cr: showsandbandsimagines

My brother, Scott, warned me that this day would come. The day that I would face a challenge that he could not help me with. I never thought that this day would come but here in is. That challenge is someone named Theo Raeken. The leader of the Chimera pack. The Dread Doctors targeted me, and Scott... well he couldn't handle seeing me most likely die, so he begged Theo to help me, and stop them. Of course Theo was mad that the Doctors were doing something that he didn't know about.

But now... Theo won't leave me alone, and Scott can't do anything about it, because one word from Theo, and the doctors will be back after me again. He's like a cold that I cannot shake. I felt him before I saw him. The Doctors did something that they didn't finish, but they somehow tied me to him, of course he is probably unaware of this. I am always aware of his presence, and I am feeling myself becoming tired and worn out after a while of not being near him, and that feeling disappears once he is near. We're like magnets, that only I feel the effects of, but I cannot let myself become attached, because Theo is a bad person.

I can't put myself through that again... The last time I got close to a bad person was Aiden... And well, he turned out to be a good person in the end, but when I was with him, he was horrible. We fought all the time, and he would become aggressive from accidentally losing control... and I was almost always in the crosshairs.

"Milah... I feel like you're avoiding me." His mocking voice taunted from behind me. I slammed my locker shut, and turned on my feet, and gave him a sharp glare.

"What do you want Theo? I'm not in the mood for your games. Not today." I said, feeling anger, annoyance and exhaustion creep up on me. I shoved past him, and headed in the direction of the doors, the opposite direction of my next class. There were three classes left in the day, but I can't handle it... not today. I didn't even have to look back to know that he was following me. He always does.

"Class is in the other direction." He said, stating the obvious, causing me to roll my eyes. My annoyance and anger is just a cover up, a defense mechanism to hide the yearning that I have for him. The feeling that I get when he is near.

"I'm not going." I said.

"You can't run from me forever!" He said, calling after me.

"I can try!" I called. I ran out of the school doors, and to the safety of my car. I sped away, leaving the school behind me. I thought a drive would help calm me, but it did no such thing. The farther I got away from the school, the more anxious and angry I got. I pulled off to the side of the road, then shut the engine off. I hurled myself out of the car, and into the street, and I sucked in gasps of fresh air. I slammed the car door shut, and I began to feel the panic begin eating me up. It was almost as if I couldn't control myself, I began pounding my fist against the car door, my skin splitting under the contact and force. The door began to dent, and I yelled in frustration. The more I lashed out, the angrier I felt, so I smashed my fist against the window, which smashed into a million pieces, some lodging into my already bleeding knuckles. I picked the shards out of my hand in a hurry, furthering the damage to my already torn up skin. It is known that I have severe anger issues... but this... this felt like something so much more, but when I have a fit, I lash out, and it gets bad, but the anger this time... it isn't releasing like it normally does, this is just fueling my anger. I usually lash out on either myself or others, and well no one else is here.

Blood dripped down on the road, and I was almost mesmerized by the amount of blood coming from my hand, it was covered in it, and I knew I most likely needed stitches, but I couldn't... I cradled my hand gently, and then I took off into the woods, leaving my phone in my car so no one could find me. In my rage filled running, I managed to get lost, and due to the blood loss, or the distance between me and Theo, I became extremely lethargic. I tripped over something, most likely a tree root, but as soon as I hit the ground, darkness consumed me.

The first thing I was aware of was muffled sound, but soon I could clearly make out what was being said in clarity. "Milah, can you hear me?" A panicked voice said. I felt a feather light touch brush over my skin, and I twitched slightly, slowly responding to the gentle touch. "Milah, princess, please wake up." The same voice said. My eyes fluttered open, but they were assaulted by bright lights forcing me to shut them again, and whimper as the light made my head pound.

"Milah, sh, it's okay. I need you to open your eyes for me." He said. I opened my eyes reluctantly, and instead of blurry bright nothingness, the only thing I saw and made out was Theo's worried face.

"Theo?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Everyone's been looking for you! God, you look like you were just dragged through hell." He muttered, and never in my life have I heard him sound so worried, and his tone kept me from feeling my usual sense of anger. Surprisingly, I felt a calm wash over me that seemed to rejuvenate me, and this was a sense that I didn't want to go away.

"We'll I've been out here." I said. He shook his head, and lifted my head, and placed it in his lap. He then grabbed my injured hand, and I winced when his touch grazed over my torn up knuckles and dried blood that coated and caked my hand.

"Milah, why? What happened?" He asked in a low voice.

"I have anger issues... I just... I don't know, I've never felt that keyed up before, usually when I lash out the anger goes away, but the more I would lash out, the angrier I felt. I don't know what came over me. I was angry at the school when I left, that's why I did, but the farther I drove the worse it got. I just felt so angry and keyed up, so tired, that I just couldn't handle it anymore." I whispered in a broken matter, and I felt so hopeless.

"What exactly did they do to you?" He asked, concern etched into his face.

"I don't know, I was unconscious for most of it, but the main thing I remember is they said they had plans for me, then injected me with something that looked like blood. It caused me to have a seizure, but nothing else. When I asked what it was, all they said is that I was a 'success'." I said, groaning.

"Where'd they inject you?" He asked.

