I'm feeling a major Mason/Brett/Liam vibe and It wasn't even because of Teen Wolf!!! which is like really ironic cause Jeff Davis and I were thinking the same way.......he should totally hire me.....like da fuck who wouldn't? *flips the gorgeous hair she whishes she had*.....I'm a mess....anywhat!!! FIRST EVER NON LIAM P.O.V. WOOHOO WISH ME GOOD LUCK!!!! Words of wisdom for today: Jeff Loves me I know it.

Mason's P.O.V.

Thud. Crack.

I'm thrown against the wall once again and another rib breaks.

But this time I stay there, on the ground breathing heavily, wishing I could escape. I see the footsteps walk toward me in the corner of my eye and try to stay as still as possible.

The footsteps reach my face and I finally look up at the stranger that intruded my house.

He smiles menacingly at me. I frown and glare at him.

"I'm not telling you anything," My voice is weak and hoarse from all the abuse I've been getting the past few hours.

Yes....hours.

And he just. Won't. Stop. He tilts his head and kicks me in the stomach hard enough that blood squirts out of my mouth and I collapse back down.

It hurts so bad. It hurts when he kickes me. It hurts when he punches me. It hurts when he throws me against the wall. And it still fucking hurts now. But I refuse to give in.

"I'm not going to ask you again......" I cut him off.

But you always do don't you?"

He grabs the back of my shirt and hoists me up and I let him, too weak to fight anymore and too prideful to cry.

He forces me into the wall banging me against it. He stares me down with his cold deadly eyes.

"Where. Is. Seven,"

I suck in a breath and gather my pride knowing that worse will come.

"I don't know,"

He growls and throws me back down on the ground.

"You worthless piece of shit!"

He kicks me over and over again but I stand my ground.

"You fucked up psychopath," I mutter under my breath.

He growls again, possibly hearing my comment.

Instead of pain that I would excpect to come.....he leans down right in front of my face and frowns.

"You look so.....pathetic," He grazes his hand over my cheek and I flinch away.

"Now that's what I don't understand......why would someone as heroic as Liam.....ever be friends with a pathetic piece of shit like you?"

And then....I couldn't hold it in anymore. So I felt the tears build up in my eyes and I felt them spill over.

Cascading my cheeks with water full of sorrow. He's right.

Liam deserves a better friend than me. Maybe this stranger has a point.

I look up at him still crying my sorrows away. Then I whisper.

"Who are you?"

He smiles and tilts his head slightly again.

"Call me Peter,"

And then he grabs my wrist and bites hard into it and I feel all the pain take over my system then......nothing.

Liam's P.O.V.

I storm into school feeling like there's a dark cloud on top of me and it won't go away.

I walk past everyone that tries to say hi to me and just keep walking to my destination.

And right now...my destination was Mason.

I can smell him. And it reeks like open flesh, which just might be the case.

I storm around the corner and knock clean into someone and all of their books fall and so do them, but I don't. So I keep walking, like it's the last thing I do.

I see Stiles trying to approach me but all I give to him is a mere glance.

He looks confused and almost hurt and it saddens me.....but it's still not worth stopping. I can feel Stiles

start to follow then stop, probably knowing better than to do that right now.

I finally get to a certain hall and instead of Mason.....I find Brett. I growl slightly.....having an urging feeling to rip him to shreds. He smelled like him. He smelled like Mason.

I stormed over to him and shoved him into the lockers.....even though I was shorter and less intimidating than him.

"What are you doing here?" I practically growled.

He pushes me off and glares at me growling back.

"I transferred schools,"

"Why?"

"Because.....I wanted to be closer to Scott and his pack,"

"You don't deserve them,"

"Why can't you give me a break for one second?"

"Because....." I growl louder and my eyes glow slightly and I shake my head. "...God you smell like him!"

"Who?"

"Mason!"

"Oh! I saw him down the hall and he bumped into me and then ran away freaking out," Brett said confused.

I pondered the urge to kill Brett but decided against it and ran off to the direction he showed me.

I ended up doing a circle around the school and landing in front of the school doors and decided to go to Stiles' locker instead where Stiles waited.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask him.

