[At this point I'm not sure where this is going, Stiles or Derek?]

"What happened, who was it?" Derek asked as he picked Vicky up from the floor and carried her to the bed and laid her down gently.

"It was…" Vicky took a deep breath. The pain was unbearable. "Theo I think, I felt this… Pain in my back" she added. She gasped for air, she didn't want to die. There were so many things she wanted to do. She wanted to travel to Europe, to Africa, to all the bigger and smaller places. She wanted to become a mother one day. She wanted to experience that first epic love.

"I need to open your shirt" Derek said and looked at her, and she just nodded. He felt like he needed that nod for approval before he took off her clothes. Like that even cared right now. He opened her shirt, and realized how sticky it was against her wound.

"Do you have like an ability to heal?" he asked and looked at her worriedly.

"I don't know, I've never really been stabbed before" she exhaled as she felt the shirt rip away from her wound. She screamed, she screamed so loud it felt like her throat was bleeding. Derek hoped that she could heal faster than humans, if not, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to patch her up good enough. It wasn't a clean cut, it went through her back and exited her stomach, and whatever had been there had been pulled out, so she'd lost a lot of blood. After a few seconds of her scream, pretty much everyone entered her apartment and rushed to the bed to see if there was anything they could do.

"Call Deaton!" Derek yelled while he was trying to stop the bleeding with his hands. "Get me some clean towels and water" he added. "We need to slow down the bleeding."

Everyone rushed around the apartment, Isaac called Deaton while Scott called his mother. Kira and Malia rushed to the bathroom to find towels and water, while Lydia ran to the kitchen to get something, she needed to be useful.

"Come on, stay with me Vicky" Derek said as he saw Vicky's eyes starting to close longer each minute. Stiles stood there, watching. It was like everything was moving in slow motion around him. He could see the blood clearly, the way Derek was talking to her, how everyone was rushing around to find something to help her with. Vicky was going to die. He knew it. There was too much blood. Suddenly he snapped out of it, and he could hear Derek yelling at him. "Stiles!"

"Yeah, yeah, what do you need me to do?" Stiles asked, rushing to Derek's side.

"Talk to her, she can't fall asleep" Derek said as he got the towels from Kira and the water from Malia. He dipped the towels in water and pressed it down on her stomach. Stiles kneeled beside the bed and looked at Vicky. She was barely conscious.

"Vicky, hey, hey, where are you going?" Stiles asked calmly.

"I'm going home" Vicky whispered, okay, so Stiles now knew that she was definitely having some kind of illusion or fantasy.

"Well, I don't want you to go home, I want you to stay here, with us, with me" Stiles said, putting extra weight on the word me. Vicky smiled and reached for him.

"It's okay Stiles, sometimes goodbye isn't just a goodbye" she said, she didn't make any sense. He saw her eyes rolling into her skull and he stood up trying to shake her head a little, but she didn't come back. Moments later both Deaton and Melissa rushed through the doors and looked at Vicky. Both of them terrified of what they were seeing. Not only was Vicky badly injured, she was clearly dying.

"What do we know?" Melissa asked Derek as they switched places.

"Looks like something stabbed her through her back and exited in her stomach" Derek replied. They worked fast. Derek and Liam held her body to the side while Deaton worked on Vicky's back and Melissa on her stomach. It didn't take them long before they started patching her together, and about twenty minutes later they were all sighing.

"She's still breathing but her pulse is weak, someone needs to sit here tonight, to keep an eye on her" Melissa said as she cleaned her hands in the kitchen sink.

"I can sit" Stiles said, pulling a chair to the bedside.

"Good, now if there's any changes you call me okay? If she wakes up she's going to be scared and she probably won't know that she passed out at all. She'll think that whatever attacked her is still here, so it's vital you calm her down before she rips up the stitches" Melissa explained. Stiles nodded in confirmation and looked at Vicky for a moment. It looked like she was sleeping. Most of the color she'd lost was returning to her face; good thing Deaton had a stockpile of blood in his car.

