Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me in any shape or form... I've decided to give y'all another quick update because shit is getting real and I love it lol so I hope you all enjoy :)

Stiles knew he fucked up.

When his dad disclosed to him about the connection between the murders and the fire, he should've told her. He realised that now. He should've just told her the truth and trusted her, rather than keeping it from her and betraying her.

But he didn't... and now she hated him.

"She doesn't hate you dude" Scott sighed, sitting next to him in the jeep as he drove him home after school, "she's just hurt. Give her a little time".

"She hates me" he said glumly, "I messed up Scott. I should've told her".

"She'll come around".

"What if she doesn't?"

Scott sighed, not having an answer to that.

"I just got her" he mumbled, "I can't lose her over this. I... I... I, y'know... I..."

"I know" Scott nodded, understanding what he was struggling to say, "I know you do".

He frowned, taking his eyes off the road for a couple of seconds to send his friend a surprised look, taken aback by his words.

"You do?"

"Of course I do" Scott smiled, "you've loved her since she said her first words to you".

"That obvious, huh?"

"She just needs some time" Scott reassured him, "it's her family. It must be a difficult thing to process".

"Yeah..." he agreed, pulling up outside Scott's house, "I should go speak to her again. Make this right".

Scott's eyebrows shot up in surprise, looking at Stiles like he was a madman.

"Uh... is that such a good idea?"

"What other choice do I have?" he asked in desperation, "if I don't, she's gone".

"She's pretty mad" Scott observed, "and when she gets mad, she gets scary".

"I'm more scared of losing her".

"Just... be careful" his friend advised, "you don't know how much Peter has gotten into her head".

"You think she's going to take his side?"

"I hope not but..." Scott trailed off, his gaze anxious and tense, "he is her dad. He's her family".

"He's not her dad" Stiles insisted, "not really. She knows that".

"I hope you're right. I don't think we can handle Peter by himself, but if she helps him… we'll lose".

"It won't come to that" he said, shaking his head, "I'll make sure of it. I promise".

Honestly, she should've expected Stiles to show up. He was stubborn like that, clearly not put off by her anger.

He knocked at her motel room door a few times, calling out her name but she ignored him. Sitting cross-legged on the bed with a joint in her hand. The only thing she knew that would maybe mellow her out before she ended up losing her head and causing irrevocable damage to her relationships.

"Kayla? Kaylz, come on, I know you're in there. Open up" he called out, knocking on the door again, "please?"

She momentarily closed her eyes, breathing in another hit. The smoke snaked its way through her lungs, but it didn't really have the desired effect anymore. She had been smoking weed since she was twelve years old, where once upon a time it made her loose and loopy and relaxed, only now she was almost immune to it. Just a slight calming feeling spreading through her veins.

"Kaylz? Please, open the door. We need to talk" he called out, choosing to move away from the door and rap his knuckles on the windows, trying to squint through the nets, "don't shut me out. I'm sorry, okay? I'm really, really sorry. Just talk to me, please. I… I miss you".

She missed him too… more than she cared to admit.

"I fucked up. I accept that" he shouted again, "I thought I was doing the right thing and I realise now I wasn't. You deserved to know".

She leaned over, snubbing the joint out in the ashtray, waving her hand through the cloud of smoke.

"Can I make this right?" he asked, "please?"

Against her better judgement, she stood up and made her way to the door, opening it and watching as Stiles flailed into her field of vision, an awkward half smile on his face.

"Heyyyy…" he said, seeming relieved she answered the door.

"What do you want?" she demanded, her voice sharp, no doubt cutting through him like a row of knives.

"I… I came here to apologise" he replied, "I want to make things right between us".

"Just go away" she sighed, "I don't want to see you".

His hand shot out to catch the door before she could slam it in his face, causing her to raise her eyebrows at the sheer audacity of his actions.

"I'm not going away until we talk" he said, although he did gulp, staring nervously at his hand curled around the door as if she may jam it there and break his fingers, "so let's… let's talk".

He was either extremely brave or extremely stupid, but she admired his determination, nonetheless. Giving him a look up and down before sighing and rolling her eyes, turning around to go and sit back on the bed.