"Because.....I'm worried about you,"

I look over at him, slightly interested. "Your worried about me?"

"Yes you make it sound criminal,"

"I didn't think you cared,"

Stiles rolls his eyes and smiles. "Of course I do idiot! We're friends remember?"

I nod slightly confused. Was he.....hitting on me? You know what I can't tell the difference anymore.

From Peter then Sti-......Peter. Peter. Hale.

He did this. He touched him. He touched Mason. I don't know how or what or why but he did.

And I couldn't be more not okay right now.

"Hello? Liam?" Stiles' voice comes to me and I still have a cold exterior. He looks at me concerned.

"You promised me you'd tell me when you're not okay,"

I look up at Stiles with glowing gold eyes and growl deep in my throat. "I'm. Not. Okay," I say through clenched teeth.

And right as I say it I hear the doors open and smell Mason strongly.

And I look across the hall to see that Scott smells it too and he looks at me.

I see someone walk in with jeans, a very covering hoodie shirt and gloves. Based on his clothes, considering it was freaking boiling outside, he got a lot of stares.

I just knew it was Mason under all that clothing and something about that made my blood boil on overdrive.

Before Stiles could try to stop me I was already walking over to Mason with a determined look in my eyes.

He sees me coming and tries to walk away but I catch him and pull him into the guy's bathroom. Once we're in there he pulls away.

"Ow...Liam that hurts," His beaten, distressed, and tired voice makes me whimper.

He stands there awkwardly and tries to back away but I pull him back again. He flinches.

I stare into what I can see of his fearful eyes and gulp.

"How much did he hurt you?" I barely whispered but I know he heard me.

Mason stood there for awhile without a word....but he finally took off his bag and placed it on the ground. He held out his arms helplessly as if he was just giving up.

I could see tears in his eyes. and they were slowly falling. It broke my heart.

I walked up and gently put his arms down back down to his sides and stared up at him, searching his eyes.

"Not now....if you don't want....meet me after school,"

Mason just nodded and grabbed his bag and rushed to the door but slowed to take one last look at me before walking away.

But I stayed there....some because I had to use the bathroom, but mostly because if I went back out there I'd have go on a random rage frenzy.

So I took this time to lock the bathroom door and pretty much go wolf amd tear up everything in the bathroom.

But I still ended up crying at the end of it.

All through class I focused on nothing but Mason who never said anything or looked at anyone.

But occasionally my mind would go to Marcus who was always in the corner watching me with fear and hatred in his eyes.

I almost felt bad for him.....and I still do.

But unfortunately I can't deal with two broken spirits at once. So.....for some odd reason......I took the opportunity to send him a smile. A smile that.....I think he might have just returned.

But after school I felt as horrible as I did in the bathroom. Seeing Mason so damaged made me ache. Ache almost as much as I would if Stiles was in pain. Just almost.

I walked up to him and I think I actually saw him flinch away. I would never purposely hurt Mason. Not ever.

Once I got to him I gestured with my hand for him to follow me.

We finally made it to Scott's house and I only whimpered twice when Mason expressed the pain he was in along the way.

I got upstairs and got to the spare room and shut the door after Mason. He looks at me, at least I think because I can't really see his face. Mason shrugs.

"I'm fine Liam,"

His voice is still hoarse and rusty and it almost breaks me.

But I stand tall at the door with my arms crossed staring him down.

"Take....the jacket.....off," I half whispered to him.

Mason just shook his head and shifted around looking at his shoes.

"Take....it....off....Mason," He looked up briefly then shook his head harder this time.

I started to get angry and my eyes were close to glowing right in front of Mason.

So instead I speed walked over to Mason and I could hear his heartbeat increase as I walked.

I landed right in front of Mason and just looked at him for awhile.

Then I reached my hands up and gently pulled his hood down from his face.

And.....I was speechless. His face was beaten badly. His skin was black and purple and blue and his lip was past busted.....it was disfigured.

His whole face looked disfigured! I stared at it for awhile and I could finally see what was in his eyes. Relief.

He was protecting something.....and he's glad he did too.

