Theo didn’t know what was going on with Molly but he knew it was because of that darkness chick that took Dean Winchester from the prison. Theo didn’t know what to say to his girlfriend because she was obviously not herself and nobody seemed to have a plan on how to fix these people who were being changed. The chimera knew that he had to find her but where was she? Why was she just poking fun at her friends on the network? Theo knew that he could track her by scent but his abilities as a chimera were severely downgraded. Although Theo was technically two creatures in one he was still a fake and that meant his heightened senses had to be used with a massive amount of concentration.
He knew that transforming was his only game changer but Theo didn’t want to scout the entirety of Everett just to find one slayer. Theo guessed that if he used his normal nose and waited in at least a few spots Molly would eventually either come across him or maybe she would just get tired of this cat and mouse game that they were playing.
Funny thing was that Theo wasn’t sure if he was playing the cat or the mouse. Who was really chasing who here?
It was another nightfall as Theo came to a stop near the edge of the woods, his back against a clearing which was on the way to the prison. He thought that he caught a whiff of her, his eyes closing as he focused on a second heartbeat that was faint and then suddenly it wasn’t, his body turning to face his girlfriend who obviously looked different.
“What? Did you get some black clothes to go with your darker personality?” Theo asked, noticing that Molly was wearing all black for some reason.
Molly knew that Theo was looking for her, but she knew as better as anyone that distance made the heart grow fonder. Not hers of course, she felt no love for Theo, which would be sad to think about if and when this was all over. That she could just forget their love so quickly and easily because of a woman who had taken her soul. Amara was everything to her now. She worked for her and for that, Molly would be immortal, not able to die.
Night after night, her boyfriend would come searching for her. He was so faithful. She watched him sometimes, her teeth biting her lower lip as she watched those frustrations all over his beautiful face. He was gorgeous, this much was true but the appreciation for him just wasn’t there. She did know that she wanted to keep him. It was selfish, but that was only for herself. Nobody else could have him.
Tonight though, she had grown bored of just watching him and instead, she wanted to play with him. She was dressed differently, yes. Her hair down, her normally straight auburn hair in waves down her back. Her clothes were tight, showing off her curves. She wasn’t so modest now that she didn’t care.
When he turned around to face her, she smirked and looked down at herself. “You like it? I’ve even found myself a push up,” she stated, cupping her own breasts and she looked at him slowly before letting her hands fall at her sides. His face told her that he was angry perhaps. Oh, that was something she was used to. He was always angry about something but usually, it wasn’t at her.
Except for that one time …
She smiled at that as she walked a little closer to him. “You don’t think I’m pretty?” She asked. It was obviously not the important question but she just didn’t care about why he was here. She was more focused on herself.
He wasn’t sure why the change in clothes but Molly seemed to be enjoying it. Theo noticed how she was enjoying all of this and he stared, his eyes narrowing at this display of a personality that was buried. This wasn’t the Molly he fell in love with because the Molly he knew was kind, carefree and lovable. This Molly was more about desire, playfulness and sexuality. Theo’s eyes nearly widened when he witnessed her grabbing at her own chest. Theo had to stop himself from swallowing.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need me to tell you that.” Theo didn’t move forward but he could tell that she was checking him out. It wasn’t anything new but Theo felt his body tremble a little. It was almost like he was being watched by a predator but wasn’t that supposed to be Theo’s job?
“Are you going to tell me what happened to you? What did that woman do?” Theo remembered her very vividly and he knew that it was her fault that his girlfriend was acting this way. Did she have the power to take someone’s impulses away? Theo didn’t know what was making Molly act so out of character.
“Look, just come home with me. We can figure out what’s going on.” It was possible that the other slayers were still looking for Molly which meant if he tried to get away his chance at dragging her back would be gone. Theo hoped that she would run off but if that happened they were too close. He wasn’t about to let her get away from him again.
“I’d rather much hear it from you,” she told him. He had no problem telling her what he wanted, what he thought was ‘hot.’ Molly could think of countless times that Theo had brought her out of her shell and right now, she wasn’t ashamed of any of it. She wasn’t ashamed of it then either because what they did was just for them but right now, he was holding back? A bit ironic that was. She just smirked and stopped where she was.
“That woman is Amara. The Darkness,” she sighed, growing bored already of his questions. This wasn’t fun for her but it would be. Of course his concern was flattering. That he would come here night after night, looking for her. He was so dashing. “She saved me.” She said it in a whisper, as if Amara had actually saved her. As if she promised her everything and that was because she did. Molly, now being soulless and under the careful thumb of the Darkness, was now immortal in a way. Amara said she would never die as long as she was here and that was something that Molly wanted.
Death scared her, even in this fate. She had already died once. She didn’t want to die again. Theo knew that all too well, didn’t he? He had stayed up with her, listened to cry all pathetic like, like a little girl. Holding her tight and telling her it would be okay because frankly, Theo didn’t know what else to say.
