Author's Note:
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WickedlyMinx: Bad Peter indeed!
AeydenOrion: Peter, selfish, haha, poor Sydney didn't realize what she was getting into when she paired up with him...
kinky-kitsune: When does Peter ever make the right choice? Maybe this chapter won't be so brutal for Sydney though
poorxbrokexcollegexkid: His time of being a little shit is not over yet...
RayBrown1998: Sydney's not one to lay down and take it, she's the type of girl that will make him regret it, big time.
ALEX: Peter called out to the voices, he made it easier for the voices to take over and drew the darkness to the surface. She stole his visa, he stole her memories lol. Derek just wants Sydney to be happy! Thank you so, so much for the review, I hope I've cleared up any confusion!
justwonderingwhoiam: Sydney's possession is a little bit different from Stiles...and Peter, oh Peter, who knows what he'll do
The Last of Us
Summary: Sydney didn't know what was in store for her when she knocked on his door but she knew why she was there. With no one left to turn to, would he be her hero or would she ultimately become the villain she could only dream about.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Teen Wolf, Sydney however is all mine.
Chapter 37:
When she opened her eyes, she found herself curled up against someone. It wasn't that she was afraid of who it was, she knew right off the bat that it was Peter but what alarmed Sydney was that she wasn't entirely confident in how she ended up back in the apartment. Most of the events of the previous night seemed to be a blur and those that were clear, well she couldn't recall being in control of her own body.
For a split second she panicked, jerking her entire body forward, ripping her limbs away from his but by the time she made it into a sitting position, the sheets clutched to her naked chest, she felt her limbs going numb. Shaking her head furiously, Sydney tried desperately to fight off the sensation.
Her movements had woken Peter up now, who had moved into a sitting position of his own next to her, his hand reaching out and coming to rest on her shoulder. She looked at him, a gleam of desperation in her eye.
Those who hurt us shall not go unpunished.
She didn't even have time to distinguish if the voices were in her head or if she had actually said them out loud before all feeling in her body disappeared. Her head turned to face Peter but she hadn't made that move, no, she had been trying desperately to get her fingers to move up and down, to flex the littlest bit. She tried to take a deep breath but it was no use. Whatever was inside of her now had total control.
"You okay?" Peter's voice was soft and she tried to growl at him.
Of course I'm not okay!
"I forgot what it was like to wake up, you'll have to forgive me, it's been a while since I've been alive."
Well yeah that sounded like her but she was screaming. Apparently she hadn't fought hard enough, relinquishing control of her own body, her voice belonged to the darkness now, every inch of her body belonged to the darkness.
Desperate for any sort of control, she tried to thrash and claw at whatever she could manage but it was no use. This thing, this creature, the darkness had the power and Sydney was no match for it.
"How long?"
"Since I've been alive? Oh, decades maybe. I've got to admit, this body is better than the one I used to have."
You dirty whore, you shut your mouth!
"Well Sydney's nearly flawless."
"Hmm Sydney, is that her name. You know she's trying to claw her way out, I can feel it in the back of my skull."
"Can't you let her out, even just temporarily?"
"And take a backseat to her mundane life? I'd really rather not."
She gave up now. Whatever was controlling her wasn't going to give in and Sydney had tried her hardest to make a dent. She let out a scream and watched herself wince at the sound. Another shrill scream and her body lifted its hands, covering her ears before her palms pressed against the side of her head.
With a growl rivaling that of a warrior's cry, she prepared herself and let out another ear-piercing scream, her body bending in half and eliciting a grunt. She continued to scream, trapped inside her own mind, until she felt a spark of feeling in her fingertips. Her palms no longer pressed into her head as hard and she paused, silently counting to three before letting out one more gut wrenching scream.
"Fuck!" She heard herself say, out loud, a tingling sensation traveling up her arms now.
She felt a chill run up her spine, her stomach clenching now as she struggled to breathe easy. Had she done it, had she really taken back her own body?
"Sydney?"
