Hello! Decided to post this one tonight, too, since it's also a little short.

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VOID.

Melissa goes quietly about her work, cleaning the cut from the kaiken with steady, gentle hands. Stiles just watches, tears brimming in his eyes, but of course, the tears are never enough. I want him to give me real pain, and sniveling doesn't quite cut it.

I let him have control for just a few seconds. I step back, and he doesn't hesitate – but all the blubbering idiot can do is cry.

He sniffles until Melissa hears him and looks up in surprise.

"Stiles?"

He nods, and she peels the duct tape off.

Just before he's about to say, "I'm sorry," I yank him back behind me and take over again. I think I hear him curse at me, but I can't be offended by such things.

Melissa can see the change in facial expression when I take over, and she stands back, suddenly guarded.

"Really, Melissa?" I say. "I shed one tear? That's all it takes?"

She goes back to stitching up this pathetic vessel, averting her eyes. Fear.

"Come on, you can't crumble that easily. How are you gonna hold up when Scott knows the truth?"

Her hands stop moving, but she doesn't look back at me. "What?"

"When he finds out why his dad really left?"

"Shut up!" Stiles screams. The sound of his anger, his defiance, makes me giddy.

"You know he overheard it." When she doesn't respond, a clear negative, I make a face of mock pity. "You had no idea… You called Stilinski right after it happened. You didn't tell Scott, but you told the sheriff." I scoffed. "And Stiles heard it like he hears everything. You want to know why he never told Scott?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Leave her alone, just leave her alone!"

"Because he knew that Scott would never forgive you."

Melissa's tearing up, and Stiles is beating on my back, screaming himself hoarse. "Leave her alone! You monster, you sick bastard, leave her alone, I said!"

"He knew how much he would hate you."

"This isn't you, Stiles," Melissa whispers.

Stiles stops fighting me, and just stares at Melissa. "You know… You know it's not me. It's not me, Melissa, I promise, I promise, I –"

My next words are to the both of them. "It is now."

Nothing stands in my way. Scott, Lydia, and Deaton are having a heated discussion in the next room. Stiles is momentarily stunned into silence, and I have conserved all my energy for this next step – it happens in a matter of seconds.

I rear up and break through the ropes, clouting Melissa on the side of the head.

She falls to the floor unconscious, and the others come barreling in.

I smirk at Scott, and just as he claws at me, I move through the air faster than his little puppy eyes can comprehend – vanished.