'Teen Wolf' Imagines

Nightmares (Theo X Reader)

Warning: Reader being attacked.

Author's Note: From now on, all Theo and Cody imagines will be in my "Theo Raeken & Cody Christian Imagines" Book. Be sure to add the book to your library to new imagines.

I couldn't sleep as I rolled over to my side and looked at the boy sound asleep next to me. The moonlight beamed through my bedroom window and over his beautiful face. I still found it hard to believe Theo was back. My little brother and his girlfriend decided to bring him back from hell tonight, thinking Theo could help us with The Ghost Riders.

I had no idea what Liam and Hayden were up to. I was in Canaan with Scott, Lydia, and Malia most of the day. When we came back, Theo was standing in the middle of Scott's kitchen covered in dirt. It wasn't easy fighting Malia back from hurting Theo. Nor was it was easy to help Liam convince Scott that sending Theo back would be a mistake because Theo could help save everyone and bring Stiles back with his knowledge about The Wild Hunt and The Ghost Riders.

After everyone cooled off and agreed to let Theo stay, I took him back to my house to clean up and spend the night. I had just gotten him back after three months of thinking I'd had lost him forever. I wasn't about to let him go again. I'd do anything to keep him here with me.

Theo was in a deep sleep as his chest rose and fell at an even pace, a light snore coming from the back of his throat every now and then. He looked so tired with the dark circles underneath his eyes and the hard lines across his forehead. I couldn't imagine what Theo had been through and as much as I wanted him to tell me, I didn't want him to explain it to me on his first night back.

Theo began to stir as his breathing quickened. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he shook his head. "No," he whispered. "Please... don't...no..."

"Theo?" I whispered back, slightly nudging his shoulder. "Babe?"

"Tara, don't!" Theo whispered a little louder than before, as tears began sliding down from the corner of his closed eyes.

My eyes widened, realizing Theo was dreaming about being back in hell with his dead sister. I squeezed his shoulder and shook him hard. "Theo, baby. Wake up. It's just a dream." He wouldn't budge. He kept whispering her name and shaking his head. I straddled his waist, my knees beside his hips as I leaned down and held his face. I slightly yet gently slapped his cheek. "Theo! Wake up!"

Theo's eyes flew open as his hand wrapped around my neck, his claws piercing through my skin. A gasp escaped from the back of my throat as my hands grapped Theo's hand on my neck, trying to pry it off. Something warm and thick slid down my neck, making me believe it was my blood.

"Theo," I gasped. His electric yellow eyes glowed in my dark room as his claws dug deeper into my neck.

"You can't kill me, Tara," Theo gritted between his sharp teeth. "You can't have my heart."

"No," I gasped as I realized he was still in his dream, in some sort of trance, and I had no idea how to pull him out of it.

I swallowed hard, which hurt like hell, and braced myself for what I was about to do. Pushing the thought of the pain that was about to come, I yelled as loud as I could. "LIAMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Tears prickled down my cheeks as the pain from yelling coursed through my neck and spread down my body.

Within seconds my bedroom door flung open, followed by Liam shifting and lunging towards Theo in full werewolf form. The last thing I remembered was feeling Theo's claws digging across my neck before everything faded to black.

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It has been three days since Theo's first night back home. It's also been three days since I've been in the hospital, and it's been three days since I last saw Theo before he ripped my throat out. I know it was an accident. He didn't know what he was going. It wasn't his fault, and truthfully, Liam lunging at him with his hand still piercing through my neck didn't help either, but the look he had in his eyes terrified me. His eyes were filled with rage and hatred. He was so set on killing his sister again with no mercy and in cold blood. The look Theo gave me, or rather Tara, was something I knew I'd be haunted with in my nightmares for a while.