.....wasn't yours anymore?

Hey guys. school's starting and I hate that....but whatever. so might not update as often....sucks yeah I know but yea sowwy. and I think there's an assassin outside my window so keep quiet.....AND I HATE. BATMAN. BATMAN IS DEAD TO ME!!!!!!......but of course that won't provent me from being putting it in the book. yep okay fan stopped. definitely an assassin. better pray I don't die kids!!! words of wisdom: Never trust assassins......or BATMAN.

Liam P.O.V.

Okay. I'm gonna be honest......lately I've been feeling....a little......hormonal.....laugh....and death follows you.

But......I'm not sure why.....but every time I walk past a guy.....I have this urge to fuck them at that moment.

I'm literally concerned.

Mostly because I was talking to Mason and all I could think about was how tasty his tongue would taste in my mouth.

And I would never especially think about Mason in that kind of way.

Not Mason.....no way. That's weird. I asked Scott but it wasn't exactly what I was looking for....

"Hey Scott? Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah sure Liam what is it?"

"Well um....do you ever get.....kinky or.....horny?"

"Kinky?"

"Or horny?"

"Uh.....y-yeah I guess.....wwwhy?"

"Well...because......I don't know why but lately all I've been thinking about is guys and how much I'd want to fuck them right now. Even for Mason and no matter what I'd NEVER think like that for Mason he's my best friend...."

"......you're gay?"

I sigh. "Yes Scott. I am gay,"

"Okay. Well um......sometimes......in life.....there comes a time......where you have to- Yeah I can't do this,"

....He wasn't much help. But I could worry about that later.

Cause at the moment we're in the sheriff's office with Stiles and Lydia trying not to get busted for breaking in.

"Hurry up Stiles!" I yell whisper to him.

"I'm trying!"

"Well try harder!"

"Not now Lydia!"

"Yes now Stiles hurry!"

"Got it!" We crowd around the computer and look at the data on Seven.

"Find anything?" I ask.

"Oh....you bet I did. Seven....not his real name. His name is Marcus Sanchez. 16 years old. It says here both his parents were killed by a mysterious lightning shot out of the sky,"

"That doesn't sound too bad," I say.

"Yeah but get this. It was completely sunny outside. Not a chance of any bad weather the police never found out what the source was,"

I look over at Lydia who's looking strange. "Lydia....."

She pushes Stiles away from the computer.

"Move,"

"Hey!?"

Lydia starts typing on the computer.

"What are you-" She cuts me off.

"-If his parents died then we need to find out where Sev- Marcus, was when it happened," Lydia continues typing while Stiles and I watch.

"Found it. Apparently he was there when the death happened. But he was lucky enough to not die from it. It says he healed in the hospital....a little too quickly,"

"So if he healed why didn't his parents?" Stiles says.

"Maybe the blow was only meant for the parents. And the kid was hit by accident?" I suggest.

"I think that might be the case here. It says a legalized family soon took him from the orphanage a few months back. They were very......different you could say,"

"Different how?"

"Different witch craft, magic, spells, books, fortune telling different," Lydia turns to them. "I don't think he liked it there,"

"Okay move," Stiles pushes Lydia out of the way and she rolls her eyes and groans.

"Ah ha! A few days after his adoption there was a tornado that only seemed to cause damage at their house. But Marcus was mysteriously not home,"

"So Marcus killed them?" Lydia said.

"He tried but they ended up surviving, but of course then Marcus ran away,"

"So then.....Marcus must have had something against them," I conclude.

Stiles pulls up a photo. "Who's that?"

"Marcus when he was younger. Changed his hair, his style, his personality.....and he risked it all again to go to school so he could get to Liam,"

"So he wasn't caught?" I ask.

"Nope......because his 'family' died all by a fire.....fire......ffffffiiiiiirrreeee......"

"I can't get a break can I?" I say.

"Quit whining," Lydia says to me.

"Well the way I see it is that Liam's Aunt and Uncle and cousins killed Seven's parents because they hunt they're kind but didn't kill the kid because that would be wrong. So they injured him to make it seem less suspicious. Then they adopted the kid and locked him up so he couldn't cause any trouble. He tried to kill them, they lived. He ran away, then killed them. And now he's after you because he thinks your family/being has the power to fix him.....and because he hates your guts," Stiles says like it wasn't even hard. I stared at him strangely.

"Why do you think that?" Stiles rolls his eyes and turns to the computer.