She whipped her head around to face him, prying her own hands away from her head. She settled her glare on him now and brought out her alpha eyes. A low growl echoed from her chest and Peter tilted his head, studying her now.
"You're a goddamn bastard!" She shrieked and threw the covers to the side, leaping out of the bed before she lost herself again.
Clearly angry, Peter watched her as she ripped open the top drawer of the dresser and pulled one of her very own t-shirts over her head, her hair remaining tucked in at the collar. Soon enough she had a pair of jeans ready to pull on and without even bothering with underwear, she quickly slipped her legs into the leg holes and hauled her jeans upwards, zipping them up as fast as humanly possible.
"Wait a second, what are you talking about?"
Was he trying to play dumb? Was he completely unaware that she had just watched everything play out in front of her from inside her own body? It was as though she was trapped inside a prison, a prison where no one could hear her and she was unable to move a muscle, which seemed like the absolute worst kind of prison imaginable.
"You-"
Before she knew what was happening, a sharp, searing, burning pain shot through her abdomen and she doubled over, squeezing her eyes shut and trying desperately to fight off the pain. It felt like someone had shoved a hot poker into her stomach but yet, there was nothing there. She tensed at the feeling of his hands on her shoulders and when she finally opened her eyes, she found that Peter had thrown on a pair of jeans too.
"Syd-"
"I just, oh god."
"What's happening?"
"It hurts."
Of course it does, let me back in and I can take it all away.
"Shut up!" She screamed now and Peter jerked away from her.
"I didn't say anything."
Take it all away.
"Be quiet!"
"Sydney who are you talking to?"
That's a good girl.
She violently dropped to her knees before keeling over onto her side. Tucked into the fetal position now, she desperately tried to fight off the voices. If she could just get them to stop talking, maybe she'd be able to keep control of her body.
Peter's arms wrapped around her middle and she felt all of her body heat slowly disappearing. Her bones were frigid, so cold that she feared if she moved too quickly they might shatter beneath her skin. Her jaw clenched, teeth pressing against each other so hard they felt like they could easily explode from the pressure.
Slowly the pain in her abdomen decreased but the same numbness as before started to course through her limbs, first she lost feeling in her fingers, then her hands, finally her arms. If she had been able to feel anything anymore, she might have noticed that her body had relaxed in Peter's hold.
So cold.
"God she's a fighter." She heard her voice saying and she was now stuck back in the recesses of her own mind, back to where she didn't want to be. It was as though her body was a robot, she could see what was going on, she could hear what people were saying but she lacked any control of her basic motor functions.
It had worked once before, maybe it would work again. Sydney focused everything she had on taking back her body before letting out a shrill shriek. She had been attempting to scream again but something was blocking her voice now. She couldn't make any sort of sound at all, not even a whimper.
"The screaming trick's not going to work anymore." Her voice shot back at her and Peter furrowed his brow in confusion. Maybe he had underestimated what was really going on with Sydney, maybe what he imagined happening was as far from reality as possible.
He had merely assumed that Sydney would pop up now and again, leaving the darkness inside of her to come and go as it pleased. It seemed like a win-win situation, he'd get a powerful dark spirit on his side and at the same time he'd get to keep Sydney from going back to Colorado, even if she was completely furious with him.
"Are you hurting her?" Peter questioned, meeting her eyes now. The familiar red of her alpha irises had disappeared and now Peter found himself looking into cold, black lifeless eyes.
"Hurting her? Are you kidding, she's the one still trying to claw her way out."
"So she's okay?"
"Well as okay as someone can be when they're trapped in their own head. I have to give you credit though, it's been a long time since I've seen someone do something this horrifying to someone they care about."
"I'm working on the faith that you'll-"
"That I'll what? She's mine now, a few more pitiful attempts at her trying to take back her body and I'll shut her right down, squash her if you will. There won't be any more Sydney left when I'm done with her."
