Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Ouroboros Part 1

I went inside, grabbing the fire extinguisher, then I put out the small fire that was dwindling down on the rocks. Stiles had moved to sit on the sidewalk, his arms wrapped around his knees. His face was still covered in my blood, and I wanted to clean him off, but I knew if I did, I would want to kiss him again. Not that I didn't want to now, but the urge was easier to resist when I wasn't face-to-face with him.

Instead of avoiding awkward eye contact, I busied myself with trying to flip Stiles' jeep back into its wheels. Stiles watched me as I turned it onto its side carefully, then turned it once more. I'm making it sound easy, and hopefully I made it look easy, but it was kind of a bitch to do.

My cheekbone had most likely fractured from the punch Parrish laid on me, but by the time I finished getting the car back, the bones and bruises had healed. I looked at Stiles, who hadn't blinked or moved in the last five minutes.

"I should take you to the hospital. You inhaled a lot of smoke," I said, staying by the jeep to resist more urges. He sighed, standing up quickly.

"I'm fine." He looked at his jeep, groaning at the sight. Yeah, this would take a while to fix. The one thing that seemed fine though was his police radio because it spoke. There was a suspect in 1-8-7 that was taken into custody. Now, they were en route to the station. What I didn't expect was for the scanner to say that the suspect's name was Kira Yukimura.

Stiles and I stared at the radio. Thanks to him, I knew a lot of police lingo. A 1-8-7 is code for homicide.

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Scott walked in the room, and I could instantly taste the worry on him. He'd just come from talking to Kira at the station. He was really worried judging by the fact that I could still taste it even through the emotions running through Stiles and I. Mainly guilt. Malia was here, standing next to Stiles without a single clue as to what we'd done. I couldn't look her in the eyes anymore, so I didn't stay in the room with them. Theo was there, too, but eh. And Lydia. I wasn't sure how she could stand to be in the same room as Theo, but I guess not everyone had the same aversion to him that I did.

Mason had come to us with his boyfriend Corey, one of the Chimeras. So I was with them up in Scott's room. Corey sat on Scott's bed, reading a copy of the Dread Doctors to elicit his vision that would hopefully tell us where Liam and Hayden were. The two had been captured that night at the school while I was making out with Stiles. Yes, I felt incredibly guilty about it. But I also knew if I had been there, there would've been nothing I could've done to stop it.

Mason couldn't keep still, and I was still as a rock, sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. I couldn't stop listening to Stiles talk. His voice filled something inside of me that nothing else seemed to fill.

"Anything yet?" Mason asked anxiously.

"Sorry, I'm only on chapter two. I'm kind of a slow reader," Corey replied.

"No, that's okay, Corey," Mason sighed like a lovesick animal. I stood, sensing Scott before I actually saw him. Something was wrong.

Scott sped through the door. "He's right. We don't have time for that anyway." He reared back his claws.

"No, Scott! Don't!" I yelled, but Scott had already plunged his alpha claws deep into Corey's brain stem. Corey's eyes rolled back into his head as Scott searched his mind. Mason tried to take a step, but I slapped my hand on his chest, keeping him back.

Malia, Stiles, Lydia and Theo entered the room, worry in their faces.

"Nobody touch anything," I demanded. "Don't get too close." Stiles stopped next to me, and I couldn't help but get a little distracted by his proximity.