Friend Reunion » Theo Raeken

Part 15

It's been 30 minutes since Scott and Kira left and we haven't made any progress. I was flipping through the pages of the bestiary, Stiles was sleeping on the table and Malia was nervously clicking pen.

"I'm taking off." Malia said. Stiles mumbled something.

"Stiles, wake up and go home. I'll meet you there in a bit." She said but Stiles didn't wake up. She looked at me.

"It's okay. I will get him to car."

"Thank you." She smiled and then left.

I sighed and looked at page in the book. How did I get myself into this. Werewolves, kanimas, chimeras.

"Stiles, come on. We're leaving."

"Yeah, yeah." He muttered still asleep. I sighed and got up.

"Stiles." I poked him. "Stileees come oon." I whined. It took another 30 minutes to get him into the car. After a while of driving the car stopped.

"Are you kidding me, Stiles? Seriously, every time!"

He got out of car and when he opened the hood of the car I lost a sigh of him because of the smoke coming from his car. This is going to take a while. I took out my phone. When I checked on Stiles my eyes widened and my mouth opened ready to scream, but Stiles screamed first as Donovan standing right behind him put his hand on Stiles' shoulder. I felt the pain from his scream and I held my shoulder as if I am the one being hurt. I got out of the car. Stiles was struggling, trying to escape. I grabbed the metal spanner and hit Donovan. He let go of Stiles and fell to the floor. "Run!" I screamed and both of us sprinted to the school. We stopped in front of the library and I tried to open the door. "I don't have my keycard!" I whisper shouted. I hit the door angrily with my fists. "Maybe we can batter in." I suggested but Stiles shook his head. "We don't have to." He pulled out his keycard. We quietly walked to the empty and dark library. I was trying to catch my breath when we heard the door opening again. We hid behind the bookshelves. I heard phone vibrating and Stiles started looking through his pockets. "Stiles, you dropped your phone. It's Malia, should I text her back?" Donovan spoke.

"You don't really know who I am, do you? Maybe you heard about my father. Did your dad tell you about him, Stiles? Did Sheriff Stilinski ever tell you about the time he was still deputy and how his partner got caught in a shoot-out? Did he tell you a bullet shattered my dad's T-9 vertebra? Went right through his spinal cord? Know what that means? It means everything below his waist is useless. And not just his legs. I bet he told you some of it. But I bet he probably left out the part where he was sitting in a car calling for backup while my dad was going in alone. Did he tell you that he was too scared, too much of a frightened little bitch to go in after him? Or do scared little bitches not tell their little bitch sons about their failures? About how they put their partner in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?"

I growled. Nobody is going to talk like this about a dad of my best friend. I was shivering but in the same time I could feel my blood boiling inside of me. I was furious and I had enough of people trying to kill me or my friends. I turned to look at Stiles and frowned when I saw him staring at me with his mouth open.

"What?!" I hissed.

"Your eyes. They're glowing."

I didn't even have a chance to think about what he said to me because hand caught Stiles by a shoulder and pulled him through the bookshelf which crashed to the floor. I pulled Donovan as he let go of Stiles who used the time to climb up the red poles. I threw Donovan across the room. I was surprised by my sudden strength. But something that surprised me the most were sharp fangs instead of my teeth and thin claws instead of my fingernails.

"You know, I didn't come to hurt you. But if you're going to stand in my way I will kill you." Donovan said.

"Come and try it!" I said provocatively. I saw his teeth sharpen and he ran across the room. He tried to hit me but I stepped back and his hand flew inches from my face. He tried to hit me again but this time I caught his hand and I buried my teeth into it. He screamed in agony and stepped back. Then I made mistake when I looked at Stiles to see if he's okay and I found myself flying across the room. My back hit the bookshelf hard and I screamed in pain. I saw Donovan climbing getting closer and closer to Stiles.

"Don't worry Stiles, I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to eat your legs." Donovan said as he caught Stiles' leg. I tried to get up ignoring the pain but then I heard a loud noise and I fell back to the ground. I looked up seeing Donovan spitted on one of the pole, blood pouring out of his wound.

"Stiles! Stiles!" I screamed and I finally managed to get up and ran to the place where Donovan was.

"I'm okay." Stiles said still hanging on the poles. I sigh with relief as he came down. Donovan was still alive. He was growling. Stiles touched the pole and tried to get it out of Donovan.

"Don't." I stopped him. "What if he heals? He will kill us." And as I said it, Donovan closed his eyes and his head dropped. I looked at the puddle. There wasn't blood anymore. Something silver was pouring out of his wound.

"We.. we have to do something, Stiles. It wasn't our fault. It was self-defense, you heard him. He would torture us, kill us." I gabbled and started walking around.

"I killed him." Stiles whispered unbelievably.

I held his hand. "We are together in this, okay?" He nodded. I watched him as he walked to the phone and called the police.

"What's your emergency?" The woman on the other line spoked. Stiles put his finger on his mouth signaling me to keep quiet. "You reached 911, this line is for emergencies only. If you do not have an emergency, please hang up."

"Want me to send a car out? What's the address?" We heard man's voice.

"It's the school. Beacon Hills High."

"Let me see if we got a car in the area." The man said and then they hung up.

A phone started vibrating and both of us glanced at Donovan. Stiles slowly walked to him and pulled out his phone out of Donovan's pocket.

"It's Malia again." He said.

"Stiles we have to go."

He sighed and didn't answer the call. We ran out of the school. I got into the car and I watched Stiles as he did something to the car and closed the hood. He got into the car too and started the engine. He started breathing heavily and he was shaking visibly. I heard the police siren in distance.

"Stiles come on we have to go." I whispered urgently. He turned off the engine.

"What the hell?!" I whisper shouted. Does he want us to get caught? We watched a police officer as he got out of his car and started walking around. Stiles turned on the radio and we could hear the man saying: "Dispatch, I'm 10-97 and there's no one here. It's a 653."

"What is a 653?" I asked but I got an answer seconds later.

"Roger that. It's a prank call. Return to your patrol." We heard the dispatch say.

The officer got back into his car and left. A prank call?? What about the dead body in the library? I got out of the car and ran angrily to the library. As I opened the door I stopped and stared blankly at the floor. At the perfectly clean floor without blood, without the dead body. I heard Stiles who stopped behind me.

"Where.. where is he?" I asked.

"He's gone."