Attraction | Theo Raeken

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"What do you mean 'the body's gone'?" I ask Stiles wide-eyed. 

But I get no answer. He's just standing there rubbing his chin with his pointer and thumb. A nervous yet horrified expression clearly written on his face.

"STILES!" 

My scream accomplishes to pull him out of his thoughts and he finally recovers his voice to answer me.

"Like I've already told you. He's gone. Donovan. The blood. I-It looks like it has never happened."
Beside me I can hear him taking a deep breath. 
"I-I murdered him... It's my fault he's dead."

"FUCK!" He screams while slamming his fist hard against the steering wheel of his jeep which causes me to shrink back. 

"Stop it. You only gonna hurt yourself." I say while taking his hands in mine. With a bit concentration, black lines appear on my hands, wandering upwards my arms. An indication for Stiles' taken pain.
"Better?" 

He nods oh so slightly but enough for me to take the hint. 

With his hands still in mine I continue to speak.

"What happened in there... it was self defense. You know that right? And even if it wasn't -" Stiles' head snaps into my direction in a matter of seconds that he could literally compete with me and my wolf speed so I quickly continue.
"- purely theoretical of course, I would be just as responsible for ... his death ... as you."

"Show me your eyes." Stiles demands.

"You just look into them." I answer confused.

"Your other eyes." 

Not really knowing what he has in mind, I close my eyes just for a second to open them again. My chocolate brown eyes are replaced by amber glowing ones. 

"That's what I thought. They're still amber colored. Not blue."

"To hell with amber or blue. I don't care what color my eyes are as long as I know that I had no other chance than defend myself or you." I say while the bright color is slowly fading to its original brown. "And you should do that as well." 

"Hmm." He grumbles while tapping his thump against the starring wheel.

"I think we should go home." I suggest while grabbing the handle in order to open the door. 

"Wait." Now it's Stiles' turn to take my hand.
"W-We can't tell anyone. A-At least not yet."

"I didn't mean to." 

"Okay." He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. 

I open the passenger door and step outside. Because of the chilly wind, I just now realize again that I'm still wearing Stiles' flannel shirt ... and only that. 

"Um.. you get it back someday." I say, cracking a little smile. "Now, go home. And you can always talk to me ... just wanna let you know that." 

I close the car door and sprint as fast as I can towards my car and hop inside. 
The first thing I do is check my phone. Old habits die hard, I guess. 

But more importantly, I got at least 15 notifications. Liam, Scott, Mason .. I got several messages from all of them but the content is pretty much the same. 
'Where are you?' ; 'We need your help' ; 'Come to Sinema' and the icing on the cake: 'It's fixed pretty good, I think'. 

Well thank god, I think it's safe to say that I've been through enough shit for one day. 

I make my way home and slump into my bed face first, not caring about my clothes .. or more like Stiles'. I will wash it one way or another, so what he doesn't know can't hurt him. 

I can feel my eyelids getting heavy but before I properly doze off, something sneaks back into my my mind. 

I sit up straight again and fumble in my left sleeve in order to find the one and only evidence we probably have in this case. Grabbing it between my fingers, I pull it out. 

Theo's library card. 

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Long time without an update. :( 
But my computer is broken and I had to wait till I got a new one. And I just hate to update via phone because it takes me a lifetime.
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