Its been two days since Stiles' incident. School has been hard. He's been wearing the same jacket all the time now. It's a bright red zip up jacket that Lydia bought him for his birthday last year. She had said it would be wonderfully ironic for him to wear it. The cuffs of the sleeves have little wholes for his thumbs to go through. It keeps most of his hand hidden, only a fraction of the carving is visible and even then you really have to be looking for it to see it. Stiles had ended up setting four other peoples binders, three pieces of chalk, and somehow a chair, on fire. Each time it was the same case, someone would say something irritating, Stiles would get unreasonably angry. Then his vision would get a dark tint to it, his right hand would get warm followed by his carving glowing bright red, and it would always end with something catching on fire with that deep red flame.

Stiles also hadn't talked to Derek in that time. He really needed some questions answered, but every time he went to the burnt down Hale house, Derek was always gone. Stiles had tried to call Derek but to no avail either. And his texts would always be ignored.

"What ever! If Derek doesn't want to talk about it then fine! He can brood by himself and be a baby!" Stiles said. He lied down on his bed and tried to sleep. Closing his suddenly very heavy eyes. He let his breathing calm, and let his mind go blank.

"Wha-" Stiles said. Eyes heavy and droopy.
"Whats going on?" all he saw was a bright white light. When his eyes finally adjusted, all he could see was a wide open field surrounded by forest. A few humongous boulders scattered about. But the angle at which he saw the field was all wrong. He was looking down at it, by several feet even! Was he floating? He was so hovering about fifty feet above the ground!

He observed the surroundings. The field was just one big circle. It had to be at least two thousand feet in diameter. The grass was a bright green, seemingly perfect. The boulders were giant. There was one that made a sort of over hang that covered at least 20 feet of grass in shade. Shade would feel great right now, he'd been burning up. Like he was put into a giant outdoors oven. But the field was completely fine. If it was experiencing the same heat Stiles was than surely at least one thing should be on fire. Or at the very least he should have seen some heat waves coming off the boulders. But there was nothing. It felt like one hundred suns were beating down on him. It was really uncomfortable, but he had just been glad he hadn't melted already.

Everything seemed so peaceful, birds were chirping, there were even a herd of deer, that grazed in the far corner. But then there was an ear drum shattering roar. All the peace left the area. The birds had flown away in one large swarm, and the deer were already long gone.

The roar was endless, it was booming throughout his whole being. It made his whole body shake in fear. The clouds must have covered the sun, because it got really dark almost instantly. But wait? Maybe it was becoming night time? No. the sun was still out, now it seemed like he put on really strong sunglasses.

The roar hadn't ended but it sounded different. It sounded to almost vibrate through the air. The vibration noise was getting much louder while the all the light seemed to be leaving. Everything had completely gone black now, he couldn't see a thing. And the noise was deafening.

Stiles shot up in his bed. With rapid and heavy breathing. "Was I dreaming?" he said confused. "But everything...it all seemed so real though"

"The noise!" He glanced over and seen he had just missed a call. So the noise in his dream had just been his phone vibrating? He checked his phone and saw he had 4 missed calls and three text messages, all from Lydia.

From: Lydia 3:08pm
Stils! Sumthn is hapinin!

From: Lydia 3:11pm
Stils! Pls I need yr hlp!

From: Lydia 3:15pm
Pls

Something was going on. He didn't even have to read the texts to know that. Lydia never used bad grammar, ever! And the fact that she text Stiles for help made everything seem so much worse.

"Oh my god!" Stiles said as he punched Lydias number into his phone. It rang twice before she answered.

"Lydia! Whats wrong?!" Stiles screamed. He could hear her, she was crying.

"STILES! PLEASE STILES IT HURTS SO MUCH PLEASE!" her voiced sounded wet and drowned out "Hold on Lydia I'm on my way right now" He hung up the phone and didn't even bother to put on his shoes. He ran as fast as he could to his car. He turned the ignition, put it in reverse and as quickly as he could without hitting anything, backed out of his driveway. He sped down the roads, easily going seventy in a twenty five. He didn't care! Lydia was in trouble!

He reached her house in record time. Stiles jumped out of his jeep leaving the engine on. He burst through the door, luckily it had been unlocked.

"LYDIA!" he screamed.

