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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Stiles_Stilinski/Jackson_Whittemore, Aiden/
      Lydia_Martin, Ethan/Danny_Mahealani, Allison_Argent/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Allison_Argent, Lydia_Martin,
      Jackson_Whittemore, Isaac_Lahey, Vernon_Boyd, Erica_Reyes, Aiden_(Teen
      Wolf), Ethan_(Teen_Wolf), Peter_Hale, Chris_Argent, Melissa_McCall, John
      Stilinski, Alan_Deaton, Marin_Morrell, Braeden_(Teen_Wolf), Danny
      Mahealani, Kira_Yukimura
  Additional Tags:
      Songfic, 'Energy'_-_Keri_Hilson, domestic_abuse, Suicide_Attempts,
      Deaths, Blood, Heartbreak, Tears, Miscarriage, Infidelity, Bloodplay,
      Bruises, Rape, Forced_Sex, Underage_Sex, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Blowjobs,
      handjobs, Fingering, Mpreg, Forced_Pregnancy, Wolf_Rage, Abused_Stiles,
      Mother_Stiles, Alpha_Derek, Father_derek, Beta_Scott, Beta_Isaac, Beta
      Ethan, Beta_Aiden, Beta_Boyd, Beta_Erica, Beta_Jackson, Beta_Peter,
      Hunter_Allison, hunter_Chris, Banshee_Lydia
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-22 Updated: 2016-01-31 Chapters: 5/? Words: 9000
****** Taking All of My Energy ******
by XxIceColdRainxX
Summary
     Stiles Stilinski was the boy who was abused by his drunkard father.
     Stiles Stilinski was the boy who was saved by his Werewolf boyfriend.
     Stiles Stilinski is the boy who is getting abused by his Werewolf
     boyfriend.
     Derek is the antagonist in Stiles' life nowadays, especially since
     he's gotten so possessive and abusive toward him for his mistakes and
     sarcasm. Derek has a mate, a large pack of beta's, a banshee, a
     hunter and a druid. He's the most powerful Alpha Wolf in all of
     Beacon Hills. Though, he wants more...Like a child of his own. Stiles
     can deliver that. Everyone in Derek's pack, however, want to try and
     break free of the crazed Alpha, and to save Stiles mainly. Can they
     succeed in that?
Notes
     Hello everyone, I wanted to make this story out of wanting to write a
     'Sterek' abuse fic for a long time. I know it sounds scary and
     heartbreaking, but trust me, it may be worth reading! I'm basing it
     around this song that's not really about abuse, which is 'Energy' by
     Keri Hilson. I'm unsure of how long I want to make this story, but I
     know I want it over at least 15 chapters at the most. There's the
     warnings, read them! And, there's a happy ending! Not spoiling on how
     it ends though, hope you enjoy this small preview I have for it right
     now, working on the next chapter and attempting to make it much
     longer.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Runaway *****
"Your dad won't hurt you anymore."
"I know...I, I just can't believe..."
"It's okay, Stiles." Derek mumbled softly into Stiles' ear, holding the boy
close to his chest and nuzzled his ear. The two watched as Stiles' house was
invaded by policemen and EMT's. Derek narrowed his eyes at the body exiting out
of the household, revealing to be John Stilinski.
"What the hell do I do now, Derek?!" Stiles felt tears begin to form in his
eyes as he watched the EMT's take his father's lifeless body to the ambulance
vehicle. Derek stayed silent, merely watching the scene, but soon spoke up when
he noticed Stiles staring up at him. "What do I do now...?"
"You stay with me, simple as that." Derek offered a small smile to Stiles,
noticing the boy's change in mood.
"Right..." Stiles softly said, shifting himself in Derek's arms. The
ambulance's siren was the last thing they heard that night.
===============================================================================
5 Months Later...
"Derek, stop, stop!"
"Why the hell are you running, Stiles?!"
"You're scaring me!" Stiles quickly ran out of the loft that was Derek's place,
having escaped through the man's grasp as he tried to grab him. Derek let out a
roar, startling Stiles yet again as the boy continued running.
"Someone, help me!"
"Stiles!"
"Help, help me, please!" Stiles was running down the street now, desperately
trying to find someone, anyone. The boy suddenly came across a shop that was
barely closing, one of the workers being inside and sweeping up the floor.
Stiles quickly banged his hand against the glass door, screaming out and
gaining the attention of the female worker. "Help! Please, open up! Please!"
"Oh, my god, what's--"
"Please, just open up! Please, please, please!"
"Okay, okay! Just, just hold on."
"Thank you, thank you!" Stiles quickly ran in and turned, watching as the door
was shut and locked again. The girl turned and nodded, coming close to Stiles
and quickly noticing the features of his face and neck, bruises.
"What's, what's going on, what happened to you?!" The girl's eyes widened as
Stiles turned to face her, showing a bleeding scratch mark on his left cheek, a
black eye and his hair being rugged.
"My...My, boyfriend, he..."
"Oh, he did this to you?!"
"Yes, he's--"
"Let me call 9-1-1," The girl quickly took out her phone and began dialing.
Stiles gasped and quickly slapped it out of her hand, then shoved her back as
something was suddenly thrown into the shop. The object flew through the glass
door and fell to the left of Stiles' frozen body. The girl screamed loudly as
she was suddenly grabbed onto by her shoulders, a rough, large beast being
behind her and scaring her. She turned her eyes to notice the red glow of the
beast's own eyes, and then she was slammed into the floor that was covered with
glass.
"No! Leave her alone! Derek, please!"
"Too late, Stiles! She tried to get between us, she's fucking dying!"
"Derek!" Stiles screamed and watched in horror as Derek stabbed his claws into
her chest, ripping the girl's chest and causing her to vomit blood and bleed
profusely.
"Get the hell over here, Stiles!"
"Derek, please, please, please--"
"Shut the fuck up!" Derek roared into Stiles' face, throwing the boy down and
getting on top of him. The Alpha wolf side of Derek was clearly taking over
right now, as Stiles felt the familiar poke of something against his ass.
"Not here, please, not here..."
"Why not? You came here on your own, clearly not wanting to do it back at the
loft." Derek growled lowly and rubbed his nose against the boy's neck, scenting
him. The Alpha wolf felt at peace with the scent of Stiles' body, giving off a
sweet, young scent that was almost vanilla like.
"I...I didn't want it, at that time, Derek."
"And you do now?"
