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Chapter 9. Conservation

** THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW **

"Damnit," Stiles groaned as he popped the hood of his jeep. A cloud of steam smacked him in the face and he started coughing as he ripped off a strip of duck-tape and wrapped it around some tube that he couldn't identify. He had no idea what he was even doing with his jeep anymore, the amount of repairs it needed were over his head and he was struggling to figure out how to get the damn thing to even start. Kasey had left all of five minutes ago and he was supposed to be directly behind her so he could pick her up and then they could go to his house and get some actual sleep.

He sighed as he thought about the lack of sleep that his girlfriend had been getting lately. He felt awful for what she's been going through, and he's been trying his best to ensure her that she's not alone and he is standing by her side no matter what. They had been through enough over the last year or so, and he's almost lost her one too many times for his liking, so he isn't going to push her away ever again.

Stiles opened his mouth to curse out his jeep when instead of a specific four letter word leaving his lips, a scream did. He was screaming and he didn't know why he was screaming but he did know that his shoulder felt like it was being ripped apart and he was struggling to make that feeling go away. His body was jerked backwards and he started reaching desperately for the wrench laying on the jeep in front of him. A hand was then pushed in front of his face and he continued to yell when he noticed that the palm of the hand had a sort of mouth with a hundred spiky teeth inside of it. He was using every ounce of strength he had to push the hand away from his face.

His adrenaline was pumping as he flung his head back, hearing a distinguishable crack as the grip on his body disappeared. He then launched himself at the jeep and snatched up the wrench, swinging it around and hitting his attacker in the face.

He took off running and stopped to turn around so he could see who the hell had snuck up on him. It was dark and he was breathing heavily but as the person pushed themselves up into a standing position his eyes widened, it was Donovan.

Once again, he was running. He pushed through the doors of the school, his shoes squeaking against the tile floor as he accelerated through the hallway. His heart was pounding and his ears were ringing and he had no idea where the hell he was going. The school was dark and he hadn't the slightest clue where he needed to go to hide. He was more concerned about the fact that Donovan was here, how the hell did he just suddenly appear back in Beacon Hills? Stiles reached to touch his wounded shoulder and he winced when his fingers grazed the wound. He wasn't sure what Donovan had cut him with, but whatever it was it ripped through his shirt and his skin. It had to have been the mouth on his hand, and Stiles was even more confused as to how that was even possible.

Stiles stopped in his escape and glanced around the hallway desperately, he didn't want to run upstairs because then he would end up getting trapped because there is only one way back down. He didn't want to hide in a classroom, because what if Donovan could hear him breathing or something? He had to find another location and he needed to hurry before Donovan caught up to him. The library immediately popped into his head and he rushed in the direction of the building where he had just been with Kasey all of ten minutes ago.

Even though he was running for his life, he was extremely relieved that she wasn't here for this. His hands were sore as he shoved through another set of double doors, clenching the wrench in his hand tightly. It was his only weapon and he would have to use it.

When he arrived at the library he quickly swiped his key card and tripped through the doorway. It looked just as it did when he left, only now the lights were off and the workers were gone. His head moved from side to side as he attempted to find a hiding spot, he chose a bookshelf off to the left and dashed over to the corner. Just as he had his body behind the shelf, he heard a pounding on the door. It matched the pounding in his chest.

He held his breath as he heard the beep from the keycard machine. The locks were undone and then he could hear Donovan walking into the building. Stiles swallowed thickly as an all too familiar sound echoed around the library. It was the sound of a cell phone vibrating, he panicked. He reached for his pocket thinking that it was on him and would reveal his location, but then he realized that it had fallen out when he ran inside.

"You dropped your phone," Donovan spoke evenly. His eyes were darting around the library as he snatched the device off the floor.

He glanced at the screen and smirked, recognizing the name, "It's Kasey... should I tell her you're unavailable?"

At the mention of her name Stiles' heart exploded in his chest. He knew that Kasey was at home and safe, but what if she came back here looking for him? What if she showed up and Donovan killed her? What if he killed them both? His ears were ringing even more and he was afraid that Donovan was going to hear his uneven breathing.

Donovan chuckled, "I sent her to voicemail. You don't really know who I am, do you, Stiles?"

Stiles was silent. He could see Donovan moving through the bookshelf and he angled his body more so he was hidden behind the metal. It was dark enough to conceal him, if only he was remaining quiet enough to where Donovan couldn't hear him.

"I know you though," he continued as he walked around the open area, "I know all about the Sheriff's golden son who has the perfect girlfriend."

He could hear the cell phone vibrating again and he clenched his jaw, praying that Kasey would stop calling him. Donovan laughed, "She's calling again... it must be important, you sure you don't want to take her call? Oh, she left a voicemail... let me play it for you."