"STILES!" she responded with loud sobs and a piercing scream. He bolted up the stairs, effortlessly skipping 3 at a time. He reached the top of the ridiculously tall staircase, and that's where he saw her. She was laying on her side in the middle of the hallway. Lydias tears seemed endless. She was bawling her eyes out and there was a wet spot on the carpet where the tears dripped off her face and hit the floor. How long had she been like this!? Then he saw it. She was clutching her right arm. Stiles was so scared that everything was a blur, but he could see it. There was something dark green mixed with bright red, slithering around her right hand!

"A snake?" he said quietly to himself.

"STILES PLEASE!" Lydia screamed! And everything was brought back into focus. The green and red object, he suspected was a snake, was actually a vine. A dark green vine that was covered in thousands of bright red thorns. And oh god the red wasn't natural. The red was Lydia's blood.

Stiles' heartbeat spiked. It felt like it was trying to pound its way out of his chest. His vision was surrounded with that familiar dark opacity. His whole body felt like it was on fire. His blood had to have been literally boiling! His carving was brightly shining red. He had forgotten to bring the jacket because he was in such a hurry to leave the house. It was shining out in the open, but Lydia's eyes were sealed closed, wincing from the pain, her tears were still rolling flowing down her face at a constant speed.

He lost all feeling in his body, Stiles breath was visible, but how he thought. It had to be at least seventy five degrees in the house. Then it hit him that maybe it wasn't because the air around was cold, but because his breathe was so hot. His breath was actual steam! He stopped thinking and let the instinct direct his body. This must be what it feels like to wolf out. He would have to remember to forgive Scott for trying to kill him now.

Stiles body reacted faster than his mind could. His feet were moving now, they were running full force towards Lydia. He slid on his knees for the last 5 feet. Eyes pitch black he could see Lydia starring at him now, Her eyes were filled with pain, and wonder, and terror. Seeing terror in her eyes made Stiles so much angrier!

He grabbed her right arm with his left hand and slammed it down to the carpet with maybe too much force. All he heard the blood pumping through his heart. Stiles raised his right hand. His carving was shining blindingly. It left a red tint on everything it hit. He balled his hand, and felt it getting hot. After a brief moment of felling the heat right under his skin, he released his fist so his hand was flat. Simultaneously his hand caught ablaze, The deep red flame surrounded his whole hand. It wasn't burning and he honestly felt comfortable with it engulfing his right hand. Stiles let the flame burn a bright red before he let out a demonic roar,and brought the flaming hand down onto the vine surrounding Lydia's hand.

He might as well just have had claws. The fire slashed though the vine with ease almost like it was butter. Her hand was freed and bleeding everywhere. The vine shriveled up on the floor until it had just vanished.

Lydia had stopped screaming at this point, and instead was alternating between starring at stiles and her bloody hand. She had a carving in the back of her right hand just like stiles had. It must have been the same thing. Stiles had fire that burned the mark on him and Lydia had spiked vines that had hugged and twisted the mark onto her.

He could see that the bleeding was starting to stop, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't happening fast enough. If her mark was anything like his was, then she would still be suffering until all the bleeding stopped. He grabbed her wrist and brought the back of her hand up to his mouth. The memory of Derek doing this finally made sense, he was just trying to help Stiles feel better, He was trying to take away the pain, and make everything better. But why? Stiles was doing it for Lydia because they were practically best friends. They text all the time, they laughed together and they would compete against each other in just about everything. She had practically replaced Scott, since he has just been pinning for Allison ever since the break up. Scott said he was fine and that he was over her, but its obvious hes not. So that opened a hole for him and Lydia to bond in. They both were loosing best friends and chose to use each other to fill those gaps.

But Derek? As far as Stiles was aware, Derek hated him. They didn't trust each other, and they only just put up with each other. They might have been around each other a lot lately, but that was it. There was no established relation ship of friends. Hell Stiles wasn't even sure if there was an unestablished relationship! Derek told him he was important last time they spoke but he told Stiles that he was important to the pack, not your important to me. Why did Derek put himself in that position, to lick stiles hand until it felt better. Unless...

"Stiles?" Lydia said sheepishly "Stiles you can let go of my hand now" She looked scared, and then he realized that everything was still dark. His eyes must still be black. He wasn't done, he still had a job to do. He tightened his grip around Lydia's wrist, opened his mouth and just huffed out a breath. It wasn't necessarily just a breath because he had started making a low rumble as he breathed The hot steam rolled out of his lungs in waves, warming his throat and heart. The steam rested on the back of Lydia's hand and surrounded it creating a mist. Then the mist suddenly turned a dark bloody red. A part of Stiles was reacting to this, screaming and thrashing in his brain. He let the feeling and the instinct take over yet again. Stiles bent his neck down so his mouth was centimeters away from Lydia's hand. He perked his lips, and with one sharp inhale, breathed in all of the red mist. It revealed a fully healed carving, it was a dark green mixed with black. It was a lot more complex than his carving. It must have taken a lot longer for it to be made, than his did.

