Darkness consumes the field, only the blueish glow from the moon lighting the area. Screams and chaos desend on the field, seperating me from Scott. Parents and friends rush off the bleachers as players rush off the fields. Crowds of people crash into eachother, some falling to the floor, me being one of them. Feet step on me, forcing me into the dirt until a hand appears in front of my face. I grab it, looking up to see the concerned face of the Sheriff. He pulls me up and places his arm around me to stop me from being trampelled again. He leads us over to a small gathering of people just as the lights begin to come back on one at a time.
Now illuminated, both teams move to show a fallen player, Jackson.
"He's not moving-"
"-someone call an ambulance."
"All right, get back, get back." Coach pulls terrified players aside to see who it is. Lydia hurtles past, pausing once she see's her ex-boyfriend lying injured.
"Jackson? What's happening-What happened?"
"Can we get a medic over here!" Coach shouts louder than usual. Melissa snaps into action and kneels beside Jackson, checking for a pulse. The crowd quietens down as she presses her ear to his chest.
"He's not breathing. No pulse."
"Oh God-there's blood-there's blood on him." A hysteric Lydia kneels by Jackson as Melissa performs CPR chest compressions on him. Oh my God... He might be dead. Please say he's not dead.
"Hold his head tilted up, okay?" Melissa instructs Lydia, she does as she's told. Stilinski next to me pulls away, walking a few feet away and looking around the crowd.
"Where's Stiles? Where's my son?" I turn to him, noticing him get scareder as no one gives him an answer. "Where's Stiles? Where the hell's my son?" I grab his arm, trying to calm the older Stilinski down as I did with the younger one.
"It's okay. We'll find him. I promise. But you're the Sheriff rememeber. You need to take control of this situation." He listens to my words, nodding and walking over to his one of the cop cars that had just arrived. As he walks out of my eyesight, I rush back over to the bleachers, praying my bag was still there and intact. Not having found it on the seats, I go beneath them to look. I see it crumpled and battered, lying in the dirt, a book hanging out. I pick up the book, not bothered by the actual bag anymore. My Grimoire was fine, barely any mud on it at all.
Flicking through the pages, I finally find what I'm looking for. A Shadow Locator Spell. Reading the insturctions, I find that I need an item of Stiles' possesion. Looking up through the cracks between the seat, I spot a sweater lying on a bench. That will do. I run around the bleachers, grabbing it quickly. I look at the back, only to find that it was Scott's sweater instead of Stiles'. I drop it as I hear my name being shouted across the field.
"Nadia!" I look towards the voice, spotting the Sheriff calling me over. I approach him Scott and Isaac, holding the book close to my chest. He flips through his notebook, his hands shaking. "I have to meet with the medical examiner and figure out what just happened with Jackson, but I've got an A-P-B out for Stiles. His Jeep's still in the parking lot, whch means... Well, I don't know what it means. If he answers his phone or email or if any of you see him-"
"We'll call you." Isaac promises.
"Guys, after everything that's happened lately..." He trails off, lost his frightened thoughts.
"He probably just got freaked out by the attention or something. We'll find him." Scott reassures him. Stilinski nods but doesn't look convinced. He smiles at me, patting my arm sadly before walking off with his men to clear the locker room out. I notice the Coach begining to approach and take this as my time to escape. I ruch over to the parking lot and locate Stiles' Jeep. Pulling a hair slide of my pocket, I always have one on me, I pick the door lock. With the Jeep needing a lot of repairs, the alarm system was knackered. I slide into the back, finding his hoodie, his name and number printed on the back. I open the book quickly, flicking the the page I was just on. I hold the hoodie close and mutter the incantation.
"Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras." I say it a few more times before it finally works. My head tilts back, my eyes blurred by the vision.
"Shhhhh." But as he reaches for the black bindings around Erica's hands, both she and Boyd continue making muffled protests beneath their gags. Stiles grabs the binding when a blue spark of electricity lights the room. Stiles leaps up, snatching his hand away with a yelp.
