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Chapter 22 - Part 2

Derek

Mom, Dad, Peter and Melissa McCall were the only ones in the living room. I had made sure that was how it was going to stay. Stiles didn't need anyone else causing trouble for him, especially since we had no idea what had happened.

Stiles, after hugging Melissa, sat on the couch, hesitantly.

That was when he noticed his injuries.

He was confused, frightened. He had no idea what had happened to him and, to be honest, even though we saw some of it, we all had no idea either. It was a mystery as to why.

Stiles started shaking. His entire body vibrating as he tried to keep himself calm, his eyes darting between us all as he tried to get someone, anyone, to talk.

It was down to me to tell him. I was his Alpha, I was the one responsible for him. I was the one that was supposed to protect him. It was my duty to explain to him what we had seen. What we had heard.

It was something not even Laura had been prepared for, let alone me.

FLASHBACK - Wednesday, July 4th 2012 - When Stiles Got Back to the House

Sitting in the living room, waiting for Stiles to get back, we were all pretty relaxed. Stiles hadn't called us; it hadn't got to the 'danger time', for us to start worrying. At that moment, everything was going fine.

Everyone was laughing and joking, acting just how a Pack should. I was thinking that, maybe, I was finally starting to do something right. That, maybe, I was finally becoming a better Alpha...

Then Stiles walked in the door.

The first thing to hit me, was the smell of blood. I knew the other wolves could smell it too, even my family could! Mom, Dad, Peter, Grace, Janice, Cora and Laura were all in the room seconds after Stiles had shut the front door.

Stiles walked round the corner.

His eyes were swelling.

His jaw was badly bruised, yet he was smiling.

His knuckles were bloodied.

His shirt was ripped, his stomach dripping with blood from the claw wounds there.

He looked predatory. He had this, almost, deadly gleam in his eyes that I had never seen on him before. On a rogue wolf, yes, but never on Stiles or anyone like him. It made him look like a monster; like something inhuman. All Stiles did was place the bags he was carrying onto the coffee table, chuckling as he said that the food was here.

For moments, it was silent.

Then everybody was yelling at once - asking if he was alright, demanding to know what had happened...

Everyone was scared of the look on his face.

Stiles just sat down, starting to unpack the food and put them in piles for the right person. He wasn't answering any of us, not focused on any of us. I walked up to him, gently grabbing his hands, waiting until he was looking me in the eyes.

"Stiles. What happened?" I asked him, lowly.

The grin on his face dropped.

He looked dead, his eyes holding no life in them.

"Can I borrow your cell?" he asked, monotone. "Mine's in my pocket, I can't get it unless I stand up. By the pain in my legs, I don't think I can."

Sighing, I handed him my phone, hoping to God it would at least get us some answers!

And it did.

Stiles dialled 911 - we thought it was for him! Then he started speaking to the operator.

"Yeah, hi, there are three unconscious teens outside the Chinese place, next to the Starbucks in town." Stiles said, frowning as he got the reply. "I was jumped. Obviously I defended myself."

With that, he hung up, handing my phone back to me. He ran his hands over his head, muttering about a headache. He tried to stand up then, mumbling something about taking care of his wounds... Erica got him to stay put, placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.

I couldn't remember a time I had seen them all so worried - even Jackson and Boyd.

"We should get you to a hospital." I sighed. "I don't know how you even managed to walk all the way here."

Stiles just started freaking out.

His eyes went wide, shaking his head rapidly. Spots of blood flew from his head and jaw, the boy chanting over and over how he didn't want to go to the hospital, just please, no hospital...

He didn't stop until Scott intervened, rushing to his side and saying he would call his Mom.

It grounded Stiles, knowing a familiar face was going to be showing up. But then he started feeling around his wounds, poking and prodding himself.

"Nothing's broken. Just a sprained wrist." he told Scott, sounding so mechanical and distant. "I don't need stitches - Octavian's claws didn't go deep, just a scratch really. The worst is probably my jaw and knuckles, to be honest."

The fact that he was so calm about it, that he knew what he was looking for, hurt me. Grace looked like she was about to cry, Dad and Peter looked about ready to kill a bitch. Mom... Well, Mom was calm on the outside - on the inside, she was raging like Hell Fire.

I couldn't blame her.

"Wait, Octavian?" Erica frowned.

Stiles just ignored her

"Just so you know, I forgive you." Stiles said, turning to look at Isaac. "I understand why you turned into a dick when you first turned man - power is addictive."

Isaac just stared, wide eyed. His mouth kept opening and closing, not knowing what to say in reply to his peer. Honestly, none of us knew what to say to Stiles. What did Stiles mean he understood? How could he know such a thing?