"Wait-"
"Wait for what? You didn't think your actions wouldn't come without consequences did you? What exactly were you trying to accomplish anyways? She's mine now, she'll be mine forever once she gives up and it's all thanks to you. You broke her and broken minds are easier to overpower."
"She's not broken."
"Maybe not yet anyways. She's cracked though and once that crack seeps all the way through- well you get the idea."
This, this thing possessing her smirked at him, a look so fierce he had no doubt it was pure evil. It would seem that it was almost taunting him now, daring him to try to help Sydney break free of its hold. He had coaxed the darkness out to play the night before, calling her a good girl, calling to the voices, now he had to deal with what he had done.
Peter made his way to his feet and backed away from her, his eyes never leaving hers as he did so. She remained on the floor for all of two seconds longer than him before rising up to her full height and taking a firm stance in front of him. She tucked her hands into the front pockets on her jeans and continued smirking. There was a vindictive gleam in her eyes now, although her irises were still very much black in colour.
"God I love this body." She exclaimed, her wicked smirk still very present. "It's so trim, so fit, so firm."
Peter watched intently as her hands moved away from her pockets and came to rest on her hips. She took a deep breath and ran her fingers across the smooth skin of her stomach, her palms swiping up her sides as though this woman was testing the waters. The woman in front of him, the stranger in Sydney's body, cocked her head to the side before pressing forward, brushing past him to get out of the way and move out into the apartment.
"Where are you going?" He forced the words out, somewhat anxious for what she might be planning.
"I've got business to take care of, no point in wasting perfectly good daylight now is there?"
He didn't bother arguing with her, or speaking to her at all for that matter. Sydney, or at least her body, waltzed right out of the bedroom, a certain bounce in her step, a new sway of her hips, as Peter was reduced to simply watching his world crumble in front of him.
He threw his hands up in frustration before dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed. Maybe his intentions weren't necessarily well and good but he wasn't banking on losing Sydney completely, no this version of Sydney had threatened to get rid of his Sydney and Peter figured it wouldn't take much longer until she was beyond saving.
Convincing her to come home from the hotel room was easy but then he knew he wasn't talking to the girl who claimed to love him, no she was gone at that point, pushed back into the darkest corners of her mind, the voices drawn out because of what he had said to her. He had welcomed the darkened version of his mate with open arms, hoping she could help him get what he wanted, she could make him more powerful, more threatening. Peter's ideas that he had in his head hadn't translated very well into real life.
All he wanted was a dark and powerful spirit that he could control, something he could use to his advantage. This, no this was entirely different. Whatever had taken up residence in Sydney's body had trapped her, rendering her useless. Now all that was left of Sydney was whatever will power the girl had to begin with. He had seen the possessed body break, relinquishing control, but it had lasted for less than a minute before her red, glowing eyes faded to black. Was this really what he wanted, to have to give up Sydney completely?
Letting a frustrated growl out, he began his search for a shirt, finding just the right one dangling off the end of the bed. He wasn't going to let Sydney disappear, not without one hell of a fight.
She was standing in the kitchen when he finally wandered out of the bedroom and before she could object, he closed the distance between them, his hand going right for her neck. He pressed her back into the edge of the counter and her black, empty eyes locked on his, which were now a bright fiery red.
"Let her go." He growled, eerily calm considering he wasn't entirely sure what he was up against.
"Why would I do that? I thought this was what you wanted." She managed to get out and his fingers bit into the skin on her neck. His claws protruded from his fingers now and he could easily smell the droplets of blood forming around the pierced skin.
"You can't get rid of her forever."
Seizing her opportunity, Sydney, still trapped in her own head, let out another ear piercing shriek that would rival that of the banshee. Sydney's body faltered and Peter watched now as the woman in his hold gasped for breath for the first time since he laid his claws on her throat.
Stop! Stop it! I can't breathe!
"All you're doing now is hurting her." She offered Peter, trying desperately to swallow a gulp of air.
"Get out!" He growled again and leaned his body against hers, his face now inches from hers.
"Finish her." She purred.
