Chapter 1: Opened Eyes

                                    

                                          


                          
"Hey, are you okay?" Theo looked over as he pulled up to Liam's house. The beta was leaning against the window.
                          
Liam looked over at him, the chimera was covered in dirt and blood. They just left the hospital after Melissa pulled a few bullets out of them. Liam just nodded; he glanced in the back seat. He knew Theo was sleeping in his truck; he wished he could offer him a bed, but he didn't know. Something was weird. Theo came back for him. Theo saved him again.
                          
"I'm not dying for you."
                          
"I'm not dying for you either."
                          
Liam watched Theo trace his lips. He grabbed him from harm. He took Gabe's pain. He changed, but both of them have changed.
                          
"Liam, you're home."
                          
Liam glanced at him, "sorry, ah thanks for dropping me off."
                          
Theo glanced at him, coated in dirt and blood. He looked deep in thought, almost like he wasn't even there. He was worried about him; he looked like he hadn't slept in days. His face sunken in with dark circles highlighting his eyes.
                          
"Are you in pain?"
                          
"No," Liam looked at him, "I'm fine, just thinking about everything."
                          
"The hunters are out of this town for now."
                          
"For how long though?"
                          
"I don't know, Liam just enjoy it," Theo stared at him. Liam had been through too much; he didn't deserve this.
                          
"I guess you're right. Are you staying in Beacon Hills?" Liam hoped he was. He didn't want him to leave. He could not admit it, but he needed him. He needed Theo.
                          
"I think I'll stay around," Theo smirked.
                          
"Okay, I'll see you around," Liam finally opened the door.
                          
"Goodnight, Liam."
                          
"Night," Liam jumped out closing the door behind him. He limped up the stairs, trying to let the bullet wound in his calf heal. He glanced back as Theo finally pulled out, who knows where he was going to end up tonight. He slowly opened the door, greeted by his parents.
                          
"Liam, thank god," his mother wrapped her arms around him.
                          
"Hi, mom."
                          
"You're safe."
                          
"The hunters left town," Liam muttered as Dr.Geyer hugged him.
                          
"Good," his step-dad smiled.
                          
"I really need a shower, goodnight," Liam went up the stairs.
                          
"Love you, sweetie."
                          
Liam sighed after the ghost riders he told his parents he was a werewolf; they were scared at first, but Melissa calmed them down. They now were just worried about him; he knew it, but it still didn't make it easier. They didn't think he was a monster but trying to convince himself he wasn't was the hard part.
                          
He climbed into the shower, feeling the hot water run over his body. His mind kept wandering back to the elevator, Theo. The chimera kept saving him over and over again, and he didn't understand why. The way Theo spoke to him was different than everyone else. He knew that. He stopped Liam from killing. Why? Why didn't he even care if he had blood on his hands? He didn't understand.
                          
Theo sighed as Liam walked up the stairs. He wasn't afraid of anything except losing Liam. He couldn't lose the beta. He did not understand why. Liam Dunbar, Scott's innocent beta with anger issues, star lacrosse player, the one that made out with his ex-girlfriend in his back seat. Why was he attracted to him? He would do anything for him. Sure, the beta brought him back from the Skinwalker's prison, but that wasn't all. He kept coming back for him, keeping him safe. He needed to stay innocent; he didn't deserve blood on his hands. He deserved the best, and the best wasn't Theo.
                          
Theo pulled into a gym parking lot, praying no deputies would kick him out tonight. They were probably too worried about cleaning up after the war to care about one truck parked in the wrong spot. He didn't know what he was going to do. He was running out of money fast; he barely had enough for food and gas. He needed somewhere to stay; he needed a job. He glanced at the gym he pulled into; he thought in the morning he could see if they needed help. Right now, all he wanted was to do was sleep. He crawled into his back seat, draping a blanket over him, thinking about Liam.