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Stiles was noticeably uneasy walking into the hospital with Lydia. The noise…the smell. It was hitting him all at once. Chemicals, cleaners… Blood…was that urine? Gross. It was overwhelming.
He's been high strung since the night before, after they read the books. He's still waiting for more memories to surface. Something to fill in the gaps with Theo. As well as the Dread Doctors. He needs to see how they are connected. wasn't sure if Lydia could tell how anxious and uncomfortable he was. She had given him a few sideways glances. But he also could tell she wasn't all that comfortable being here either. He doesn't blame her. Her Banshee powers could be unpredictable. Having to leave her in the room alone was the last thing he wanted to do. He's overflowing with thoughts. It was distracting and it was hard to not have it get in the way. His display of power with Theo has been replaying in his head all night. Theo's insistence of helping him when he's the one who got him into this mess.
A part of him thinks he should just tell Scott. Prove to him Theo can't be trusted after what he's done. But then he would have to still lie about what he did to Donavan. Scott wouldn't be able to look past this. He doesn't know if being a part of the supernatural club against his will was enough to justify what he did. Even if it was self defense. Because… He had liked it. He feels guilty not because what he did was wrong, but… because he didn't feel all that bad about doing it. Theo had said he was only a half vampire. What would have to happen for him to become a full one?
God he does not want to have to work with that sleaze ball. Well, he might just have to suck it up. The pain isn't going away and he can't help the hunger that keeps burning in his chest. He thought maybe if he ate more it could push the ache down. But it's done nothing.
He had left to turn on the lights for Lydia but Melissa had told him the power was down. He was even more annoyed now. Nothing can work out the way he needs it. Like ever.
He headed back inside the elevator and waited for the doors to shut.
That's when he felt a sudden chill. A shift in the air. He looked at his semi-visible reflection in the mirror like doors. He doesn't think he can get used to that. He frowned as he saw a figure behind him on his left.
A woman in a hospital gown moved past him.
He felt compelled to follow her.
He knew her. His mother.
His vision blurred as he looked at her, rocking back and forth like he was on a ship. She moved quickly, weaving between the other people in the hallway.
He was out of breath. He could hear his own nerves in his voice.
“Mom? Mom, what are you doing?”
He didn't even realize he was standing on the roof until he heard his father voice from behind.
“Claudia?.”
She stood at the edge of the building. Looking down, she stood there silently. His father slowly got closer to her.
“What are you doing up there?”
She finally turned around. She must have been crying as tears had made her cheeks red and puffy.
“I couldn't stand to be in that room anymore. Not with him looking at me like that.”
His mother made her way down the platform on the roof. She Moved closer to his father.
“Claudia..”
The sheriff said, reaching out to her.
“Hes trying to hurt me… He wants to kill me! I dont care if you dont believe me, but he is. Hes trying to kill me.”
Stiles eyes are burning. So is his throat. His legs feel paralyzed..Like he's stone. A flash of blue hit his eyes and he pinched the bridge of his nose in pain.
He watched as his father reached out a hand and she took it.
“No, thats not true. Come on down.” His father gently guides her down. Shes crying again. Her breath stuttered. He takes her in his arms and holds her close.
“Come here. You have to remind yourself that its the disease. Remember what the dementia does? It gives you delusions. It makes you think that people are out to get you.”
She shakes her head.
“You don't see the way he looks at me. His eyes.. Look at the color of his eyes.”
“Claudia hes 10 years old.”
“Hes trying to kill me.”
She turns from his father and looks straight at him.
“Hes trying to eat me, Look at his eyes.”
The world around him has turned shades of blue. Stiles stumbles backwards a bit as a wave of vertigo hits him. His tears begin to flow freely from his eyes as he blinks. He grabs his knees and looks down at his shadow. It's small, not right. A child.
Him.
His mother was in front of him now. She was screaming.
“Stop it, Stop looking at me like that. Stop it! Stop Looking at me!”
She grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back.
“Mom what are you do-”
She started throwing her hands wildly. Hitting and scratching him. She managed to push him to the ground. Pelting him over and over again.
