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Eva didn't sleep – not really. She'd stayed up till a very late hour texting Stiles until he'd stopped texting back and she realized he'd fallen asleep. She, however, found it better when she didn't sleep. One more week of this torment – she could do it, she knew she could. Instead, Eva stayed up reading and translating more of the grimoire.

It seemed like the nights got shorter whenever she read that thing, and she didn't mind. She wound up feeling less exhausted than she usually did when she just lay sleeplessly in bed. Her eyes flickered around the room when the sun peered through the curtains over her window, motivating Eva to slowly get to her feet. Eva crossed the room to her wardrobe to grab fresh clothes, only to stop when she glimpsed something out of the corner of her eyes in the mirror. Eva walked back slowly and looked at the mirror, tilting her head as she stared at her own reflection.

Then she saw it again – the flash that didn't show her own reflection, but the mutilated figure from her nightmares, her aunt. Eva jumped back, gasping as she stared at the mirror and blinked furiously. However, her reflection didn't shift anymore, and Eva realized that she was probably only seeing things, hallucinating. Eva closed her eyes momentarily before she took a deep breath, "One week, Eva." She whispered as she headed to her wardrobe to grab her clothes.

Once she was ready, her phone buzzed against the nightstand. Eva glanced back before she turned back to the mirror and smiled a bit to herself. She actually invested into making herself look good today. Eva hurried to pick up her phone and smiled when she read the text from Stiles, before she texted back quickly and then picked up her bag to head downstairs.

Eva was texting throughout the whole breakfast, not really having an appetite for it as she silently sipped from her coffee.

"Eva, you should eat." Her mother told her as she pushed the cereal bowl towards her, and Eva lifted her eyes momentarily from her phone to look at her mother. Eva & her mother's relationship was not on good terms per se. The usual closeness that was an essential part of a mother-daughter relationship was lost on them. They almost co-existed together, Eva doing her share of the chores and her mother offering all that she could of the Druid 101 she knew. Aside from that, that was the first time her mother had verbalized any form of concern towards her. Sure they had their moments, but those too faded whenever they found themselves in the same room.

"I'm fine." Eva nodded slowly before she tucked her phone underneath the table to continue texting Stiles. "Eva." Her mother said sternly, and Eva lifted her gaze to her mother as she narrowed her eyes, "What?" She asked.

"Don't you talk back to me with that tone, young lady. Eat your breakfast. You need – you haven't been sleeping well." Her mother told her and Eva rolled her eyes once as she looked down, "It's a bit too little too late to start acting like a parent, don't you think, Mom?" Eva mumbled under her breath and she heard her mother's frustrated sighed as the woman moved around the table and snatched Eva's phone from her hand. Eva looked up at her mother incredulously, but the woman's face had only softened, "Eva, I need you to talk to me."

"Talk to you?" Eva shook her head slowly, "Talk to you about what? About how I can't even trust you enough to have a normal conversation with you? You're my mother. You're my mother and I can't even tell you about this boy I like." Eva pursed her lips sadly at her mother, "It's going to take more than you taking my phone to fix this, Mom. Let's hope I don't go crazy by next week, and maybe then we can talk."

Her mother pursed her lips before she reluctantly handed her the phone back, "You know I would do anything to win you back, right? You know I love you."

"I love you too, Mom." Eva eventually sighed in defeat as she took the phone back from her and smile a bit her.

"So you like a boy?" Her mother lifted a brow just as Eva looked down at her phone, "I have to go." Eva said quickly and waved quickly at her mother as she picked up her bag. Eva ran outside to see Stiles parked by the driveway, leaning against the jeep's hood as he waited. When he saw her, his face lit up with a broad grin as he straightened up once she reached him. "Good morning, girlfriend." He greeted as he laced his fingers through hers and leaned down to peck her lips. Eva laughed against his lips as she peered up at him through her lashes, "Good morning, boyfriend."

