Hey guys so I deleted my story Chaos as I had more ideas plus I wasn't liking where it was going. This is going to be similar but with more twists. I hope you enjoy. Also yay Teen Wolf is back! I want Stiles to be okay and to be back with Malia I know I'm not the only Stalia fan out there lol.

Night had fallen over Beacon Hills as a young teenage girl at the age of 16 tossed and turned in her bed. The only light visible in the room was from the moon as it shone through her bedroom window. She had pale skin, black hair bangs falling over her closed eyelids, and even though you couldn't see them her eyes were brown. Her name was Mackenzie Stilinski. Or Kenzie as she preferred.

Kenzie was currently having a nightmare. She seemed to be getting them a lot lately. But the scary thing was, these nightmares weren't her own. They belonged to her brother Stiles.

There were myths about twins. You were able to feel when the other was in pain or sick. Or when they were sad. They felt that. They had this twin sense when the other needed help. But never before had either of them been able to see into each other's dreams.

How did she know it was his dream? Because it was like she was following him throughout the entire thing. Walking behind him. In the same room off to the side. He couldn't see her. He had no clue she was there. She always tried talking to him. Trying to see if she could wake him up but he could never hear her. Instead, she was forced to watch until something awful usually happened. Either when he woke up or when she did. Usually it was him waking up first.

As Kenzie watched the scenery change, she saw that Stiles was standing in the middle of the woods at night. He resembled his twin a great deal. Same dark hair and pale face. Matching eyes. The only difference was the few moles that were on his face and she wore glasses. He was taller and 10 minutes older. And he definitely liked to play the over protective big brother role.

As she moved closer, she saw he was standing in front of the Nemeton. He looked like he was ready to break down. He covered his ears trying to block out whatever he was hearing.

"This is just a dream Stiles. Wake up. Wake up Stiles! Wake up!" He shouted.

Kenzie covered her ears as a loud ear piercing noise echoed throughout the woods. She saw Stiles fading to black and the images disappearing before her. She let out a scream as she bolted up in bed. She was breathing heavily as cold sweat trickled down her face. She fumbled for her black glasses [think of those plastic nerd glasses] on the nightstand squinting to see through the darkness. She was practically blind without them. Once they were over her eyes, she heard her brother let out a petrified scream. She bolted out of bed and ran across the room to find their dad had beat her to him. The Sheriff was holding a petrified Stiles who was flailing his limbs wildly. The Sheriff was trying to comfort him and trying to keep him from hurting himself as he wasn't sure if Stiles knew he was awake yet or not.

When she noticed their dad wasn't having much luck, she approached Stiles' bed and sat down on the other side of him. "Stiles it's okay. You're okay. You're here with dad and me. Nothing is going to hurt you."

"Hear that kiddo?" The sheriff asked. "We're here and you're safe."

Stiles stopped screaming and trying to escape his dad's tight grip. After a few moments they managed to calm him down and Kenzie turned towards their dad. "Can you give us a moment dad? I think I can handle it from here."

The sheriff nodded. "Let me know if you need anything." He then stood up and left the room.

"You okay?" She asked once he was gone.

"Aside from living in fear every night from my own dreams yeah I'm doing great." Stiles said not meaning to sound sarcastic.

"Yeah, I'm well aware of your nightmares. And not just from the fact that they wake me up."

Stiles glanced at his twin with a confused expression on his face. "What are you talking about?"

"I've been doing a little research on twins. Seeing if anything came up on what I was experiencing but I've got nothing." She explained. "You know how we can feel when the other is upset or sad. Even if they are hurt? Like a part of us feels that pain."

"Yeah. What are you getting at?"

Kenzie took a deep breath. "I can see into your dreams. Not the good ones mind you. Mostly the nightmares. I saw that you were at the Nemeton. I followed you through it."

"H-How long as this been going on?" Stiles asked clearly in shock.

"A couple weeks. I didn't tell you because I was worried I was losing my mind. I mean, it doesn't make sense I can see into another person's dreams. Even if it is my twin's."

"You're not the only one who's worried they're losing their mind." Stiles admitted. "I'm having dreams within dreams. Sometimes I can't even tell if I'm awake. I literally have to scream myself awake and sometimes that doesn't work."

"We need to talk to Scott and Deaton. Find out what the Hell is going on. Whatever this is, this isn't normal." She told him.

"Yeah. I think that's a good idea. Just...just don't tell dad anything yet."

"I won't. He's just learning about the supernatural. No need to worry him unless absolutely necessary. But for now, I think we need some sleep." Kenzie suggested.

"I doubt that'll happen. I'm not going back to sleep." Stiles told her.

Kenzie jumped to her feet and she popped Star Wars into the dvd player before sitting back down on his bed stealing his pillow. "Then I guess we're watching Star Wars until morning."

"Hey! You know the rules, no stealing my pillow." He snatched it back and tossed her the spare. "And you don't have to stay awake with me."

Kenzie chuckled when he took the pillow from her. "I know I don't. I want to. What are twins for?"

Stiles gave her a smile before they got comfy and focused their attention on the tv. Star Wars marathon all night it was. Not that either of them were complaining.

And that's the end of the first chapter. Let me know what you think.