"You should see the other guys." he smiled, turning to look at me.

"Bro, that's what you say when you lose." Scott chuckled, startled.

"Nah, you would've been proud."

(Short time skip)

Melissa arrived fifteen minutes after Scott called her. She didn't stop to say hello to anyone, just gave her son a quick hug before rushing towards Stiles. Her hands cupped his face as she looked him over, muttering to herself over and over.

She fussed over him, as if her was her own child. I suppose, in a way, that's how she felt about Stiles.

Stiles just laughed off her worrying, telling her he was fine. Melissa's eyes narrowed, flicking his nose lightly. It just made him laugh more.

"You are not fine, young man!" she rebuffed. "Now, I'm going to patch you up and, as I do, you better tell me what happened. I want answers and I'm not leaving without them."

Stiles, gradually, stopped laughing. He turned embarrassed, his face turning a light pink under the bruises and blood.

Before Melissa started to bandage him up, she got Scott to get a bowl of lukewarm water and a soft, dark face cloth. Cora helped, knowing Scott didn't know exactly where everything was kept in the house.

Only once Melissa had everything with her, starting to clean the blood off of Stiles, did he speak.

"When I was walking back, I saw Octavian and his little gang. I tried to walk away without them seeing me, but it didn't work. So, they started beating on me, Octavian started being a creep - nothing out of the ordinary for them." Stiles sighed. "Instead of being scared, I just got mad. Then Octavian said something bad. I was so pissed! So I hit him. He didn't take too kindly to that, none of them did. So I started to fight them all."

His eyes were distant, unfocused, as he spoke. He was so passive. I just couldn't understand it.

"I don't really know where it came from, all the rage and strength. I mean, I took out three Supernaturals. It would have been five, but two of them ran away after I took Owen down. It was pathetic really." Stiles explained.

"What did they say that got you so worked up?" Allison frowned.

"They started saying shit about you all."

Everyone froze. Even Melissa.

"People can say or do whatever they want about me, I don't care. But, if they turn on people close to me, then I have to do something." Stiles admitted, yawning as Melissa finished up with him. "I'm tired."

The moment Melissa moved away from him, Stiles lay down on the couch, trying not to cause any more damage to his wounds. In seconds, he was asleep.

Everyone just stared at him, not knowing how to react. He had defended us all, just like a member of a Pack would. I felt warm at the thought - Stiles truly being part of my Pack, calling me his Alpha.

(The next day)

Stiles was still acting strangely. He wasn't himself, just like the night before. He was healing quicker than usual, though he was, in fact, still healing. He seemed confused that everyone was helping him out - helping him stand, sometimes helping him walk, passing him things - even though he insisted he felt better. To be honest, even I was surprised with the reactions of my Pack. I suppose, what Stiles had said the night before, had really resonated with them all.

We were all outside the front of the house, just after lunch. Whilst some, like Stiles, took to sitting on the porch, others took to training. It was a nice day, the sun hanging high and the sky a crystal blue. Not that all of us were relaxing and enjoying the day. I could tell that Mom, like me, was wondering what had happened. We couldn't get it off of our minds, what he said and how he looked just going around and around.

I tried not to let my thoughts be too obvious. I didn't want to ruin such a rare, peaceful day for any of them. But I just couldn't let it go.

"I love the sun." Stiles sighed. "It always feels so nice."

That was when we heard it.

Instantly, every wolf tensed up, ready to pounce. One by one, we stood, staring off into the same part of the woods.

"What's going on?" Stiles frowned.

None of us moved.

"Trespasser." I growled.

"Really? How many?" he asked.

"One. I can't tell what it is."

They were getting closer and closer, slightly stumbling as they made their way through the maze of trees. They weren't far from the house; they knew where we were and they were following our scents.

"Well, maybe it's not a threat. Just wait." Stiles shrugged.

There was something about the way he spoke, something in his tone, that made us do just that.

Smiling a little, Stiles laid back on the porch, shutting his eyes against the glare of the sun, starting to hum 'You Are My Sunshine'. He seemed so relaxed, I couldn't understand it. Even his heart rate stayed steady, his scent staying just as calm.

This was when the trespasser made himself known.

I recognised Octavian the moment I saw him - how could I forget the face of the kid that tried to force himself onto Stiles? I wanted to charge at him, to rip him limb from limb for everything he had done, for everything he had tried to do to Stiles. I could feel my wolf rising to the surface, pacing in my mind as he waited to pounce. I felt the red seep into my eyes.

But Stiles stopped me.

