Bitten

Chapter 18

I drove Roscoe to my house with Theo in the passenger seat. "Did you seriously have to chain me up and handcuff me to the jeep like some psychopath?" Theo asked looking down at the chains and cuffs. "Can never be too cautious. Plus...this is for my benefit." I said shooting a glance over to him. "Seriously?" He asked looking at me. "Relax...they're coming off when we reach the house...geez." I said rolling my eyes. "Then start driving already." "What?" I asked confused. We weren't going anywhere. "Helps if you start the car." Theo said. I started the car and drove home. "Why didn't you knock me out? I thought you hated me?" "No, no. I want to spend some quality time with you." I said sarcastically turning my head towards him with a deadpan look. Theo chuckled. "How are you and your friends going to help me?" "The same way they helped me before. Do everything we can and hope that you don't die." "Thanks....that makes me feel better." Theo said. "Glad I could help." I said slapping his back hard. He winced. "Was that necessary?" "Oh...I just did that for my amusement. I really don't like you. In fact....If I wasn't trying to help you right now...I would have already killed you." "I would watch what you say to me or I'll say something to Scott about about the little incident with the carjacker." He said threateningly. "How did you know about that?" "Venom told me. He also told me where you hid the body. You know I can still smell the man's blood all over you. It won't take long for Scott and the others to find out too." Theo said looking at me and smiling smugly. "I didn't want to murder him. I couldn't stop. I just felt so much anger and pain after founding out about my ex-girlfriend dating my friend behind my back." "I get it...I do. It was self-defense." "At some point it's not self-defense but murder." "Did you feel guilty when you killed him?" "No...one word....good. Inside the back of my mind...I actually wanted to kill the man." Theo just nodded. "Stiles...wanting someone dead and being glad someone is dead...are two different things." Theo said. I sighed.

I stopped the jeep a few blocks away from the house to talk to Theo more. "Why'd you stop?" He asked. "You can't tell anyone about the carjacker." I said looking at him. "You're afraid...I can see it in your eyes." "Obviously I'm afraid. I'm afraid of what I'll lose if I tell them." I said rubbing the back of my neck. "Lose what?" "I'm afraid I'll lose my best friend...I'm afraid I'll lose Scott." I said drumming the steering wheel with my fingertips. "I promise I won't tell them. I want to be in the pack...you have to believe me. This Venom guy is making me do horrible things." Theo said. "I know the feeling all too well." I said staring out the windshield. "I have to warn you....Venom....has friends...the supernatural kind...from Beacon Hills. After you defeated Vulture, Venom took a little field trip to Beacon Hills." "What?" "He made some rather unlikable friends." "Who?" "An Alpha werewolf, a chimera, three supernatural doctors, and a thing called the 'Beast'." "That sounds....terrifying." I stated starting the jeep again and reaching the house.

I took the chains off Theo along with the cuffs and headed to the front door. I unlocked the door. "You should probably stay back for a minute." "Why?" "Malia might try to rip your head off the first second she sees you." "How lovely...good friends." "I try my best to find the good ones." I said with smirk. I opened the door and walked in. "Stiles! Are you okay?! You've been gone for like 9 hours!" Scott exclaimed. "I'm fine....for now anyways. I brought a friend....of some sort. I'm doing everything in my power to not kill him. This is the only time I'm trusting him." "You didn't." Peter said deadpanned standing up from the sofa. I stepped out of the way of the door and Theo walked in. Scott grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. Scott morphed into his Alpha werewolf form. His glowing red eyes. Theo's eyes consequently glowed their ice blue color. Scott let go of him confused. "What the hell? You're a werewolf?" "I am...and I don't blame you for trying to kill me...but you have to believe me. I'm not a bad person." Theo said rubbing his throat. "You killed Stiles' aunt!" Scott said grabbing Theo by his shirt and slamming him against the wall again causing cracks in the drywall. "Scott! Stop! ENOUGH!!" I screamed as I I grabbed Scott and threw him backwards. "Theo didn't kill May....Venom did. I brought him here to help him." "Why the hell do you want to help the guy who possibly killed your aunt?" Peter asked confused. "Theo wasn't the one who killed May...I mean yes...He killed her but he killed her the same way I killed Allison and Aiden." And the carjacker. "You're being controlled?" Derek asked. "Yeah...I absolutely hate it by the way." Theo said. "We are both losing a battle that is going on in our minds." I said. "I just came here to join the pack...I didn't intend on becoming bonded with this alien thing." Theo said. "That's all good and all but can I still punch him?" Malia asked. "No. Malia...no. I need him alive...okay? Alive not dead." I said grabbing her shoulders. "Fine. You are no fun at all today. You know that?" "I've noticed Malia." "What's that smell?" Scott asked. "What?" "It's blood." As if on cue...my shoulder started to hurt. "I'm going upstairs. Nobody try and kill Theo while I'm gone. Malia." "What? Fine....I can't even hurt him." "No..." "You are seriously not being any fun today. At all." Malia said crossing her arms and sitting down next to Derek. "I'll keep an eye on her." Derek said. I headed up the stairs slowly...the dull pain radiated around my body. I hissed silently. I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me; locking it. 

     I headed to the bathroom and looked at my right shoulder. There was a wound...it was bleeding. "When did that get there?" I asked confused. I shrugged which was a bad idea. The pain erupted in my shoulder and sent waves of pain up and down my arm. I shook my head and grimaced. I looked over the wound to see it was the knife wound I received I long time ago, from the carjacker. It should've healed long time ago. Why hasn't it? I bandaged up the wound and exited the bathroom and headed back downstairs.