La Bete | Stiles Stilinski

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten 

I had gotten home that night feeling exhausted. I noticed Stiles hadn't gotten home yet, which worried me.

I sat on his bed, crossed-legged, almost spam texting him. He's probably asleep at the library still. I rang him once, then twice, and decided to leave it at that.

I curled up into his bed, breathing softly. I couldn't help but worry. It's stupid, I know, but I couldn't help it. He's fragile; I don't want anything bad happening to him. I wouldn't forgive myself if something did.

I waited for an hour. It had reached 2 AM at this point, and I still hadn't gotten a text back from him. I began to chew my lower lip as I stared at the ceiling. My heart was hammering; I couldn't seem to sleep even if I tried. Come on, Stiles, pick up your damn phone.

As I sat up, I gasped when there was a figure standing by the door. But I could tell it was Stiles and immediately relaxed. I jumped out of bed and ran over to him.

"Stiles! Where have you been?" I asked, worry seeping through my tone as I grabbed onto his arms. "I don't want to sound needy or anything, but why weren't you answering my texts? I was really worried."

"I'm sorry," Stiles breathed out; he seemed distorted. Like something happened to him. Something did happen to him...

"Stiles, what happened?" I asked gently; I could tell that he was overwhelmed. Something shocked him. "Baby, what happened?"

"I—" He runs a hand through his hair. "I don't really know, to be honest."

"You're gonna have to be more specific," I whispered because he was. "You know you can tell me anything."

He bites his lower lip. "I—I fell asleep at the library. I didn't go home as you said, and I should've. But when I woke up, I went to my Jeep, and—and—"

He was trembling at this point, and I wrapped my arms around him, trying to make him feel safe. "Hey, shh, it's okay. Take your time." I kissed his cheek.

He gulps. "Donovan showed up. He attacked me, and I ran for the library again. He came after me, he was going to kill me, Addy. I... I think I killed him. On accident, though, I swear."

"What?" I whispered, absolutely shocked at the news, pulling back from him.

"I didn't mean to." Stiles cried out, he was shaking now. "But when I went to get help, the body, Donovan, he was gone. He liked... Vanished into thin air." He sobbed a little, making my heart clench.

"Oh, Stiles," I murmured, running a hand through his hair. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say. "Hey, it's okay. It was self-defence, whatever you did. It wasn't your fault. I promise it's not your fault, okay?"

Stiles looked like he wanted to believe me, but I knew he didn't. He wasn't guilty, not in my eyes. Donovan tried to kill him.

"Thanks, Addy," Stiles mumbled, pulling me closer to him. I kissed his lips softly, and he kissed back; I could taste the salty tears.

I pulled back. "Let's just... Go to sleep, okay? You look like you need it."

He licked his lips. "Okay. That sounds... Okay." We got ready for bed; I pulled on my PJs. We climbed into bed, he immediately wrapped his arms around me as we spooned.

"Thank you for telling me," I murmured to him.

"You're the only person I trust and won't judge me with this kind of thing," Stiles admitted quietly. "If I told Scott, he would think of me differently. Addy, you can not tell Scott. Please."

"I won't, I promise," I tell him, snuggling into him even further if it was even possible.

—

"The Dread Doctor's by T.R McCammon," Lydia spoke out loud as Malia, Lydia, and I entered the back entrance of Beacon Hill's Highschool hallways. Malia showed us a book she had found on the Dread Doctor's.

Lydia stopped, causing me and Malia to almost bump into her. "What?" Malia asked.

"I don't know." Lydia had this thoughtful look on her face. "There's something about it." And we continued to walk again.

"Has anyone actually read it yet?" I asked, curious to know.

"Just me," Malia confirmed. "And I didn't understand any of it."

"We should probably all read it," Lydia noted.

"Kira's working on that," Malia informed us.

"Stiles says he can't find anything on the author." I also told them as we approached Malia's locker. "He thinks it's a pen name."

Lydia flips the back of the book and reads the blurb. "In a small New England town, teenagers are taken in the night and buried alive. Days later, they emerge transformed, wreaking havoc and spreading terror, commanded by an ancient order of parascientists know only as the Dread Doctors. Sounds vaguely familiar. How does it end?" 

"It doesn't. This is supposed to be Volume One." Malia informed us, and I frowned at that. 

"Oh, let me guess-- there is no Volume Two?" Lydia asked sarcastically, rolling her green eyes.