.*
Damon’s eyes widened in shock mixed with a genuine terror he tried to hide.
He gritted his teeth and shouted in a raspy, angry voice:
– *You.. you won’t dare do this to me, Stefan!*
Stefan replied with absolute coldness, a mocking smile forming on his lips:
– *We’ll see.*
Damon began to shiver, whispering in a weak voice full of vulnerability and an attempt at psychological manipulation:
– *You won’t do it..
I know you well.
You’ve tried to kill me several times over the past 145 years, but you never could.. and you won’t be able to carry out these words of yours now.*
Stefan’s smile vanished, replaced by deep-seated resentment.
He stepped closer to the bars and said forcefully:
– *Believe me, Damon..
I can this time, and I will.
I made a promise to Scott that I would lock you up forever and never let you hurt anyone again in exchange for him saving your wretched life from Chris Argent’s stake.
You should be thankful and grateful, because that kid has a brave and very kind heart to the point that he saved your miserable life.. you!
The one who was trying to rip his heart out of his chest in cold blood just minutes before!*
Damon breathed with difficulty, his voice raspy as he looked at his brother with a desperate gaze:
– *You.. need me.. you won’t bear.. the damn loneliness, Stefan.. you will free me in the end..
I am your brother.*
At that moment, Stefan erupted in furious anger, shouting in a tone that shook the corners of the dark cellar:
– *I lived alone for entire decades without seeing your miserable face, Damon!
Don’t claim now that you were with me throughout the past century and a half!
I needed you in my darkest times, in the bleakest days of my life.. but you were never there for me!
You were always busy spreading death and destruction everywhere you went!
So yes..
I can live without you!
In fact.. my life will be much better without your sadistic, sick presence around!*
Stefan exhaled heavily, trying to control his temper, then turned toward the corner of the cellar where their nephew, Zach Salvatore, was standing, and said to him firmly:
– *Keep a close eye on him and don’t get too close to the metal door, Zach.
No matter what happens.. stay alert so he doesn’t try any trick to escape.*
Zach nodded his head with serious, stern features, and said in a calm tone:
– *Understood, Uncle Stefan..
I’ll stay here.*
Stefan sighed in extreme exhaustion, cast one final look devoid of any emotion at his sprawled brother, then turned and walked up the stairs, leaving the cellar, abandoning Damon whose body began to shake violently as the venom spread further into his veins.
Zach took a few steps to stop in front of the cell bars.
He looked down at where Damon was writhing in pain, and a long-awaited smile of relief formed on Zach’s face.
He said in a low voice:
– *Finally, you got what you deserve, Damon.. you’ve killed and slaughtered enough innocents in this town.
It’s time to pay the price.*
Zach turned as well and followed Stefan upstairs, leaving the cellar to sink into pitch-black darkness.
In the midst of that darkness and deadly loneliness, Damon’s body curled inward.
He coughed up blood, gasping heavily as the physical pain of the werewolf venom tore through his insides, and the psychological pain of Stefan’s words ripped through his pride.
With his body shaking violently, a long, hot tear fell from the corner of his eye, slowly making its way through the dried blood on his cheek, to vanish into the darkness of his eternal cell.
Scott and Stefan left the place with heavy steps and did not notice Stiles, who was watching them from a window above and listening to everything they were saying.
Stiles sighed with relief that his friend had not become a killer, then slowly disappeared as if he hadn’t been there, unaware that Stefan had been watching him the whole time.