Teen Wolf Imagines.

Losing Control / Liam Dunbar

The bite was supposed to be a gift, something you could embrace, and use to help others, including yourself. But in your mind, you saw it as a curse, one that only brought hell to you those around you.
No one expected it to happen. You were nicknamed the "baby" in the pack, always being told to stay in Stiles's jeep, or told to stay at home when the rest of the pack went out. Sure, you were flattered to know that they wanted you to be safe at all cost, but at times, you wished they'd just give you the chance to prove to them you could protect yourself, along with others.
Everyone split up the night you received the bite. Scott, Malia, and Stiles had the job of luring Tracy to the vet clinic after discovering she was still trapped in one of her night terrors, while you, Lydia, and Kira rushed over to the Sherriff's office to protect Lydia's mother, the next person on Tracy's hit list.
While Lydia and Kira talked to Sheriff Stilinski about Tracy, you were on the phone with Stiles who was talking so fast that it sounded like gibberish. In the middle of conversating with Sheriff Stilinski, you walked out of the office mouthing the words, "I'll be right back." to everyone.
"Stiles-" You managed to interrupt the words flying out of his mouth, "I can't understand a word you're saying, please talk slower." You heard him sigh on the other end, "Something happened, and I need you to listen closely."
You held the phone close to your ear as you proceeded to walk into the bathroom in order to find some privacy. "Okay, I'm listening," You said, concerningly.
"There's something up with Tracy..." His voice trailed off, telling you he didn't know what to say, or how to say it. "She's a Kanima, and she broke out of the clinic." Your mouth dropped to the floor at his words.
"Are you okay? What happened?" You had a million questions, just not sure which ones to ask first.
"Besides being paralyzed by the venom, we're okay. But it's you guys we're worried about." His voice shook, only making your hands tremble at the nerves building up in your body, "She passed through the mountain ash, and we're positive she's coming for Lydia's mom."
Right as he got his words out, a scream erupted from the lobby of the Sheriff's office, making you almost drop your phone. "Stiles-" Your voice shook, "Stiles I have to go!" You yelled into the phone.
You could hear Stile's voice yell for you not the hang up the phone, but you ignored him, slipping it into the back pocket of your jeans. You rushed to th door, swinging it open to reveal just what Stiles described to you.
You made eye contact with Tracy who let out a loud roar, swinging her tail into the side of a Sheriff who was trying to run away. Your heart raced, not sure what to do, and before you could even process one thought, you were grabbed and pushing into Sheriff Stilinski's office.
"Stay here. Don't come out." Perrish said firmly, turning is attention back to Tracy who was wrecking havoc in the station. You watched from the window as Kira pulled out her sword, fighting against the raging Tracy while other officer's pulled their guns out.
It all seemed to happen in a matter of seconds, Tracy arriving, then her wiping everyone out, including both Kira and Lydia. You watched as everyone laid helpless on the floor, and for a moment you had no idea what to do, but something in the back of your mind told you to do something, anything.
You turned you back to everything going on the other side of the door, scavenging through Sheriff's office trying to find and object you could use to fight with. You picked up a pistol you found in the drawer of Sherrif's office and proceeding to run to the office door and out into the lobby.
Tracy's roar vibrated through the air when she made eye contact with you, and without thinking, you held up the gun pulled the trigger, hoping whatever aim you had, it would be the right one. Before you could see whether or not the bullet hit her, Tracy's large tail swung into your side, flinging you across the room, making body smash into a wall, knocking all of the oxygen out of your lungs.
When you opened your eyes, you saw a familiar face that seemed to take away your excruciating pain for just a couple of seconds. Liam held you in his arms, his mouth moving but you could barely hear the words coming from it
"She losing too much blood!" He yelled at someone.
You tried to say something, but right as you moved your lips his head snapped back to your attention, telling you not to speak.
Liam picked you up from the ground, making you whimper the pain sent shock waves throughout your body. You saw Scott turn to him as he yelled at him to hurry. Your head rested on Liam's lap in the back seat of Stiles's jeep with Scott in the front, driving way over the speed limit.
What felt like a matter of minutes, you were placed on the steel table in the center of the vet clinic, Deaton looking at the large wound that cut deep into your flesh. Scott stood beside him watching him like a hawk with him arms crossed, along with Liam who couldn't seem to stop moving. You looked at him every time your eyes opened, wanting to say something but the pain that suffocated your lungs prevented you from doing so.
After staring at your wound for a mere second, Deaton shook his head, a sad look washing over his face. By the pale color Liam's face turned to, you knew exactly what he meant.
"We can't let her die!" He screamed, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"There nothing we can do, Liam." Deaton said in a calm, sad voice, "She's lost too much blood."
Scott closed his eyes like he was debating something in his mind. "Actually, there is." His words stunned Liam for a moment.
"Scott.. are you sure?" Deaton's voice trailed off, showing that he knew exactly what Scott's plan was.
"It's the only way." He walked up to you, looking down into your half-open eyes. "She can survive this, I'm positive."
Scott's eyes turned a vibrant red as picked up your wrist. He took a deep breath before sinking his sharp fangs into your cold flesh, the sound your own scream ripping through your throat being the last thing you heard before darkness flooded over you.