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'... Gratitude is a burden and revenge is a pleasure'

"So what you're saying is..."

"Her body physically cannot sustain this much power" Deaton reiterated, "it's unnatural. Her body - her human body, keep in mind - wasn't made for this. In fact, I'm surprised she's held out this long without causing irreversible damage"

Stiles sucked in a deep breath, dropping the towel from where he was drying his damp hair after a quick shower at the animal clinic - yeah, who knew this place had a shower? Not him - and having changed into a fresh clothes, sharing a concerned look with his friends.

"What kind of damage are we talking about here?" Dylan asked carefully, "brain damage? Broken bones?"

Deaton opened a large book and placed it on the silver examination table, the same table that Kayla's dead body was placed upon as they cleaned her up but Stiles tried so damn hard not to think about that, flinching a little as he shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

"Possibly" he murmured, flipping through the pages, "it varies. But this much power contained within a human vessel is incredibly dangerous. She's like a bomb at the moment. One wrong move and-"

"Boom" Dylan finished his sentence, dipping his head in sadness, "is that dangerous for everyone else, not just Kayla?"

"... She could wipe out this entire town" he replied glumly, finally finding the right page and skimming his finger down the text, "or county. For now, her power is resting inside her, but as soon as her human body can't contain it, it'll escape, cause irrevocable damage to unknown degrees. That's why I'm going to make this. An elixir of sorts" he pointed to the page and everyone craned their necks to glance down at the writing, indecipherable instructions printed in a different language, "if we give her this, it'll de-power her"

Stiles jaw gaped wide open at that, "for good?"

Deaton inclined his head into a nod, "for the most part. The ingredients are incredibly rare, but I started collecting them last year when I first found out what she was, in case we needed a safety net. I don't necessarily agree with stripping someone of their natural essence, but we need to keep the balance. It's a human, powerless Kayla versus possibly hundreds or thousands of dead innocents"

"Is this the only way?" Derek asked, "it just seems... Wrong. Kayla finally accepted what she was, and now you want to strip her of her birth right?"

Deaton looked pained but faced Derek none the less, "there is another way. Killing her" and Stiles' back straightened in shock, immediately on high alert, "or letting her destroy this town and everyone in it - including each one of you"

Malia just shrugged, "I vote the elixir"

"Me too" Kira nodded, "this way, it saves everyone"

"Will it hurt Kayla?" Lydia asked, not ready to make any decision if it meant hurting her best friend, glancing through her eyelashes at Deaton, "would stripping her of her power, cause her harm?"

Deaton swallowed thickly, "it won't be pleasant, but this is the only way to save her life and we are running out of time" he cast a daunting look out the window where the morning sun was starting to shine, the wind rattling the glass panes and heavy drops of rain pelted the building, "I know she's your friend, your family... Your love-" he glanced at Stiles as he said that, sympathy burning in his dark stare, "-but in this moment in time, she is the enemy and we have to rectify this problem. The balance mustn't be thrown out of order any longer. Opening hell dimensions and consuming human hearts? It's the work of evil, and it must be fixed"

"... Then let's do it" Derek spoke up, his voice unwavering with determination as he moved his gaze over each one of them, "if this is the safest option for everyone involved, then we're doing it"

Eventually everyone nodded but Stiles was the last one to agree, his eyes glazed over as his mind wandered, the pressure of this, this massive decision, weighing heavily on his heart. Kayla was his responsibility, the person he wanted to protect at all costs, and if he agreed to do something that hurt her or anyone else he would never forgive himself.

"Stiles...?" Scott said gently, frowning in concern as he remained unmoving and unresponsive, "what do you think?"

He swallowed down his pain and confusion, sweat prickling his forehead as he glanced up at his best friend, "I think... I think um... I..."

Malia sighed heavily, her lack of patience winning out, "you in or out Stiles?"

He scrubbed an exhausted hand down his face, screwing his eyes tight shut until painful lights shot across his darkened vision, giving himself an extra few seconds to mentally prepare himself for what he was going to decide.

"I... I uh... I'm in" he settled on saying, peeling his eyes open to glance at his friends relieved expressions, "on one condition - no one hurts her"

Malia scoffed, "I think her hurting us is what you should be more worried about"

He glared at the werecoyote, "no one hurts her" he repeated, his voice tense and peaked with irritation, "this isn't Kayla. Not really. I know it's hard for you to understand Malia, you didn't know her before - before all of this, but if you did, you would be agreeing with me. She suffered so much... She deserves a second chance at life. At a good life, one I want to give her. So please just trust me on this, alright?"

It seemed Malia was speechless, watching him curiously but eventually nodded and he bowed his head in thanks, just as Deaton asked Scott for some help with the elixir, stating it would take a few hours to produce.

A hand tapped his elbow and Stiles looked over, meeting Dylan's curious but hardened gaze, nodding his head towards the exit, "can we talk now?"

