Somebody to Die For
She took a deep breath in through her nose, her eyes closed tight and her arms wrapped around his neck. His forehead was pressed to hers and his hands rested loosely on her hips. She combed her fingers through his hair with one hand and traced the gently raised pattern on his shoulder blade with the other.
She whimpered softly when she felt him pull away. He swallowed thickly and opened his eyes, raising his head and pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She opened her eyes and his forehead wrinkled in concern when he saw the tears swimming in them. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He cleared his throat and sniffed, gathering his courage.
She brought her hand around to his face and carefully traced them over his features, memorizing his bone structure and the color of his eyes. He opened his mouth again to speak but words rushed out of her mouth before he could say anything. "You don't have to do this." She whispered. He sighed and lowered his head. "Yes I do."
She shook her head and tightened her grip in his hair, pulling his head up to look at her. "No. We'll figure something out. We'll….we…We'll figure something out." She finished lamely. Stiles gave her a melancholy smile, licking his lips and running his hand through her hair one final time. "It's only 72 hours." He whispered.
She pressed her lips together tightly and nodded, staring down at their feet. "A lot can happen in 72 hours, Stiles." He swallowed thickly and shook his head. "I know." She hummed shakily before pressing her lips tightly to his. It was hard and painful. She needed to feel something other than the crushing pain inside of her chest threatening to tear her apart.
It ended too quickly before Stiles was pushing away from her, turning his back and walking across the front entrance out the open door.
Allison was on her left and Lydia on her right. She could feel Kira behind her. Stiles didn't turn once on his way to the car. She knew he wouldn't because if he did he wouldn't go. He would stay and hurt people. Even though every part of her knew that it was the evil part of him that caused damage, she needed to protect her child. If sending him away protected Jamie, then she would send him away no matter how much it hurt her heart.
She could hear her blood pumping in her ears and her vision began to blur. She was starting to see spots dance in front of her eyes where the car used to be. She didn't even know they'd left. She turned when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Kira's eyes were wide and worried. Her mouth was moving but Keeva heard no words. "What?" She felt more than heard herself ask.
She whipped around sharply when a set of hand were placed gently on her shoulders. Lydia carefully pushed her down to a sitting position against the wall while Allison crouched in front of her. Keeva's teeth chattered and the world was shaking. No, not the world. She was. She was trembling so violently that her teeth knocked painfully together.
She ran her shaking hands through her hair and suddenly felt her head slam against something hard. Her chest felt tight and she couldn't catch her breath. She looked around wildly and clutched at her chest.
Kira dropped to her knees in front of her and held her hands out. "Keeva! Calm down! You're okay!" The small Asian girl looked frantically over her shoulder at the other girls. Lydia calmly pushed Allison aside and knelt in front of Keeva. She placed her hands against Keeva's cheeks and forced their eyes to meet. "Keeva, take a deep breath. Just like that."
Keeva shook her head frantically from side to side and clenched her eyes shut. In some distant part of her mind she thought that this was how Stiles must've felt whenever he had panic attacks. She knew that's what was happening to her. A deep pain had rooted itself in her chest and her stomach rolled violently.
Lydia took one of her hands and pressed it to Keeva's chest and took one of Keeva's hands and placed it against her own. "Match my breathing. Can you feel me? Match it, Keeva." The trembling girl stared hard at Lydia and closed her mouth, breathing quickly through her nose. The first few breaths were shaky and shallow but she quickly grasped the rhythm.
She closed her eyes and sagged her shoulders as soon as she'd gained control of herself. She felt hot tears trail down her cheeks. "I can't do this." She whispered, brokenly. Allison crouched between the other two girls and nudged Keeva's knee until she opened her eyes. "You don't have a choice." Keeva nodded and looked at one of her best friends.
"Your baby, your son, needs you. He needs you now more than ever. Stiles is gone and until we find a way to save him, he won't be around. Jamie needs you." Keeva licked her lips and took a deep breath before slowly rising to her feet. Allison held out a hand and helped her to her feet. Keeva clenched her eyes shut and prayed for guidance in this crazy world.
