Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Maid of Gevaudan Part 1

Liam had an arm over my shoulders and Stiles' as we dragged him into the school. Hayden ran in front of us, occasionally glancing back to see that we were still following. I needed to get Liam to safety, and right now, the best place for that was a closed room where he could heal from the Beast's attack.

Hayden held the door to the school open for us to walk through, and Liam stumbled, which caused Stiles to stumble. I swear that boy has two left feet. I grunted quietly, trying to keep both boys upright now, and Stiles mumbled an apology.

A crowd of screaming people ran out from behind the corner that we were about to turn down, pushing us back a little. I forced Liam closer to Stiles, hoping that a compact group would cause him less pain. There was growling coming from somewhere, echoing off the halls and the crowd cleared, still screaming frantically.

"Y/N, what do we do?!" Hayden cried. I looked around before gesturing for her to get the door to the classroom on the left. She instantly opened the door for us as Liam's legs gave out. Hayden closed the door, Liam screaming in pain as Stiles let go of him to shove everything off the teacher's desk.

I helped Liam lay back on the desk and was by his side in a heartbeat. His hand crushed mine as he yelled painfully, and I wiped sweaty, matted hair from his forehead. Hayden called his name, worry etched into it.

"I'm okay," he grunted, sounding so far from okay. His neck was cut on the side and it was pretty deep. There was blood everywhere and it seemed like I was feeling everything he was. As if I were the one cut by the Beast.

"Get the shirt open," I groaned, hoping I sounded like I was in less pain than I was. Liam and Hayden immediately started pulling back pieces of Liam's jersey to reveal another deep gash on his chest. Stiles made a gagging sound as Hayden covered her mouth.

"What?" Liam panted. "Is it bad?"

"No," I lied.

"Very," Stiles said at the same time. We looked at each other and I pursed my lips at him, silently telling him to shut the hell up.

"Liam, you're gunna be just fine. Okay, you'll heal," I said, hovering my free hand over the wound. How was I going to fix this? Liam coughed, the sound wheezing awfully.

"Okay, what do you guys usually do when this happens?" Hayden asked, staring down at her boyfriend with fear.

"Oh, I usually pass out," Stiles said seriously. "And I still might do that, I think..."

My free hand darted out, gripping his shirt to pull him close to me as I stared into his eyes. "Stiles Stilinski, if you pass out on me, you won't see me naked for a month, you understand?"

He stared at me for a second, assessing if I was serious. "Got it. I'm totally good. I feel fine." I released his shirt, returning my attention to Liam. I pulled more of Liam's shirt away, and Stiles' eyes started to droop and roll. I yelled his name and he jumped back up, alert. "I'm good. Okay, okay. Scott did this with pain."

"He's got enough pain," I interrupted, mumbling to myself. "I have to take it away. I have to take it." I switched my hold on Liam so I was holding his forearm and closed my eyes. The room got quiet except for Liam's groans of pain, and I focused on taking every ounce of his pain away even though I could already feel it.

The pain magnified by ten when I felt his agony shoot into my veins. I squeaked lightly, trying to hold back any sounds that would make Stiles stop me. I could take it. It felt like my own chest was splitting open from the Beast's claws. My arms were shaking as I focused through the pain.

Stiles called my name, but I ignored him. Until, of course, he grabbed my arm. It stopped the flow of Liam's pain into me, but I knew Liam was still in a significant amount of pain. "Y/N, stop. You're imprinted. You don't take Liam's pain; you take his injuries."

"I don't care. I'll heal faster than him." Liam thrashed on the desk as I continued, but Stiles started to pull my arm away from Liam as the cuts in my chest began to deepen. I realized that I was the one who was screaming now. As the gashes on my body deepened, the ones on Liam healed, and the blood drenched Kira's jersey. Hopefully, she wouldn't be too mad at me.

Stiles started yanking on my arm, and I shoved him away, willing to endure anything if it meant Liam wouldn't be hurting.

"Y/N, stop," Liam breathed, his chest almost completely sealed.

"No." I felt his hand release mine like he was trying to get away from me. Stiles' hands were back on me in a second. The skin on my neck started to split as if someone were sliding a scalpel down it. I screamed at the searing pain it caused, and the sound was mixed with the yells of Stiles and Liam and the cries of Hayden, all begging me to stop.

Finally, Stiles was able to yank me away, both of us falling back on the floor. My chest heaved as I tried to work through the agony I was feeling. Hayden ducked down to give Liam a gentle 'I'm glad you're not dead' kiss while Stiles pulled me into his arms.

I wasn't sure how long it would take me to heal, but my chest was already starting to seal, the blood clotting itself. Stiles ran his hand down the side of my face, which was contorted in pain, no doubt. He was saddened, unsure of what to do as I shook in his arms. Then, suddenly, his lips were on mine, forcing me back to the present.

With his lips to focus on instead of the shooting of my nerves, it seemed like my body started to heal even faster. I slid my hand onto his cheek, pulling his face closer so I could deepen the kiss. He complied, giving me what I needed even though it was clear he was angry with me. I could taste his anger almost as much as I could taste his love.

When he pulled away, my eyes opened slowly to see him staring down at me, tucking hair behind my ear. "I love you, but I can't stand you right now," he said quietly. I wasn't completely sure that he meant it, but I worked up to my feet anyway, helping him up afterwards. My chest, though sore, felt to be healing nicely. In fact, I was willing to bet that the wounds were almost closed. That was surprising because I'd never healed that fast ever. I didn't know what caused it, but I appreciated it nonetheless.

"Don't be mad at me," I said. "I'm almost healed. Look." I made a move to lift my shirt, and Stiles automatically stopped my movements, hugging his arms around me and looking at Liam and Hayden like they were peeping toms.

"Baby," Stiles sighed. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, pushing him away.

"Fine. I guess you'll just have to believe me then."

"You took my wounds," Liam said, sitting up. His chest was a little pink but was free of broken flesh. His neck, on the other hand, was still trying to heal. I should've taken that, too, but he seemed to be handling it fine.

"I, uh...guess I did," I mumbled uncomfortably.

"I didn't know you could do that."

"Yeah, me either..." Our eyes locked in a moment that neither of us understood, but it felt like something just clicked. Before, it was like there was always that small chance that what Liam and I had could fade, but it seemed like whatever I had just done had sealed it for good. I wasn't sure if Liam was thinking the same thing, but I was inwardly freaking out about it.

Stiles outwardly freaked out, stepping between us slightly. "Alright, that's all good and well, but what are we going to do about the massive werewolf trying to kill everyone?!"

I shook my head, unsure of what we even could do. I could find a way to lure it away from the school, but my brain told me that would be a plan nobody would allow me to do. I was in the midst of thinking up an alternative plan when I heard Scott's roar. From the sounds of it, he was fighting or about to fight the Beast, and if he was already fighting it, I was sure he was losing.