"Because........I looked up his adoption family and their related to your parents,"

I look at the computer viewing the document.

"We need to find Scott,"

While it's printing we here shuffling with the door knob.

"Grab the papers and hide!" I shout whisper.

Stiles grabs the paper while I close the file we opened. Lydia hides behind the shelf, I hide under the desk, and Stiles hides in the closet. The door opens and I see the sheriff's shoes right next to my face.

Crap. Crap. Crap. His feet linger by my face until he walks away. I watch him walk past Lydia behind the shelf and over to the closet.

I hold my breath as he starts to open it until his phone starts to ring. He walks over to the counter and answers it.

"Malia? Why are you calling?"

I sighed. Thank god for girls like Malia.

I peaked my head out of my hiding place and looked over at the sherriff still talking to Malia.

"M-Malia. No Stiles isn't here,"

I look over at Stiles and Lydia peeping their heads out too. I nod to them and they slowly crawl out of their hiding places and slowly creep toward the door.

We're almost there when Stiles bumps into the trash can and it falls down.

His dad turns around and sees us trying to crawl away.

"Malia....I've gotta go," He hangs up the phone and stares at us with a questioning look.

"Stiles.....what are you doing here?"

Well after a pretty long explanation the sheriff actually had some info of his own.

"Marcus? Oh I've heard of him before,"

"You have?"

"Yep. Quite the trouble maker. Always angry and wanting revenge. He was a pretty disturbed child. Like Peter, but worse,"

"Wait. Like Peter?"

"Yep. Maybe even worse. I would actually sometimes see him walking into the woods near the Hale house,"

Stiles, Lydia, and I share a knowing look and walk out.

"What did you do?"

"Today? Well I woke up and took a shower. The water was rather cold I have to say but it was still refresh-"

"You know what I mean Peter,"

"I wish I could help but unfortunately I can't. I didn't do anything,"

Lydia rolls her eyes and pulls out a picture of Sev-Marcus.

"You know him?"

"Nope,"

"Liar,"

"Yep," Peter glances over at me and looks me up and down, frowning.

Why the fuck is he frowning at me?

"Peter! Just tell us what you know!"

"I can't,"

"Why!?"

"Because I don't know much,"

"WHAT!?"

I start to speak up since Lydia's method wasn't working. "So you know something,"

Peter shrugs. "You could say that," Peter smiles at me again and- smiles?

Did that creep just smile at me? What the fuck is up with my life?

I back away and let Lydia start talking again.

"Explain...."

"I've seen him around the Hale house a few times.....never said anything just waited there,"

"Did you ever say anything to him?"

"Once. I asked him who he was I mean it was my house,"

"And what did he say?"

"He just looked at me and.....walked away," He shrugs and looks at me again smiling creepily.

Seriously what the fuck, is this.....is this normal?

I hear his heartbeat rise.

"You're lying," I snap at him.

Peter turns to me and tilts his head.

"So this is Liam? Interesting....." Peter stands up making my heart beats faster in fear.

He circles around me examining me.....which of course made me jittery and uncomfortable.

"You must be Peter," I say my voice breaking.

Shit. Why is he so scary?

Peter stops by my ear and.....sniffs me? I flinch away and look at him questioningly.

He narrows his eyes. "You smell.....the same....maybe a little too much,"

"Thank....you?" He smiles at me devilishly then suddenly snaps out of it and goes back to talking which scares me since he's right by my ear.

"So!" I flinch away.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't much help and hope you figure it out," He gives a fake smile and sits back down.

Lydia rolls her eyes and Stiles glares at him. "We're coming back," Stiles stocks away with Lydia following.

I glance at him again as he narrows his eyes and glares at me. I shake my head and walk away.

We walk out of the loft and I pause by the door. Stiles turns to me. "You okay?"

"That's Peter?! Peter Hale!?"

"Yeah you get used to it after awhile," Stiles and Lydia shrug and keep walking.

I follow after awhile with the same fact in my head.

I don't think he likes me very much.

Sorry this took so long!!!! I was bein stupid. and my British cousin was here and I was happy cause I haven't seen her in awhile and guess what!?!?.....SHE SAID SHE LIKES STIAM BETTER THAN STEREK AND I WAS LIKE "BITCH STEREK IS DAT LIFE IT'S AMAZING OH MY GOD I CAN'T TALK TO Y- wait never mind I have a stort it so that must mean it's good YAY!" I was still upset she didn't like sterek but whatever it's okay I guess...... Bye my British daddies!!!