Peter stop! Just stop it!
With his eyes boring into hers, he squeezed her throat the slightest bit harder, threatening to end her life right there. If it wasn't for her eyes changing from black back to red, he never would have let go.
Sydney reached her hands out now and grasped at his wrist, trying to pry his hand away from her throat. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes and suddenly the sweet feeling of air pouring into her lungs took over. Sydney collapsed against the counter, her palms slapping against the surface as she caught herself from falling over completely.
"Sydney?" He questioned as he moved his hand to the back of her head, his fingers gently tangling in her hair.
"It's getting harder and harder to regain control." She rasped, slowly moving her palm up to her throat, feeling for the wounds that should have been there but finding nothing except a few rivulets of blood remaining on her now smooth, flawless skin.
"It's not your fault." He murmured and immediately she had her face buried in his chest, basking in the warmth that she had been longing to feel. Her palm moved from her throat to his chest and she was thankful that she could feel her limbs again but she was even more thankful that she could feel him again.
"You have to listen real quick okay. She's planning on helping Stiles, wherever she goes, you follow her, you hear me?" Sydney's voice was frantic now and she spoke quickly, as though she were running out of time before she was forced back into the prison inside of her mind.
"Syd-"
"No, you have to promise me, whatever you can do, you help Stiles."
"But I-"
"I love you okay." She leaned back but his arms held her steady. Sydney's tear-filled eyes locked on his and she forced a smile. "Don't forget that okay? I will always love you."
"Sydney," He hesitated, internally fighting to get the words out now, "I love you too."
In the blink of an eye, her body went rigid and the smug smirk returned. All it had taken was one second and Peter felt himself wondering if he'd lost Sydney forever.
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The journey from Peter's apartment to Derek's loft felt like a dream to Sydney, who no longer had any sort of control of her own body and was slowly losing any hope of regaining it back. She had tried the screaming technique again but was cut off before she could even get a noise to come out of her mouth. Apparently whatever was possessing her was gradually getting stronger, either that or Sydney was getting weaker.
She had given up fighting it, at least temporarily. It was almost peaceful now, the voices weren't haunting her, instead she got to play that role, trying to make her statement to whomever, or whatever, was currently using her as a vessel. She had fallen silent long ago though, deciding that maybe she should conserve whatever will power she had left and come up with an actual plan instead of just screaming and yelling at her body to stop and let her go.
Her voice had taunted Peter before she had left the apartment, teasing him, telling him that he was cruel for letting someone he so very clearly cared about be taken over by the darkest spirit that he knew of. Then she had stealthily slipped out of the apartment when he wasn't looking. Sure he would be able to track her scent easily but at least she had a head start and that was all that really mattered in the bigger picture.
Now though, now the time was closing in and while she climbed each and every step up to the floor where Derek's loft was located, she could feel her body flood with excitement. Something big was definitely going to happen and it was going to happen soon. Maybe now was her chance, maybe Sydney could out trick the trickster and take control of her body long enough to put an end to whatever it was that her body and Stiles were planning to do, maybe, just maybe it was her last hope.
The door to the loft was thrown open and Stiles glanced backwards at her. He had definitely seen better days. There were dark circles under his eyes, his skin was a sickly pale white and he had that very same look in his eyes from the night he escaped the MRI machine, a look of pure evil. Sydney was sure that if she had a chance to catch her reflection in a mirror, the look in her eyes would be very much the same.
"Long time." Sydney's voice carried across the loft, an eerie smoothness to it that she wasn't even aware was possible.
"Your choice of host pleases me."
"Oh she pleases a lot of people."
"Good. That will make it harder for her to be killed, especially if she has friends who would rather die themselves than see her give in to death."
Those who hurt us shall not go unpunished.
Her body froze at the eerie calm voice of Sydney resonating through her brain. Apparently she had caught her possessor off guard with her words, words that she had become all too familiar with. Well good, maybe she still stood a chance at taking back what was rightfully hers.