"Y-Yes...I do, now."
"Good, that's all that matters." Derek quickly stood up, soon leaning down and
scooping the boy up in his arms. "Let's go."
"But what about--"
"No. She's dead. Someone'll find her, not our problem now."
"But--" Stiles was suddenly silenced by Derek's hand over his mouth, the man's
fingers slipping in.
"Suck, that way they'll be ready to slide inside you when we get back." Derek
chuckled darkly and felt the boy begin to do as he was told. Stiles tasted the
blood on his fingers and gagged lightly, feeling the tears in his eyes build up
again. "Like that taste of blood, Stiles? You caused that, you made her die."
Derek's eyes flashed his Alpha red color as Stiles stayed silent, knowing it
was useless to argue with Derek.
"I'm sorry..." Stiles had mumbled after a few minutes, the two being right
outside the place where Derek's loft was.
"It's alright, I forgive you."
***** Healing *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles is bandaged up and the group speaks about the current
     situation.
"We're home!"
"Oh, god." Scott whispered and turned to face the doorway, where Derek was
holding Stiles bridal style, the two having blood on themselves. The rest of
the group turned to face the door as well, watching with slight horror at the
scene.
"Everyone, Stiles here is back home and safe. Get him stitched up and tend to
his wounds, I don't want my mate in pain." Derek commanded his beta's, walking
toward the center table that stood next to the large window. The moonlight
shined onto Stiles' body as he was laid down on the table. Allison, Scott,
Erica and Lydia quickly came up to him, asking him some questions and obtaining
some bandages. The rest of the group stood silent, some staring or glaring at
Derek.
"What happened this time?" Jackson was the one to ask, anger in his tone. Derek
turned, a smile on his face as he faced Jackson, and spoke softly.
"He tried to run again, but I got him before he could get too far."
"Ever wonder why?"
"Jackson." Peter spoke up, entering the conversation now. Derek gave a dark
chuckle and shook his head, pacing around his beta. Peter now grew silent,
knowing well enough his nephew was planning on doing something right then and
there.
"No, Peter, I've had enough of this. He treats Stiles like shit!"
"What does it matter to you how I treat him, Jackson?"
"He's pack, treating him--" Jackson was starting to speak, but was soon punched
hard in the left cheek, falling back and onto the floor. Everyone stayed silent
as the incident happened, with the other beta's watching in sadness. Allison
and Lydia continued stitching up Stiles and wiping away the blood. Erica, Scott
and Isaac quickly walked to Jackson, helping him up.
"Enough of this bullshit, Jackson, I know why you care for Stiles' well-being,
it's cause you fucking like him, don't you?" Derek's words pierced through
everyone's ears, and panic began to flood. Jackson was not afraid though, but
knew that because he was a beta, he couldn't disobey or go against his Alpha.
"And what if I do?"
"Well, that's just too fucking bad. He's not yours, is he, Jackson?"
"Jackson, please, don't." Erica spoke, tugging on the beta's arm and trying to
get him to budge from his spot. Jackson stood tall, keeping himself calm and
collected.
"No, he isn't. But he deserves someone like me, that's visible enough. He
doesn't need an abusive fucking asshole like you." Jackson growled now, acting
defiant. Derek chuckled once again, his eyes flashing their Alpha red color.
"Stay down, beta. I have power over you, you know that, right?"
"It's not enough, I can still break through it."
"It still works, though." Derek then roared, striking fear into everyone in the
loft. Jackson shuddered at the roar, which was directed toward him. He then
began to whimper softly, looking like more of an omega now. "Pathetic little
shit, you know better than to go against me. I'll let it slide this time, but
next time, I'll make sure you pay the consequences."
"Jackson..." Scott looked down at Jackson, who was now on his knees, nodding to
Derek's statement.
"Yes, sorry, Alpha." Jackson spoke through clenched teeth. It wasn't him
talking, he knew that. It was his inner wolf, who totally cowered to Derek's
wolf.
"Now get the hell out of my sight, all of you!" Derek commanded, watching the
movement around him as they quickly exited out of the loft. He quickly turned
his head to Lydia, glaring at the girl. "Except you, you stay here. Tend to
Stiles."
"I, yes, okay." Lydia stopped, quickly turning on her heels and walking back
toward Stiles. The boy was awake and bandaged up, merely laying on the table
now and staring up at the ceiling. She rested a hand onto his right arm,
smiling down at him as he looked back. He did nothing but shift his eyes back
to the ceiling.
"He's not bleeding anymore, is he?"
"No, uh, he's all better, actually."
"He better be." Derek suddenly came up to the table now, looking down at
Stiles. He noticed the boy was looking elsewhere and quickly grabbed onto his
chin, forcing him to look at the man. Lydia watched in silence, the fear she
had of Derek increasing in that moment. "Look at me, Stiles. You alright?"
"Yes." Stiles simply said, forcing a fake smile. Derek took that and smiled
back, his hand soon moving to the side and stroking the boy's cheek.
"Good. I was worried."
"You can leave, Lydia." Derek softly said, feeling his heart filled with
complete joy. Lydia quickly nodded and began to walk away, giving a small wave
goodbye to the two as she exited. Stiles waved back, sitting up and feeling
Derek's hand pulling him close. The man looked down at his mate, forming a
smile as he inhaled and scented the boy. "I love you."
"I love you too..."
"Stiles, please, don't be like that. I just get like this 'cause you disobey
me, or anger me."
"I know." Stiles' voice was weak, as if he had lost it during all the screaming
he had done when he was being chased. Derek gave a gentle sigh and buried his
nose into the boy's hair, closing his eyes.
"I'm sorry..."
"It's fine, Derek, really." Stiles felt his eyes forming tears, and soon, they
ran down his cheeks. The two stayed in the same position for a few more
minutes, and soon Stiles began to embrace the man now.
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"What the hell is wrong with Derek?" Allison walked beside Jackson, Isaac and
Scott, the three boys silent as Allison spoke. "He's gotten so angry nowadays,
and started being more of a dick."
"And abusing Stiles." Isaac chimed, looking at the three and earning some
concerning looks.
"He's probaly, stressed or something." Scott said, attempting to defend his
Alpha. "I know for sure he doesn't mean to hurt Stiles."
"Then why the hell does he do it?" Allison sighed and stopped walking, staring
at Scott with a hint of a glare. "He's your best friend, Scott! You aren't
defending him, or even helping him for that matter."