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"Okay, I know there's the whole 72 hour thing but I really need to use the phone." Stiles said frantically as he followed the fast paced nurse down the hall. "The accident you saw is being taken care of." Her response was monotonous. Stiles' eyebrows flew into his hairline. "You're seriously referring to that as an accident?"
She pushed open the door she'd just unlocked and stepped to the side, allowing him to enter. "The incident." Stiles narrowed his eyes at her condescending tone. "Slightly better, still need to use the phone." She turned to face him as he framed the doorway. "Just five minutes?" She pulled on the door handle and Stiles braced his weight against it. "Three minutes. A three minute call."
She rested her weight on her left side and cocked an eyebrow. "Would you like to go to sleep, Stiles? Or would you like to be introduced to our five point restraint system?" Stiles pursed his lips and turned to look over his shoulder when a voice spoke from behind him. "I would go with sleep."
The person he was sharing the room with was strapped down to the bed. Both of his wrists were strapped along with his ankles and a thick strap across his chest. Stiles turned back to the nurse just as she pulled the door closed. "Hey! Wait!" He pressed his hands to the door before banging his fist half-heartedly against the wood. "I'm Oliver." Stiles lifted his head and turned to face his roommate.
The boy was on the heavier side with dark circles under his eyes and wild hair. He was pale and the moon reflected off of his face making him appear sickly. "Stiles." He walked to his bed and sat on the edge. "There was a suicide, huh." Oliver was stating a fact rather than asking. Stiles nodded mutely. "Is it Monday? There's a much higher suicide rate on Monday's."
Stiles drew his eyebrows together and licked his lips. "Okay, then." He stood again and stepped up to the door. "Hey, can someone…can someone please just let me out of here? Someone? Anyone?" The building was eerily silent for a mental hospital. "I heard it, by the way." Stiles looked over his shoulder at his restrained roommate. "It happened in the stairwell, right?"
Stiles sat back on his bed and stared at Oliver. "Yeah, how'd you know that?" Oliver smiled to himself, triumphant. "I heard the echo." Stiles pressed the palms of his hands together and slid them between his knees. "What do you mean?" Oliver turned his head to face Stiles. "It's this place. Something about the way that it was built. Everything echoes, eventually. That's why they call it echo house."
Stiles remained silent and slowly turned his head to stare out the window, watching the tress bend in the wind and watching the leaves fly across the ground. He licked his lips and thought of Keeva and Jamie. Jamie was staying with Megan until they figured out a way to fix him. If they figured out a way to fix him. He took a deep breath and blinked, his eyes heavy. He couldn't fall asleep.
He pictured Keeva again, her red hair blowing in the wind outside. Her face glowing in the moonlight and the leaves rustling under her boots. He could see her smile like it was a spotlight, shining on him. A smile came to his face as he thought of her nursing Jamie before school. Motherhood was good for her. She was so beautiful.
He didn't move when he heard Oliver turn his head. "Have you been awake all night?" Stiles turned his head to face him. "Yeah, I can't sleep without my pillow." Oliver blinked and then started coughing, violently. "You okay?" Oliver nodded and cleared his throat. "Yeah, I swallowed a bug the other day. You ever do that? I keep coughing like it's still in my throat."
Stiles grimaced and licked his lips. "That's disgusting, Oliver. You don't have any idea when they unlock the doors, do you?" Oliver lifted his head when the sound of the locks shifting got their attention. "Now." Stiles sagged and stood, changing into the clothes provided for him.
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Keeva sat with her back against the head board, her ankles crossed and all the lights off. She was dressed in a pair of black leggings and one of Stiles' flannel shirts. The sheriff had gone to work shortly after dropping Stiles off and hadn't been home since. She was alone in the house and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.
She didn't look up when her door opened and the light flared on. She blinked several times but didn't look up. "Keeva, get dressed, come on." Scott said. She slowly lifted her head and stared at him. Scott, Ethan, Aiden and Allison had congregated around the foot of the bed and stared it her with mixtures of pity, sadness, sympathy and frustration. "What?" She whispered. Allison sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come on. We have a plan."
Keeva shook her head and turned away, rolling to her side and curling her arms around Stiles' pillow. Scott sighed and shared a look with Allison. "Keeva, it's going to be okay." Keeva shook her head. "It's not going to be okay. Nothing's going to be okay." Aiden scoffed. "He's not dead."
