Thank you all so much for following my story, I am blown away that you guys all like it. I am sad and I am freaking out that the finale is tomorrow! What am I supposed to do for four months!? Oh yeah that's right, write fanfiction. Here's chapter 12 you guys!
Song: All I Want by A Day to Remember
Chapter 12: Come Back to Me
Lydia's POV:
Scott's claws dug into Stiles' neck about fifteen minutes ago, and neither of them stirred. The werewolves assigned to hold down Stiles watched with caution, not knowing what to expect. Peter eyed Stiles almost lifeless body, as if waiting for something to happen. Deaton's gaze kept shifting from Scott, to Stiles, to Peter, then back to Stiles.The tension grew and Melissa snapped.
"What are you two waiting for?" she said, a slight strain to her voice. "What is supposed to happen?"
"Scott should be making contact with Stiles any moment now." Peter said, not removing his gaze from the unconscious brothers. "When that happens…well I have no idea what to expect."
"What is supposed to-"
Her words interrupted when Scott's body began to pulsate. All eyes grew wide as his eyes tightly clenched, mumbles escaping him. Deaton moved behind Scott to hold him up and keep him steady.
"What's wrong with him? What's happening!" Melissa cried out moving towards her son. Peter put an arm out preventing her from reaching him.
"He must have found Stiles." He said over Scott's shaking. My eyes grew wide as I watched Scotts body shake. His teeth clenched and his head rolled back slightly. I gasped when all of a sudden, Stiles body began to shake as well. The beta's reacted quickly as they held down their assigned limbs.
"Stiles must have reached Scott." Peter remarked raising his voice. "Don't let him move around too much!"
"We're trying!" Derek shouted, using every force possible to hold down Stiles. Allison moved to Melissa as did Kira, comforting the panicked mother. I stood in horror watching the two boys pulsate, mainly Stiles. I prayed that this would end soon as I pursed my lips, holding in my whimpers of worry.
"Stiles." Scott breathed between shaky gasps. My eyes grew wide as did the others, all eyes now on Stiles. "Don't…you…do...it."
I inched toward the table in a trance. I was coming up to Deaton's left, passing Derek who was struggling to keep Stiles' body from thrashing. I closed my eyes to try and reach Stiles through our bond. Once again, I was forced out of Stiles' mind. I tried again, but this time, I heard a voice. It wasn't Stiles or the nogitsune…it was Scott.
"Don't you do it!" His voice echoed in Stiles' mind. "Don't you dare let go!"
I was forced out of Stiles' mind once more and my eyes snapped open. My breath was shaky and I stared in awe, piecing Scott's mumbles to his screams that I just heard. Suddenly, Stiles thrashing ceased, and he went still. I gasped as Scott roared subconsciously.
"STILES!"
"He's losing Stiles!" I screamed, rushing to Stiles lifeless body. I ran between Scott and Derek, careful not to move his claws. I cupped Stiles soft cheeks, shrieking at how cold they were, panicking at how pale he was becoming.
"Stiles is slipping away." Peter said, his voice raised only slightly. "Lydia!" I snapped my head up to Peter who was inches away from my face.
"If you want to save Stiles, call out to him!" Peter half screamed. "Call out to him! If you don't he will be gone forever!"
I turned back to Stiles as the tears stung my eyes. His face that was once soft, full of light and life was now empty. I shook off my thoughts quickly and pushed back my fears.
"Stiles!" I cried concentrating on our bond. "Come back to me!"
I can hear Scott's pants, but Stiles never stirred. Panic surged through my entire body as my bond with Stiles began to slip. I could no longer hear Scott's cries in my head, only the pants he was saying now.
"Stiles don't you dare give up!" I screamed, shaking his head only slightly, desperately. "You can't leave your Dad, he needs you! Scott can't live without you and neither can I!" I had to choke back my sobs as I closed my eyes, once more trying to enter his mind.
"Don't you leave me!" I sobbed, gripping his face tighter. "Stiles Stilinski don't you leave me! I love you!"
I cried harder, pressing our foreheads together. I kept repeating aloud to Stiles, praying he would come back to me. The thought of losing him is too much to bare. Knowing Derek would kill the nogitsune in Stiles form was worse.