"I know that, Allison! But Derek, he..."
"He scares you."
"Not just me, all of us."
"Us?" Allison questioned, but soon, the small group was joined by the other
beta's and Lydia. Peter was the one who began to speak.
"My nephew, our Alpha, he commands us to stay put or stay out of things. He's
commanded Jackson and Scott to stay away from Stiles at all cost, as well as
not helping him. It's not their fault." Peter looked between Scott and Allison,
the girl suddenly realizing how antagonistic she sounded.
"I didn't even think about that, I'm sorry, Scott." She turned, facing Scott,
who merely nodded and sighed.
"It's fine, Allison. But, like she was saying, we all need to do something to
help him. He's helped all of us when Derek took it out on us and not him."
Scott looked to the snow-covered ground and began to memorized when Stiles
tended to their wounds. It was before Stiles was abused, a more simpler time,
they all called it.
"I know, but the best we can do right now is follow Derek's orders and help
Stiles in small ways." Peter clenched his teeth and felt anger fill him. He
still couldn't believe how much his dear nephew has changed since last year.
"You guys, that's not the only thing to worry about." Lydia suddenly spoke up,
alarming the others with her statement.
"What? What are you talking about, Lydia?" Peter asked with a raise of his
eyebrow. Lydia looked to the side, pondering if she should alert them of what
she had heard a few days earlier.
"Uh, well. I'm, I'm not sure if I heard it clearly, but...I did hear the
mention of Derek wanting a child." Lydia sounded unsure, and a bit scared at
the thought. Quickly, everyone turned their attention from her to Peter, who
looked simply afraid.
"Are you positive you heard this, Lydia?"
"Yeah, I, at least, I think so."
"If he is planning on wanting a child, Stiles is in trouble." Peter sighed
heavily and was soon interrupted by Jackson.
"What are you talking about, 'in trouble'? What's going to happen?!"
"Stiles will be impregnated, that's what."
"How? That's impossible." Allison quickly stated her input, earning a chuckle
from the older man. Everyone seemed a bit irritated and confused, but looked to
Peter for an explanation.
"Not in this little Supernatural world of ours, my dear. Stiles will be able to
get pregnant, if the Werewolf is an Alpha, which Derek is." Peter chuckled
again, but was soon met with glares and shocked faces. "I am not kidding about
this, kids. Stiles is in severe danger, I'm not even sure how he would be able
to birth the child. It isn't any better knowing that Derek will be abusing him
more than likely."
"He won't, not unless he goes through me." Jackson growled, earning some
sympathetic looks from the others. Peter sighed and shook his head.
"Silly boy, what did I just say earlier? Derek's commanded you to stay away
from Stiles, so you wouldn't be able to throw yourself in front of the boy when
Derek throws a punch!"
"Like I said earlier, I can break through it! His Alpha commands are slipping
on me, more than likely 'cause I'm more rebellious toward them. My wolf refuses
to listen to Derek's wolf on most occasions."
"But definitely not this one." Isaac commented, earning a glare from the beta.
Peter sighed and simply face a shrug of his shoulders.
"Well, suit yourself. We cannot let Derek impregnate Stiles either way, I'm not
sure if he's read to be a pack mother yet."
"Pack mother?" Erica spoke now, raising an eyebrow and smirking at Peter. The
older wolf gave a nod and a small smile.
"Technically, since Stiles is Derek's mate, he's considered a pack mother to
all of you." A few of the beta's looked confused, while Isaac grinned brighly,
and Lydia was smiling a little.
"That's adorable." She commented.
"So I technically have a family, awesome." Isaac felt complete joy enter into
him, but it melted away quickly at the sudden memory of Derek beating Stiles on
some occasions.
"Yes, yes, big, happy family." Peter rolled his eyes and sighed. "It's Stiles'
decision, though, on if he would want to be pregnant with Derek's child."
"Of course it's his decision, doing it without his consent would technically be
considered rape!" Jackson let out a growl, beginning to change into his
werewolf form. Allison and Lydia quickly patted his shoulders, calming him down
from his anger. Peter gave a nod to Jackson's statement.
"The boy's right about the rape part."
"Derek wouldn't do that..." Allison spoke, but then looked concerned. "Would
he?"
"Oh, he would, but, there's not really much we can do unless we get that baby
idea out of Derek's head." Peter chuckled and imagined the thought of his
nephew having a son of his own. It was an adorable sight, and could be obtained
easily, if there wasn't the problem of Derek's rage and abuse.
"I guess that's our task, then." Scott noted, looking to his fellow beta's,
Allison and Lydia. They all nodded and quickly split in different directions,
all of them living elsewhere. Except Isaac, who simply walked back to the loft.
===============================================================================
"Not tonight?"
"Derek...I'm hurt." Stiles mumbled, suddenly feeling Derek behind him. The boy
felt the man's erection poking at his ass cheek, since the two slept naked, it
was a thing Derek thought would be best for them to do. Stiles agreed to it in
the past, since they wanted sex daily, but, nowadays, it was more of a
nuisance.
"Still doesn't mean you can't take my load." Derek chuckled and nuzzled the
back of Stiles' neck, the boy shivering and closing his eyes. "Come on,
Stiles."
"Derek, please...I, I don't want to."
"Stiles...At least give me a handjob?"
"Gross." Isaac had walked into the floor and shut the door, locking it behind
him. He heard their conversation, since they were just upstairs. The teenage
wolf quickly made his way toward the sofa nearby, throwing off his jacket and
shoes. He continued listening, but was soon shocked by the sound he heard.
Slick, moving sounds and Derek's moans.
"Oh, God, Stiles...You do it so good, ah," Derek shifted in his spot, feeling
his cock engulfed by Stiles' mouth. The boy was doing this to merely settle the
erection Derek had, and had no intention of getting off himself. He was more
shocked by how Derek had quickly forgotten the chase they had earlier.
"Mm." Stiles mumbled gently, his tongue trailing along Derek's shaft and
placing soft kisses along the base of the man's cock. He then shifted around
the area, soon nuzzling into the mess of pubes Derek had, earning a soft
chuckle from the older man.
"Glad you still remember I love when you do that." Derek rested himself in his
bed, staring up at the ceiling and continuing to feel the boy's tongue on his
dick.
"You going to feed me soon?" Stiles spoke gently and seductively, quickly
thinking he would get through this faster if he faked his interest in it. Derek
grinned down at his mate and chuckled again.