“You know, I wanted you all to myself, but if Amara saves you, we can have forever, love, don’t you want that?” She asked, tilting her head, the smile from her face gone. Her dark eyes grew darker, not so playful and more hostile as she awaited his answer. “I know you’re afraid of going …” Her gaze slowly looked down below, to the ground, as if to say hell. It was where he was sent before, by his friends. It was why he wanted really nothing to do with them besides Liam, she knew that. He was hurt too despite all the wicked things he had done.
Theo didn’t know why someone needed a stupid name like the Darkness. All it did for Theo was make him roll his eyes but he wasn’t stupid when it came to realizing just how powerful this person was. Somehow she was able to change Molly completely which made him wonder what was done exactly. Some part of Molly was missing. Something was gone which made Molly think that she was “saved” but Theo didn’t think so.
“I just want my girlfriend back and I’m starting to wonder if you’re even her.” There were things about Molly that he enjoyed that just weren’t here anymore. The carefree nature and the lovable affection that his Molly would give, the way she would bring him up whenever he was down, the girl responsible for making him feel like he wasn’t a monster. Those were the things that made him love Molly and right now this one was just trying to be overly sexy, maybe even borderline bitchy.
When Molly looked down at the ground so did Theo, his eyes falling to the dirt, to the realm underneath that existed for him. Theo wasn’t sure where he had gone or where Kira’s katana sent him but it was a type of Hell that was meant to debilitate him. Theo was never technically dead but merely he was stuck in a never ending nightmare of his heart being ripped out.
At one point it didn’t even matter. Not the pain or how he died. Theo knew that he deserved it but that mean he wanted to go back there.
“I’m never going back,” Theo said, his eyes glowing yellow for a moment.
Molly tilted her head, watching him, looking a bit confused. “Do you know what it’s like to be me, Theo? I know we focus a lot on your needs and your wants and your sad story, but did you ever take the chance to know mine?” She asked, walking closer to him. “This duty I had, it’ll only get me killed - do you know how afraid I was day in and day out? You must have. You could smell it I’m sure. Do you smell it now?” She asked him. No, she wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. She wasn’t terrified of what could happen. It was like she was cleansed of that nervousness and anxiety of big bad after big bad coming to Everett.
“And you don’t like me this way, do you? Fearless, able to stand up for myself, able to say what I want and what I need?” It was clear to her then that she was only good for being there for him. To listen to him, to run off after him when he just couldn’t take it.
“Is that all I am to you? Someone to cry to?” She asked, her stoic expression fading as she smiled. “You ask who I am, but who are you, love? All I wanted to do was take care of you, but you know, I think it’s the right time to take care of myself and your yellow eyes, they should frighten me. I know what you’re capable of, but you won’t hurt me. You love me too much. You need me because you know I’m the only one here for you. I’m all you truly have. Even like this. Even without a soul, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. And I surely would never let you go back.”
She reached for him. “You’re mine.”
“I know your sad story when it comes to your life. You never had a life, not really.” Theo wasn’t trying to be a dick but he was just being honest in hopes that the brutality of it would jog some sense into this version of Molly. “You died too young. Died because of some destiny that you couldn’t even fulfill. You drew a straw and you got the short one. Who can you blame for that, really? I think maybe it sucks because you can’t really blame anymore. You tried and you paid with your life. That’s what it means to want to be a slayer, right? You die. That’s how it all ends but that’s how it ends for everyone.”
Theo didn’t smell fear. He knew what fear smelled like but from Molly it wasn’t that. Theo just sensed happiness and this glorified need to protect the people around her because even though Molly died he knew that she was trying to live her second chance. There was no telling what the future would be like or what cards fate would play them but he was never worried about that.
“You never had a problem standing up for yourself or what you wanted,” he said, his eyes narrowing because he was wondering if this Molly could easily forget how she was able to bring him back from the brink.
Theo sucked in a breath when she reached out for him but he stopped her, his hands grabbing her wrists to keep Molly from touching his body. Yes, he was hers. That was never a question that he needed to ask or have answered because it was obvious but what was wrong with Molly was answered when she pretty much told him. She didn’t have a soul.
“But it’s not love,” he said, his teeth gritting as he fought that need to shove her away from him but Theo couldn’t do that to her. “You can’t love someone if you don’t have a soul.”
Molly didn’t love him. Not in this moment and if she were ever to have her soul, she would remember this and feel so much guilt because it was Theo who she loved the most. It was Theo who kept her sane, who always reassured her because there were times when she didn’t feel good enough compared to the other slayers. They had more training and they didn’t bother to refrain from saying that. They were all gifted in their own way, but it was Molly who always wanted more but she felt she didn’t stack up with the rest.
Theo would tell her she could. That she was worth it. He would hold her if and when she would cry. She wasn’t built strong like the others, not with her emotions and Theo would always be there.