Stiles smiled down at her as he opened the passenger door for her, "You look beautiful." He told her and grinned when he saw her blush as she climbed into the jeep, and he closed the door once she was in before hurrying over to the driver's side. Stiles' eyes flickered sideways and he saw she was still wearing the wristband he gave her. "Hey, remember the thing I wanted to give you yesterday?" He asked as he turned to her, before he reached into the back seat and grabbed his back. He pulled out a small box then turned to Eva again, and smiled broadly as he handed it to her.

"Stiles, you don't have to get me stuff." She muttered as she reached for the box nevertheless and opened it, before she smiled a little as she stared down at the dreamcatcher, then she looked up at Stiles, "Thanks." She told him before her eyes flickered down to the dreamcatcher, gazing at it in awe. Stiles blinked once when he saw the way Eva had looked at him, and he felt his cheeks heat up – no one had ever looked at him like that before. He took a deep breath as he threw his backpack backseat again, "I made most of it. I mean when I got it, it was pretty boring. I…I Stilesized it for you." Stiles said sheepishly, and Eva laughed before she looked up and turned to him again, "I know it won't help, not now at least, but I had it made for a while now I just didn't know when to give it to you."

"Really?" Eva asked and tilted her head.

"Yeah…before Valentine's actually." Stiles mumbled under his breath, "It was supposed to be a Valentine's gift but I forgot it and then…" Stiles' voice trailed off and he looked up at Eva, who had leaned over to press her lips to his again, and when she pulled away, she smiled at him, "Thank you."

Stiles blinked once and smiled broadly, "I like this kissing thing." And Eva laughed as she pecked his lips and leaned back into her seat. Stiles gazed at her for a minute before he took a deep breath and started the car. With a grin plastered on his face, Stiles took off for school.


Eva sat in History beside Kira, still in the furthest corner of the class – and Stiles in the front row. Since that's how they sat since she arrived, no one was willing to change their seat for them. Eva sat there in silence as Kira's father explained something about the second World War. Something about Pearl Harbor. But she wasn't paying attention – she wasn't capable of paying attention. Eva closed her eyes momentarily and swallowed thickly.

"Ms. Davis?" Mr. Yukimura called.

Eva looked up at him and blinked once, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Are you okay?" He asked pointedly as his eyes flickered to Eva's hand that was holding her pen tightly, her nails digging into her palms. She blinked slowly and nodded once before she looked up at him and nodded again – Kira's father, as well as her mother – were completely aware of the situation. Mr. Yukimura smiled at her kindly before he gestured to the board, "Would you like to start revising last week's homework?"

Eva blinked once and nodded slowly as she grabbed her notebook and headed forward towards the blackboard, picking up the piece of chalk. Eva stared at the dark green surface of the board for a minute as she lifted her shaking hand to press the chalk against the black board. She started scribbling onto the board – and when she stepped back she took a deep breath and let her hands fall at her side. That's when Eva realized what she wrote, drew, on the black board. Five intersecting circles. And the middle intersection had something scribbled into it – something in Gaelic. Eva took a deep breath as she turned to look back at the class room, though her eyes only met Stiles'.

That's when she felt it – the burn in her chest. Eva dropped the chalk and the notebook and hurried out of the classroom. Stiles glanced back at Scott before he quickly hurried after her Eva, out of the classroom. He stood in the hallway momentarily when he saw her hunched by the row of lockers, coughing and gasping for breath. Stiles quickly hurried beside her and placed his hands underneath her elbows to help her up. "Eva, hey…" Stiles muttered under his breath as he helped her stand up, but she still coughed into her hands and gasped. Stiles worried that she might be having a panic attack – but she wasn't screaming or thrashing. But she could barely breathe.

Stiles almost picked her up and headed to the nurse's office until he heard her soft whimper, "Bathroom…"

Stiles nodded quickly and picked her up anyways as he hurried to the closest bathroom- and walked into anyways as he set her down on her feet. Eva leaned against the sink and cough, and Stiles watched as she spat out that black stuff and…."Mistletoe." Stiles whispered as he reached out to rub her back gently and brush her hair back. Eva rinsed her mouth and took a deep breath once she felt it pass, before she slowly slid to the ground. Stiles sat down slowly and frowned as he brushed her hair back as she lied down on the cool floor and pressed her face against the tiles. "Are you okay?"