Allison and Scott whirled around to face him and Ethan backhanded his shoulder. "Aiden." The beta wolf shook them all off and knelt on the bed, wrapping his hand around Keeva's arm and pulling her into a sitting position. She yelped and glared hard at him. "It's not like he's not coming back. Yes, there's something evil inside of him lurking just beneath the surface and yes, we might not be able to safe him but he's not dead. We're trying to help him and if you'd pull yourself out of your grief for more than half a second, you might be able to help him too."
Everyone held their breath as Keeva took a deep breath in through her nose. She kept her eyes locked with Aiden's for a good few seconds before clearing her throat. "Can you please let go of my arm?" Aiden waited for a few more seconds before complying, slowly releasing her and moving back to his position beside his brother.
Scott and Allison watched in stunned amazement as Keeva wiped her hands across her cheeks and pushed herself to the edge of the bed, gathering up clothes and locking herself in the bathroom. Scott turned wide eyes to Aiden. "How'd you do that?" Aiden just shrugged. "She just needed someone to pull her out of her grief. Everything I said was true and she knew it. She just needed someone to tell her."
Allison jumped slightly when the bathroom door opened and a more refreshed looking Keeva stepped out. "What's going on?" Allison gaped like a fish for several seconds before shaking herself out of it. "My father said all the Kitashi evidence was being moved to lock up by an armored car tonight. Probably within the next few hours." Keeva's eyebrows shot up. "We're going to rob an armored car?" She asked, looking to the twins for clarification. "Well, we're going to try." Ethan said.
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Stiles lifted his head from its bowed position in front of the sink. He straightened when he saw someone, a very female someone, showering behind him. "Uh," He turned his head away so he couldn't see her. "Don't worry, Stiles. You didn't accidentally walk into the girl's bathroom." He cleared his throat. "Thank God. Um, so what are you doing in the boy's room?"
"Showering." Stiles rolled his eyes. "I can see that. I mean, I didn't see anything…not that I'd want to see…there was too much steam…" He rambled, trying to gather his thoughts. "Stiles, I don't care. In the woods there was no girl's and boy's room. And just so you know? They keep the water temperature in the girl's room too low. It's much hotter in here. Ever since I turned back to human I just can't seem to get warm."
Stiles nodded, following her logic very clearly. "Maybe you just have a low core temp. Maybe you might just be sick or…"
"I used to have a fur coat."
"Or that. Hey, might be that. Probably that." Stiles shook his head. He didn't turn when the heard the water shut off. Malia walked over to him, wrapping the towel around herself as she approached him. "Now you're staring." Stiles scoffed. "No, I'm not." He turned to her when it was clear that she was suitably covered. "Then what are you doing?" Stiles took a deep breath and stared at her. "I was kind of wondering why you punched me."
Malia lifted one eyebrow and sighed. "Did you think I was going to thank you?" Stiles shrugged. "Maybe. We did kind of save your life." Malia nodded and pulled her eyebrows together. "You're right, Stiles. Thank you. Thanks for invading my home, for putting me on the run, for turning me back to human so I can look at my father every day and try to figure out how to explain to him that the reason my sister and mother are dead is because I almost ate them on a full moon. Thank you so very much."
Stiles sighed and licked his lips, unable to fully meet Malia's eyes. "We were just trying to help." Malia pursed her lips. "You want to help me? Find a way to change me back." Stiles pulled his eyebrows together and took a step towards her. "You want to go back? To being a coyote?" Malia stared at him, seeing the realization in his eyes. "What do you know?" Stiles licked his lips. "I might know somebody who can teach you how to change." Malia nodded frantically. "Okay, what do you want?" Stiles sucked his teeth and met her eyes. "I need to get into the basement. Which means I need to get the keys off that orderly, the big one."
"Brunsky." Malia nodded, urging him on. Stiles tilted his head to the side. "You help me, I'll help you."
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"This is a really bad plan." Keeva said. Lydia had joined them shortly after Keeva had been informed of their plan to rob an armored car. Allison was standing at the window, Aiden was pacing in front of Stiles' desk which Scott was sitting at and Ethan and Lydia were seated at the edge of the bed, Keeva standing in front of them. "It's not that bad." Lydia said. Keeva gave her a withering look. She could hear the hesitation in her voice.
