𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘁

I Will Die For You

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I don't know how I ended up on the floor, nor do I know how the bleachers got folded in. All I know is my head feels like it was stomped on, and considering the size of the Alpha's wolfy-feet...I just might have been stepped on.

I slowly sit myself up and adjust my eyes around the room, my vision a bit blurry from the second blow to the head tonight. I hear sirens, and I don't smell blood that isn't mine or the Janitor's. Thank god. I look down at my stomach to see the shallow claw marks. "Scott, you fucking asshole." I mutter to myself, "You tried to skewer me!"

I push my body up despite the blinding pain, and start limping to the entrance of the school. Although the cops are here, I smell a nauseating amount of anxiety, and can pinpoint exactly who it is. Stiles.

While approaching the front of the school, I can hear his voice drowning out all of the officers. "You've gotta go in there and find her!"

"We have to make sure that there is no one outside of the school before we go in."

"What if he is in there with her? Huh? What if right now...he is kill-" He stops himself in the middle of the sentence and sighs. "I'm going in there."

I speed up my limp-filled walk and continue towards the door. My body is a bit hunched over while one hand is clutching the holes in my abdomen, the other clutching my aching head. I hear his steps approaching me, and make eye contact with him when I turn the corner.

"Maeve, oh my god." He jogs up to me and I watch his arms open and slightly flinch, readying my body for the pain of the hug. His arms close back up when he sees the blood dripping from my shirt. "What happened?"

"I uh...I don't exactly remember." I remember hitting the wall, and waking up with stab wounds that I can only assume are from Scott. They're too shallow to be from the Alpha, and honestly, I wish they were. When Scott see's the still-healing wounds, I know he will feel terrible. 

"Are you okay?" He moves up to me and brushes my hair away from my face to examine it, which is met with another flinch. He snatches his hand back and clears his throat. "I- sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." 

"No, no you didn't. It just hurts." I grab onto the back of his hand and bring his fingertips back up to my cheek. 

I feel them trace along my hairline, before swiftly pushing my hair out of the way. His eyes are fixed on my cheekbone, watching in awe as the cut on it slowly patches itself back together. When the cut is closed up, I feel the bruises start attempting to disappear, and Stiles notices this. He slides his fingers back down my faces and traces my jaw all the way down to my chin. He is silent as he continues examining my face, his fingers sliding up my chin and onto my bottom lip, where I had bitten a hole when my body hit the wall after being thrown by the Alpha. My eyes are on him the whole time he stares at my injuries, and I am knocked out of a trance when his hand pulls away from my lips. 

"Are you okay?..." He repeats, this time sounding less about the injuries, and more in the general sense. 

"Yeah. I'll heal. Besides, I'm just glad that all of you guys got out." I grab onto his arm for stability and start limping down the hall towards the doors. 

"But...you were left in there. I though you actually sacrificed yourself for us, Maeve." 

"And I would have. But I didn't have to." 

I almost trip when Stiles halts to a stop and turns to me once again. "You need to stop not caring about your survival! There are people that care about you! There are people that lo-" He chews on his lip, "I lo- look, I'd be really pissed if you died." 

"I know..." I sigh, "I've told you this and I'll tell you again. I would be happy if the way I died is by keeping you alive. Look, Stiles...we got wrapped into this fucked up world. I can't ever leave it. Scott can't. There is a high possibility that I will die much sooner than I would if I didn't get bit." I hear his heart speed up at the thought. "I might have to die for you. And trust me... if the time comes, I will. And this isn't me being stupid or suicidal. This is me doing the most I can to protect someone that I..." I take a deep breath, "to protect you." 

He stares at me in silence for long enough for me to think that he might've spaced out during my entire speech. "Got it?" I say, hoping he heard me. 

He finally breaks eye contact and looks at the ground. "Got it." 

I nod and grab back onto his arm, and walk out the doors. 

"Maeve, thank god!" Scott and the Sheriff have identical reactions to seeing me. The Sheriff walks over to the ambulance and leaves us alone. Scott's eyes look down to my shirt, which is leaving a bloody trail wherever I go. The cuts and bruises on my face have healed, but my abdomen is still trying. 

"I'm so sorry..." 

"It's okay." I reassure him, softly smiling. 

"Why is he apologizing?" Stiles asks. 

"The Alpha..." Scott starts, staring at the ground, "It doesn't wanna kill you guys. It wants me to do it. And that's not even the worst part." 

Stiles nearly gasps. "How in the holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?" 

"Because when he made me shift...I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. All of you. I started to kill Maeve, dude. I don't know how, but I stopped myself." 

"That is...wonderful." I lie. 

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