Forever and Always (Sciles)

Stiles POV

I glance around the guest bedroom, staring at everything, trying to spot any potential clues. It looks like a typical party scene to me, plastic red cups littering the floor along with the bed covers being completely messed up. I'm just glad I didn't walk in on whatever the hell was happening in here before. I walk around the room, inspecting it carefully. I've already checked the bathroom and the master bedroom, and again, no such luck. I'm determined not to give up though. Something is terribly wrong here and I'm going to find out what.

"Come on, Stiles, you just have to think..." I mutter to myself as I run a hand through my hair stressfully. I gaze down at a red cup which is half full on the nightstand beside the bed. I slowly start walking over to it and stare down at the half filled cup. The more I stare at it, a suspicion starts to form in my head. I frown as I pick up the cup and study the drink inside carefully. It looks like some sort of punch, and judging by the smell, laced heavily with alcohol. My nose wrinkles slightly at the overwhelmingly strong scent. I then begin to pick up on another smell, but this is a lot fainter. I frown and try to inhale more of the scent, trying to work out what it is. For my nose, it's too faint. A werewolf would probably be able to work it out though. Suddenly, a realization dawns on me and my heart drops. I have a sinking feeling that I know what the smell is. I gaze down into the cup again and stare at it carefully. I can see tiny particles of stuff sitting in the bottom of the cup that definitely should not be there. The particles look slightly purple. Everything finally starts clicking in my head, and memories from Lydia's party disaster a couple of years ago flooding back to me.

"Wolfsbane," I mutter to myself quietly, staring at the cup with a hard look. Great. This is totally what I wanted to deal with tonight. Who the hell spiked the drinks with wolfsbane, anyway? They obviously have to know werewolves exist. Why were they targeting Scott, Isaac and Liam? You know what, these questions don't matter right now. I just know that Scott, Isaaac and Liam are definitely not safe here. I have to go and warn my friends. We have to get out here before anything else bad happens.

I throw the cup to the floor before I turn around and rush towards the door in a hurry, my heart beating fast. Why do so many parties that me or my friends go to end up with something terrible happening? It kinda feels like a curse, and it's both annoying and worrying. After fumbling with the door handle for a couple of moments, I finally burst out of the bedroom and into the hallway breathlessly, and the sight that I'm met with is something that I neither wanted or expected.

My eyes widen in horror and my heart hammers rapidly against my chest as I stare at the girl that looks no older than me as she places a gun to Scott's forehead, ready to fire. Scott has been propped up against a wall, unconscious and showing no signs of waking up any time soon. Judging from the fact that this girl must have been the one to spike the drinks, I'm going to assume that she has wolfsbane bullets that would easily kill Scott in a heartbeat, if shot into his head. I'm frozen in shock for a moment, as is the girl once she turns over and glances at me. Her eyes are wide as saucers and her skin goes slightly pale. Clearly, this girl obviously thought she was alone. We continue staring at each other for a couple of moments, neither of us knowing what to do. This girl has to be a hunter, surely. Whatever reason she has for going after Scott, I don't care. It doesn't matter. I won't let her get away with it. I'm not going to let her kill him.

As I gaze down at Scott's helpless form, anger and protectiveness overwhelm me. I let out an angry yell and I start running forward as fast as I can, wanting to protect Scott, with my life, if I have to. I manage to kick the teenage girl in the chest just as she turns the gun on me. The girl grunts in pain and stumbles backwards, still holding onto the gun. I rush forward and rip it out of her hands and throw it across the floor. I watch as it skids across the floor for a moment before coming to stop at a wall. I then turn back to the hunter.