"Just keep sucking, babe, and you'll get your sweet juice soon."
"Better." Stiles gave a fake smile and went back down onto the man's cock,
pushing the hard length down his throat and suckling on the head. He rolled his
tongue now, flicking his tongue on the man's piss slit. Derek suddenly began to
shudder and felt his cock twitch. The boy felt this and prepared for the man's
load, knowing he had no choice but to swallow it, as he always done in the past
when there was no abuse or hurt.
"Oh, fuck, Stiles!" Derek suddenly brought his hands up, gripping onto the
boy's head and pushing him down onto his cock. The man began to shoot out a few
loads of sticky, warm cum down his mate's young throat. Stiles felt the drops
shoot down his throat and the drops on his tongue, swallowing it all
immediately and letting out a gentle moan. Whether he liked to admit it or not,
he always loved Derek's cum.
"Well, technically, my parents were fucking." Isaac said to himself and began
to drift to sleep through his "parens'" conversation. His eyes soon closed and
he dreamt of how happier it would be if Derek was happy and enjoyable most of
the time, instead of how he is now.
"I love you." Derek spoke gently into Stiles' ear, tugging the boy close and
resting him onto his chest. Stiles felt the man's chest hair rub against his
cheek as he was placed there, but soon felt calm and eventually, safe, once
again. This is how it always was, after their sexual activities, they rested in
complete happiness...Nowadays, it was more of Stiles suffering through Derek's
erection and forced to sleep and dream of a better tomorrow...
***** Unexpected *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles is met with a breakfast prepared for him, and then shocked
     from a conversation with Derek.
Six months ago...
"I can handle it, Derek," Stiles sighed shakily, bringing his hands up to his
face and feeling at a new bruise above his right eye. All the boy could hear
was a ferocious growling behind him, and estimated that Derek was probably
close to shifting by now.
"Stiles, I told you before, I can go over there and end it all, right now, all
you have to do is say yes." Derek spoke lowly, soon making his way over toward
Stiles. The boy stood there, continuing to feel the bruise, but soon began to
speak.
"No, not yet. I can still--"
"He's not going to change, Stiles!"
"He will! He can, I know he can. I just...He's been drinking, that's all. I can
stop that...When he's sober, he's just...Lifeless." Stiles felt a tear fall
from his eye and quickly wiped it away. Stiles' father went straight downhill
after his mother's death, and that was years ago. He's worse now, beginning to
beat Stiles out of rage and figuring his son had something to do with his
wife's death and every other problem he had.
"Lifeless or not, he still hurt you. He deserves to die!"
"Derek, it's sweet knowing that you'd kill anyone that'd lay a hand on me, but
really, I don't want you to kill him or anything! He's my dad!"
"He's a waste of a life now." Derek spoke the truth, narrowing his eyes at
Stiles' shocked face. "You and I both know it, Stiles. You just refuse to admit
it, just because he's your dad and he's all you have. You have more than him,
Stiles!" Derek raised his fist, smashing it into a nearby wall and letting out
a struggled growl.
"Derek...Don't hurt yourself." Stiles felt tears in his eyes, everything Derek
had said was right. He had Derek now, and that's what really mattered. His dad
was nothing to him anymore, just another waste of a life, like Derek said.
"You have me now, Stiles..."
"I know..."
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"Stiles, you awake?"
"Huh?" Stiles jolted awake, sitting up in his and Derek's bed with fear running
through him. He quickly turned his head left and right, noticing Derek was gone
and Isaac sitting in front of him with a smile. "Oh...Yeah, I am now, thanks."
Stiles spoke with a hint of irritation.
"Sorry, I just, thought you were awake."
"I understand that. What do you want, Isaac?"
"I was going to ask if you wanted some breakfast...Derek and the Beta's left to
go deal with a problem that concerned a few hunters that were spotted in the
area." Isaac stood up, offering his hand to Stiles. The boy took it, being
helped up and soon followed the wolf boy out of the room they were in and
downstairs.
"Oh." Stiles could only say, and he barely noticed his blanket that he covered
himself with. It was cold in the loft, but today felt colder for an odd reason.
"Lydia, Allison! You guys done? Stiles and I are coming down." Isaac turned and
gave another smile to Stiles as he followed him.
"Just about." Allison commented on her progess of the breakfast, placing down a
plate full of eggs, bacon and sausage for Stiles.
"Pancakes are coming right up!" Lydia spoke with glee, quickly walking back
toward the stove and checking on them. Allison gave a nod of her head toward
the plate, then looked to Stiles.
"This...Is all for me?" Stiles rose an eyebrow, unsure of what was happening at
the moment. Isaac, Allison and Lydia all nodded in unison.
"Yup, it is. It's...A sort of 'thank you' for helping us in all of our pervious
times when Derek was being an angry Alpha." Allison smiled, soon sitting
herself beside Stiles and watching him. "Go ahead, eat."
"Uh...Alright, I guess." Stiles lifted his fork up and stabbed at the eggs,
getting a portion caught in his fork as he raised it up to his mouth. He stared
blankly at Allison, Isaac and now Lydia, who all stared at him with
anticipation. "What?" Stiles managed to say through his open mouth.
"Do you like it?" Allison asked.
"I didn't eat it yet." Stiles narrowed his eyes at the girl, then moved them to
stare at Isaac. Finally, he chomped down onto the eggs, chewing and tasting
them with a plain face. After swallowing, Stiles suddenly beamed. "Wow."
"They're good?"
"More than."
"Excellent!" Allison grinned brightly, watching Stiles as he began to devour
the egg portion of the plate, then moved onto the bacon and sausage within' a
minute.
"Don't get full yet, you still have my pancakes to taste!" Lydia suddenly came
over, a plate full of pancakes that were stacked ontop of one another. There
was a total of five. "One for me, one for Allison, one for Isaac and two for
you, Stiles." Lydia laid out three more plates, placing one pancake on each,
and when Stiles was finished with his plate, the two pancakes made for him
quickly covered it.
"Thanks, Lydia." Stiles said through his mouthful of food.
"Don't do that." Lydia quickly said, earning a laugh from Isaac and Allison.
The four ate in silence, besides nearing the moans of delight coming from
Stiles as he ate.
"So good!" Stiles beamed, smiling with chunks of pancakes in his teeth.
"Don't do that either." Lydia turned her head, not wanting to watch as Stiles
went total carnivore on his pancakes.