"Is she making it very difficult now?" Stiles' voice was soft, soothing almost but at the same time it sounded nothing like the boy's usual voice that Sydney was used to.
"She's still trying to get out, to take control once again."
We'll be good, I promise we'll be so good.
"Do you have it under control now?" Stiles asked and her body moved towards him, pausing momentarily, turning to the side and grabbing the door to the loft, only to shut it behind her.
Closing the distance between her and Stiles, she quickly dropped to her knees in front of the body of the boy and bowed her head, letting him know that he was the one in charge, she answered to him. Raising his arm up, he moved his hand towards her, fingers running through her hair and tugging roughly, forcing her head backwards as he stared into her eyes, the dark look scarier than ever.
"Tell her to let you in." He purred and Sydney prepared herself to scream once again. "Just because she's an alpha, doesn't mean she's necessarily strong."
"She's nearly completely broken."
The wolf in her body had picked up on the footsteps well before Stiles had. She jerked her head around to face the door, his hand moving away from her head as she did so. She remained low but moved to her feet instead of her knees, sliding her one leg out to the side and spinning on her foot now. Stiles turned so that his back was to the door as she remained in her crouched position. She lifted her head up and forced her wolf to come to the surface without letting Sydney regain control. Her sharp teeth pierced her tongue but the sounds of the loft door opening were more important to her than the bitter taste of copper flooding her taste buds.
With one look, she knew there was about to be one hell of a standoff. Sheriff Stilinski looked poised and ready to stand his ground and she knew that Stiles, or at least what was left of him, wasn't going to give up easily either. She let out a low, feral growl and waited for Stiles to speak.
"Hi dad."
She kept her position at his feet, her eyes locked on the Sheriff now as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and took a step forward. Slowly she rose to her full height and made a move towards the Sheriff.
"No." Stiles' voice caught her attention and she stopped moving, glancing back at him now. He motioned his head to the side and she backed off, standing out of the way as the Sheriff continued to make his way towards Stiles. He turned his attention to his father now. "You want to handcuff me?"
"If my son is still here, if there's still a part of him standing here in front of me, then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me, because he knows I'm here to protect him from himself and from others."
Her eyes never left Stiles as he let the Sheriff put the cuffs around his wrists. This man was naïve, believing that Stiles was still in there somewhere. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't but it didn't matter. The Nogistune had taken total control and if the Sheriff couldn't easily tell this was a trick, well, that wasn't her fault, now was it?
Stiles lifted his head and locked his eyes on his dad's, the darkness taking over the irises now. Before anyone could do anything, he lifted his hands up now too and sent a challenging look at the Sheriff.
"You're not my son."
Stiles flung his arms out to the sides, the handcuffs breaking from the force. She turned her body towards the approaching footsteps now and locked her eyes on the small army that the Sheriff had as backup; Derek, Chris and Allison. Derek's confused expression fell on her but she simply smirked and took a stance, ready for a fight.
Take it all away.
Her body jerked at the sound of Sydney's soft, sickly sweet voice in her head now but with a quick shake of her head, she pushed the trapped girl further into the dark recesses of her own mind.
Her eyes went to the little female hunter who drew her own weapon. Allison pulled the trigger but Stiles caught the wires before they could puncture his clothing. He took a firm hold of them and ran his hands down the wires and she let out a haunting laugh.
Derek took his opportunity and lunged towards Stiles now but the boy simply ceased the wolf's attacked, bent his arm back and tossed him effortlessly across the room. Her eyes fell on Derek's and he let out a low growl at her.
Chris Argent raised his gun and pointed it at the boy who had been handcuffed seconds earlier. Her eyes skimmed over the older hunter's body, taking in the sight of the man. He was no Peter Hale but she wouldn't be choosy if the opportunity presented itself.
"Argent, listen to me. Don't do this." The sheriff's voice broke into the tense atmosphere and she let out a scoff. These fools, they should have realized by now that a fox could not be trusted.
"Why not? I've done it before. Werewolves, berserkers, I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list."