Lydia was starring at her hand in awe. At that point stiles felt an enormous cloud of happiness fill his mind. He helped Lydia, he stopped her pain. He would never let her hurt ever again. But the cloud of happiness turned darker, like lightning striking his mind. He cringed in pain. He toppled over on his side and gripped his chest. His heart hurt so much, it felt like knives ripping away at every inch of it."Stiles? Stiles are you okay?" Lydia said nervously, she was hovering over him now. He tried to answer but no words came out. Just air.

"Stiles just breathe, I think you're having a panic attack!" A panic attack? He hasn't had one of those in years. Lydia cuffed her hands around Stiles' mouth, creating a makeshift bag for him to breathe in. After about 5 minutes of chest pain, and warm musky breathing, he finally started to calm down. This wasn't a normal panic attack. He had no trouble breathing, he just had immense pain in his chest.

"Stiles are you okay?" she asked. She seemed genuinely worried.

"Uh. Yeah I think so." he said with a raspy voice.

"Good, because now you are going to tell me what the hell just happened. Why did my spell back fire like that?! What is this on my hand? I know you have one, Stiles, I saw it glowing! What are these? Why were your eyes completely black?! How did you do that with the fire? And what the fuck did you do with your breath?!" She inhaled reclaiming all the air she had just lost.

"I- I don't know." Stiles whispered.

"STILES!" she screamed!

"I DONT FUCKING KNOW LYDIA! ALL I KNOW IS THAT TWO DAYS AGO I LIT A PEACE OF PAPER ON FIRE! BUT IT BACKFIRED AND MY WHOLE HAND CAUGHT ON FIRE! NOTHING WOULD PUT IT OUT, NOT EVEN WATER! AND THEN NEXT THING I KNEW, THE FIRE WAS GONE AND I HAD THIS CARVING ON MY HAND! AND NOW EVERYTIME I GET ANGRY MY EYES TURN BLACK AND SOMETHING IGNITES AND BURNS TO A CRISP! SO THERE LYDIA ! THERES MY ANSWER! I HAVE NO FUCKING CLE WHAT'S GOING ON!" he screamed at the top of his lungs right in her face.

His eyes were starting to turn black again, and he could feel himself getting hot. His skin felt like melting and his blood was boiling. And steam raised from his left cheekwhere some water had hit it.

'Wait? Where did this water come from?' he thought to himself. Stiles looked up into Lydia's eyes which were a creepy shade of black, it looked soulless, like everything Lydia was, had just left and was replaced by something else. And the black eyes, the eyes that looked exactly like his, were crying, Lydia was crying!

Stiles' eyes dissolved back to normal. He looked shameful and sad. He had just made Lydia cry. No no no this is not what he wanted to do.

"Lydia." he said in a sorrow filled voice, "Lydia I'm so sorry! I didn't realize I was that angry and jesus Lydia your eyes!" He felt so sad and scared at the same time. Lydia's black eyes were so powerful. They made him crumble and shatter inside. Is this what he looks like? Is this what it felt like to stare into his eyes?

"I'm sorry I dragged you into this Lydia! If- if I knew what these spells would do to us I never would have gotten you to translate them. Lydia I am so sorry it's all my fault." His eyes started to fill with tears. Before he could cry Lydia spoke. Her eyes were a bit blurry looking but they weren't black anymore. Her tears were either gone or dried on her cheek.

"Its okay Stiles." She said in a hushed voice. Stiles' eyes widened as he looked into hers, seemingly shocked by her answer. "I know you didn't mean for this to happen. You just wanted to help the pack, and I dragged my self into this. I didn't want you to have an upper hand over me, so I dove into those spells with out thinking. Its not your fault okay?" She wasn't looking at Stiles' eyes, she was looking to the side. Her voice sounded ashamed and embarrassed.

"Lydia." Stiles said. Eyes still watery and voice soft. "We'll get through this together. Okay? We'll find out whats happening to us. I don't know if we can get rid of it but maybe we can learn to control it." Stiles sounded so confident and determined. He needed to find out, for Lydia's sake. He will find out for her!