Authors Note: I have terrible grammar, and I tried my best to fix it, so understand that .I love Teen Wolf and Stiles, Lydia, and Derek are my 3 favorite characters. I love Kira. I loved Allison! She was a human BAMF...I hope you like my story, reviews and favs are appreciated .I will try to update at least once a week, once every two, or once a month.
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Stiles Prov:
It was this feeling.
This feeling of emptiness in his heart that had been there for the last five years since then…
Stiles left Beacon Hills after his eighteenth birthday and graduation, on April 8, 2016 his 18th birthday he began to notice some changes….
If you like pointy ears, more height, stronger senses, and the unexplained happening around him.
Now, he was back in beacon hills forest, the pitch black night surrounding him like a blanket. He couldn't even see the beloved waxy full moon or stars; you could always see it in the clearing of Beacon Hills. He was beginning to wonder if this is real. The wind blowing fiercely against his tall willowy frame. The thick brown tree trunks shook the ponderosa pine needles around, as they trembled to the ground. The ground itself, which his bare thick feet rested on, was cold to the touch.
"Why the fuck am I here?!I promised myself, I wouldn't come back here!" Stiles thought angrily. He breathed in an out in huffed breathes. The sorrow, frustration, fear and anger began to take forward, he began to feel it rising to his ches-
A Blood curling screams pierced and shattered Stiles's resolve.
For a split second, He froze.
When three dissimilar howls followed as quickly as they came, Stiles took off sprinting to the resounding echoes.
Till, he came to a space harkened by an ominous setting.
He sauntered forward, as he saw the bodies of his best friend Scott McCall and his wife Kira.
Despite his job, he couldn't quench the bile that rose to his throat as he saw Scott's jaw was finally not crooked.
Scott's face was bloodied his warm mischievous brown eyes had been rolled to the back of their sockets, his chiseled jaw split open and latched back with chipped bone as blood dripped down his torn chest. Scratches had embroided his tanned skin from head to toe. Bones viewable from the split skin. Burns aligned his torso; all his claws had been cut off. And Kira…
Her usually accented leggings had been ripped in several places, blood dripping from the open wounds on her legs even up to her nether regions. Claw marks had sliced from her shoulders to her torso, spaces in-between her chest as though they were defense marks. The worst part of it was the strangling claw marks on her neck.
Stiles then threw up. He knew from the smell their death was fresh. Their flesh started the process of decay, 20 minutes ago.
A realization came to him.
Their wounds Scott:the burns,and Kira:the claw marks."Its as if they were forced to use their powers on each other till they both died."Stiles observed"What kind of Sick Fuck did this?!"
For a few seconds, he silently wept for his deceased brother and friend ;his brother's wife.
More Screams called to his soul, as they continued.
His tears dried, as he ran towards the screams. The moon shined as it was finally brought into Stiles's sight of vision.
There he saw the Four people (well ….they're not human) he loved.
Still Loves…
Tied and gagged to chains laced with mistletoe, wolves bane and gasoline held all of them there.
The women; legs all dripped with blood. Mascaraed emerald eyes had tear streaks flowing down her face, the auburn haired woman with blond streaks had her yellow eyes flashing in defiance, and the last woman with her unusually cobalt blue eyes, gritted her teeth in pain.
The man was bound to a huge redwood as only it could support his weight. Chained up like the animal he partly was. Whip marks, claw scratches, and burns aligned his body. His legs in an unnatural position His face contorted in pain and livid fury. His eyes, bright green shined in the moonlight.
"What did this"? He began to question /As he began to move closer to them
A disturbing voice, startled him out of his displeasure.
"Oh, Stiles you're too late to the party! "Said a fake, sugary sweet, feminine voice sing songed.
As the trees still swayed and rattled around.
"Late! Late! Late to all of the deaths of the people you used to date! "The voice said again
"Where have you been, Stiles?! Where did you disappear to? You naughty man!"
"TELL ME, TELL ME!" Or I'll Kill again, again, and again! The voice screeched
"Show your Face Asshole!" Yelled/growled Stiles. He peered into the forest looking and searching for this invisible entity.
