"So this is it," Celine declared as she lead Stiles through the gates. Much to her amusement, the boy was fidgeting with his jumper nervously.

He let out a short laugh. "Yes- Well- If you mean the cemetery then- Yes, yes we're here. Right in the middle of a field filled with dead bodies and freezing wind and darkness and-"

"Stiles," Celine laughed, cutting off his rambling. They paused as they reached the center of a mass of graves. "We're okay. Calm down."

The boy only gulped and gripped her hand tighter. "So what do we do now?"

"You," Celine began pointedly. "Will do nothing but stand still."

He gulped again as a mischievous glint grew in her eyes. She stepped back and tilted her head, breathing in the scents around her and closing her eyes to the darkness of the sky. "I've never been to a cemetery before."

"Oh, lucky you," Stiles said with a nervous stutter.

Celine smiled, her eyes still closed. "I wish I had of been sooner. There's so much… There's just so much here. I can feel it now Stiles. Do you want to see?"

"See what?" He asked, confused. She still hadn't let go of his hand.

At that the girl turned to him, her eyes opening as she grinned. "Take a deep breath," she told him.

Slowly, the fog around them dispersed as Celine's eyes began to glow. The vibrant green light welled in her eyes, before coloring them over completely. Stiles jumped at that, but did not let go of her hand. "There's a story," Celine spoke, although her voice sounded louder, as though she was speaking into his very mind.

"I mentioned it before," She continued as the glow began surrounding her body, slowly stretching out into the air. It lit the field in an eery glow, and Stiles shivered. "A girl formed of death, born from strength and wisdom. Challenges and heartache would follow, but her pain would always yield to darkness. Her body healed from the darkness of death."

Stiles nodded slowly. "Okay, sounds like a- Sounds like a cool story."

Celine laughed. "Don't move," she warned calmly.

It was slow at first, the glow from her eyes grew brighter and brighter, the air around the grew thicker as her light brightened. Then all at once, the light from her eyes exploded outwards sending a ripple of green through the darkness around them.

And then, then Stiles saw the most incredible thing.

Tiny specks of pulsing green floated through the air, almost like glitter. The specks slowly floated towards Celine, who was now standing with her arms outstretched and her head bowed. "Um, what was that?" Stiles asked quietly.

To his amazement, when the specks landed on Celine's form, they receded into her skin, fading in one last flash of green. "It's in the air," Celine tried to explain. "Your Nogitsune feeds of pain and mayhem, but I feed off the darkness of death, just like the story said."

"You're getting stronger then?" Stiles asked, his hand no longer clasped in hers.

He shuddered when her eyes met his once more, they were no longer the emerald pools he loved, but instead holes into a deep abyss that not even he could see the end of. "Not exactly. I'd need to be in my true form for that."

"You're true from?" Stiles repeated. The image of her as some weird scorpion creature popped into his head and he cringed.

Celine laughed though, as though she knew his thoughts. "It's very much humanoid Stiles. I simply let myself become the shadows around me, become a Fragment of Death."

"So why don't you?" Stiles asked. "If it'll make you stronger?"

At this she frowned. "In my true form, I become darkness, a form of death. Whoever sees me, will die." Celine looked Stiles in the eyes again. "But in this form I'm replenishing strength, though, that's why I need to ask you something. I think you should leave so I can take my true form and become stronger. I don't want to ask you to stay out here all night, which is what I'm going to have to do."

"Is it safe for you?" Stiles asked. The last time Celine had done something to help save him, she'd ended up unconscious. He wasn't going to be so ignorant again.

"Yes," she nodded. "It's very safe."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. "You promise? You promise I won't return tomorrow to see you lying on the ground unconscious, or-" He gulped. "-Dead?"

"Stiles," Celine whispered. "I think you should know that I can't be killed very easily."

For some reason that didn't make him feel much better. "I don't like the thought of you getting hurt," he elaborated. "Please just promise me you'll be here, safe and sound?"

"I'll come find you myself," she assured him instead. "As soon as I'm done."

Stiles nodded slowly. "Okay," He began, running his fingers through his hair. "Okay okay just one last thing?" He quickly stepped forward and placed his hand gently on her cheek.

Ignoring the unsettling feeling of looking into her obsidian eyes, he let his lips meet hers.

It was a little weird, considering bright green specks were still being absorbed into her skin, and that Stiles was still panicking, meaning he had to pull back soon to take a breath, but it was enough. "I like you, a lot," Stiles said as he stepped away.

"I like you a lot too," Celine laughed and she smiled. "I'll see you soon Stiles."

He nodded and began walking away. "Yeah, see you soon."

Fear is a beast that feeds on attention

Chapter one, Season 3- Episode 17- Silverfinger

Stiles day had been awful. First he'd had a terrible sleep having been worried about Celine when he returned home at the very late time of three in the morning. Then we he got to school, he'd found the writing on the chalkboard missing and subsequently the key on his chain gone as well.

Worst of all, Scott had looked at him like he was going crazy.

Maybe he was.

Which is why he was tapping his foot nervously as he sat on the hospital bed. "I used to have- About three days ago I used to have anxiety, panic attacks, sleeplessness and I would sleep walk. But uh- My friend- She did something. And I've been better but- I'm still having blackouts. They're getting worse too."

"How much sleep have you been getting?" Melissa asks as she writes something on his chart.

Stiles' eyes flick nervously. Maybe he shouldn't be here, Celine wouldn't be able to find him. But he hated the thought of bothering her again, he'd already caused her to end up unconscious twice, and nearly killed her as well.

"Um, it's been better, like I said. Maybe six? Eight? No, six hours a night," he fumbled with his fingers trying to count. "But I've been having dreams. Sometimes even when I'm awake."

Melissa nodded and pulled out a vial, using a needle to draw from it. "So what do you think?" Stiles asked nervously. "Am I going crazy?"

"No," Melissa said with a quiet chuckle. "I think you're just one profoundly sleep deprived boy Stiles," She lowered the needle to him. "This here is Midazolam - a common drug used to relax patients before surgery. I'm going to give it to you to help you sleep."

Stiles reached up though, grabbing her wrist to stop her. At his nervous gaze, Melissa smiled softly. "Do you trust me Stiles?"

Slowly the boy nodded, and allowed the nurse to administer the dose and slip into a slumber.


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Next time: Stiles wakes up.