But right now, Molly didn’t care for that. She couldn’t. But she could possess him. She would own him. She would tell him that he was hers, because he was. He was hers to do what she wanted with.
“It’s not. I don’t love you,” she told him. “Is that what you want to hear? It doesn’t mean I don’t want you. That you’re not mine. You’ll always be mine, regardless,” she told him, her hand at her side now.
“You and I both know that’s a lie. You would never tell me that.” Besides maybe Liam, Molly was the only person who had seen behind the shroud of darkness that made up Theo’s life. He had done things - horrible, cruel things - had killed his friends in the name of power and yet still, somehow, people still cared about him. Liam was still his best friend and somehow Molly fell for him despite learning the truth. He was a monster but God, he was trying so hard to be a better man.
“I am yours but not like this, Molly. You don’t have to be whatever that bitch turned you into. Just come back to the prison with me. They can fix it.” Because Theo didn’t know who else to turn to after this. If Molly didn’t come with him then what was he going to do? Turn his back on her? Theo knew that he could never do that but at the same time he knew that he couldn’t do what she did. He couldn’t let his soul get taken because then what would he be after?
Theo knew he would beg, too. If Molly wanted to see that he would but a part of him felt that she wouldn’t listen and maybe that had to do with what was wrong with his girlfriend. Theo’s eyes flickered over to the trees, wondering if she ran away how hard it would be to follow her because he wasn’t going to let her escape. Not this time.
“If you don’t come back then I’ll have to make you come back,” he said, prepared to risk himself for the sake of making sure Molly was able to get the help that she needed.
“No, I’m not going back, Theo. I don’t want to be there. I can’t be there,” she told him and she was fully prepared to fight him. She knew full and well that she could shift into an actual werewolf and Molly knew she could probably not take on that animal but she would at least try.
“I don’t need to be fixed - what are they going to do? They can’t undo what Amara has done to me, can they?” She asked, and slowly began to smile. He was rather adorable. Hoping and yearning for her to go back with him but today, he would go back empty handed. Perhaps it was a mistake to show herself, she should have known better than to think they could just have a conversation without him going on about bringing her back.
“Just go on, Theo. Run along, I don’t need you, nor do I want you.” Perhaps in a way, she was trying to protect him from Amara. The idea of Amara putting her fingers on him did create a bit of anger inside of her where there shouldn’t have been. She was just a bit possessive is all.
“I don’t need someone else trying to take away what freedom I do have. You get that, yeah? I feel free. Just because it’s not how you’d like me to be, doesn’t make it any less true. It feels so refreshing - I prefer it.”
Theo was the big bad guy of Scott McCall’s little pack. He fooled them all so easily and with such talent and grace. Seriously. He knew he should have won the academy award for how easily he fucked with Stiles and all of them, letting them think he was on their side when in reality he didn’t give two shits about them. It was only later, when Theo changed, that he began to care. The old Theo would have let Molly’s words bounce right off of him. He wouldn’t have cared and frankly he would have let Molly go. Who cared about her?
Well, he wasn’t the old Theo and not being wanted by the one person he needed hurt. Molly’s words were like knives being stabbed into him. She didn’t want him and she sounded so believable and the hard part was that Theo didn’t think she was lying. Molly didn’t have a soul so what was true? What was just a lie?
“No,” he said, shaking his head as he fought to move forward but he was aching with the realization that this wasn’t his girl. His Molly would have never said those things. She would have begged for him to save her and that’s what he was going to do. Theo was going to save her or at least be there when all of this was over, when Molly somehow got her soul back.
“I won’t ever believe that you don’t want me. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved, Molly. I need you. Don’t you get that?”
The words felt wasted but Theo couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but love Molly even if she couldn’t feel it.
Molly bit her lower lip as she looked at him and for a second, it might have seemed like he had talked sense into her. That what he was saying was actually doing something to her, pulling on her heart strings and she stepped toward him only because she actually wanted to. She wanted to feel him against her and when she felt his hands on her hips, she leaned into him and her lips found his. She had done this a hundred times before. Kissed him and held onto him not wanting to be let go but this time, there was just nothing. She didn’t feel anything that she had felt before. It was empty.
She pulled away a little only to kiss him again, a little tease against his lips.
“I don’t need you,” she told him, her face dangerously close to his and she smiled, a little too wickedly as she stepped back.
“Like I said, go on.” As much as she would have loved to tease him a bit more, he was getting rather sad and pathetic and it was killing whatever good vibes she did have. She wasn’t here to tell him that everything would be alright - although she could. Because to her, everything was alright. It was Theo who was a Debbie Downer in such a way that Molly almost wanted to laugh in his face.
Stepping backwards, she watched him. He was such a gorgeous man to her, still but it wasn’t enough to make her want to stay. She gave him a bit of a wave before she turned around and walked away. She waited to hear if he would follow but it seemed that he finally got it through his head that she wasn’t here for him. She didn’t want him. And she didn’t love him.
It would be something she would regret if or when this was all over.