He swallowed thickly, feeling a bit more like his usual self as the sudden onslaught of nerves twisted his gut because this was Kayla's older brother - well, younger now, whatever - but he still had a fear of the Hales, and if Dylan was anything like Derek when it came to wanting to protect Kayla then Stiles was probably going to die.

Okay a little dramatic but c'mon, Hales were incredibly terrifying.

He nodded silently, a heavy lump in his throat as he began to follow Dylan from the animal clinic but caught Lydia's gaze who just smiled reassuringly, nodding her head once to let him know that it would be fine, that he had nothing to worry about but his paranoia was still present, tearing him apart.

The rain immediately hit them when they peeled back the door and they made a mad rush across the small parking lot, getting soaked almost immediately before finding shelter in the jeep, Stiles slamming the drivers side door shut the same time as Dylan.

"Jeezo sis" Dylan muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair to shake the rain from it, "ease off trying to drown us"

"Um... I guess you're wanting to know about Malia now?"

"Hell yes I do" he stated, like Stiles was stupid for thinking it would be anything else, "what in gods name did you mean 'sister?' What have I missed?"

Stiles let out a small, ironic chuckle, "a lot. So I'm guessing Kayla didn't mention that uh... That Peter, who by the way is a massive dick, is her dad huh?"

Dylan's eyes went bug eyed, "uncle Peter? But he's... The fire..."

Stiles winced, "he healed. Actually, he turned into a murderous alpha to get revenge on the people that uh, that set the fire"

"But... That would mean that mom..."

A displeased expression expression crossed Stiles' face and Dylan noticed, backtracking slightly.

"Why didn't you like my mom?" He asked, "she wasn't perfect but-"

Stiles scoffed but tried to keep his anger in check - Dylan didn't know what his mother had turned into, he had to remain sympathetic, "she was far from perfect Dylan. And I'm sorry but I didn't like your mom, not after she turned her back on your sister. Actually smiled when she saw her dead body. Told Kayla that she wished it was her that died and not you. Said it was better her baby died, than having her as a mom. She hated her because she was half Peter, and she was a nasty, vile person. Maybe not when you knew her, but that soon changed"

Dylan inhaled sharply, dropping his gaze in shame as he tried to process all of what Stiles had told him, without breaking down, without showing weakness - a Hale trait.

"So mom cheated on my dad with his brother, which means Kayla is not only my sister but my cousin as well?"

"Huh..." Stiles whispered, frowning as the realisation hit him square in the face, "yeah, I never thought about it like that before"

Dylan rubbed at his forehead, his headache throbbing even more now, "okay, so how does Malia play into this screwed up scenario?"

"She's adopted. Her real dad is Peter, mom unknown at the moment"

"... So she's my cousin, but my sister's sister?"

"Yeah, confusing isn't it?"

"You're telling me" Dylan murmured, sagging back in the seat, "this family is more screwed up than I thought"

"Have to agree with you there"

Stiles gave him a few minutes of silence, some time to try and sort through the new confusing mess that had just been dumped on him as he turned his gaze out the window, watching the droplets of water cascade down the glass, the old battered jeep swaying from side to side with the strong winds.

He remembered that sometimes the weather would mimic Kayla's emotions, when strong enough. That was one of her powers, one that she normally had control over. An exception that he could remember off the top of his head was the night Brian attacked her that night on old oaks road, how the sudden downpour of rain was not forecast but when the clouds erupted, it was down to Kayla's chaotic, terrified emotions. So he knew, the worse she got, the more angry and furious she allowed herself to feel, the more the weather would deteriorate and they would not only have to try and save Kayla, but battle the elements to do it.

"... You really love her, don't you?"

Stiles glanced over, wringing his hands on his lap, "yeah..." He said softly, "I know it mustn't look like it recently, especially recently..." He added sadly, "but I do. Always. And I've made some stupid mistakes and I'll have to live with those, but she's... She's my world. I'd do anything for her"

"Was it worth it?" Dylan asked, and Stiles cocked a brow in confusion, "was taking a break, having sex with someone else, was it worth it?"

He inhaled sharply, his cheeks starting to flare red, "not one bit" he admitted, "I uh... I don't usually you know... Um... Do this, that, that sort of thing" Dylan frowned, quirking a brow down to his crotch before wincing sympathetically and Stiles blushed harder, shaking his head, "no, no not like that, it works just fine, I mean doing that with other people, your sister is the only person that I had, y'know, before, and the only person that I would want to ever do that with and holy god Stiles-" he cut himself off, "-shut up"

"Relax Stiles" Dylan slapped his shoulder, probably meant to be a light playful hit but it kinda hurt and Stiles winced, "I don't care that you have sex with my little sister, I'm an open minded guy. What she gets up to is none of my business, so you can stop looking so awkward now"

He breathed a sigh of relief, murmuring under his breath, "so happy you're not another Derek"

Dylan chuckled, "he's had you by the balls a few times huh? Metaphorically, of course" he added humorously.

"You could say that" he mumbled, "he's very... Protective"

"Sounds like the same Derek I knew"

Stiles smiled briefly before glancing at the animal clinic, knowing his friends were working in there tirelessly, trying to find some way to fix Kayla before she destroyed everything in her path... He just hoped it would work.