"Please Stiles," I whimpered. "Come back to me."
Stiles' POV:
I sank deeper and deeper into the water, the darkness of it closing in. I was underwater, but I can breathe perfectly fine. I thought as you go deeper underwater, the pressure would build up and the suffering would only increase. This was different. I found the darkness calming surprisingly, and I accepted that I was losing my self.
"Everyone has it, but no one could lose it." His menacing voice echoed all around me. I shut my eyes preparing to face the inevitable. Maybe Scott wasn't bluffing. Maybe he will kill the nogitsune regardless if it's still in my body or not. Good.
I can't stand the thought of being responsible for the deaths of all those innocent people, and I can't handle killing any more people. The nogitsune is a threat, and if killing me ends this demon then so be it.
"Everyone has it Stiles, but no one can lose it." The demon mocked.
"Shut up." I spat, defeated. I can feel the darkness closing in and I thought quickly over my last moments. I don't want to remember tormenting my friends and family. I remembered my Dad and his unconditional love for me. I thought of how Melissa really was like a mom to me. I thought of the pack, and smiled to myself over how much I irritated them, knowing they all warmed up to me, eventually making me pack. Finally, I remembered Lydia and Scott, the two most important people in my life who hold equal importance to me like my Dad does.
Those three people, I would have been lost without them. They All shaped the young man I grew up to be within the year that all this werewolf business went down. They helped me become me…my…my self.
The nogitsunes' riddle echoed in my brain and I looked up at the light above me that was starting to fade. The nogitsunes' laughter began to echo louder and louder.
"Everyone has it, but no one could lose it." He said menacingly. By the tone of his voice, he meant it to be the last time he spoke to me. My eyes widened through the water in realization.
"There's two answers." I gasped. "It's not just a shadow. It's self."
"Please Stiles. Come back to me."
Lydia, that's Lydia's voice.
"Stiles!"
Scott! I'm here! And I am not giving up! I can beat this thing, knowing that I can never lose my self. The nogitsune roared as I forced my arms and legs upward. The higher I got, the harder it was to move. My muscles ached and it became harder to breathe.
"You cannot defeat me!" The nogitsune growled, ringing in my ears. All at once, I felt sharp pains all over my body, like a million punches slowing me down.
"Yes I can!" I screamed going higher and higher, getting closer to the surface. It immediately became harder to breath. My chest felt tight and it felt like knives were slicing my entire body. But I couldn't quit.
"You are weak!" The nogitsune roared. A huge force knocked the wind right out of me sending me falling backwards several feet. The pain wasn't as bad as I was before, but still unbearable.
"You are too weak to defeat me!"
"Stiles! Keep fighting!"
"Lydia?" I said into the open air. I forced myself upward, hissing in pain. The higher I got, the worse I felt. I kept pushing my body upward, pushing against its aches and pains. My eyes watered as I screamed in pain, still pushing upwards.
"LYDIA!"
Lydia's POV:
I kept repeating for Stiles to come back to me, my voice faltering at every other word. Our bond was disappearing, I can feel it. A banshee scream was threatening to escape my lips, and it wasn't for the nogitsune. I was loosing hope, but I kept pressing on. I peaked over to Derek, who wore an unrecognizable expression. He was losing hope too. I snapped out of my thoughts, and kept calling out to Stiles, ignoring Scott's mumbles in the background.
"Stiles. Come back to me." I begged softly, my banshee instincts taking over. I took a deep breath, causing all of the werewolves to tense up. Melissa's eyes watered as did Kira's and Allison's. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I was about to let it go. That's when I felt it.
I looked back down to Stiles, shocked beyond relief. I cupped his cheeks as our bond grew stronger, no longer slipping away. Stiles' head wanted to roll to the side, but I kept it steady so Scott's claws wouldn't move. Stiles' fingers slowly clenched into fists, growing tighter and tighter.
"He's fighting it." Peter gasped in disbelief. "Hold his limbs down." He instructed the wolfs, forcing them out of their bewildered thoughts.
"C'mon Stiles." Deaton whispered, eyes locked on Stiles. I gasped in horror as his body began to tense up, his arms beginning to thrash around.
