He was dead.

At least that's what he felt, he felt dead. He felt nothing, not even the scorching hot water that cascaded down his back, soaking every other part of him as he stayed completely. All of it was a meshed blur to him as his mind continued to reel from what had happened that night. He didn't believe turning it back on was good, remembering it all with a sense of clarity would not do him justice... the only problem was he wanted to feel broken, he wanted to feel the pain and the disgust.

Bugs Stilinski wanted to feel everything he had repressed.

All of it came barreling at him, shattering the very insides of his conscious and ripping every little piece that made him good to shreds. He continued to replay it, even though all of it repeatedly destroyed him. He remembered it all, brief flickers of the night going through his head as he watched the hot water swirl around his feet. It carried every drop of sweat, every emotion, every action that had happened. The tainted water was yet another reminder of what had happened.

It was dead silent, not a dog barking outside his small home or the snores of his father to accompany him, yet inside his head it felt like he couldn't get a straight thought.

It was getting light, the sunlight pressing through the small window above his head. Therefore it meant one of two things, his father would coming home or he would have to leave for school, neither of which could happen before Bugs had a chance to finish.

Minutes later the teenager boy was watching as the flames licked at the pile in the center, the smell of burning wood attaching itself to his wet hair. The flames flared out, inches from the unmoving Bugs as he watched the pile burn away. He was still numb, oblivious to the fact his lips were turning blue and his hands had began to shake. No, none of that mattered and it would not matter until the pile was completely burned and all that was left were ashes. Those ashes would blow away, erasing that evidence, the way Bugs hoped to rid himself of the memory.

And so the pile lessened and lessened, Bugs still unmoving when the flames died down and nothing changed. His eyes reflecting the dark colors of burnt ashes and embers.

"Bugs!" Sheriff yelled, breaking the boy out of his nightmare. His son turning to look at his father, seeing the worry in his eyes. "What are you doing out there? You'll freeze."

"Sorry, I was just looking at something."

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"I'm beginning to think this is our thing," the eldest twin spoke to his younger sibling. "We make house calls, we should have pagers or something."

"Does everything need a sassy comment?" Stiles asks, narrowing his eyes towards Bugs.

Bugs smirked, lifting a brow, "really? Out of everyone you're going to say that."

"You're right, didn't think that one through," Stiles murmurs, remembering just who was the cofounder of sass.

"Let's just see what Scott wants and then tell him what we know," Bugs yawns, his eyes feeling heavier as they let themselves into the McCall residence and ascended the stairs.

"Wonder what happened?" Stiles asked, "It had to have been bad for him to bring Liam here."

"Guys! Guys!" Scott opened his bedroom door, ushering them in quickly. His eyes were widened, like adrenaline was still pumping into his veins rapidly. "What happened! What did you say?"

He had given the twins a brief overview of the last hours. While Scotts mother had been attacked by the cannibalistic teenager, the alpha had somehow managed to deter the teenager away. Unfortunately Liam Dunbar had been his next target and while Scott had also managed to save the blonde freshmen from becoming dinner, he wasn't as lucky with the cannibal. He was killed by what Scott described as a mouthless assassin. It was the weirdest conversation either Stilinski had ever been apart of and that said a lot considering both twins had been dealing with these things for awhile.

"Like I said earlier, I told my dad everything I could," Stiles calmed his best friend down.

"But you didn't tell him about Liam?" Scott immediately asked.

"You barely told us about Liam," Bugs answered. Shrugging his shoulders," what did you do with him anyways?"

There was no sign of the Dunbar boy anywhere in the small room which was confusing considering Scott had told them he would be here.

"He's in the bathroom," Scott timidly answered.

Bugs furrowed his eyebrows," okay I'm going to take your tone as him not doing the normal bathroom routine so... what is he doing in there?"

Scott awkwardly smiled," please don't hate me."

He turned on his heel, each Stilinski boy weirdly staring at his retreating figure before following him. The bathroom was empty, except for a small murmuring that was heard.

"Ten bucks says we will behind bars for this one," Bugs said with dread.

Scott yanked open the shower curtain, revealing a duct taped Liam Dunbar trying desperately to rip at his restraints. Bugs couldn't keep a straight face, Liam's grunts and pants of help only grew louder.

"What the hell? Why are you laughing?" Stiles looks at his brother.

Bugs holds it in," oh it's nothing I'm just coming to terms on how totally fucked this actually is. I mean it really is kidnapping, or we could call it grand theft Liam."

Stiles shuts the curtain, Liam's muffled," wait no!" Stifled by the duct tape.

"So you bit him?" Stiles asks Scott once they were back in his room.

Scott nods," yeah."

"And you kidnapped him?" Stiles goes on.

"Yeah."

"And brought him here?"

"I panicked!" Scott defended him.