"It's not that good." Ethan chimed in. Lydia sighed and Aiden rubbed the bridge of his nose. "None of us knows the route they're going to take. If Allison can get one of her dad's GPS trackers on the armored car, then we can follow it." Allison nodded and turned to face the group. "So that when it gets here," She pointed to a bridge on the map laid out on Stiles' desk. "We attack them." Aiden cut her off.
Lydia turned to face him and narrowed her eyes. "No. Your bikes will be in the middle of the road looking like you guys got into an accident and," She turned to face Allison. "When the driver gets out to help,"
"We attack him." Aiden chimed again. "No!" That time Allison and Lydia scolded him. Keeva pressed her lips together, amused. "You will distract him and Scott will break open the back door." Lydia took a deep breath in and gazed down at the map. "I hope." Scott provided. Keeva's mouth dropped open but she wisely chose not to respond judging from the look on Allison's face. "And you will get Kitashi's finger." She said to Ethan. Ethan's eyes widened slightly. "It's not his actual finger is it?"
Scott gaped up at Lydia whose eyes widened at the sheer stupidity radiating off of the males in the room. Keeva snorted and did a horrible job of masking it. "We are so out of our league." Lydia said, more to herself than to anyone else. "Why aren't we just going to Stilinski for help?" Ethan asked.
Keeva looked away and Scott bowed his head. "Because if he gets caught then it's the sheriff tampering with federal evidence." Ethan wilted at the prospect of their success. "Guys, this is going to work." Allison piped up. Her positivity was overwhelming. "We can do this. We're losing Stiles, my dad is in jail for murder. We need to do this." Keeva met Allison's eyes and smiled sadly when the brunette's eyes locked on hers.
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"Scott, we need to go." Keeva whispered. She was standing at the foot of the stairs while Scott grabbed his motorcycle helmet. They were supposed to meet the rest of the group at the rendezvous point twenty minutes ago. She rolled her eyes. Scott had affectionately named it.
Scott trampled down the stairs with the grace of an elephant and jerked his head towards the door. He had pulled it open and then stopped. Keeva scoffed and peered around his shoulder, freezing when she saw Kira. "What are you doing here?" Scott asked. He stepped aside and let Kira in.
Keeva slipped her hands into her back pockets and waited. "I want to help." Kira said. Scott looked at Keeva who shrugged. He placed his helmet on the table. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea." Kira turned to face them. "Because of my mother." Scott shook his head. "No, I know that's not your fault."
Kira nodded and clutched the strap of her bag to her chest like a safety tool. "Yeah but it still feels like it is. And if I can help, shouldn't I?" Scott glanced over his shoulder at Keeva who jerked her head to the door. They were already late. Scott looked back at Kira. "People who help us usually end up getting hurt. Badly." Keeva nodded her agreement but nobody was watching her.
She sighed and leaned against the counter. "Okay, but I've been practicing." Kira pulled her bag from her shoulder and set it at her feet, riffling through it. "Practicing what?" Scott asked, watching her. Keeva craned her neck to see. "I've been picking this up really fast like crazy fast."
Keeva gasped and covered her mouth with her hand when Kira drew a katana blade and almost took off Scott's head. "You sure about that?" Scott asked, wide eyed. Kira smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Watch." Keeva took a few steps forward to get a better view of what Kira was doing.
She twisted her wrist in rapid motion before spinning with the blade above her head. She twirled it again around her arm before standing in a defensive crouch and twisting the blade quickly through the air. Scott and Keeva both stared wide eyed. "Okay, you're coming." Scott breathed. Keeva nodded emphatically. "Let's go." She said.
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Keeva was standing on Allison's right while Kira flanked her left. Allison looked through the scope of her crossbow before leaning towards Kira. "You're up." Kira nodded and stood up, stepping swiftly around Scott and racing towards the armored truck.
Keeva sucked in a breath when Parrish came out of the side door. Kira raced around to the driver's side and waited. Keeva watched as Parrish drew his gun and looked around, frantic. He came around the back of the truck and lifted his gun. "We have to do something." Scott said.