He hovered for a few seconds, looking in and wondering if that was an invite before deciding it must have been, tripping over his feet as he entered.

She stayed silent, picking at her cuticles as he moved nervously from one foot to the other, about to spill his heart out when he got distracted by the smell, looking around in confusion.

"Have you been smoking pot?"

"Have you been lying to me?" she shot back, her eyes like fire.

He opened his mouth to reply but immediately shut it, knowing she got him there.

"That stuff messes with your head, y'know".

"So do lying boyfriends".

He sighed, perching himself on the side of the bed.

"I'm sorry" he repeated for the millionth time, "I'm really sorry Kaylz".

"I know".

"Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it. Anything" he insisted, "I'll do anything, just tell me what I need to do to fix this".

"You don't get it. There's nothing you can do" she explained, "not about this".

"So that's it?" he asked sadly, "you hate me now?"

"Yes" she said automatically, although she didn't believe her own words. She was mad – furious – but she could never hate him. Not Stiles.

"But you don't hate Peter?"

"Of course I hate Peter" she scoffed, "he's a psycho".

"Then why are you working with him?"

"I'm not" she denied, "but he can tell me things. Things I need to know".

"He's just holding that over your head to control you" Stiles explained calmly, "can't you see that?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"What? No-"

"Maybe I'm the one using Peter" she interrupted, "ever thought about that?"

He frowned, looking at her with new eyes. A gleam of uncertainty in his stare.

"You're double-crossing him?"

"Maybe" she said, "I haven't… I haven't figured it out yet".

"I'm confused" Stiles stated, shaking his head.

"Peter can't live" she sighed, "not the way he is now. Not with all the things he's done. Not after threatening Scott and his mom or you, but… but he has a point. He's gone about it all wrong, but he isn't completely wrong. I don't have any sympathy for those people. Not if they were truly involved in the fire".

"I get that, I do, but… but it's Peter okay? He can't be trusted".

She scoffed under her breath, looking back down at her hands. "Yeah… just like everyone else".

She could see he went to reach for her hands but, realising how fragile she was, like an atomic bomb ready to go off any second, he wisely pulled his hand back, looking at her in sadness.

"Do you really hate me?" he whispered; his doe eyes suddenly very vulnerable.

"… No…" she mumbled under her breath after a few seconds of tense silence, "but I want to".

"Are you going to dump me?"

"No" she whispered.

"Then talk to me" he urged, "let's talk about this".

"I'm not a very good talker".

"Or listen then. Hear me out".

She stayed silent, lifting her gaze a little to watch him. The floor all his.

"I… I need you" he whispered, "I need you with me because any other possible scenario is unthinkable. Kayla, I… I get this is new for you, but I've liked you since the moment I saw you. You had me, before I even knew your name. I want this. I want you. I won't fuck it up again, I promise. You can trust me. I've got your back. I won't break your heart".

She hoped that was true, she really did, because whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was a mess with her feelings and emotions. Everything she was feeling for him was intense and all-consuming, feeling more and more for him with each passing second.

Kaylz, I… I… I think…" he stuttered, "I mean, I… I l-"

"No" she interrupted quickly, shaking her head, "don't say it. Not yet. Not now…"

He fell silent, his mouth clasping shut.

"I'm not ready to hear that" she admitted, "not when I don't know if you'll feel the same when you know…"

"Know…?"

"Everything." she whispered, "Everything I've wanted to tell you, but I've been too scared to. Kate was right about one thing. I'm not a good person. I've hurt a lot of people".

"That was your past-"

"It was still me" she insisted, "even before things went to crap, I was still a shitty person. What happened just made me worse".

"I told you that doesn't matter-"

"It should" she cut him off, "you should care".

"Why?" he asked, "you're not that person anymore".

"No, you just hope I'm not".

"Kaylz… you need to stop trying to make me hate you" he mumbled, "it's not going to happen".

"You don't know" she exclaimed, standing from the bed with tears in her ears, the weed in her system making her more emotional than normal, "you don't know".

"Know what?" he asked in desperation, unsure and worried about how she was acting, watching her freak out. Her hands shaking as they ran through her hair, distressed and on edge.