"Yes while some people runways you decided to take a 15 year old boy against his will," Bugs sassed, eyeing his best friend. "What's next? Burying him alive out in the desert Mafia style?"

Liam must have heard because seconds later he was screaming at the top of his lungs which was still barely audible. Stiles breathed out deeply and looked at his older brother who seemed to not have but also spoke up at the worst possible moments.

"As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans." Stiles points out. "Your plans suck."

"I know." Scott groans in alarm. "Which is why I called you. So, what do we do?"

"Not kill him would be ideal," Bugs points out. Again Liam began screaming out muffled pleas, Scott and Stiles staring at him with flattened expressions.

"You should go get Liam a glass of water... or just get the hell out," Stiles sighs and pushes him towards the bedroom door.

"Dick," Bugs breathes under his breath but sighs and goes along. It was probably for the best he left, Liam wasn't his favorite person in the world and that might not ever change. Sure, he felt bad for helping injure the kid and in turn getting the bite but the kid was being too cocky.

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If there was one reason Bugs loved coming to the McCall residence it was for their cookies. They always had a wide array of delicious desserts ready for the Stilinski's greedy hands to eat away. He supposed Melissa had a sweet tooth when she was home or Scott had gained the Cookie Monster addiction when he became a werewolf but bugs did not care. With his glass of juice in hand and handful of cookies he happily demolished the small stack while waiting to go back upstairs. It had been entirely too quiet, something Bugs knew wasn't a good sign.

His cookies however were far too delicious and the ice in the juice would only melt, further destroying this small moment of joy he received so he stayed put. So what if Liam had wolfed out, Scott could probably handle it.

He munched, thinking back to Malia who was probably already sound asleep in his bed or wide awake still cramming for math. The latter was probably the likeliest of the two considering she had been adamant in learning this weeks subject.

He could picture her now frizzy hair would be crazily pushed behind her ear while her eyebrows pushed together. Her bottom lip would jut out in small anger when she couldn't understand something and then a huff or wolf growl would escape her lips. His girlfriend was adorably hilarious without even trying and he didn't give a shit if people thought it was kind of creepy he would think of the many Malia faces occasionally.

The sound of feet thundering down the stairs and his name being called out gained his attention, quickly he flew from the kitchen, striding in the small hallway between the stairs and door. He didn't understands all the yelling but obviously something had happened and when he whipped his head around to face the problem head on he understood what it was. Liam Dunbar came at him with full force, sending a powerful blow from his fist to the lower part of his torso. Pain shot through his entire body as well as the air being roughly pushed out of him as Bugs barely managed to make a sound and dropped to the ground in pain. He couldn't even grasp at the freshmen as his eyes watered and he went rigid with pain. A few inches from him his brother mad best friend were on the ground.

"I GOT HIM! I GOT HIM!" Stiles and Scott yelled aloud after crashing downwards, both boys clutching onto each other's body parts. Bugs would have told him the blonde was long gone except he was still recovering from the freshmen attack.

After a few moments each of them realized that instead of holding on to the bitten teenager it was one another they held onto for dear life, Bugs growling aloud after it.

"Your plan sucked Stiles, I got my ass kicked by a kid who's a foot shorter then me," he said breathlessly.

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After having been punched by what felt like superman Bugs had gone home and went straight to bed, not even minding Malia cuddling him into the post of big spoon. He ass just happy to be home and sleeping. Malia smelled like home to him, she was everything he wanted to be stuck with for however long he could. At some point he turned his body and tucked her head into his chest, pulling her as close as possibly and breathing in the trademark Malia scent his sheets clung to throughout the day.

The next morning he woke up in a better mood then before, although it certainly speed when he remembered just what he would need to do today. He grumbled under his breath, knowing it was that time of the month once more and Malia would need to be restrained.

She still hasn't been able to master the Moons powerful ways, the last time ending with Bugs having to carefully stay near her while they restrained her in the boathouse. Looks like this time it would be the same thing.

"I hate the full moon," she growled, handing over her delicate wrist as Bugs fastened the leather restraints. He needed to make sure they were set right before the moon rose.

"You're certainly not the only one," Bugs nodded at her, catching her brown eyes. He gave her a softened smile, "it's going to get easier though. I promise."

"It better, because this isn't going to hold much longer," she pointed out, pointing to the small rips already beginning to wear on the cuffs.

Bugs nodded, "Well, then let's try and make tonight the last time we have to use these. Besides, we might need them for Liam. The little bastard..."

Malia smirked, trying not to laugh when she remembered what bugs has said occurred last night, "You guys sure he's going to turn into a werewolf?"

"We're not even sure if he's going to live." He sighed, pulling at the straps. "Is that too tight?"

Malia shook her head, "No."