"On my wrist. I should have a mark there. It's been there ever since the injection." I said, and he grabbed at my wrist, and frowned as he ran his fingers over the mark. "Theo, do you have any idea what they did to me?" I asked, "it's like ever since they injected me with that blood... I feel like I have to be close to you, if I'm not... well bad things happen." I said, groggily, finally giving up the tough girl act. I couldn't keep living like this. Someone needed to help me through my self destructive feelings and behavior.

He swore under his breath, but still gently stroked my hand and wrist. "Please explain, I'm just so tired of these feelings." I pleaded in a broken voice.

"Let's get you out of Milah, first. We need to get your hand checked out." Theo said in a reassuring manner.

"Please don't take me to the hospital! They know about my anger problems. They won't let it slide this time." I cried out in a panic.

"Okay, fine, then where should I take you?" He said in defeat.

"My house, as long as Scott isn't there." I said half out of it.

"You don't want to see your own brother?" He asked.

"No, he'll make a big deal out of it, and make me go to the hospital. And well... I really don't feel like explaining this to him." I said, getting worked up.

"Sh, it's okay." He said, as he smoothed my hair down. "I think Scott is with Liam or something. He had a crisis." Theo explained.

"I thought they didn't like you, why would they ask you for help?" I asked.

"Well they can't really say no to me, plus no one could find you. I was drawn here. I just sensed it." Theo said.

"Does that mean you offered to help?" I asked.

"Does that surprise you?" He asked.

"Actually, yeah." I said honestly. He just gave me a sad smile, and took my injured hand in his again.

"What are you-" but I was cut off when I felt a warm sensation spread through my body, spreading euphoria long the way, starting from my hand. I glanced down, and I saw that he was taking away my pain. He winced as he pulled away, and clenched then unclenched his hand a couple times.

"You should be okay, Can you sit up for me?" He asked.

"Maybe," I said, and I tried to sit up and I managed to, but I felt exhausted.

"Come on, let's get you up." He said, then stood up, and gently pulled me along with him to my feet. I almost fell, but he caught me in his arms. "You're okay, I got you. I won't let you go." he said reassuringly. He rebalanced me, but kept his arm around my waist to keep me steady.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked."

"Because you're my priority." He said, and faced me slightly, but still held me up.

"Why? I'm just plain human, no special talents, or skills. I'm vulnerable, weak." I said to him, almost drowning in my misery. He abruptly stopped walking, and held my face in his hands.

"I know I get under your skin, but it's how I get close, it's the only way I know. You're untouchable, so prideful, but for a reason. You're not weak, you're delicate. You're vulnerable, because you're pure, and because you care. You're human, and beautifully so that you appreciate life even when you're surrounded by death. You feel these intense emotions that seem to control you. You're alive, and you're strong because you haven't given up." He told me, and ran his thumb over my cheek lightly.

"I care for you deeply, and I think that's why the doctors targeted you, and I wish that I could stop feeling how I do, so you wouldn't be at risk, but I can't control it. I may seem like a sociopath, but that's because I have no one I care for. Except for one person. You." Theo said, and rested his head against mine, and at this contact energy filled me and I just wanted to be closer to him.

"Theo, tell me." I breathed out.

"There are stories about ancient rituals that wolves would undergo. Two would become bonded, connected by blood sharing, and when they were apart it takes a physical and mental toll, but when together, they were stronger and virtually unstoppable. I think that is what they did to you. I don't know why." He said, sounding broken.

"But I'm simply human. Why would they do that to me? How would it even work?" I said, shaking my head profusely.

"I know, and I don't know how they did it. That mark on your wrist? I have that same mark. It showed up on mine shortly after you were taken. I felt that seizure. They bonded your life to mine." He said.

"I don't care, I just feel like I have to be close to you." I said.

"Sh, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to protect you. Nothing will happen to you." He said.

"But you're the bad guy. The last time I went for a bad guy, I was almost killed." I cried, shaking as I recalled the memory, panic filling me.

"Sh... that must have terrified you. But I won't ever hurt you. Anything that hurts you, also hurts me. I won't hurt my mate." He said gently, and soothed my worries.

"What about you? Would I feel your pain?" I asked.

"You'll know that something is wrong, but you won't physically feel it. If they injected your blood into me, or you spilled your blood into an open wound on me, the bond would become complete, and then you would feel it... but there is a chance that you would become like me... legend says that the weaker mate would absorb and become just as powerful as the stronger one. Both gaining from the bond though, because the other, would gain the qualities they don't have that the other does." He said, and nudged my head with his, and placed his head in my neck, and kissed the skin lightly, leaving me with a burning heated sensation.

"You are my life. My world." He said, and looked into my eyes, and I felt an uncontrollable urge fill me. I jumped up, and wrapped my legs around his waist, while locking my arms around his neck, and his strong arms easily supported me. I couldn't handle it, so I smashed my lips to his, and it was as if a fire was burning through us, and a magnet holding us together. We broke apart, and I gasped for breath. He gave a faint smile, and I finally felt complete, and whole again.

"You are my world. No one is going to hurt you. Not when I'm around. You're safe." He spoke gently, and tears filled my eyes, and I blinked them back, and smiled, and rested my head against his neck, letting myself fall into the bliss.