"That I'm worse than Peter" she exclaimed, the tears beginning to fall, "what's he's doing… it's understandable. He has a reason. He saved me instead of him… he's like this because of me. All these people are dead because of me".

She was sobbing, the true extent of guilt eating her whole.

He stood from the bed, wanting to take her in his arms and never let go but she stepped away, too distressed for comfort.

"If I didn't leave that motel room… if I didn't sneak back… maybe-maybe more people would've got out. Maybe he would've saved himself. Maybe all of this wouldn't be happening".

"You can't blame yourself for his actions" Stiles implored, "you are not responsible for any of this".

"He shouldn't have saved me" she cried, "he should have let me burn".

"Hey, hey, hey, no" he exclaimed, catching her in his arms before she could pull away, "what you're feeling, it's survivors' guilt okay? It's okay. It's normal. You lost your family… you lost them in the worst way imaginable, but you got out. By some miracle, you got saved. Their blood is not on your hands".

"I-I don't-I don't remember" she wept, "I've been trying to remember but I can't. I can't remember".

"Maybe that's for the best".

"How?" she sobbed, "they were my family… I loved them… I want to know what happened, but L-Laura took my memories away. They thought I was weak".

"I don't think that's true" he implored reassuringly, lifting a hand to dry her tear-stricken cheek, "I think they thought you were a scared little girl that shouldn't have had to go through what she did".

"They violated me" she sniffed, "they got inside my head and violated me… they… they… what if they-they did more? What if they kept more things from me? What if there's more I'm meant to remember, but I can't?"

His heart was breaking for her, holding her as she fell apart. Her anger just a shield, hiding the little fragile girl inside.

"I trusted them… and now I can't trust anyone".

"You can trust me" he promised, "you can always trust me".

"What if you leave me too?" she whimpered, "what if you find out the truth and leave me?"

"Why would I do that?" he asked, "why would I ever do something so stupid?"

She looked down, lifting her hand to touch his chest – right above his heart.

"… Because you're good" she mumbled, "I saw it right from the start. It shone so bright… and I… I could ruin that".

"No" he whispered, resting his hand atop hers, "you make me want to be good and do better. That's the effect you have on me".

"I… I don't deserve you" she expressed in a quiet voice, "I don't deserve this life".

"You do. You deserve the world".

"You need to know" she sniffed, "you need to know the truth before you fall for me".

He didn't need to know, not if she wasn't ready, but before he could object she stepped away from him, retreating into herself as she bit down nervously on her thumbnail, battling demons inside he didn't know about.

"Kaylz-"

"I had an abortion".

He stopped short, her words taking him completely off guard. The breath knocked from his lungs at her admission, because that was the last possible thing he expected her to say. He didn't know what she could have said, but that had not even been an option he had considered.

"I… I got pregnant Stiles" she admitted, her voice weak and timid, "I got pregnant. I was fifteen years old and I got pregnant".

Time passed – how long he wasn't sure – stuck in his shock, unable to process anything after the word 'pregnant'.

"I was stupid" she sobbed, "I was hurting and stupid and I fucked about with someone I shouldn't have fucked about with. I treated sex and intimacy as if it wasn't a big deal, but it was because… because Aiden and I made a baby. We… we made a baby and I… I-I've hated myself ever since".

She couldn't meet his gaze… too scared in case the resentment and disguise that she feared was there. Petrified that her admission had just lost him forever.

"That's not even the worst of it" she continued, biting back her cries, "my mom was right. I'm a whore. I knew Aiden for less than thirty seconds before I fucked him. I don't even know or remember half of the people I hooked up with before that. When I was desperate and craving for drugs, I would let men… creepy, disgusting men use me because I didn't care. The drugs were the most important thing in my life, so I… I did what I had to to get them. I got on my knees… and I… and I… I kept getting on my knees because that's all I was good for. A throat to use and nothing more".

"… So tell me" she whispered, "why should that person have been saved, instead of them? Because, from where I'm standing… she shouldn't have been".

It was a lot for Stiles to digest, wanting to speak but unable to find the words. Looking at her in something close to turmoil. A little shocked and on edge, but mostly sad. Sad and heartbroken because she truly did hate herself and he didn't know how he could fix that.