Stiles pulled his free hand up to his mouth to conceal his rapid breathing. He was on the verge of a panic attack. He had no idea what was about to happen but he knew that he was going to have to do what Kasey did... he was going to have to fight for his life and pray for the best outcome.

"Stiles, call me back right now." Kasey's voice poured out of the speaker on his phone and his heart sank when he heard the desperation in her voice.

Donovan cleared his throat, "We're gonna have to call her back, Stiles."

He was screaming on the inside. All he wanted to do was try to slip past Donovan and make a break for his jeep, hell he may even leave the jeep and just try to run home. He wanted his damn cell phone so he could at least text Kasey and tell her to not come to the school. He was more worried about her than he was about himself right now.

"Maybe you, uh, heard about my father? Did your dad tell you about him? Did Sheriff Stilinski ever tell you about the time he was still Deputy and his partner got caught in a shoot out? Did he tell you that a bullet shattered my dad's T-9 vertebra? Went right through his spinal cord. You know what that means? It means everything below his waist is useless, and not just his legs." Donovan's voice was getting heavier and Stiles could hear the anger.

Stiles recognized the story, well at least parts of it. He hated that the event from how many years ago was going to be the cause of his demise. It was obvious why he was coming after Stiles rather than his father... he wanted to hurt his father with something so terrible, he wouldn't be able to function. He wanted to take away all that he had left. He wanted to demolish any source of happiness in his life.

"I bet he told you some of--oh, she's calling you again. Stiles, we may have to move this along she's getting anxious." he said with a laugh.

He was now biting down on his hand to keep himself from screaming. Kasey was making herself a target and she needed to stop. He can't ensure her safety with this. Donovan cleared his throat, "Anyway, I bet your dad left out the part where he was sitting in a car calling for backup while my dad was going in alone. Did he tell you that he was too scared? Too much of a frightened little bitch to go in after him? Or do scared little bitches not tell their little bitch sons about their failures? About how they put their partner in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?"

Stiles' teeth were sinking into his hand as he felt the need to stand up for his father rushing through his veins. He knew that he dad wasn't a bitch, he was trying to call for help because he knew that they couldn't handle it alone and Donovan's dad was too eager and he ran in. Movement caught his eye and he froze when he noticed that Donovan was making his way up the staircase to the upper level. He wasn't sure if this was going to be his chance to escape but it very well could be, so he readied himself to move.

He took a step backwards and turned his head to the side, attempting to listen for Donovan's footsteps. His back was pressed against a neighboring shelf and a heavy silence fell over him. He wasn't sure what Donovan was doing, but he couldn't hear him anymore. Stiles' foot moved forward but before he could go any further, something wrapped around his throat and pulled his body backwards through the shelf. His back slammed against the metal shelving and books were hitting his face before his body was shoved to the floor.

Stiles could hear his wrench clatter against the floor and he lost it amongst the plethora of books that were scattered around him. He was shouting once again as he struggled in Donovan's hold, squirming around trying to break out of his grasp. Thankfully, he managed to break away and he pushed himself up onto his feet, making a beeline for the door.

Donovan was faster, and he managed to grab Stiles' by the shoulders and slam him into the scaffold where the workers had been residing earlier. Stiles threw his elbow back and cracked Donovan in the jaw, he could hear his body hit the floor and the battle cry that Donovan shouted as well. Stiles' panicked and began to scale the scaffold, doing anything and everything he could to get away from him in this moment.

Stiles' could feel his left leg get snatched up and he wrapped his arms around the bars as Donovan tried to pull him to the floor, "Don't worry Stiles. I'm not gonna kill you... I'm just gonna eat your legs."

His voice was distorted and as Stiles glanced down at him, he saw that his eyes were frosted over with a milky substance. Stiles panicked and started kicking his legs as he continued to climb. He wasn't sure what he was reaching for, but he saw a pin that was supporting several metal beams. Maybe he could pull the pin and knock Donovan off of him with them.

He stretched his arm desperately trying to loop his fingers through the pin, but Donovan continued to tug his body towards the ground. Stiles could feel every ounce of willpower in his body pushing him towards that pin. His heart was beating erratically and he couldn't breathe but for the love of God he had to get to that damn pin or he was going to lose his legs. With one final push, he shoved his hand forward and the tips of his fingers hit the pin and he latched them through it. Due to the angle his body was it, he was struggling to get the pin to pop out of place.

Donovan snarled and Stiles could feel his breath by his leg, knowing that he was going in for the bite. Stiles thrusted himself further and he jerked the pin, it moved slightly and he shouted as he continued to pull. Finally, the pin fell lose and Stiles' arm flew out of the way as several pieces of metal flew in Donovan's direction. Stiles could hear the sound of flesh being ripped and he gasped as he turned around. One of the pieces of metal went straight through Donovan's chest.