Stiles jumped up, grinning wildly, just like he had when he came back the night before. The grin was all teeth, looking far more feral than any human... The look sent chills down my spine.

With a slightly spring in his step, Stiles walked straight to Octavian, all of us following with only a short space between us and him. The moment Stiles was close to him, Octavian spat, his eye swollen and ribs tightly bound.

"Tut, tut, tut. You forgot your manners." Stiles tusked, his grin widening. "Such a bad little boy.

Octavian pulled out a gun.

It came from his waistband, hidden under his shirt. And Stiles didn't even flinch.

"Call off the dogs." Octavian growled.

Shrugging, Stiles did just that. He told us to back up, saying he was fine. He just carried on smiling.

"You know, I would love you kick your ass again, but I don't have any badass music." Stiles laughed. "And they all know how much I love my badass music, right Der?"

Glancing over his shoulder, Stiles looked straight at me. He smiled with the same innocence as a five year old, as if everything was made of rainbows and sprinkles. He stayed like that only for a second or two, before he turned back to face Octavian, starting to circle him slowly.

"Octavian, Octavian, Octavian. How you've let yourself go." Stiles tusked. "I mean, your practically black and blue, all at the hands of a human."

As Stiles paced around him, Octavian tried to keep the gun trained on him. As Stiles kept moving, Octavian grew more and more antsy, his hands shaking as they tightened on the gun.

"STOP MOVING!" the gun wielding teen yelled, his heart racing.

And he did.

Stiles froze mid-step. He placed his hands in the air, his smile nd the look in his eyes growing darker.

"Come on Octavian, do it. Pull the trigger." Stiles chuckled, taking a step closer with each word. "But, remember, you only get one shot."

I couldn't understand what Stiles was doing; I couldn't understand what he was thinking. Octavian would shoot him!

But his smile was gone, leaving nothing by the darkness in his eyes. His chest was pressed tight to the barrel of the gun and, before I could do so much as even blink, Octavian pulled the trigger.

There was no explosion.

Quickly, Stiles, flipped Octavian over his shoulder, a move he had seen Scott use in training. Octavian's arm broke with a crunch, the scream causing the smile to reappear on Stiles' face. With Octavian laying face down on the ground, Stiles leapt to the side and grabbed the gun from where it had fallen.

"Don't fuck with a kid whose dad was a Sheriff." Stiles chuckled. "If you want to kill someone, turn off the safety. Guess you've been bested again by the human bastard."

The moment Octavian tried to get up, Stiles gave a few harsh, swift kicks to his abdomen. One kick sent Octavian onto his back... Immediately, Stiles pounced. He was on top of Octavian, clawing at the boy on the ground, pounding his fists on his face and chest.

He looked so predatory, so powerful, so angry...

"I never understood why you all called me a bastard." Stiles told the boy on the ground. "Because, a bastard implies a child being born when their parents aren't married."

Octavian managed to throw Stiles off of him, rolling slightly to sit up. Stiles just went with it, managing to break the fall easily. He quickly walked towards him again, breaking Octavian's leg, laughing manically when another cry was pulled from him, tears flowing down his face.

"When, in fact, my mom and dad were happily married." Stiles continued. "If they weren't dead, they'd still be with me; would still love me. The only reason you're in that hell hole is because no one loves you."

Another kick to Octavian's ribs.

Another punch.

"And it's no wonder why. You put me through hell!" Stiles spat, bending down until he was face to face with Octavian, grinning at the flinch he got when he patted his face. "And, if you had just been nice to me, we could have been friends. But, no. I'm just the bastard. The back door bandit. The fag. The human. Well asshole, I am human and I'm fucking awesome! A human too you down; a human beat three of you to the ground; a human is better than you."

I almost wished Stiles had been yelling. He was speaking so calmly that it was unnerving. I wanted to stop Stiles, had wanted to since he had walked up to Octavian. But, no matter what I wanted, it was almost as if Stiles had to do it. I could almost understand. It was like when I killed that Alpha going after my family, in turn becoming one myself. I needed to do that, just like Stiles needed to do this.

That was the only reason I held back.

Stiles turned slightly, looking towards us all out of the corner of his eyes.

"Have you heard about all those animal attacks, Derek?" Stiles asked, innocently. "So many kills; looks painful."

Octavian spat blood out of his mouth, glaring at the boy crouching in front of him, trying to act tougher than he actually was. It was pitiful. I almost felt sorry for the kid.

"What, you goin to get your dogs to kill me, Kitten." he sneered, smirking on his last word.

A collective growl came from all of us, watching as Stiles just smiled that same manic smile.