Eva hummed but didn't make any gesture as to whether she was nodding or shaking her head. Stiles glanced around before he pressed his hand against her forehead, and felt her surprising fever, as if it had only spiked now. "Eva," He breathed out, "I need to take you to the nurse's office. You're burning up."

"I'll be fine." She whispered, but her whole body was shaking. "You're not fine." Stiles muttered defiantly, and looked up when he heard the bell ring. In less than a minute, Kira had run into the bathroom as well. Eva started to sit up as soon as Kira walked in, "What happened? Are you okay?" Kira asked hurriedly as she frowned and turned to Eva and take her face in both her hands, "Eva, are you okay?" Kira asked, concerned.

"I'm fine." Eva muttered as she gently pushed Kira's hand away and smiled at her bit, before she turned to Stiles, "Let me guess, Jennifer killed someone that was in that class room." Eva muttered and Stiles sighed heavily when it clicked in his head. "Yeah, the history teacher." Stiles nodded as he pulled Eva close to his chest and frowned as his eyes flickered sideways at Kira, who chewed on her lip nervously. "You should go home, Eva."

"No." Eva shook her head quickly as she pulled away from Stiles and sat up, before she ran her hands through her hair. "I'm fine" She nodded quickly and started to get up. Stiles stood up slowly beside her, his hand outstretched in case she lost her balance. He didn't like this – he didn't like this at all, but Eva was defiant and there was no changing her mind once she'd decided something. He knew the sleep deprivation was taking a toll on her, and he realized that he had no more classes with her today aside from History. Stiles glanced around as Eva rinsed the sink and fixed herself in the mirror, "I'm fine." She nodded once before she turned to both Kira and Stiles and nodded gratefully, then headed past them out of the bathroom.

"I took a picture of what she drew on the board before my dad rubbed it away." Kira muttered quickly as she and Stiles followed her out of the bathroom. Scott was handing Eva her bag before he turned to Stiles and handed him his stuff as well. "I'll see you at lunch." Eva muttered, giving Stiles the best smile she could muster up before she glanced at Kira and nodded her head for the girl to follow her, despite the fact that her whole body was jittering. Stiles and Scott exchanged worried glanced as the two girls hurried off. Stiles' phone buzzed and he quickly pulled it out to flip through and open the photo Kira sent him. His eyes flickered sideways to Scott, "We need to show that to Deaton." Scott told him, and Stiles nodded once.


Eva decided she couldn't spend the rest of the day with Stiles after school – he reluctantly drove her home and glanced sideways at her as he parked the car in front of her house, "Are you sure you're okay?" Stiles asked and Eva turned to him and nodded slowly, "I'll try to sleep, I promise." Eva told him before she leaned over to kiss him. Despite the dread that was in Stiles' heart, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers, his hand holding her face, caressing her cheek gently – not wanting to let her go. Eva opened her eyes slowly when she pulled away, "Or we could go to your place."

Stiles laughed a little and lifted a brow, "Are you sure?"

Eva laughed tiredly before she nodded, "I'd rather spend time with you."

Stiles shook his head slowly before he took off and drove the short way back to his place and parked his jeep in the driveway. Stiles got out and hurried over to Eva's side to open the door for her and help her out of the jeep so she wouldn't stumble or something.

Eva followed Stiles to his room silently and set her bag on the bed, before she flickered her eyes across the room and towards Stiles' desk, her eyes falling on the folder that read property of Beacon Hills Police Department. Eva narrowed her eyes as she stepped towards it and pushed the papers out of the file.

"Stiles," She called out as she stared down at the photos of the a dead body – a few months ago photos like these would have scared the hell out of her, now they would probably just give her nightmares. However, Eva picked up the photo and took a deep breath.

Stiles hurried towards her when he saw the photo in her hand and scratched the back of his head, "They found him dead last night behind the bank."

"Behind the bank?" Eva lifted a brow as she turned to Stiles, "The bank that the alphas put your friends in?" Eva asked as she turned back to look at the photo. Stiles hummed slowly and frowned, "Why, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." She set the photo aside and turned to Stiles, "How come you have this here?"