"They were trying to warn you it's electrified." Gerard casually steps down the stairs into the basement.
"What are you doing with them?"
"At the moment, just keeping them comfortable. There's no point in torturing them. They won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect their Alpha is too strong."
"Okay... What are you going to do with me?"
"I'm not going to kill you if that's what you're thinking."
"Good. Because Scott can find me. He knows my scent. It's pungent. It's more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer, covered in fecal matter, urine and pure human filth. And Nadia can find me too. She's magic ya'know. All she has to do is cast a spell and she can see exactly where I am. The Argent House."
"You have a knack for creating a vivid picture, Mr. Stilinski. But I seriously doubt your little girlfriend could be that powerful. She's only just discovered magic, am I correct? Besides, I'll paint a better picture for you. Scott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp, while Nadia Lahey lies in a pool of her own blood from trying too hard with her magic. How's that sound?"
"I'd kind of prefer a nice still life or landscape." Gerard closes the distance between them. "All right, what are you? Ninety? I bet I could kick your ass up and down this room-" Gerard strikes him. Fast and shockingly brutal, the blow sends Stiles to the floor. Boyd and Erica watch helplessly as Stiles turns to look up. With almost a look of pity, Gerard grabs Stiles by his lacrosse shirt and drags him up. "Okay, wait, wait-"
But Gerard strikes him again. And again
I gasp when I come out of my vision, which ended in Stiles being dragged from the room by some of Gerards henchmen. He's at the Argent house, being beaten by Gerard. I swear, if it's the last thing I do, I'll make him regret ever taking Stiles. Even if I know I'll never be with Stiles, he's still my friend. A warm, wet liquid dripping onto my hand breaks me out of my thoughts. I look down to see bright red blood on my hand. I touch my nose, pulling away to see a small amount of blood leaking from there. I grab a tissue from my pocket, trying to stop the bleeding.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, a few minutes later. I pull it out to see an unknown number calling me.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Nadia. It's Sheriff Stilinski." When did he get my number? "I called Scott first but he didn't answer so..." I hear him breath down the end of the phone. "Stiles came home."
"I'll be right over." I rush to say, closing the book and attempting to get out the veichle without hurting myself.
"Alright but Nadia-"
"Ten to fifteen minutes tops. I promise." I hang up on him, tripping over my feet as I run out the parking lot.
I make to the Stilinski house, nearly running into a familiar car parked in the driveway. Lydia's car. I pause, realising she beat me to it. I go to leave when I hear my name being called for the second time this night.
"Nadia!" The Sheriff stands in his doorway, peering out at me. "Come inside. I know he wants to see you." I sigh hesitantly but enter the house anyway. He smiles as I pass him. "Up the stairs, first door on the right."
I nod, walking up the stairs slowly, each step closer making me want to run away. I hadn't had a chance to talk to Stiles about the other night, and I really didn't want to do it now. Especially if I end up walking in on Stiles and Lydia making out or something. I pause outside the door his dad told me to go to, hearing Stiles' voice through the door.
"How much do you even know about this?" At least I won't walk in on them kissing.
"Just... pieces. Half of it's like a dream." I hear Lydia sigh. Well, here goes nothing.
"Well, guess what?" I knock on the door, hearing footsteps as Stiles continues. "The other half's a freaking nightmare." The door opens to reveal a bloody faced Stiles, looking worse than he did in my vison. His lip was puffy and red, his cheek swollen and bruised. "Nadia? What are you doing here?"
"Your... Um... Your dad called me..." I lose my words, staring sadly at how bad he looks. "I just wanted to see if you're ok. Looks like Lydia's got everything under control. I'll just go..." I turn from the door when Stiles grabs my arm, pulling me back around.
"No, come in, Nadia. We need to talk." He pulls me into the light of his room, the darkened hallway partially covering my face.
"Is that blood on your face?" Lydia asks as I walk in. I wipe at my face self-consciously.