I gently reached out and grazed my hand over his busted lip examining it with the tip of my finger.

I go closer for an easier look and I could feel the closer I got the more Mason's heart picked up. Oh god this must feel awkward for him.

I sighed onto his mouth and his heart rate was increasing rapidly.

I smiled, finally, and looking up at him.

"I'm not gonna kiss you relax," I chuckle and Mason smiles and laughs but quickly stops when his abdomen starts to hurt.

I look at him concerned and he acts like he's fine.

"I'm okay.....might have a few boken bones but I'm okay," Mason nods in reassurance.

I reached for Mason's sweatshirt along the bottom and slowly pulled it over his head and he flinched a little at it.

He was now only wearing an undershirt and pants. I ran my hand over his abdomen gently....feeling the broken bones inside him.

"Mason...I'm so sorry this happened,"

Tears stream down my face but he wipes them away. "It's not your fault,"

I smile up at him teary-eyed. Mason looks worried again. I frown.

"What?"

"There's something else,"

"What is it?"

"Well....he said his name was Peter and......" I growl at the sound of his name but when Mason shows me his arm all the color and thoughts in my head are washed away as I feel sick.

Beyond sick. And angry. But mostly pity and distress. He looks up at me.

"....he left me this," I grab his arm and look it over again and again as if it's not real.

"Oh my god. He...."

"Yep...."  Mason looks down at his wrist in not as much shock and fear as me.

"......He bit me,"

"Oh! Beat you again!" I raise my hands up and cheer myself on. Mason rolls his eyes and throws the controller.

"You were cheating!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"That's it!" I get up and take the controller from him.

"Your not worthy of this,"

"Hey!"

I get up and run away from a frantic Mason trying to take the controller.

He tackles me to the floor and I hug the controller to my chest.

"Don't make me do this,"

"Do what?"

"Tickle monster!" Mason tickles my stomach and I giggle like a school girl.

"Hehehe STOP IT!!! Hehehehe IT TICKLES!!"

"Um....Liam?" Mason stops and I flip my head back to see an upside down Scott at the door.

My cheeks turned red out of embarrassment.

"Oh Scott," Mason sits on the bed and smiles slightly.

I get up and walk to the hall and close the door behind me.

"How's he doing?"

"He's getting better.....but slowly.....that's good right?"

Scott turns away. "Uh....yeah. It's better than him turning I guess,"

"....You're not telling me everything are you?"

"What? Of course I am,"

"Scott.....your heartbeat....remember?"

Scott sighs heavily and scratches the back of his head making me cautious of his next statement.

"Well......if they don't respond to the bite in any supernatural way.....it's one of two things....."

"Well? What are they?"

"Well....um.....it's either they change into something else.....like Jackson turning into the kanima or Lydia turning into a banshee....or....they're bodies reject the bite and.....die,"

It nearly takes my breath away. My eyes widen and I back away cautiously.

"You mean.....Mason could be dying?"

"Only if he's not immune!"

"I don't need you to tell me to know it's probably rare to be immune...."

"Well....."

"You don't have to say it Scott.....I know the truth,"

"There's still hope,"

"Not much.....how will I know.....if he's dying?"

Scott shrugs. "You'll just.....know,"

He turns around and walks downstairs again leaving me broken in the hall crumbling at the thought.

Once I gathered my courage I walked into the room again and Mason was texting on my bed. When he saw me he smiled and looked up.

"Ready for me to kick your ass again?"

As stressful and overwhelming as this was......I had to put on a pocker face.

So I smiled and scoffed. "In your dreams,"

He grabs a controller and I grab the other one and we start the game again.

But.....how will I know?

I look over at Mason and he glances over and smiles at me before turning back to the screen.

As he turned I noticed his ear was bleeding.....bleeding black blood. But he didn't seem to notice.

And that's when I knew.

YAY chappies are fun and I'm hooked on this anime and it's bad 4 me......literally.....WHAT WOULD HUMANS CALL THE TASTE OF APPLES!?!?!.....JUICY!?!?!
hahahaha yeeeaaaaa....anyway!!! Bye my God's of death!!