The blue in his vision seemed to flicker as he looked at her. Flashing away until another figure took her place. Sparks flew behind them. And a loud roar filled his ears.
Fanged teeth were above him now a boy replaced the vision of his mother. It was another Chimera. The Chimera went to grab him with a clawed hand and he caught it. He managed to kick him hard enough to send him reeling backwards. The hit must have confused him but he shook it off and charged forward. Stiles scrambled to his feet. He could feel the anger bubbling up to the surface. He felt his nails growing sharp. His eyes burned and his senses felt stronger. He had a feeling if he were to look in the mirror his eyes would be glowing. He could feel his gums itch. He let out a scream of rage.
The Chimera got a swing in and slashed his face. He could smell the blood dripping down.
Before the Chimera could get in another swing something moved into his field of vision and threw the other creature off of him.
Sparks were flying all around him but he could clearly see who came to his rescue.
Theo.
Stiles could feel his fangs. The taste of his own blood filled his mouth. He crawled backwards and hit the skylight behind him. He wrapped an arm around his face. The bubbling urge to rip out the Chimeras throat hit him hard. He was angry. Ravenous even. He forced himself to look away. He pressed himself tightly into a corner. Fighting the want, no the need to let go of his rage. To just give in and satisfy this painful hunger. His face was hurting, contorting in an uncomfortable way he's never felt before. Is this what it felt like for the werewolves?
He looked at the two fighting and before he processed what he saw he could smell it. The sweet tangy smell of blood.
Theo after some struggle managed to grip the other boy's neck with his claws then dug in. Blood sprayed everywhere. Theo's hands glisten with red, sticking to him like a sweet honey.
A guttural groan came from deep within his chest. It wasn't even a nose he thought he could make.
Stiles somehow found himself staring at the pool of blood next to him. His hand had found its way to reach out. They were red now too.
Theo let out a growl and looked at the dying boy.
Stiles could hear it.. Practically feel the boy's heart stutter. Its beating slowed. Almost nonexistent. but still there pumping.
His hands moved closer to his mouth. This was so wrong. He should feel wrong.
But he can't help himself as he licks his hands. Blood smears on his face as he can't seem to get enough. It was divine. Smooth and like nothing he's had before. Better than curly fries that's for sure.
“Stiles no.”
He barely hears Theo as he crawls to the body.
"Stiles dont. He will make you sick. His blood is contaminated. Besides if you drink from him and kill him you become a full Vampire Stiles. I know that's not what you want.”
He doesn't hesitate as he finds his teeth sinking into the Chimeras bleeding throat. He can't force himself to listen to Theo's words. The pain in his stomach is unbearable. He takes in gulps of blood as he hears the heart beat getting weaker beneath him.
“Dammit Stiles!”
The blood fills his mouth and trickles down his chin. He can feel the pain starting to subside. The Chimeras heart beat was still weak but not gone.
Then he feels strong arms grab him and yank him back. Both boys go flying backwards.
Theo propped himself up on his elbows and Stiles quickly sat up.
He screamed at Theo. “What the fuck!”
They both crawl towards the body. Unnaturally fast. Theo reached out a clawed hand first and swiped it down across the Chimeras throat once more. Stiles could hear the blood pushing out faster than before. Before he could get his fangs back in he could hear the heartbeat stop. Theo killed him.
Stiles let out a frustrated groan. He was crying as he crawled toward the body again. But before he could try and steal more blood he smelled a familiar scent. Silver began to mix with the blood. A stale metallic smell hits his nose and he grimaces.
Theo stares at him with wide eyes.
Stiles feels a burning hot rage take over him again. He lets out a roar.
“No! No! Why! Why did you d-”
Theo cut him off. This time hes a few inches in front of him.
“Stiles get yourself together. Look at me.”
Theo's eyes are glowing. His clawed, bloody hands reached out and gripped his wrists tightly.
Stiles glared at him and tried to pull away but he struggled in his grip.