"It's a thing I do. I steal my father's cases and try to help him solve them." Stiles muttered as he turned to look at the file, "But this one seems like a normal guy who got jumped on in an alley and died as an accident."

"How do you figure?" Eva asked as she looked down at the papers again, "Well, they found him there and all his groceries were around him so I guess he didn't really see it coming. And it says he had struggle marks and the COD was skull fracture."

"Oh." Eva looked down at the photo, before she picked it up again. "Stiles those aren't normal grocery store bags." Eva whispered as she looked up at Stiles. Stiles frowned as he leaned closer at the photo. "These are from the supermarket."

"The supermarket is all the way across downtown from the bank." Stiles muttered as he turned to Eva and Eva took a deep breath when she felt her heart hammer in chest roughly. "That means the grocery bags weren't his."

"And if they lift prints off those bags they'll find out who was there." Stiles finished and glanced down at Eva, grinning, "You're a genius. I have to tell my dad this."

"Stiles, you can't." Eva muttered as she looked up at Stiles, who frowned and shook his head slowly, "What do you mean?"

"You can't tell your dad to lift the prints off the bags." She muttered, and Stiles lifted both brows, "They're going to lift the prints anyways. It's protocol."

Eva turned away from the desk and closed her eyes, "But they can't, Stiles." Eva whispered as her shoulders start to rise and fall & her breathing quickened. Stiles quickly hurried to stand in front of her and he took her face in his hands, "Hey, look at me. Tell me what is it?" Stiles asked, and Eva looked at him, her eyes wide and panicked. "Last night. Yesterday, I was supposed to go grocery shopping before I came over for dinner, and I could have sworn I did." Eva muttered and shook her head slowly, "But when I got home my mom asked me about it and I brushed it off but then this photo…this man, I knew I saw him before." Eva whispered hesitantly. "What if…what if they lift the prints and they're mine?" Eva looked up at Stiles blinked away the tears that had welled up in her eyes.

Stiles felt his heart sink when he saw the tears in her eyes, and he slowly guided her to the edge of his bed and helped her sit down, "Okay you need to listen to me. I'm going to tell you one last thing I haven't told you yet." Stiles muttered as he sat down beside her. "Remember that day I asked you to sketch the guy you saw in the rave?"

Eva nodded slowly and Stiles took a deep breath, "That actually wasn't a guy." Stiles started, "It's kind of a demon warrior thing. It's called an Oni. There are three of them." Stiles muttered, "They're….looking for someone who is possessed by something. Usually an evil kind of kitsune. A nogitsune." Stiles looked up at Eva when he saw the color drain from her face and she quickly stood up and pulled away from him. "So….there's a possibility I killed that man." Eva whispered as her whole being began shaking. Stiles quickly got up and stood in front of her, "Not you." He corrected, reluctantly confirming what he was suggesting.

Eva looked back at Stiles and blinked away the tears that had welled in her eyes, "How do we know for sure?"

"We don't…" Stiles whispered, "The Oni, they do something to check supernatural creatures, make sure they're not possessed. But…I can't risk them checking you. If that thing….if that thing is possessing you….they won't just give us a chance to try and help. They'll…" Stiles voice trailed off and Eva swallowing thickly, "They'll kill me."

"Look, you probably have nothing to do with this, okay?" Stiles muttered as he took her face into his hands and with his thumbs he brushed away her tears, "If you want I can ask my father about those prints and make sure he tells me before anything is done about them, okay?"

"That's not enough." Eva shook her head slowly then took a deep breath as she sniffled once, "I want to see what was inside those bags." Eva muttered, and Stiles frowned, "It's the only way we can be sure."

Stiles pursed his lips and nodded slowly, "Anything." He sighed, "But that means we'll have to sneak into the police station." Stiles warned her and Eva nodded quickly. Stiles sighed again as he pulled her closer to press his lips to her forehead, before he pulled her into his chest. "It's going to be okay, Eva. I promise. I promise." Stiles whispered as he pressed his lips to her hair and wrapped his free arm around her. Eva relaxed a little into his arms and closed her eyes, finding some solace in Stiles' hold.