"Oh, hon... They're only there to make it look like an animal attack. I'll be sure to give you the fatal blow." Stiles chuckled, darkly. "And it won't be quick, what with all the fun things I read. Did you know, you can break a jaw using an elbow? Huh, Lydia? The things you read. I know from experience. Did you know, there's a spot on you back I can his that won't allow you to move, but feel everything. God, books are just so fascinating."

Slowly, Stiles stood up, turning his back on the healing creature on the ground.

"But, trust me: come back on my Pack's property again , you'll wish I released the wolves because, when I'm done, you won't ever be the same. You'll wish you were dead." Stiles growled, lowly. "Now go."

Octavian bolted, hobbling slightly from his still setting leg, but moving as fast as possible. We all watched him go; watched as he disappeared into the trees.

That was when Stiles' breathing changed.

Snapping my head towards him, I noted his glassy eyes. He was shaking, his breathing heavy, his heartbeat erratic. I was only just able to catch him as he started to fall to the ground.

END OF FLASHBACK - Back to: Friday, July 6th 2012

Everything went silent the moment I had stopped speaking. Stiles sat there on the couch, eyes wide and shaking, looking as if he was about to burst out crying.

All I could think was that at least we could tell it was really him.

"We're all going to keep an eye on you, just in case it happens again." I told him. "We don't know what's going on."

"I'm going to look into it, see if there's a medical reason for this." Melissa tried to sooth.

"We're going to look to see if there's a supernatural reason." Peter added. "You are not alone in this.

Stiles

Oh God, I'm a monster.

They hate me.

They're going to get rid of me.

They're going to send me back!

That was all I could think. I just stared into nothingness, those thoughts circling in my head. What else was I supposed to think? How else had I managed to beat up Octavian?! I just didn't make sense!

I was scared.

I didn't know what was happening to me.

I hadn't realised anyone was speaking until a hand was placed on my shoulder. I jolted fiercely, noticing quickly that Derek and I were now alone in the living room. I didn't know where the others had gone. I didn't know if they were close by. At that moment, none of that mattered to me.

Derek sat to my left, his hand still resting lightly on my shoulder. He was frowning slightly, concerned.

Why was he concerned?

"I'm not taking you back, Stiles." Derek told me, firmly. "This wasn't your fault."

"H-How do you know that?" I whispered, my throat still raw.

"You weren't yourself. Anyone could see that. It wasn't you that did any of that."

He believed it. Derek believed in everything he was saying. I couldn't understand how he could be so sure.

"So, what? Are you saying I have multiple personalities, or something?" I scoffed.

"No. I'm not saying that." Derek smiled. "I'm just saying it wasn't you. You're not bad Stiles. You wouldn't do that to anyone, I know you wouldn't. You're one of the kindest people I know."

Derek's hand moved from my shoulder, wrapping his arm around me. He pulled me close to his side, holding me tightly yet gently.

"I know it wasn't you." he whispered.

And, strangely, I almost believed him.

It wasn't long before I was back upstairs, lying in bed. Looking into everyone's eyes, knowing what they had seen me do and heard me say... It was all too much for me. I couldn't stand it, couldn't stand not knowing what they were thinking!

I couldn't stay there with them.

I have my cell in my hand, staring at the contact I had brought up, debating on whether or not I should call. Uncle Gabe always said I should only text, never call. He said he never knew if it would be safe for me to call.

But, surely, there could be an exception.

Before I could change my mind, yet again, I pressed to call him, lifting the phone to my ear.

Ring, ring...

Ring, ring...

Ring, ring...

The noise kept droning on, taunting me.

I thought he would never pick up.

Just when I thought it would go to answer phone, however:

"Stiles? Is that you?" Uncle Gabe asked through the speaker.

"Y-Yeah. It's me." I stuttered, my stomach twisting into knots.

"Stiles, what have I told you about calling?"

Sighing, I bit my lip, wondering if I had made the wrong decision.

"I-I know, but..." I whispered. "Something bad happened.

Silence.

There was no sound on his end of the phone.

I thought he was gone; I thought he wasn't listening anymore.

"Tell me everything." Uncle Gabe said, his voice soft and soothing.

I told him everything.

I repeated everything Derek had told me; told him how I had blacked out for just under forty eight hours and remembered nothing.

I cried.

I sobbed as I spoke, my words almost incomprehensible, yet Uncle Gabe could still understand.

He was there the entire time, listening to me; comforting me.

"Stiles, I'll be there as soon as I can, ok?" Uncle Gabe said, once I had finished speaking. "I just need to grab the other one and I'll be there soon."

"Ok." I whispered.

"Hey, I love you, Kiddo. Remember that."

"Love you too."

With that, he hung up.

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