"He's actually happy," Allison suddenly whispered to Lydia, then turned to
Isaac, who heard them clearly and gave a nod.
"Yeah...For once." Lydia smiled to herself, remembering the time before the
Sheriff began abusing him that he was acting like this daily. She also
remembered the short period where he was like this as well...Before Derek began
to grow out of control of his anger and Alpha dominance.
"Glad we did this." Isaac suddenly spoke, earning a smile from the two girls
who agreed silently.
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"What do you mean, you lost them?!"
"They...They went that way, Derek, and like, disappeared!"
"You expect me to believe that? They were probably right in front of your eyes,
but you and Jackson were too blind to fucking see it!" Derek growled loudly,
his eyes burning red as he eyed Scott and Jackson. The two boys stood in front
of him, with Scott looking ashamed and Jackson with his usual pissed off look.
"Derek, they tried their best. It's not a big deal if hunters are out and
about, as long as they don't come back to us." Peter's words calmed Derek a
little, but the man stilled singed with anger.
"Let's go back, we won't be able to find the hunters without a plan." Erica
spoke words of truth, earning some nods from her fellow beta as they awaited on
their Alpha's decision.
"Fine, let's go back. But tonight, we will start searching." Derek didn't face
his beta's as he spoke his command, immediately walking away from the group.
The beta's then followed in silence, unsure of why Derek was so set on finding
the hunters.
"What's up with him? He was never like this when hunters came a few months
back." Scott leaned next to Peter, the older wolf giving a sigh and a worried
look.
"Wolves only react to hunters like this if they have a family, such as little
cubs."
"You think--"
"Yes, and he's probably going to bring it up to Stiles as soon as we get back."
Peter gave a sigh again, quickly thinking over what to do in his head. "I'd say
we try and divert him from the idea, but, it may be too late."
"Stiles can refuse, you know that, right?"
"He can, but that won't stop Derek."
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"So..."
"So?"
"So." Isaac grinned to Stiles, the boy sitting on the couch and having his
blanket wrapped around himself still. The wolf boy scooted closer, placing his
head onto the boy's shoulder with his grin still present.
"What the hell are you doing?" Stiles rose a brow, unsure of what was exactly
happening right now. Allison and Lydia had left to the store a few minutes ago,
leaving the two boys alone. But, Stiles had a strange feeling that Isaac was
trying to come onto him.
"Nothing." Isaac rubbed his nose up against Stiles' neck, inhaling the boy's
scent and immediately recognizing the mix of Derek's scent with him.
"Dude, stop." Stiles' heartbeat started to race as Isaac did what he did, the
wolf boy immediately stopping and pulling himself away.
"Sorry."
"Uh, it's alright. I think."
"It's just..." Isaac was about to spill out the whole thing Peter had spoke of
last night, the pack mother situation. But, knowing Stiles may not take too
kindly to that, he stopped himself. "Just, some...Random instincts."
"I figured." Stiles turned his eyes to the loft door, which was slid open and
revealing Derek and the beta's behind him. They quickly invaded the loft, going
their separate ways as Derek came toward Stiles and Isaac.
"Stiles, I need to speak with you, right now." Derek spoke lowly, then glanced
toward Isaac and raising an eyebrow. "Why do you smell like..."
"I, I was scenting, Stiles."
"What...For?"
"Derek, let's go." Stiles suddenly shoved Derek lightly, making him lose focus
of Isaac and his anger quickly slipped away. The boy glanced to Isaac, who gave
a small, awkward smile and a nod of thanks. Stiles merely looked back to where
he was going, which was upstairs, and Derek following close behind him. Soon,
the two were in their room, sitting on their bed and holding each other's
hands. Derek was the first to speak after the moment of silence.
"I...I wanted to tell you something, Stiles."
"Which is?"
"Please, don't get snappy with me." Derek gave a tight grip to Stiles' hand,
earning a small, shaky sigh from the boy in response.
"Okay...What is it, Derek?"
"There's...There's this, uh, legend that I read about...Well, what my mother
had told me about." Derek licked his drying lips, looking down at Stiles' hand
as he held it, the boy looking at him with a concerned look.
"What's the legend? Come on, tell me, don't be scared." Stiles watched closely
as Derek looked up, a small smile on his face.
"Right, well...The legend states that an Alpha werewolf, me, can impregnate...A
girl, or a boy, with their child and...Well, that's pretty much it." Derek
swallowed hard, hoping to God himself that Stiles wouldn't try to refuse his
suggestion of them having a child. It's what he wanted, really, he could start
the Hale pack all over again...With someone he loved dearly.
"I...See..." Stiles spoke slowly, giving another shaky sigh and swallowing. His
heartbeat began to rise, Derek noticed, and he was shaking slightly. Derek knew
what this meant, Stiles wanted to say what he really felt, but knew it wouldn't
matter. Derek was the antagonist in Stiles' life now, Derek knew that. It hurt.
"Stiles, please, tell me what you really feel...Don't lie to me, I won't get
mad..."
"I...Don't know yet...I just don't, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to think of
it."
"Good things would be helpful." Derek joked lightly, but got nothing from the
boy.
"I don't know what to say right now, that's what I feel. Please, Derek, can I
have some time to think about this? Please?" Stiles' words shot through Derek
so quick, but at least they weren't as hurtful. It just meant Stiles may or may
not be ready for a child yet.
"Fine. You have...Until tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow night?!"
"Yes, Stiles." Derek growled lowly, obtaining a grip on Stiles' hand and
forcing a harder squeeze. Stiles whined out, trying to tug himself away.
"Derek, stop, please, you're hurting me..." Stiles' words shocked Derek from
his angry trance, and he quickly stood and backed away from the boy.
"I'm...I'm sorry!"
"It's fine, Derek..."
"No, no...It's not." Derek watched Stiles' face closely, noticing the bruises.
"I'll be back..." He suddenly said, quickly exiting the room and running down
the steps. When he entered into the room, the beta's were gathered around
Allison and Lydia, who just returned from the store. Jackson noticed Derek
running out of the loft in a flash, looking terrified. That woke something in
Jackson and he immediately broke away from the group and walked over toward the
steps that lead up to Stiles & Derek's room.
"Stiles?" Jackson called out, noticing the half open door that lead into the
room. He quickly walked toward it, soon opening it to find Stiles sitting
there, crying and burying his face into the palms of his hands. "Stiles! Did he
hurt you?! I'm going to fucking kill him!"