Before anyone could move, the doors burst open and someone, massive, grabbed Parrish's shoulders and knocked his face against the back end of the truck before tossing him to the ground. "Who the hell is that?" Keeva asked. "Kincaid." Allison said.
Kincaid began to rummage around through the evidence boxes. Keeva stood and circled around the parked police cars they were hiding behind. Scott did the same while Allison moved up the middle. He was either too preoccupied to notice them or he already knew they were there.
He pulled the finger out the evidence bag and held it up the light, inspecting it. "We need that finger." Scott said. Kincaid turned, an amused expression on his face. "Why should I give it to you?" He said, tossing the empty bag back in the truck, turning to face them. "There's a briefcase in there with 150,000 in it." Kincaid held up the finger. "The scroll inside this prosthetic finger is worth three million."
Scott adjusted his stance. "Give me the finger." Keeva drew her eyebrows together and glanced at Scott. He rolled his eyes and glared at Kincaid. "You know what I mean." Before anyone could respond, Kira leapt off the roof of the truck and onto Kincaid's back. He easily grabbed the back of her jacket and tossed her to the side. Keeva snapped her gaze up to him and watched as his canines elongated and his eyes turned blue. "I guess negotiations are over."
Allison quickly shot an arrow at him. He dodged it and it hit him hard in the shoulder. Scott roared and charged him, easily being flung across the parking lot. Kira swooped up from her position against the wall and ran at him. He batted her away like she was a fly. Keeva snarled and ran low at his legs but he just stepped over her and barely spared her a glance.
He wrapped his hand around the arrow protruding from his shoulder and pulled, tossing it to the side. He looked up as Kira tried to deliver a kick to his chest. He wrapped his hand around her throat and lifted her off her feet. Keeva tossed her hair over her shoulder and stumbled to her feet, ramming her shoulder into the small of his back.
Kincaid wrapped his arm around her stomach and flung her to the side. Her breath flew out of her in one solid whoosh of air and she saw stars. Kincaid tossed Kira to the side and backhanded Allison when she tried to aim her crossbow at him again. Scott came at him and swiped his claws across his face. Kincaid barely flinched. He did it again to the other side and still, Kincaid didn't budge. Scott rammed a fist into his abdomen and nothing.
Scott threw his arm up to hit him but Kincaid wrapped his hand around Scott's wrist. Scott tried to use his other arm but Kincaid did the same to that wrist. Kincaid roared before delivering a sharp head butt. Scott came at him again but Kincaid knocked him to the ground and kicked him.
Scott rolled onto his back, gasping for air. Kincaid crouched down, staring down at Scott. "You have the eyes of an alpha, but where's the strength?"
"Up here." Kincaid glanced up and saw Ethan and Aiden standing on a balcony above his head. They simultaneously leapt over the ledge and attacked him.
Keeva pressed her hands to her chest, gasping for air when Lydia raced over and checked for damage. "Are you okay?" Keeva nodded and gripped Lydia's hand. Together, they pushed her into a sitting position before getting her to her feet. Once she was sure that Keeva was alright, Lydia raced to Allison and helped her stand, wrapped her arms around her and watching the twins fight.
Kincaid couldn't keep up with both of them. When one was down, the other was at his back. When the other was down the first one came at him. He couldn't watch all angles and was easily subdued by the twin betas.
Scott rolled to his stomach as Kincaid was shoved to his. "Stop, Ethan, Aiden…" They jumped over the wall and stalked Kincaid. "Stop!" Lydia cried. She stepped forward and stood just outside of Kincaid's reach. "You want him to come after us?" Aiden asked.
"Scott, we've seen guys like this. Trust us, he's dangerous." Scott stumbled to his feet just as Keeva made it down the stretch of blacktop, her hands still rubbing at her chest. "So are we." Scott looked down at Kincaid as he wiped the blood from his chin. "And he looks smart enough to remember that." Scott reached forward and pulled the finger from Kincaid's jacket, shaking the scroll from its confines.
Scott made eye contact with Allison and smiled at her. He looked up and over at Ethan and Aiden. "We're here to save a life, not end one."