“Stiles I have blood I can get you some. You don't have to kill anyone else.”
He stopped struggling.
“I didn't kill him Theo. I.. I wasn't.”
“You were Stiles. And I'm not talking about him..”
Stiles feels cold all of a sudden. His senses make him dizzy. His pain was still in his gut. Begging for more blood. He tried his best to shake off the urge.
“What are you talking about?”
Theo's still holding his wrists, His nails digging into his skin slightly.
“Stiles you can't say anything,”
Theo says, begging even.
“Why not!”
The werewolf pulls him in closer.
“Because I never said anything about Donovan. “
He let go of his wrist and Stiles rubbed at the puncture wounds left behind.
He can't get the smell of blood out of his nose.
Theo stood up and looked at him as he stayed kneeling. Sill a few feet from the body.
“I know what happened to Donavan. I know everything.”
Within seconds Stiles was in the air just a few inches off the ground and pushed Theo backwards. They flew into a gate and he whipped him against it hard.
“You don't know anything.”
Somehow Theo managed to slip his arms under his and twist him around. He slammed him against the gate in his place.
Theo growled.
“I was there.I was at the library. Malia found the book. She was texting us to see where you were.She said that she left you at the library. I told her I was close.When I got there, I heard the scaffolding come down. I was worried you made your first kill Stiles that you had already sunk your teeth in before I could come and help you.”
Stiles felt some of his rage dissipate and it was replaced with confusion.
“You saw him?”
“Just the body.”
They both looked at each other and the tension lessened some. Theo released his grip.
“I watched you come out. I was gonna say something. I was going to help you, help you find some blood so you didn't take any from someone living. But then I saw the cop car… and the body was gone. I wasn't sure if.. if you had done something. I don't know who took him. I only saw what you saw, And I didn't say anything because you didn't. “
They both turn towards the sound of sirens in the distance.
“That's not an ambulance,is it?”
Theo says, turning back towards him.
Stiles shakes his head no and walks away. Hes teeth found their way back to normal. But his adrenaline was still high. He was scared to look at the pool of blood on the ground.
Theo followed him.
“We should get out of here.”
Stiles looked at the body. His impulse is still buzzing all over his body. But he knows that the blood can't satisfies him now. its smells off. unapitzing. His hunger is back though. Strong and unforgiving.
He winces.
“We can't… We can't just leave him.”
“Fine. All right, let's take him. Someone's stealing the bodies anyway, right? Here's our chance to find out who. Stiles come on. We gotta do something.”
Stiles doesn't know how to feel. How to make sense of this all.
“You killed him.”
“It was in self defense. Then… then to stop you from turning….. Stiles he was going to kill you and me. You were going to drink him to death. Do you know what happens when you do that Stiles? There's no coming back from that. You become a full Vampire. Listen, I can give you blood. enough so you don't have to hurt anyone. Let me help you. If we stay here we're either going to have to tell the truth or we're going to need a pretty convincing story.”
He had a point. Unfortunately he had a point. Fuck this is all a mess.
“It's your choice Stiles. I'm not going to ask you to lie to your dad. I know I got you into this.”
He rolls his eyes and looks back at the body.
“Don't worry . I've had plenty of practice.”
He hesitates slightly before making his way to the body.
Theo walks around to the other side.
“Are you going to be okay carrying him?”
Stiles sighs. The urge had died down. and the smell, though hard to ignore, is no longer sweet.
“I'll manage. Let's go. now.”
They both count to three as they pull the body up off the ground.
What has even become his life anymore? He might just have to trust Theo enough so he can survive the rest of this night still mostly human. What was left of his humanity was hanging on by a thread. That should really scare him more than he's letting himself feel right now. But he thinks the pain in his gut is making him feel numb. He can't get a clear read on Theo's intentions here. He wants to help him, but he knows he changed him for a reason. Was it for control? A way to get into the pack. Was this his sick and twisted way of making him a friend? He can't piece it all together. But if doesn't want more of his secrets to find their way to Scott and the pack… or his dad he needs to be a team player here. God what a fucking mess.