"This is going to be rough." Peter said bewildered. As if on cue, Stiles once peaceful face scrunched into one of pain. He began to pant, quickly turning his breathes into high pitched gasps for air. Then everything went hectic as the wolves struggled to hold him down. Peter, Melissa, Allison, and Kira ran to the table to help hold him down.
Fear surged through my body when the bruises began to flourish on his body. His teeth gritted together as small whimpers escaped his lips.
You cannot defeat me!
Chills went down my spine t the sound of his voice. But it's not as terrifying as it once was. It sounded afraid.
Yes I can!
"Stiles!" I whispered with joy, my features still showing worry. I held his face tighter, praying he would pull through.
You are weak!
Stiles body lurched forward, shocking everyone as a scream escaped Stiles' lips. Panic was evident on everyone's faces, and Scott continued to murmur Stiles name.
You are too weak to defeat me!
It is afraid. The nogitsune knows Stiles can defeat it, that's why it is trying one final trick. It's trying to convince Stiles that he cannot win. I realized that Peter was right, it was going to be painful. The stronger my mind gets, the more painful it's going to be. No, I won't let Stiles give up.
"Stiles!" I cried. "Keep fighting!"
I rubbed my fingers on his cheeks shakily as his body wanted to thrash, still being restrained by everyone else. Scott's thrashing ceased as Stiles increased, but the whispers for his brother didn't stop. The bruises kept coming, and Stiles subconscious whimpers turned into hisses, then to screams as his skin began to have scratches form on it.
"Lydia." Stiles whimpered, causing me to lose my breath for a second.
"Keep fighting Stiles!" I said, tears stinging my eyes. His face became more strained as his wails grew louder and louder, practically causing the room to vibrate.
"Stiles." Scott whispered breathless, and the two boys shook, both having tears escape their eyes. Then Scott retracted his claws from Stiles neck, taking a huge gulp of air, snapping awake. Stiles did the same, his body surging forward against the werewolves' hold.
"Stiles!" Scott gasped, eyes watery with worry, moving instinctively towards his brother only to be held back by Deaton. Stiles' body shock rapidly, and he clumsily fell off of the metal table. I tried to run to his side, only to be pulled away by Aiden.
"Let me go-"My screams were cut off by Stiles grabbing a cloth from his mouth, pulling it out. My stomach turned as he screamed, the rough looking bandage emerging from his insides. Stiles screamed and his face was red and everyone just stood in horror, too shocked to move. He kept pulling the cloth out until finally, the end of the bandage came out, Stiles gasping for air. I was going to move to him when a bandaged wrapped hand shot up from the soaked cloth that was strewn all on the floor.
Stiles clumsily scooted backwards, cringing away from the bandaged demon that was pulling its way out from the floor. No one moved an inch and Stiles whimpers became louder. Now fully out in the open, the nogitsune collapsed to its knees barring its silver jaws. Everyone's eyes widened in fear. The nogitsune was no longer in Stiles, It's here in the flesh.
The demon fox snarled, glaring evilly at Stiles who was too stunned to move, his arms shaking in fear. The nogitsune tilted its head and growled.
"Hello Stiles." It said menacingly. "We aren't done yet." Stiles let out a shaky breath, and the nogitsune lunged forward. Stiles screamed when the nogitsune wrapped his hand around Stiles throat causing the wolves to snap out of their dazes, lunging at the nogitsune.
The lights began to flicker and I couldn't tell what was happening. Aiden's grip on me tightened as I tried to run where Stiles once was. Growls echoed in the room until the nogitsunes roar over powered them all.
Suddenly, the lights were all on, and there was no nogitsune or Stiles to be seen. The panic set in as Scott ran out the door desperately calling for his brother with the other werewolves trailing behind. I collapsed to my knees, pained at the fact that we just got Stiles back.
And once again he was gone.
I hope you liked this short little chapter. I really want to make them longer, but I promise that will happen when midterms are over. Thank you again for your support and PLEASE REVIEW! Get ready for the finale tomorrow. I really hope Scott goes full alpha, and I mean season one full alpha, and kills nogitsune Stiles.