"Okay everyone, give her some space" Deaton said and started waving everyone out of the apartment. Derek was hesitant to leave, but he knew that the best thing was to let them be alone. They walked down the stairs, leaving Vicky and Stiles upstairs, but when they got into Derek's loft they found blood everywhere. There was blood on the floor, on the walls and when they turned towards the kitchen area they saw where it came from. Peter and Aiden lay on the floor dead. Their chests clawed open.

[o]

Stiles looked down at Vicky, she was pale and her face was shiny with sweat. He walked to the bathroom and found a small towel and soaked it in cold water. He walked out to find her slowly opening her eyes, and he rushed to her side, remembering what Melissa had said.

"Hey there" he said and smiled, trying to comfort her.

"What happened?" she asked, starting to sit up in the bed, but Stiles kind of held her down, trying not to hurt her even more than she already was.

"You're a little hurt, but you'll be alright, you just need to lie still" Stiles said as he leaned over Vicky with his hands on her arms. She looked up at him, still a little confused about why she was lying there, and then the sensation of pain shot up her stomach and up her chest. Her grimace told Stiles what she felt, and he took down the sheets and saw the bandages on Vicky's stomach. Hopefully they would keep looking as clean as they did. "It's going to be okay, they fixed you" Stiles said and smiled. Vicky eased a little by Stiles' smile, and she tried to take a deep breath, but something just didn't feel right. The pain just kept on getting stronger and stronger. Stiles started to get worried, and he shot up from his chair and ran down to Derek's loft to get help.

"You need to come NOW!" Stiles yelled in through the door as he looked at Isaac, whom in his mind didn't really understand what Stiles was actually saying and it took him a few seconds to actually respond. He got up from his chair and rushed to the door followed by Derek and Scott. They ran up the stairs only to find Vicky lying on the floor wrenching in pain.

"Make it stop!" she screamed as she frantically tried to push the pain away by pushing at her stomach. Derek rushed to her side and kneeled in front of her and tried to hold her still, but she was too strong and the pain she was in made shivers go up his spine. Vicky took a tight grip on the bandages and ripped them off, feeling the sensation of burning on both wounds. When the bandage was off they saw the cut actually healing itself in front of them. It was like watching a movie in fast forward, and it took the wounds about five minutes before they had turned into visible scars on her stomach and back.

"That… was awesome" Isaac said as he kneeled down in front of Vicky, trading places with Derek whom at this point didn't understand what had just happened. He'd never seen anything heal so fast, but to see that kind of pain when it did.

"It hurt" Vicky said, her voice back to her normal playful tone.

"So, what really happened?" Stiles asked as Isaac helped Vicky up from the floor. She'd knocked over a chair and some flowers, but apart from that her apartment looked completely clean. She could see her bloody shirt on the floor, the one Derek had ripped apart. She closed her eyes as she sat down on the bed, trying to remember the previous hours, minutes and seconds of that day.

"I think I had just gotten a shower and was changing into some clean clothes when I heard this sound by the door" she started, "I thought it was one of you guys because obviously you haven't learn the courtesy of knocking" she added and smiled. "Anyways, I remember looking through the window when I heard the noise, I was putting on my shirt and I didn't want to shy anyone, so I turned away from the door. And then I just felt it, that feeling I got whenever I was with Theo. That dangerous feeling you get when you know that what you're doing is wrong, but there's this kick of adrenaline that just keeps you from stopping it. I just felt this pain in my back, and when I felt my feet go limp… He kept me standing with this thing stuck inside me, and he whispered something in my ear and then I just collapsed" she explained.

"How do you know it was Theo?" Stiles asked.

"I don't, I just had that same feeling" she replied.

"What did he whisper?" Derek asked, thinking that it could give them some kind of clue.

"'You are mine'" she whispered.