"Oh my God. Are you ok? What happened?" Stiles asks, peering at my face.
"I'm fine." I pull back from his hands, hands that used to make my heart beat faster, now make me want to cry. "What do you want to talk about?"
"You've been ignoring me since Matt died. I want to know if you're ok. You seem a bit shaken up." He steps towards me again, forcing me back.
"So would you if you finally knew your dad's killer was dead. And I haven't been ignoring you, I've just been busy."
"Nadia, you haven't answered any of my texts or calls. We're friends right? Friends look out for eachother when a psycho killer dies and passes on his little killing pet." My eyes start to well up at the word 'friends'.
"Yeah, we're just friends. Nothing more. That day on the field ment nothing to you obviously. But it meant something to me and... I can't do this anymore Stiles. I just can't."
"What are you on about?" He asks, a frown falling over his face.
"I'm saying that I like you Stiles! I really like you. I have done for a while now. Four long years of watching as you pine over Lydia, watching as she ignores you. But now you've got what you've always wanted, her in your room, listening to your every word." I spin around to look at the strwberry haired girl. "Look after him or I swear, you're gonna wish you never even talked to Stiles." Both stare at me in silence. I storm out of the room, unaware to Stiles following right behind me.
"Nadia wait!" He turns me around as I reach the top of the stairs.
"What-" I'm cut off by Stiles pressing his lips to mine, silencing me in the process. The short kiss allows me to enjoy his chapped and puffy lips for only a moment. He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine.
"If you think for a second that you can get away that easily, you are clearly mistaken." I smile, staring at his nose, knowing my eyes had probably crossed over. "Yes, I like Lydia . As a friend, and her being in my room was my dream a couple months ago but... Now I want it to be you instead. I like you Nadia. Jesus... I like you alot, really. For quite a while too." He kisses me quickly again, breaking away to pull me into his arms, a place I have only dreamed about. He rests his head on top of mine, a perfect fit. I stare at a stain on his shirt, suddenly rememebering what Gerard had done to him.
"He's gonna pay for this ya'know." I whisper, pulling away slightly to look at his damaged face. "Gerard is not going to get away with hurting you. I'll do whatever it takes, I promise." He pulls away, a mix between anger and hurt on his face.
"See that's the problem. You don't care if you get hurt. But you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated. And if you die? I'll literally go out of my mind. See, death doesn't happen to you. It happens to everyone around you." I take a step back from him, my back hitting the baninster of the stairs. "To all the people left standing there at your funeral, trying to figure out how to get on with their lives without you in it." He points to his lip and cheek. "You actually think this was meant to hurt me?"
The intensity of his words make me look down, ashamed.
"I'm sorry. Nadia, I know what you've been through... I just don't want you to get hurt even more. You don't deserve it."
"It's okay. I get it. I-"
"I know now isn't the best time but..."Lydia walks out of the bedroom where we had left her, cutting me off mid sentence. "I think this is a bit more important."
"Come on, Stiles. Faster!" Lydia eggs him on from the back of the Jeep. After leaving the Stilinski house, Lydia drove us to the school to get the blue Jeep. We were going to arrive in Lydia's car but Stiles said he didn't feel right being in the backseat. The side of the warehouse gets closer and closer as Stiles drives faster and faster.
"Here goes nothing!" He shouts as we crash through the metal of the building. I clsoe my eyes and duck my head down on reflex. The Jeep shakes as a body hits the front of it. I open my eyes, seeing several pairs of eyes peering at us through the windshield.
"Did I get him?" Stiles asks from beside me. I see Scott start to snicker from the corner of my eye, but the approaching Kanima gains my attention. He jumps onto the hood of the Jeep, raising an arm to slash down on the metal. As if by instinct, I swish my hand in his direction, making him fly through the air and hit the ground a few feet away. Spotting Gerard staggering away a couple metres from the rest of the group, I took this as my chance to do some damage.