"No, Jackson...H-He didn't..."
"Then what the hell did he do? Why are you crying?"
"Jackson..." Stiles spoke softly, still crying a bit. The beta quickly made his
way to the bed, sitting himself beside Stiles and wrapping his right arm around
the boy's waist. He tugged the human toward him, giving soft hushes and hugging
him closely.
"Tell me, Stiles...What happened?"
"He...He wants to have a child, with me..." Stiles' words broke through Jackson
like a parade of bullets. The beta felt anger, sadness and jealousy all in one,
he was frustrated.
"He does?..." Jackson spoke, his words now coming out in struggled whispers.
"Yeah..." Stiles rubbed at his eyes, wiping away the tears. "He's giving me a
day to think about it...Starting five minutes ago." Stiles sat up, sniffling a
little and turning his attention to Jackson. The beta was nodding, staying
silent and looking disturbed.
"I'm...Uh, I need to go speak with someone. I'll be back, okay?"
"You don't need to come back, Jackson...I'm, I might take a nap for a bit..."
"Alright. I'll see you later, then, have a good nap." Jackson offered a smile
to the boy, earning one back as Stiles laid himself down into his and Derek's
bed. Jackson left soon after, rushing down the steps and looking around the
loft for Peter. He found the older man, who was eating a slice of freshly made
pizza. "Peter, we have a problem."
"Do we?"
"We, do!"
"I know, I heard you and Stiles upstairs." Peter chuckled, finishing his pizza
and turning to Jackson with a raised eyebrow. "There is nothing we can do about
it, it's set. All we can do now is wait and see what happens."
"There has to be something, you have more knowledge than Derek."
"Aw, that's sweet. Thank you."
"Shut up, but there has to be something that can change his mind about this!"
Jackson's glare was kept on Peter, the older man narrowing his eyes and staring
back. The two kept their staring contest on for a full minute before Peter
finally spoke up.
"There may be something..."
"What?"
"It's a long shot, but it requires a druid."
"We have Deaton--"
"It requires some dark magic, and Deaton is not the one to use such things."
Peter smiled softly, watching as Jackson was now confused. "But there may be
someone who does use such things."
"Who?"
"Let's just say she's a close relative to Deaton."
***** I Can Help You *****
Chapter Summary
     Stiles awakens to a new day, and must make a decision. Jackson and
     Lydia are the only ones in the loft with the boy, and they hope to
     help him the best way they can.
Chapter Notes
     Finally an update, urgh. This chapter, is sort of...Hnm, I don't
     know. It make me feel sort of sad, and I pretty much just wrote what
     I felt in the moment, and this was the outcome. Ack. Hope you all
     like this chapter, though! (It's sort of short, at least to me it
     is.)
"Tomorrow's here." Stiles stated softly to himself as he rested in bed. He had
his covers wrapped tight around himself, not wanting to get out of bed today.
Derek had already left the loft with the other beta's, all of them still
searching for the unknown hunters in the area. The only ones here were Lydia
and Jackson, and they spoke silently downstairs. Stiles could hear them.
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"What do you mean, change his mind? Like, magically? Magically change his
mind?!" Lydia spoke in a whispered yell, staring at Jackson with a shocked
face. The beta nodded his head, a grin on his face as he continued speaking to
Lydia.
"Yeah, Peter told me that there is the possibility of having a druid place a
spell or some shit over him, to change his mind. About a lot of things,
actually." Jackson spoke with happiness. Knowing there was a way to change
Derek's mind about the whole baby thing, and the small bonus of perhaps
changing Derek's feelings for Stiles as well. 'I'm being selfish, but, Stiles
needs me. He's better with me, not him.' Jackson thought to himself.
"Okay, so how are you going to find a druid to do such a thing? I hardly
believe Deaton would agree to do anything like that." Lydia glared at Jackson,
the man giving a soft shrug and a small smirk.
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps Deaton's sister, Marin, could offer some help. She
'dwells in dark magic', as Peter said."
"Marin? Are you serious?"
"Dead serious, Lydia."
"Well then, good luck with your plan. I'll be planning your funeral." Lydia
rolled her eyes and turned herself, beginning to walk away. Jackson suddenly
extended his hand and rested it onto her shoulder, stopping her.
"What do you mean? Planning my funeral?"
"God, Jackson, are you that stupid? Derek will find out, and once he does, you
will be torn apart, limb from limb!" Lydia began to scream now, furious at the
stupidity that Jackson showed.
"He won't find out! Not unless one of you snitches, and believe me, you will
not tell him a damn thing!" Jackson suddenly had a tight grip on Lydia, giving
a low growl. Lydia stared in disbelief of what Jackson had just done, and anger
coursed through her now.
"Let go of me!" Lydia tugged her arm away, stepping backward and giving herself
space between her and Jackson. "I won't tell Derek anything, because I didn't
hear anything, especially from you."
"Lydia..."
"No, Jackson. I will not be killed! If I'm killed, who will help Stiles?! This
is all about Stiles, we're all going through this hell because Stiles needs to
be saved first. He's our first priority. You can't die on him like that,
because of you being stupid!"
"I know, Lydia! I'm doing this for him!" Jackson growled out, loudly. Suddenly,
the two felt the presence of someone nearby. He made a quick turn, with Lydia
looking past Jackson and noticing Stiles on the staircase.
"Stiles, you're awake..." Lydia broke the utter silence, giving a small smile
to the boy. Jackson merely stood and smiled awkwardly as well, not saying a
thing.
"I am." Stiles said in a dull tone. He shifted his eyes between the girl and
the man in front of him, unsure of what the two were arguing about now. "What's
going on?"
"Nothing. Jackson and I were arguing, again." Lydia glared daggers at the beta.
"Yeah, again." Jackson quickly said after, glaring back at Lydia from his spot.
He then turned to face Stiles, noticing the small nod and gentle yawn from the
boy. "You still tired?"
"Somewhat. I couldn't sleep..."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Just, some things I have to think of." Stiles answered with hesitation. His
eyes began to water at the thought, but he had already decided on what he was
going to do. He decided last night, when Derek had Stiles close to his chest,
and Stiles was torturing himself with different scenarios of his unmade
decision. But, at last, Stiles had decided, and only had to await for Derek to
return to tell him.