Yet, above all, he was angry. Angry that the happy little girl that he knew had been inside her was ruined with more heartbreak and pain than any one person should deal with. People around her taking advantage of that and using her in the worst ways imaginable.

She thought her words would push him away but, if anything, they just made him fall harder for her. Awestruck and proud that she was still kind and funny and everything he had ever wanted despite the hell she went through.

"Kaylz…" he mumbled, "why would I think any differently of you?"

In her surprise she glanced up, her brows knitted together in wondering.

"Stiles" she gulped, "I-I just told you I killed my baby and-"

"No. You were fifteen years old and scared" he insisted, "you did what you thought was right at the time. Aiden was bad and violent and unpredictable. You were still grieving for your family. You made a choice and… and whether it was right or wrong doesn't matter because it's done now, but I am not in a position to judge you on that".

"I… basically prostituted myself out for drugs" she continued slowly, as if she was sure he had misheard her, "I… did you not hear what I said?"

"I heard about a traumatised and broken girl doing what she had to do to survive" he summarised, "and sick people taking advantage of that. Yet, look at you. You came out the other side of that still full of light. You're not… you're not who you think you are. You are so much better".

She recoiled, completely taken aback by his words. Expecting his hate… not his kindness.

"Don't-Don't lie to me".

"I'm not lying" he promised, "Kaylz… I… I accept you".

He could've told her how much he liked her, how much he felt that pull to be near her, but he believed she didn't need to hear those things right now. She needed to hear that he was by her side, without any judgment or hate. The thing she needed most right now was to be seen and heard. Something she hadn't had in a long time.

"Why?" she whimpered, shaking her head in denial, "I… I'm-"

"The best thing that has ever happened to me" he said, "and I don't hate you. I could never hate you. Not you…"

She was still, frozen to the spot in shock, peering across at him like he had grown six other heads. Silent tears dripping down her cheeks.

He knew he couldn't make it better, but he could try. He could show her that her past was just that – her past. That she wasn't that person anymore. That now she had him in her corner, and that would never change.

He inched forward, gently cradling her in his arms.

At that moment, he vowed to himself that he would never hurt her. That he would do anything and everything to make her happy.

After all, that was love… right?

Brian knew what he wanted.

It wasn't often, if ever, that he was denied what he wanted. Most people knew better. Yet somehow, this new girl - all fired up and feisty - decided it would be smart to make an enemy out of him.

Him?

Didn't she know what he was capable of?

What dark thoughts entered his head?

The moment he saw her, he knew she would be a prize. Oh, so delicious and satisfying. Something for him to conquer.

Yet somehow, she didn't fall for his charms. She was close to it, but she pulled herself back.

His ego couldn't handle that.

He was not the type of guy to get rejected.

His fists curled by his sides, looking at pictures of her on his phone. Pictures she didn't know he had. The kind of pictures that he shouldn't have, but he didn't care.

He had never wanted something so bad in all his life.

The urge to control her, weaken her and ruin her was strong. To gain back that power he once had, that she had splintered.

Little did she know, he was more dangerous than she knew.

Always on the lookout for supernatural threats or hunters, but never paying attention to the human boy with an obsession so sick she should've been scared.

He promised himself one day – one day soon – he would have her.

Because no one had ever said no to him.

A/N) Staylaaaa ahhhh urgh they needed that. I love my babies being vulnerable lol and Brian is AHHHH and I'm making him be more more dangerous and creepy in this one, because I want to show the dangers of just regular old humans (particularly men), which is going to be a common theme in this story because men, especially men with an obsession, can be hella dangerous, and I think it's important to highlight that. Plus, it shows the difference between Brian and Stiles – Brian wants to conquer kayla, where as Stiles wants to love and care for her and build her up, Urgh, my heart is broken lol

So I hope you all liked. I know it's shorter, but the next week or so is so busy for me with uni work, so I figured a shorter update was better than no update, right? Haha

ALSO… the ending to season 1… oh boy, you guys will NOT expect it. Different to the original and it will blow your socks off (i hope) haha

So please let me know your thoughts and I will see you all again soon