"Phesmatos Superousu Em Animi." He fell to his knees, head in his hands as black blood began to stream from his nose. His screams were masked by Lydia screaming Jackson's name. She broke my concentration, allowing Gerard to get away as she attempted to climb over me.
"Jackson!" Lydia yells from the backseat. She crawls forwards, climbing over me to reach the door. She heads towards him as he stands back up from the floor, illuminated by the headlights of a SUV nearby, almost glowing in the darkeness. "Jackson?" She holds out her hand as the Kanima poses as if to strike her, tears begining to fall down her face. She opens her hand, revealing a key in her palm, making the creature pause as if it were in thought. Stiles nudges me, motioning to get out of the Jeep. We stand by Scott, watching and waiting.
Within an instant, the Kanima is now Jackson again, half transformed. Derek approaches behind him as Lydia gives him a look of regret, knowing what is abou to happen. As soon as Jackson lowers his clawed hands, Derek digs his own claws into the half turned ribs just as a man, who I haven't seen before, does the same to Jackson's back. He staggers forwards as the two men let go, Lydia manging to catch him as he falls. She guides him to his knees slowly, unable to take his full weight. As blood covers his torso, Jackson's eyes turn back to normal, human eyes. I can barely make out what he whispers to Lydia, pain taking over him.
"Do you... still..."
"I do. I still love you." Lydia answers his unspoken question. His eyes close, his head resting against her shoulder. "I still love you." More tears streaming down, make up smudgedes around her eyes. She continues to hold him until his hand falls open, the key falling with a light ding to the floor, everyone unable to do anything but watch in silent. I feel Stiles squeeze my hand, giving me a reassuring smile before going over to Lydia, holding her as comfort over her dead lover. Scott wraps his arms around me as tears begin to fall, Allison's voice breaking the silence.
"Where's Gerard?" Everyone looks to see her staring at a pool of black blood leading off into footsteps. He's gone.
"Dead hopefully." I whisper to Scott. He responds by squeezing me as if to shhh me, but I see him smile briefly.
"I doubt he's far." Mr Argent says. Derek pulls Isaac up from where he had previously been lying on the floor, everyone taking this as a signal to leave, when scratching on the cement echos throughout the warehouse.
Lydia turns in Stiles' arms to see Jackson's hands moving arcoss the floor. Claws appear at his fingertips, his body's wounds begining to heal as he stands up slowly. Scott lets go of me, bracing for an attack, followed by Derek and the man's who name I still don't know. But as Jackson opens his eyes, they don't look human or reptilian as they have previously done, they are blue. His mouth reveals two sets of fangs growing, hair growing on his cheeks. We all watch in awe and astonishment as a previously dead Jackson has now, finally, become a werewolf.
He roars for the first time, a sound that is beautiful and scary all at once. As he turns back to human, we all stare at the unbelieveable event that had just happend, all except Lydia. She lets go of Stiles and runs into Jackson's arms, both holding eachother close, afraid that the other might disappear if they let go. Stiles walks back over to Scott and I, a sad expression on his face.
"What?" Scott asks, but I'm afraid of the answer. While part of my mind knows that he likes me back, the other has forgotten, dreading to hear the words that will com eou tof his mouth next. Worried that they will be words that will break my heart yet again.
"He scratched my Jeep." Or not. I roll my eyes at him, a smile forming on my face. He smiles back, wrapping me in his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
The sunrising light streams through the Jeep as Stiles drops me off outside the McCall house.
"So that was Peter Hale? The guy that was responsible for making Lydia crazy and tried to kill you all at one point?" I ask, trying to get my head around the fact that this terrible person I had been told about is now on our side.
"Yeah. He made Lydia get Derek to bring him back to life." I stare at the windshield in awe, too many crazy things happening in the last 24 hours for me to process. "Listen... We need to talk."
"Oh God. That's never good." I turn to him, giving him my full attention.