She let out a low whistle, enjoying every second of the potential chaos in front of her. She was particularly excited when the sheriff raised his gun upwards and pointed it directly at the hunter.
"You're not going to shoot my son."
"You said it yourself, Sheriff, that's not your son."
She made a move to stand in front of Stiles now, getting in the way of the hunter's aim. Derek's eyes were still locked on hers and she could see the pleading behind his expression. He certainly hadn't been expecting her there and he really hadn't expected her to be standing in front of Stiles.
"Put it down. Put it down." The sheriff's voice was loud and commanding now and she couldn't help but smile. This was bound to be very entertaining.
Hunters aligning with a werewolf, working with the Sheriff who was a measly human. Yes, it had all the right ingredients to make for one hell of a show.
"Dad, he's going to shoot me. He's going to kill me, Dad." Stiles' voice matched that of the poor, defenseless human but she knew better. This was all part of the grand scheme. Nothing was going to stop them now.
"Don't listen." Chris urged.
"Put it down."
"Now! Do it!" Stiles' voice was loud, pleading. She knew that even if Chris pulled the trigger that there was no guarantee it wouldn't be caught by the Nogitsune anyways, after all, he had stopped a Taser attack already.
The room was full of the two Stilinskis words now, the sheriff demanding Chris put it down and Stiles egging him on, wanting him to pull the trigger. She remained standing between them but turned her attention to the window briefly, wondering why she hadn't noticed it was already starting to get dark.
"Strife!" Allison muttered to herself and Sydney's possessor caught the look in the young hunter's eyes, the look of sudden realization.
"Put it down! Put it down!" The sheriff's frantic cries were beginning to fall on deaf ears.
"Stop, stop it!" Allison screamed and Stiles glanced towards Sydney, or well, her body anyways. "This is what he wants. This is exactly what he wants."
"Not exactly." Stiles stated calmly and he looked from her to the open loft door behind the sheriff and Chris. "I was kind of hoping Scott would be here but I'm glad you all have your guns out because you're not here to kill me, You're here to protect me."
She turned to face the window at the first sign of danger and immediately her eyes landed on the four Onis drawing out their swords. Sticking close to Stiles, she stepped towards the group now and moved to stand between the four of them who had come in search of Stiles with the hopes of helping him.
Derek and Allison faced the door where two of the four onis suddenly appeared and Sydney's body moved to join forces with Derek. Call it a wolf instinct but somehow she knew that her best bet was to fight side by side with the former alpha.
Gunshots rang out in the loft and the oni closed in on them all, Derek rushing forward as he made a move to attack. Her eyes watched now as one of the swords came down across the back of his shoulder and blood spurted out from the impact. Derek let out a howl of pain and Sydney felt her wolf rising to the surface. Would she be able to take control of her body now?
A stinging sensation ripped the darkness out of her body but Sydney hadn't regained control in time to stop herself from falling flat on her face. She let out a scream and rolled onto her side, glancing at where the burning pain was coming from. She swore she could almost see the bone tucked deep in her raw, exposed flesh, her hip severely wounded, blood oozing out of the gash.
Struggling to get to her feet, she fell in stride behind Derek but winced as she tried to put weight on her injured leg. She collapsed to the floor and was restricted to watching as her childhood best friend battled the onis along with Allison and the two older men.
"Derek!" She shouted and caught his attention now right before Stiles' form started to disappear.
The onis ceased their attack and Sydney felt the pain piercing through her body. Her lungs were on fire from screaming and her chest felt tight from inhaling the black smoke, which was all that remained of Stiles and the onis.
Derek dropped to the floor and held Sydney as she slowly shut her eyes, hoping that if she passed out, maybe she could get rid of whatever was inside of her.
How about that, Peter trying to get her back after realizing that the ultimate goal is to get rid of Sydney completely? She's a fighter though! And poor Derek, having to walk into his loft to see not only Stiles but Sydney protecting him too? Let me know what you guys are thinking, please?