Stiles

"Stiles!" The girl screamed I saw claws slash right through her stomach.

"No!" I cried and I woke up with tears on my face. This was the third time this week I had the dream. Every time the girl in my dreams died I woke up crying. I had never seen the girl before, but every time I lost her, I felt as though I had lost the only thing in the world that mattered.

"Stiles! You're late for school!" My dad yelled.

"Crap!" I bolted from bed and quickly began to get changed.

By the time I got to school it was halfway through first period.

"Late again Stilinski, I'm surprised you even decided to show up." Coach said. I quickly took my usual spot behind Scott.

"Where have you been?" Scott asked.

"I slept in," I sighed.

"Did you have that dream again?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"And you're positive that you have never seen this girl before?"

"Never, but every time she dies, I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest."

Suddenly a smile spread across Scott's face.

"You're in love with the girl in your dream aren't you," He smiled.

"No, I can't be in love with someone I never met." I insisted.

"Stiles, you are totally in love with Natalie Portman and you've never met her."

"No, that doesn't count." I sighed.

"This is the third time you have had a dream about her, this week. What does she even look like?"

"She has gorgeous brown hair and chocolate brown eyes and her voice she…" I started but I quickly stopped when I saw Scott smile at me. "So, she's gorgeous, I just have an amazing imagination. That doesn't mean…"

"Stilinski, McCall, I'm sorry if I am disturbing your conversation, but I am trying to teach a class," Coach yelled.

"Sorry coach!" Scott said.

We remained quiet for the rest of class but as soon as the bell rang Scott saw what I had been working on.

During class, which was incredibly boring like usual, I had sketched out a drawing of the girl.

"Stiles!" He said as he grabbed it off my desk.

"Scott!" I chased after him as he ran into the hall.

"Stiles we need to find this girl for you." He laughed.

"Scott, stop, it isn't funny," I snapped as I took the drawing back. "It doesn't mean anything. She doesn't exist."

"Stiles you couldn't have just made her up, you have to have seen her somewhere."

"Stop, it's nothing, it doesn't mean anything." And I quickly walked away.

As I walked away I crumbled the drawing up and threw it in my bag. Scott was being such an ass and I was so furious at him. I knew I was being silly, but I could not get the girl out of my mind and I couldn't help but feel as if I needed to save her.

The rest of the day was a blur until finally the final bell rang and I made a beeline for my car. However I was stopped by Scott cutting in front of me.

"Hey Stiles, listen, I'm sorry, I was just messin' with you." He said.

"No, I know, but like I said it was just a dream." I sighed. "It just felt so real."

"Hey I'm just glad it's taken your mind off of Lydia for once," He laughed. "I'll see you later, I have a date with Allison tonight." And then he left.

"Lydia," I thought and I realized Scott was right. I hadn't thought about Lydia at all. And that would be the first time since the 3rd grade that had happened.

Slowly I turned to see Lydia and Jackson making out by his car. I rolled my eyes as I quickly hopped in my jeep. On the drive home all I could think about was my dream.

She died because of a werewolf there was no doubt about that. But I didn't know why. I mean ever since I had found out that werewolves did exist, I had plenty of nightmares about the people closest to me getting hurt or killed, but never had I had one that felt so read and that was about someone I had never met.

I drove around for a while just thinking. I could not shake the feeling of how completely lost I felt. Every time I would hear her voice replaying in my head it was like another piece of me died with her.

My head was pounding by the time I actually decided to go home.

"Stiles!" I heard her scream. But this scream was different it was loud, loud enough to hurt my ears. I quickly pulled over the car as I grabbed my head. Her screams lasted for a minute or so before it finally stopped.

"The hell was that!" I gasped as I looked down at my hands which were shaking.

"Stiles!" She screamed again.

I grabbed my head again as I let out a loud cry. My whole body ached as her screams continued.

Suddenly her scream abruptly stopped and I quickly reached for my phone as I called Scott.

"Come on Scott, pick up." I begged as I prayed I wouldn't hear her scream again.

"Hey this is Scott I…" I quickly hung up throwing my phone into the passenger's seat as I drove home as fast as I could.

As soon as I reached home, I ran up to my room and threw myself onto my bed.

Suddenly I heard a loud howl and it sounded like Scott's howl but a little deeper. Then I heard another loud scream but this time she didn't say my name, it was just a loud blood curdling scream.

I felt like I got punched in the chest, I couldn't breathe.

Suddenly a name flashed through my mine. Katherine.

Then there was nothing. I didn't hear her screaming and I didn't get any other signs about her the rest of the day. I just worked on my homework and waited for Scott to call me back.

However, by the time it was ten I had given up waiting and ended up falling asleep.

"Stiles please help!" Katherine screamed. She was running down my street, a terrified look on her face. There was something out of focus that was running behind her. "Stiles!" She screamed as she reached my front door and began pounding on it.

Suddenly a hand with claws wrapped around Katherine's and pulled her away as she screamed out it pain.

I woke with a start only to hear pounding on the front door in my house.

"No way!" I gasped as I threw myself from my bed and rushed down the stairs.

"Who the hell?" My dad asked but I quickly pushed past him as I threw open the door. I froze as I saw her. Standing before me was the girl from my dreams.

"Stiles!" She gasped.

"Katherine?" I asked confused. She looked different. She had a busted lip and bruises on her face. She had a long sleeved black shirt on and jeans.

Suddenly I watched her eyes roll back in her head and I caught her as she fell.

"Stiles?" I heard my dad ask as I lifted Katherine up into my arms.