Neither teenager had noticed the Sheriff and his younger son standing in the open doorway, the sheriff looking clueless. Stiles however was trying desperately not to laugh his ass off at his fathers facial expression

Bugs was about to pull out another set of chains when he looked up, catching his fathers face. He stared for a lot longer then expected, Malia looking back and staring cluelessly at her boyfriends father and brother. "Hey. Um... Stiles: That's... This is not what you think at all."

"He's lying! It's exactly what you think dad," Stiles didn't waste a second to retort. "Tell him Malia, Bugs chains you up."

Malia looked over, confused as to why the sheriff needed her nod of approval. Bugs shot straight off the bed," Malia don't answer that, Dad don't listen to your dumbass, and dumbass I'm gonna throw you out of my window."

Stiles smirked, walking away while the sheriff still had no clue what to say or do.

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"So what now? You guys are going to help this kid?" Malia questioned, her hand wrapped around Bugs as they breezed through the hallways.

"Well it's either that or let him pick and choose who's the tastiest person in Beacon Hills," Bugs retorted. The couple descending the numerous steps to the school as they headed towards the back.

"Well what about me? I'm going be turning and so will he? What do we do then?" Malia interrogated, her soft brown eyes staring deeply at her boyfriend.

Bugs sighed, unwrapping their hands and instead laying his arm across her shoulders. "That's exactly what we are planning on talking about, I know how territorial you are."

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Malia didn't wast a second letting her pack in on her instant dislike of the idea being set in motion, "I'm not sharing my basement. "

Lydia turned her piercing gaze towards the girl, "Actually, it's my basement. And my mom noticed how you tore it up last time."

Bugs who was still had his arm wrapped around his girlfriends shoulders looked at Lydia. He supposed it must have been the first time he had actually seen her since that whole awkward incident at the veterinary clinic. It briefly passed through his mind for a short moment and he made a mental note to ask Stiles or confront Lydia about it. The boy however defended his girlfriend, "All right, she's still learning."

Scott cut in then, being the mediator, "But, we're going to use the boathouse for Liam. It's got support beams. We can chain him to one of them."

"But how do we get him out to the lake house if he doesn't trust us?" Kira questioned, her doe eyes staring at everyone's faces to see who had the answer.

Stiles was the first to speaks up, demonstrating with his hands. "I say if it keeps him from murdering someone we chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake."

Malia shot her hand up, "he hurt Bugs. I'm in."

"There was a reason I liked you so much," Stiles nodded happily at Malia, giving the girl a high-five of appreciation.

Bugs rolled his eyes, clearly not everyone was over last nights occurrence. However he did find it adorable how Malia had jumped to counterattack the freshmen, when he had quickly explained what and happened last night she all but went out looking for him. After holding her down somewhat Malia had checked him over enough times until the Stilinski had just fallen asleep.

Scott rolled his eyes at the impossible duo, "We're not killing or kidnapping him."

"Then let's be smarter." Lydia spoke up, her eyes drifting off like they did when she thought. "We tell him there's a party and invite him."

Stiles spoke up immediately, questioning her with a bit of jealousy to his tone. "So, you're going to ask out a freshman?"

"No, I'm done with teenage boys." Lydia shook her head, Bugs resisting the urge to glance at his brother. If he knew one thing it was that Stiles was still in love with Lydia Martin after everything that had occurred and he might never stop. He was almost certain the golden eyed boy felt his heart twist painfully at her words. Lydia went on, not taking note of the last moments occurrence. "But, if we're playing a trick on someone, we'll have to use the trickster."

The moment she said those words everyone knew exactly where to look. The pale brunettes with curled black hair hadn't even been paying much attention until everyone gazed her way. In fact, she was quite stunned. "Who? Me? No way. Not me."

Bugs smirked, "oh come on Kira. Live a little."

Lydia nodded, going on in a very convincing voice. "Yes, you. You know what they call a female fox? A vixen."

Kira gulped, her voice getting quieter, "Me?"

Lydia's smirk becoming much more devious as she deli indeed the final line that would no doubt give Kira her confidence. "You can do it, Kira. Be a vixen."

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THIS CHAPTER IS FINALLY HERE! I JUST FINISHED IT RIGHT NOW COURTESY OF FRIDAY ONE OF THE FUNNIEST MOVIES IN THE DAMN WORLD!!

OH BUT IF YOU LOVE BUGS AND SHIP simplystiles- KASEY YOU SHOULD GO CHECK OUT OUR JOINT ACCOUNT BECAUSE WE HAVE POSTED AN AU WHERE ARE CHARACTERS ARE IN THE SAME WORLD AND LETS JUST SAY IT MAY HURT! THE ACCOUNT IS sashash-

DEDICATED TO SASH BECAUSE HER EXCITEMENT FOR BUGS WAS ALSO A BIG MOTIVATION! LOVE YOU GIRL!

-ASH💜