"Okay...Do you want anything to eat? I can cook up something." Lydia smiled,
coming close to Stiles and wrapping an arm around him. She guided the sleepy
boy toward the kitchen area, and Jackson ran past, pulling out a stool for
Stiles to sit down.
"I'm okay, just...Some orange juice would be fine." Stiles placed himself into
the stool, shifting until he was comfortable in his spot. Jackson came up
beside Stiles, standing and keeping himself close to Stiles in case anything
bad had happened. Lydia immediately walked toward the fridge, opening the door
and pulling out the orange juice. She quickly poured Stiles a glass of the
juice, then placed it in front of the boy and placed the juice back into the
fridge.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, Jackson, I am fine...I promise."
"Okay, good." Jackson softly smiled, and without thinking, began to lean in
close to Stiles to scent him. Stiles quickly shoved Jackson backward, staring
up at him with widened eyes. Lydia watched the sight in silence. "Oh, shit,
I'm-I'm sorry, Stiles."
"It's fine, please, just, never again...Derek, would know." Stiles shivered
with fear at the thought. Derek's anger, it matched to a raging bull, and
Stiles always got injured because of it.
"Right, yeah, I'm sorry."
"You can stop apologizing, Jackson."
"I know, Lydia." Jackson glared toward Lydia, the girl giving a small sigh and
a shake of her head.
"I'd rather be left alone for right now, though..." Stiles spoke softly as he
stood up from his seat, beginning to make his way back toward the staircase.
Jackson immediately ran into Stiles' path, stopping the boy from taking a step
further.
"No, Stiles...You shouldn't let this shit get to you,"
"Easy for you to say, you aren't the one stuck with a decision."
"I know, but, I could help with this situation." Jackson suddenly spoke up,
shifting his eyes toward Lydia, who was wide-eyed and nearly gasping. Stiles
rose an eyebrow at the man in front of him, unsure of what he meant by
'helping'.
"How can you help me? There is absolutely nothing you can do...Unless you kill
Derek." Stiles mumbled the ending of his sentence, feeling a shiver run down
his spine at the thought.
"I would, but I'd likely die myself." Jackson tried to joke, but it failed. He
only earned a blank stare from Stiles, who was still awaiting for Jackson's
answer to his question. "Right, anyways. It's not just me that'll help, Peter
too!"
"Shut the hell up, Jackson!" Lydia mouthed toward Jackson, a glare on her face
and her hands formed into fists. Jackson was still confused as to why she was
telling him to shut up. Stiles gasped lightly, now very confused at the mention
of Peter helping him.
"If this is a joke, Jackson, it isn't funny."
"It isn't! I swear!"
"Peter would never help me, he's always enjoyed my suffering."
"Sadistic assholes can have a change of heart, Stiles." Jackson smirked,
keeping his eyes set in with Stiles' as he stared up at him with a small hint
of happiness. This made Jackson's inner wolf howl with excitement.
"Excuse us, Stiles. Jackson will meet you upstairs, shortly." Lydia practically
growled at Jackson, shoving the beta wolf away from Stiles. The boy merely
observed, his hopes suddenly crashing and burning, like everything else around
him.
"Um, okay..." Stiles simply said, making his way up the staircase and toward
him and Derek's room. Lydia and Jackson, downstairs, began to argue.
"You idiot! Don't tell him about the plan!"
"Why not?! He was happy, Lydia! Actually happy!"
"I know!...But, he can't know yet. If we tell him, Derek will know something's
up, and the whole plan will turn to shit with an Alpha wolf hell bent on
killing you and Peter!" Lydia shivered with a deep fear of hearing the whispers
of their incoming death. Jackson stood there, unsure of what to say or think
after what Lydia had just said. "Please, just wait until we can actually set
the plan into full motion, then we can tell Stiles the good news. Okay?"
"Yeah...I know, I understand." Jackson nodded his head, immediately agreeing
with everything Lydia was telling him. He couldn't be careless or stupid in
this situation, Stiles' life was on the line, as well as the rest of the pack.
"Go ahead." Lydia suddenly said out of the blue.
"Huh?" Jackson focused his vision on Lydia, blinking his eyes in confusion. The
girl smiled at him, giving a soft nod toward the staircase.
"I know what you want to do, you can do that. I'm sure he'll need it..."
"You do? I, well, yeah...Alright."
"You two have roughly a few hours before the pack comes back." Lydia turned,
walking toward the kitchen to prepare a late lunch for the returning pack.
Jackson gave a nod, quickly jogging up the staircase and toward Stiles and his
Alpha's room. The beta wolf could quickly begin to smell the mixed scent of
both of them at the entrance of their room. Jackson did a quick knock,
wondering if Stiles would answer after what had just happened. Sure enough, he
did, and Jackson felt the strong, mixed scents slam into his face as Stiles
opened the door with a small smile.
"I'd prefer to be left alone right now..."
"No, Stiles. You don't, you need someone to comfort you..."
"Sleep's what helps me nowadays." Stiles joked lightly, but only frowned at his
statement. Jackson narrowed his eyes at Stiles' face, quickly moving forward
and wrapping his arms around Stiles, giving the boy a tight hug. Stiles gasped
lightly at the action, and then fear ran through his veins at the sudden
touching from Jackson. "Jackson, please stop. Get off of me."
"No, Stiles...I don't care, I'll take the blame. You need someone, and I'm that
someone. Please, just let me..."
"Jackson..." Stiles attempted to repeat his same statement, but felt his eyes
suddenly flood with tears. His cheeks were soon covered with streaming tears
that eventually fell onto Jackson's T-shirt, but the beta did not mind. He only
wanted Stiles to feel safe and comfortable.
"Let it out, Stiles. I'm here, you're safe..."
"Jackson...Please, save me from this." Stiles' voice cracked as he began to
submit to his emotions. Jackson tighened himself around Stiles, resting his
chin on top of the boy's head of hair. Stiles kept his face buried into
Jackson's chest, letting out soft sniffles and gentle whines. The beta felt his
heart ache at the sound of Stiles' crying, and he wanted to do nothing more
than to save Stiles from all of this and give him a new life.
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"We all feel the same way, Stiles." Lydia spoke to herself as she stood in the
kitchen, her eyes also teary and her hands shaking lightly. She heard the
gentle whispers that told of death's next victims, and the name she heard
brought absolute shock to her. "No...That can't be..." Lydia whispered as she
stared into the blur of darkness in the corner of the kitchen. The voices began
to grow louder, stating the name over and over again to Lydia...