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Stiles sat on the edge of the tattered couch in the basement, his knee bouncing and his hands shaking. Malia was next to him, stoic. Papers and files were spread out all over the floor at their feet and they didn't have anything. "Stiles?" He glanced over his shoulder and met Malia's eyes. "Where's your girlfriend?" He took a deep breath in and glanced back at his hands, his thumb tracing the lines of his palm.
"She's back at home, trying to figure out how to save me." He said. Malia drew her eyebrows together and shifted so her legs were hanging over the edge of the couch. "Why do you say that like it's a bad thing?" Stiles shrugged. "Because I don't know if they can." He looked over at her. "Save me." Malia licked her lips and sighed, glancing down at the pile of papers at her feet. She turned her head and almost instantly gripped Stiles' forearm in her hand, her nails digging into Stiles' skin. He winced and followed her gaze.
She stood up and walked around a set of boilers before coming to the self-symbol. She crouched down and tapped one knuckle against the wall, the sound echoing. She glanced up at Stiles, excited. Stiles glanced around frantically, searching for anything that would allow him to break open the wall. He swung several times, effortlessly tearing a human sized hole through the wall.
Once he could successfully see through the wall, he crouched down and waited for the dust to clear. He saw a body, with an old military jacket on a gauze wrapped around his face. "This is him." Stiles breathed. Malia looked at him, slightly confused. "The nogitsune?" Stiles didn't say anything and watched as she stuck her hand through the hole and pulled out a photograph from the satchel.
She handed it to Stiles. "Recognize any of them?" Stiles gazed at the picture and his eyes widened when he saw a familiar face. "One of them." He stood and held the picture closer to his face. "I've got to get this to Scott." Before he could form another thought, a deep, startling current raced through his system, paralyzing him.
He fell to the ground, twitching. He pushed himself shakily to a sitting position and stared, wide eyed at Oliver. "You took Brunsky's keys. I took his stun gun." Malia placed her back to the wall and eyed the empty space beside Oliver. He took a step forward and pressed the Taser to her stomach, disabling her. He crouched in front of her, smiling. "I also took his Haldol." He prepped the syringe before jamming it into Malia's leg right above her knee. It took seconds for her to be unconscious.
Oliver stood and turned his back. "Like I was saying Stiles, I heard they used to do trepanation here." Stiles pressed his lips together and tried to form words but to no avail. Oliver picked up a vicious looking drill and turned to face Stiles. "I'm going to let the evil spirits out."
He placed the drill on the ledge beside him before stalking towards Stiles, grabbing his wrists and dragging him to a worn leather chair. He strapped his arms and legs down before heading towards Malia and doing the same to her. He stepped back in front of Stiles and smiled proudly. "I borrowed a few pointers from the five point restraint system."
Stiles glanced down and winced, jerked futilely against the straps. "Oliver," He started. "Stop this." Oliver began to cough and Stiles winced when it turned wet. When Oliver took his hand away from his mouth, there was blood sitting in the palm of his hand with a dead fly. "Oliver, listen to me. Oliver, please stop." Oliver glared at Stiles and leaned over him, the drill looming above his temple. Oliver squeezed the trigger and the drill began to turn menacingly. "Oliver! Don't! Stop!"
"Start with her." Stiles froze and watched as Oliver stopped the drill and turned to face Malia. He saw the nogitsune sitting behind a boiler and his eyes narrowed. He jerked against the straps again. "You did this?" He whispered. The nogitsune slowly turned his head to face him, his silver teeth gleaming in the light. "You got into his head."
"Every Dracula needs a Renfield." Stiles flicked his gaze towards where Oliver was adjusting the straps around Malia's wrists. "Just let her go." He said. The nogitsune stood, his height taking up the room. "Let me in." He hissed. Stiles closed his eyes and yanked hard on the straps around his wrists. "Stiles. Do you want her to leave here alive?"
Stiles grimaced and pulled against his restraints, his wrists chaffing and the skin quickly turning raw. "Do you want us to leave? We can walk out of this place." Stiles watched as Oliver jerked the straps holding Malia. "Just let her go, please." Stiles stared down at his wrists, red and aching. He pulled again, shleffing off another layer of skin. "Let me in." The nogitsune growled. Stiles cried out and slammed back against the chair. "Let me in, Stiles."
