They all watch in relief as The Flayed crashed on to the mall floor. They had did it. The Gate was closed.
A whine sounded, pained and pitiful, a scent swimming in fear filling the air with it. Omega.
Omega in need of protection.
Steve turned, eyes blazing red in search of the sorce of the sound and smell. He could see Mike, Robin, Max, and even Erica (who had only presented last month) turning as well. Searching.
His eyes landed on Billy’s prone body laying next to where Eleven sat. Billy who had only ever smelt strongly of Alpha. He watched as Billy’s chest shuddered with another gut wrenching, keening whine. He scambled forward, almost skidding on his knees when he reached Billy's side.
"Billy?" He questioned frantically. Billy whimpered. "Fuck, fuck! Go get something to stop the bleeding!" He ordered the others. They all dispersed quickly except for Max and Eleven. "Billy, Billy can you hear me?" Another whine left Billy’s throat, his eyes glassy and distant. Unseeing. “Billy, I need you to focus. Look at me, Billy." The blonde simply whined again as if he hadn’t even heard Steve.
Will and Lucas came back with stacks of clothing, Nancy had a bucket full of water and paper towels, Jonathan had found a pair of scissors, and Dustin had found duct tape and pins. Erica informed them that Robin ran off to find a payphone to call 911 and wait for Hopper and Joyce to come back. Mike took a damp towel and a scarf from the clothes pile.
"El, you’re bleeding again." He said to her quietly. "Let me help you get cleaned up." She nodded but her eyes never left Billy’s body. Steve let Nancy and Jonathan worry about the wounds while he tried to hold Billy’s attention.
"Omega!" He finally called out as a last resort. His voice strong and firm with the rumble of a growl. An alpha’s demand for an omega’s undivided attention. "Look at me!" Billy’s eyes snapped to Steve’s face and he whimpered again.
"Alpha." He gasped. "It hurts."
"I know, I know." Steve crooned. "I need you to be a good omega for me though. I need you to stay awake, okay? Keep your eyes open and look at me."
"M sorry." Billy choked out, mouth stained red with blood. "Don’t wanna be bad, never wanted to be bad. Please Alpha, please don’ be mad at me." This time the whine that leaves his throat has a pleading edge to it. Begging for forgiveness.
"Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad." Steve reassured him. "You’re being so good Omega, so good for me."
"Good for Alpha." Billy agreed deliriously. "I can be a good little omega for Alpha."
It felt like an eternity of Billy bleeding out and Steve whispering praise before the mall was suddenly flooded with soldiers. Steve bit down hard on his lip to stop the snarl that wanted to rip through his chest as they neared Billy. They were going to help, they were the only ones who could save him. He watched with glaring eyes and bared teeth as a group of paramedics loaded Billy on to a stretcher and began to wheel him away.
The whining was back again, louder and incessant, and Billy was trying to move despite all his injuries.
“Alpha?!” He called out. “Where? Where Alpha?!”
“Calm down.” The paramedics tried to soothe him.
“Alpha! Alpha!” Billy cried out hysterically. Steve pushed his way forward, hand going to the crook of Billy’s neck when he reached him.
“It’s okay.” He soothed. “Shh, it’s okay.” Billy began to relax and Steve turned slightly to look at the paramedics. “May I come too?”
One of them agreed, ushering him into the back with Billy and two other paramedics.
Steve’s hand never left Billy’s skin.