Stiles slowly climbed off the scaffold and approached his body, Donovan spit up a spurt of blood as he stood in front of him. Stiles' grabbed the piece of metal, attempting to pull it out of him but Donovan began wheezing and then his head fell backwards and Stiles knew that Donovan was dead, and he had been the one to kill him.


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"Hello?"

The call ended just as I spoke and I let out an aggravated sigh. I slammed it back down in place and made my way to the front door. I'm going after Stiles. I don't know what's going on but I don't like the feeling that I have in my chest right now. Something is off, something is wrong. I grabbed my keys off the floor and then walked through the house towards the front door, as soon as I pulled it open I was met with the sight of my boyfriend.

I let out a scream and nearly fell to the floor in surprise. I pulled my hand up to my heart and let out a sigh, "Stiles, you scared the hell out of me!"

He walked past me, not bothering to say a word, and headed straight up the stairs. I noticed that his shirt had a rip in his shoulder and I could see blood staining the fabric. My stomache dropped as I ran up the stairs behind him. He flipped on the light in his bedroom and then went towards his closet. I watched in confusion as he ripped a t-shirt off of a hanger. He undid the buttons of his plaid shirt quickly, dropping the bloody shirt to the ground. Stiles then slipped the t-shirt over his head and I noticed that he had blood all over his hands as well.

"Stiles," I said slowly, "what the hell did you do?"

He looked at me then, and the desperation in his eyes broke my heart. I could see tears welling in the hazel depths and I swallowed thickly, what happened? I mean, I can only assume that it's something bad if he has blood all over his hands and his shirt. Stiles' eyes darted to his hands and he ran to the bathroom. I heard the sink kick on and I followed behind him. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror, instead focussing on scrubbing the blood off of his hands. The water was stained red and it made my stomach lurch.

I watched as he turned the faucet off and then he gripped the sides of the sink, letting out an uneven breath. I blinked rapidly and cleared my throat, "Stiles, what happened?"

"You called me..." he said quietly, "you kept calling me, why were you calling me?"

My eyes widened, "What? Stiles--"

"Why did you call me?" he snapped, and I could tell that he was on the verge of a mental breakdown from the look in his eyes.

I let out an even breath, "I think Donovan is alive."

His eyes widened and he ran his clean hands over his face in a panic. I watched helplessly as he fell to the floor onto his knees. His breathing had increased and he was tugging at his hair. He was unraveling and I had no idea what was happening to him. I quickly got down beside him and grabbed his face gently, "Stiles, hey--hey, calm down."

"I can't--I can't breathe." he rasped out, looking to me desperately.

The air was getting thicker and I swallowed my nervousness. I hated seeing him like this, anxiety breeds anxiety and I was trying to keep mine at bay as I attempted to calm him down. I kissed him before, but this time is different... he's far too gone and I think that he's just going to have to push through it until it's over. It sucks and it's excruciating but sometimes you can't be stopped and you have to ride it out.

My hands moved to his wrist and I gripped them tightly, "Stiles, you just have to breathe. I know it seems impossible but you can do it."

"No," he cried as tears began to spill, "I can't--Kasey, I can't--"

My heart was shattering and I had to fight back my own tears. I nodded my head rapidly, "Yes, you can. Stiles, you just have to tell yourself that you're okay. You have to believe that you're okay for this to be over."

I know what he's going through, hell I've been there thousands of times. He's stuck in this hole and he's trying way too hard to get out. He needs to be patient and he needs to accept the fact that he's going to be okay, it's just going to take some time. He's all worked up and he needs to get his breathing under control so he can calm himself down.

My grip increased and he sobbed loudly. I watched helplessly as he jerked out of my hold and began scratching at his chest, screaming as he did so. I snatched up his hands and stopped him from hurting himself, "Stiles! Stiles, listen to me! You're okay!"

"I'm not!" he screamed back at me, he then began to cough violently. He jerked out of my hold and buried his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. I pushed myself up off the floor and found a small hand towel in the vanity. I soaked it in some cold water and then started dabbing his face with it. He was shaking and his eyes were bloodshot.

I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat and gently caressed his cheeks with the cool towel, "You're okay. I promise."

He started to shake his head from side to side, "I'm not... I'm not..."

"You have me," I said loudly, "alright? You have me and that's all you need because I'm here to make sure that you're okay and safe. Stiles, I have no idea what the hell happened but it's over. You're here with me in your bathroom now, right? You aren't there anymore, you're safe and you're okay."

That seemed to register with him and his sobbing slowed. I sighed in relief as he sniffled and wiped at his eyes with his hands. I fell back onto the floor and handed the towel to him, "It's over now. You did it, you made it through."