Oliver smoothed Malia's hair back from her forehead, the drill silent in his left hand. "Let me in." Stiles cried out, his eyes to the ceiling. "Just let her go, please!" The drill whirled to life. "Let me in, Stiles!" The nogitsune was urgent now, his voice quickly losing patience. "Let me in. You let me in, I'll let her live."
Stiles rested his head back against the chair, tears streaming down his face. "Let me in." Stiles closed his eyes and le this body relax. His hands went slack and his face fell into peace. The drill whirled steady and Oliver was inches from Malia's face. "Oliver." The boy took a step back and stopped the drill, both hands coming up to clasp it.
Stiles was standing, the straps broken at his feet. He rubbed his raw wrists and slowly turned empty eyes to Oliver. He slowly approached the trembling boy, who even in his madness could tell the difference between one Stiles and the other.
Stiles stopped in front of him and eyed the drill. Oliver laughed tightly. In one smooth motion, Stiles took the drill and knocked it against Oliver's head, rendering him unconscious. He stared down at his body before sighing in resignation. He carried the drill over to the ledge and placed it back with the other tools. "Stiles." He glanced over his shoulder at a slowly rousing Malia. He smiled and disappeared into shadows.
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Keeva quietly closed their bedroom door, leaning her back against it. She closed her eyes and recounted what happened after they got the scroll. Deaton said that the scroll appeared to say that the only way to defeat a nogitsune was to change the body of the host. And how do you change the body of the host? Turn Stiles into a werewolf, that's what. She sighed and shuffled forward, kicking her shoes off and tossing her jacket over the back of the desk chair.
She sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to remove her socks. "I shouldn't be surprised that you deposited the infant off to the nearest confidant." Keeva shot her head up but he was there, in her face and pressing her back to the bed. His hand came up to cover her mouth and his other arm wrapped around her waist, clasping both of her wrists in his hands behind her back. She was trapped against him.
His eyes trailed over her body, calculating the bruise that marred her sternum and the scrapes on her shoulders. "Someone's been a bad girl." She jerked against his hands but he smirked down at her and only tightened his hold. His knee came up to rest on the edge of the bed by her hip, giving him more leverage and exposing more of her body to him.
Power radiated off of him like heat from a furnace.
"What could you have possibly gotten yourself into this time?" He stared down at her, his whiskey eyes empty of any and all emotion. She glared at him, her only defense with his body caging her like it was. He smirked again and blinked slowly. "You're having all the fun without me." He lowered his head and buried it in her neck, taking a deep breath and licking a stripe up the column. She shuddered and tried to shrug away from him.
He jerked his head up and stood, bringing her with him. She squeaked when he jerked her against him, both of his hand coming around to hold hers behind her back. His eyes rolled back into his head when he smelled the pain and terror on her. "You smell, delightful, my dear." He opened his eyes and trailed them across her form, taking her in.
As quickly as he captured her, he released her, practically flinging her down onto the bed. He crossed to the open window he'd crawled from. "I left something for you." He turned to stare at her as she fumbled around for whatever it was he'd given her. She saw an unfamiliar photograph resting on her pillow and brought it to her eyes. They widened when she recognized someone. She looked up to say something but found that he wasn't there.
She looked back down at the photograph and shivered, chills racing up her spine.
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Let me just apologize for not updating sooner. I've been sooooo busy with school. Homecoming is this Saturday and anyone in Greek Life would probably know that Homecoming includes float and the fraternity that we're participating in float with are Nazi's about it so that's been taking up my life for the last four weeks. It took me a while to get situated in my new house. First the internet, then the spiders, then the plumbing. It's just one mess after another but we've figured out.
Midterms were all last week but of course being an English Ed major I don't have any test until this week so that's wonderful. To top it off, I've discovered that I'm the worst Education major ever because I'm a junior and I have yet to take the MoGEA, a test I need to take to even qualify as an educator. Life just keeps getting better and better. Either way, I'm updating now so hopefully once Homecoming's over I'll have some more free time.
Who am I kidding? I have a massive research paper due before Thanksgiving that I haven't even started and I have to register for spring classes. Plus, I have to figure out how I'm supposed to pay all my bills. I need to stop complaining because there's always someone who has it worse than me. Tangent over. Thanks for listening. I hope you like this chapter.