"I like you. Really really like you. And I do want to be with you. But... I don't want it to ruin our friendship." I nod, not saying anything until he finishes. "The thing is, you're one of my best friends, and I didn't want to ruin that because of my feelings for you."
"I don't want to ruin it either, Stiles, but I don't think I can just be your friend any more. I like you too much."
"Well then, I guess we'll just have to be like normal. Just with the ocassioanl kiss or two." He says with a straight face.
"Only one or two kisses?" I say, a smirk making its way onto my face.
"Okay, maybe like a lot of kissing." He changes his mind very quickly, making me let out a small laugh. "But we are not gonna be the cutesy type of couple. No pet names." He points at me accusingly. I laugh before realising something.
"Wait... Was that you asking me out?" The grin lights up his entire face, making me feel happier than I have in a long time.
"Why yes it was. Do I get a kiss for it?" I nod, leaning forwards as he meets me in the middle, our lips sealing the deal.
I sit at the end of the bleachers, marking the page in my book as I see a blue Jeep drive closer to the field. Scott and Stiles jump out, going to the boot to pull Lacross gear from the back.
"You really think she's going to come back to you?" Stiles asks Scott as he pulls a bag of balls out of the Jeep. He looks straight at me as he walks past but doesn't see me, the invisibility spell I had cast working perfectly.
"I know she is. What about you and Nadia? I know you like her instead of Lydia now." He smirks at Stiles. I put the book down and walk up behind Scott.
"Things are going pretty good actually. She like me back dude. She admitted it to me last night!" The big smile on his face warms my heart.
"Why don't you just ask her out?" After the words leave his mouth, I jump up onto his back, turning visible again, scaring the life out of him and Stiles making them scream like girls.
"He already did." Scott drops his stick to hold my legs, Stiles holding a hand to his heart from fright.
"Nadia! Don't do that." Scott exclaims, making me laugh. He lets me down gently, allowing me to go over to my boyfriend and kiss his cheek, who puts his arm around my shoulders.
"Why don't you just get into goal and help me make captain like you promised?" Stiles says to Scott, who rolls his eyes and takes his position in goal. Stiles lets go of me, dropping the bag of balls.
"You know what I just realised? I'm right back where I started." Scott stands from his postion in goal.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean no lacrosse. No popularity. No girlfriend. Nothing."
"Dude. You still got me." Stiles says, slightly offended.
"Yeah, and you gained me. What else do you need?" Scott rolls his eyes in a brotherly way at my comment, turning back to Stiles.
"I had you before."
"And you've still got me. Life fullfilled." Scott simply laughs, going back into the goaly position. He puts a ball in the pocket of his stick and takes his sooting postion. I take a few steps back, not wanting to be hit in the face. "Now rememeber. No wolf powers."
"Got it."
"No super-fast reflexes, super eyesight, hearing, none of that crap."
"Okay." Stiles winds back, but pauses again.
"You promise? Because I can get get Nadia to do a spell and make you lose your werewolf powers!" I nod at this, rememebering the spell from the Grimoire.
"Will you just take a shot already!" Finally, with every bit of strength and concentration he can muster, Stiles sends the ball flying. Scott catches it easily, his eyes glowing yellow as he looks up.
"I said no wolf powers!"
At this point I know everything in my life is at its best, but I can't help rememebering something Deaton saying. The worst is yet to come. But I know, I'll be ready.
Wow... It's over! I love this story and to be honest, I nearly cried when I finished it. Thank you to everyone that favourited and followed and to jesslyn7, corruptedwriter, , Guest, XxMoonlitShadowxX, journey4eva, Isaac Fan, Guest, Nia235, lolsmileyface6 and mercenary2.0 for all the reviews, they meant a lot to me. I am writing a sequel but I don't know when I'll put it up or how frequent the updates will be. Also, Teen Wolf season 5 premieres tomorrow but I can't watch it till Tuesday because of the time differences :(. Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know loads of you will be happy that Nadia and Stiles finally got together! But, goodbye for now! xxExx