***** They Will All Die *****
Chapter Summary
     N/A.
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"Stiles, you need to hurry and get out of here!"
"I-I can't, I can't leave Jackson, he'll die!"
"Stiles, he'd want to put your life before his, please, leave! We're trying to
help you as much as we can--" Scott's frantic voice was interrupted by a loud
roar and the sounds of gunfire.
"Scott!" Stiles screamed at the top of his lungs, but there was no answer back.
A large cloud of debris filled the air around him, creating a mist almost.
Stiles was terrified, he had no idea where to go or what to do.
"Stiles...Stiles!..." The young boy turned about, wondering where the faint
voice was coming from. Stiles' eyes were brimmed with tears, this was all too
much for him, and everything was falling apart around him. Again, the sound of
gunfire echoed around him, giving him even more panic.
"Stiles, come on!" Allison's voice quickly broke Stiles out of his terrified
trance. He turned, noticing the hunter waving her hand and shouting out toward
him. Stiles quickly made his way over, the cloud of debris quickly dissipating
as the duo made theri way down the staircase from the loft.
"Where's everyone else, Allison?! Where...Where's Jackson, Lydia?! Everyone?!"
"I don't know, Stiles, but I need to help you get out of here first!"
"Why?! I'm fine, I can go by myse--"
"The baby, Stiles, is it okay?" Allison's words shot through Stiles' mind,
alarming him and making him stare down at his suddenly large belly. His shirt
was tightly snug around it, showing his baby bump clearly.
"Wha...What? H-How--"
"Stiles, I'm heading back upstairs, please, head out and get as far as you can
away from here!" Allison turned around, heading back upstairs and withdrawing
an arrow, preparing herself. Stiles watched in silence, and turned his
attention back to his belly once he was alone.
"How the hell am I pregnant?!" Stiles asked himself, his eyes widening and his
balance wavering. This was all way too much for him, he felt like he was about
to faint. But before he could, he followed Allison's instructions and exited
the building, soon coming out into an empty street. There were no cars or
people anywhere, it was completely abandoned. He then turned his attention up
toward the top of the building, soon witnessing a large cloud of smoke exiting
the loft and the blaze of a burning fire.
"I need to help them..." Stiles' consciousness spoke loud and clear to him,
giving him motivation to head back inside and upstairs. As Stiles made his way
back toward the building's entrance, there was none. A wall covered the
entrance, leaving him trapped outside. "What the hell?" Stiles narrowed his
eyes, searching the wall in front of him.
"Stiles! Stiles, help! Help us, please!"
"Isaac?!"
"Stiles, help us! We're dying!" Isaac's voice came from up above, leaving
Stiles to look up and notice the Beta wolf standing on the ledge. There was a
faint glow of violet in Isaac's chest, a Wolfsbane bullet having been shot into
him and the Beta was dying by the minute.
"Isaac, don't! Don't jump, I'll get my dad! Please, wait!" Stiles shouted as
best he could, but his voice suddenly dying out with each shout he made.
"Stiles, run, run!" Allison's voice now entered, the girl suddenly appearing
next to Isaac on the ledge. There was a large amount of blood dripping along
her face from her head, her clothes also torn. Stiles was confused at first,
but there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and a deep voice speaking
toward him.
"You're the boy with the abomination in your tummy, right? The bitch of Derek
Hale?"
"I'm not his bitch, asshole!"
"Shut the hell up, bitch. It doesn't matter anymore, we officially slaughtered
the big, bad Alpha wolf of Beacon Hills and eliminated his beta's and other
associates with him. You're the last one." The large, muscle-built man stood
before Stiles, a hunting knife in his right hand. Stiles huffed, looking at the
man's colleagues beside him, a total of five, all with weaponry of their own
and prepared to attack on command.
"Go ahead and kill me, dickheads. You'll end up dying in the end as well
anyway, my father's the Sheriff of this town, and he'll get his revenge on you
fucks." Stiles attempted to talk high and mighty, but felt so terrified inside.
He didn't want to die, and he felt a sudden fondness of the life he was
carrying in his tummy.
"We'll be ready for him, then. Thanks for the tip, bitch." The leader of the
group lifted up his knife, ready to strike. Stiles felt his eyes fill with
tears at the sudden realization that he was about to die. The boy stepped
backward, swallowing hard and feeling his breathing becoming erratic.
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"He's going to die, Lydia. You cannot let him carry the offspring of Derek
Hale. He will be placed into this exact situation, you know it now..." A faint
voice echoed into Lydia's mind, the Banshee girl standing a mere few feet away
from Stiles and the group of hunters. Her eyes were streaming with tears at the
horrific sight, knowing her friends would die in their burning loft, and Stiles
would be the last one to be killed off, with the baby.
"Stiles can't die, he can't..." Lydia shook her head, her voice cracking as
well as the sight before her continued on. She felt a deep void form in her
stomach as she heard the shout of help coming from Stiles.
"Lydia, help! Lydia, help me! Please!" Stiles shouted at the top of his lungs,
a sudden pained feeling coming into Lydia's upper right chest. She let out a
choked scream, looking over to Stiles, who was stabbed in the exact same spot.
The cruel act continued on, with the hunter dragging the knife across Stiles'
chest, cutting him open practically. The boy continued shouting and crying out
for help, with Lydia screaming in pain from having the exact same actions being
done to her.
"Stiles!..." Lydia suddenly screamed out, her Banshee scream amplifying her
voice and the echo of it breaking the precognitive vision in front of her...
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"Lydia, wake up. You okay?"
"Jackson?"
"Yeah, it's me. You dozed off earlier...You alright? You were turning in your
sleep, and sweating...Then you started screaming, but I woke you up just in
time." Jackson spoke softly, a look of worry showing in his eyes as he stared
down at Lydia. The girl quickly nodded, giving a small wave of her hand.
"Y-Yes, I'm fine. I just had a nightmare..."
"Alright..."
"Where's Stiles?" Lydia stood up, fixing her hair as it was messy. Jackson gave
a nod toward the staircase that lead up to Stiles and Derek's room.
"Asleep."
"Okay...Um, I'll be back. I, I need to go do something."
"Huh? Oh, alright. I'll tell the others you left when they come back." Jackson
watched as Lydia nodded, staying silent as she took her purse and exited out
the loft. "Bye?" The Beta said confusingly... 
End Notes
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