A figure shrouded by the darkness ran fast through the area surrounding him. It ran around so fast they had to be supernatural whoever it us.
"NOT until you come home! "The voice seethed out in malice
"I know the real you, Stiles. The one you hide. Let it come outside. 'The voice tried to persuade him.
"Look what happens when you leave the ones you love behind! "The voice taunted
They aren't fucking dead they all look the same age as I left. Stiles smirked
'Your right it isn't! But it will be if you don't come home soon."
"I already left he trail of bodies for you to follow home."The voice said laughing.
"Why are you doing this to me!"Stiles begged
"Because the past always has a way of catching up to you!
Especially Yours!"The voice cried
A fire started to inflame the tree of Stile's previous lovers so quickly you'd think there was gasoline dosed on them. Stiles sniffed the air; there was gasoline on the tree Stiles trying to run to them as quickly as possible. He knew it wasn't really them, but their faces etched in horror at their foretelling death, made him feel horror. Horror in the fact of losing them. All of Them, Scott, his dad, Kira, Ms. McCall, Danny, Isaac, Deaton, Braeden, and Hell even Deputy Parrish and Coach Finstock!
The Women started to scream in Alarm.
"STILES!"Two of the woman cried. The other one wailed so loudly, that it was enough to wake the dead. The man kept howling and withering in pain as his one of his mates and his family was dying in front of him as was he.
Stiles had started to rush towards them needing to help. This vision was too damn fucking real.
Their bodies kept roasting from the flames as the cries got weaker and weaker. With that an unnatural force twisted theirs head to 180 degrees and snapped, their necks as their hearts ripped from their ribbed cages then laid on his feet
The bodies of his beloved coveted the wet mudded ground.
"FOLLOW THE TRAIL HOME"!Were the last words the voice cried.
Thier faces turned upward towards him.
LYDIA MARTIN, DEREK HALE, MALIA TATE, AND CORA HALE.
Their soulless eyes directly looking at him.
"NOOOOOO!"Stiles Screamed as he shot up in his king sized bed with his comforter and silk black sheets.
"It was just a dream, just a dream"! He yelled with his eyes screwed shut his hands clasping his ears.
What he didn't know is that he is not the only one who had that vision...In Malibu, California, Lydia Martin woke up screaming her head off in her house.
Derek Hale in New York woke up his eyes flashing red, (yes, he is an Alpha again, you will find out later!)Clawing at his comforter.
In Miami, Florida Cora Hale woke up on the floor of her art gallery. Her eyes flashing yellow, she tried to scrape the wooden floor with all sets of her claws. Trying to calm down as she was bawling in night wear. Continuing to do so she leaned against the wall and buried her head in her arms. Memories of the Hale fire, her still living family (she met Malia), her friends Lydia and Stiles….
In Chicago, Malia jolted from her hammock and fell over. The remnants of the nightmare echoed in her mind. Instantly her first action was to grab her own gun, as her cobalt blue eyes glowed in confusion as she searched the perimeter of her apartment. Toes clacking against the floor. Sighing, she used one hand to massage her oncoming headache and swore. "Daughter of a Bastard!"
Then literally minutes from each other they all whipped out their phones and dialed one of 2 of the available numbers.
Lydia and Cora dialed the same number.
"Scott McCall!"
Derek and Malia dialed the same number.
"Konnichiwa, it's Kira McCall! What's up?"
"Scott/Kira, I'm coming home."
With that they hung up.
Kira walked into the room as she approached Scott on the couch at their house
"Kira! "Scott!" they said at the same time
Chuckling they continued on.
"You go first, "Scott said to his wife.
"You won't believe who just called me and they both said their coming home"
"Who? "Scott said with uncertainty
"Not who, whom""Derek and Malia Tate /Hale!"Cried Kira
"Holy Shit."Scott whispered
"Scott!"
"Sorry, Sorry. As he waved her off.
"It's just Lydia and Cora just called me and said the same damn thing, babe!'
The same thought came to them "Something is going on here, for then to all come back at the same time."
Scott actually started laughing "Looks like some life is coming back to Beacon Hills!
Kira had to grin at that. "Well, you know what they say "Beacon Hills is a Beacon for people."