Stiles nodded once and looked to the floor, "Thank you."

"Can you tell me what happened, now?" I asked hesitantly.

He swallowed thickly and glanced at me, "How did you know that Donovan was alive?"

"I don't know," I said honestly, "I saw something... and I don't know, you're gonna think I'm crazy. I thought he was going after your dad and so I came here to warn him, but he wasn't here so I just overreacted."

Stiles was silent and began to bite his lower lip nervously. I noticed that he was licking his lips repeatedly, which was a nervous habit that he had. Everything about the way he was acting was screaming that he was nervous and anxious about something. I wish he would just tell me what the hell happened so I can understand what's going through his head.

"Why did you have blood all over your hands and your shirt? What happened?" I inquired, not waiting another minute to get some answers.

My boyfriend blinked rapidly, "He was alive."

"What?" I responded stupidly.

He cleared his throat, "Donovan, he was alive. He attacked me at the school."

"He attacked you?" I asked in a panic, my eyes immediately scanning him for any damage. I then remembered his shoulder and I crawled around him. He allowed me to tug at the neckline of his shirt so I could get a glimpse of what was on his back. My eyes widened when I saw the circular wound. It was unlike anything that I've ever seen before.

I took the towel from his hands and dabbed at the wound, he hissed in pain but I continued to clean it. It looked like he needed medical attention, but how he would end up explaining this to a doctor I'm not sure. I winced for him as I wiped most of the blood off, "Stiles, what the hell did this?"

"He did it," he answered quietly.

I was in a state of confusion, "What what?"

"His hand," he said, "Kasey, he wasn't human. I don't know what he was but he was strong and--and he was trying to go after me and my dad and--and--"

Stiles was breathing quickly and I dropped the towel to the floor, snaking back around so I was in front of him. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly, "Shhhh, don't work yourself up again, please."

He swallowed thickly and nodded, "I killed him, Kase."

"You killed him?" I echoed in a rushed tone.

The blood on his hands made sense now. I fell beside him on the floor and tried to not panic. This wasn't good. Did he just leave the body at the school? How did he kill him? Did he have a choice? Was it self-defense? Was it exactly like my situation with Tracy?

"Okay," I breathed out, "where's his body?"

Stiles blinked once, "That's your only question? You aren't gonna ask me why or how it happened?"

"I don't need the details," I shrugged, "as long as you're okay that's all that matters to me."

He then stood to his feet, "I need my board."

"Your board?" I asked as I followed him into his bedroom.

He grabbed his white pencil and began writing something on his clear board. I had to walk around to read it: Donovan not dead. Walked out. Donovan dead. Somebody took the body.

Stiles was standing in front of his board, reading over the words. He can't leave them on the board, he's going to have to erase them. What if his dad came in and read that? Oh my God, Scott. What are we going to do about Scott? If he acted the way he did with me, then Stiles is going to be banished too. I feel like that's what is happening... Scott is banishing me from his life.

I'm being exiled by my own brother.

As if he had been reading my mind, Stiles grabbed the eraser and began to frantically rub at the words. The letters became distorted until they eventually were just a white smeared mess. Stiles began to breathe heavily and he shouted and threw the eraser at the board. I jumped at his violent action and took a step away from him.

"Stiles--"

His cell phone began to ring and he snatched it out of his pocket, "Scott?"

I couldn't hear what my brother was saying on the other end of the line, but judging from Stiles' body language and the look on his face it couldn't be good. I wish I was still in the loop with this shit but Scott won't speak to me. I was actually surprised that he answered my phone call earlier, even though I didn't get to talk to him.

"Yeah... um... where? What are you talking about?" Stiles rushed out as he ran his free hand through his hair.

I glanced at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to tell me what the hell is going on. Stiles nodded to himself, "Yeah, okay.... yeah. Alright, bye."

"What the hell is going on?" I asked impatiently.

He sighed, "Somebody is taking the bodies. They took Tracy from the animal clinic, Lucas is missing from the hospital morgue and Donovan is gone too... I think he was a chimera."

"Well, who in their right mind would steal several dead chimera's?" I asked rhetorically.

Stiles shrugged, "That's what we need to find out."


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CHAPTER NINE YAY

I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THE REST OF THIS SEASON BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS GOING TO START COMING TOGETHER NOW AND I'M PUMPED FOR THE KASEY/THEO/SCOTT/STILES DRAMA BECAUSE IT'S BEEN BREWING FOR AWHILE NOW.

BE SURE TO FAN, VOTE AND COMMENT WHAT YOU THOUGHT?!

ALSO, I JUST HAD TO WRITE THE STILES AND DONOVAN SCENE BECAUSE I'M FREAKING OBSESSED.

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