"We can do it, you know?" Dylan said softly, "save her I mean. We'll get her back"

"Yeah..." Stiles murmured, casting his gaze back to the rain splattered window, "I hope so"


She stared out over the town, anger curling and boiling in the pit of her stomach. This town, the people in it, were poison. Or a virus that needed eradicated. This entire place was a hell hole - She hated it with every fibre of her being, hated being here, remembering the time she spent here.

She stood at the edge of the cliff, surrounded on either side by trees as the edge of the lake shimmered up at her from the drop. She was not too far from Lydia's lake house, but here had the perfect opportunity to see the entire town in all its horrible, tainted glory. The perfect place to watch it burn to the ground.

But not yet. She had one thing she had to do. One last duty. In fact, if she didn't leave soon she would miss it. Only after that, would she be destroy the place that caused her so much torment.

"So little Hale-" the voice crept up behind her, his breath skimming the back of her neck, "-are you ready?"

She was ready to order him to back off, to give her some more time because she had something of great importance to tend to, but before she could open her mouth she ever so rudely got interrupted.

"No, she's not" and she resisted from clenching her jaw too tightly incase she cracked her teeth, sighing heavily as she turned around to see those people yet again, the ones she wished would get off her damn back facing her, determination burning bright in their stares.

"Oh yippee, the Scooby gang, how cute" she mocked, "you're all either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid, something tells me it's the second one"

"Kaylz... Come on, stop this. Let's just... Let's go home, okay?" Stiles stepped forward, leaving Scott, Kira, Lydia, Malia, Isaac, Dylan and Derek behind him, trying the calming, reassuring, non lethal approach first, each one of his friends agreeing that he was the best person to try this out because, despite her viciousness, she wouldn't kill Stiles - or, well, they hoped, "with me, with us"

She laughed, "home? What's that, I don't have one of those?"

Stiles' eyes saddened, anxiously letting his fingers brush across the vile in his pants pocket, just to reassure himself that the elixir was still there safe and sound but Kayla saw that action, letting her eyes flicker down suspiciously before flitting back up to his stare, her anger growing, the rain hitting them harder, the sky even starting to darken.

"I was your home, remember that?" He asked gently, stepping forward again and flinching a little as thunder rumbled across the sky, trying to keep calm, to remain with his head in the game, "remember how happy we were?"

Her expression didn't waver from cold and detached, not even a flicker of emotion crossing her features, "I remember dying. I remember trying hard for you. I remember not being good enough for you. I remember you with her. That's not my definition of happiness Stiles" he flinched, the turmoil searing through his body and paralysing him to the spot, "and I don't care what you all came here to do, I've to be somewhere"

She made a move forward but Stiles finally got his legs moving, stepping in front of her and remained stubborn as her eyes flared, another rumble of thunder echoing above in response to her fury.

"No" he was determined to bring her back that his voice didn't even shake, his love for her outweighing any terror he had, "I can't let you do that Kayla"

Her entire face twisted into annoyance, "let me? Let me?" She barked out, "you and what army, these idiots?" She jutted her chin to the small group just feet away from them. "I can destroy each one of you without even breaking a sweat"

"She can, you know" the nogitsune and his annoying presence was still there as he leaned against a nearby tree, watching them all with amusement, no doubt feeding on the conflict and chaos being stirred up, "she could end you"

"Okay, you know what? I'm getting sick of your shit" Dylan stepped forward, his eyes beginning to glow that luminescent blue, face starting to morph into that of a werewolf, hair sprouting down his cheeks and claws extending from his fingernails, "I'll rip your throat out for touching her"

The nogitsune just smirked, quite unconcerned, "she wanted me to touch her, didn't you little Hale?"

Dylan snarled, ready to move forward but Lydia just grabbed his arm, "stop it, don't. This is what he wants. You're giving him what he wants" she added, slightly more hysterical as Dylan made another move forward and she had to dig her heels into the ground, "he likes conflict. Don't give him what he needs"

But he was still breathing heavily, his uncontrollable anger out full fledge, "I'm going to kill him"

Just as he almost broke free from Lydia's grip, Derek came up next to him and slapped a hand to his chest, his own eyes glowing, "Lydia's right. Stick to the plan"

He eventually fell back, not wanting to but his love for his sister won out, willing to do anything to get her back to normal, even sacrificing his need for revenge for the time being.

Kayla smirked, "plan? Oh you have a 'plan' do you?" She mocked, "wow, sounds interesting. Let me guess" her smirk widened, stepping closer to Stiles until their chests were touching, her hand slinking up his thigh, brushing the sensitive skin through his pants leg so his breath shuddered, "it has something to do with-" she cut herself off, her arrogant demeanour crumbling as she glanced down, watching her hand caress his pocket which was now empty, doing the same to the other one.

"... What are you up to?" She wondered, half suspiciously, half curiously, peering up at him, "what are you trying to do?"

He slowly raised his hand, relief spreading through his veins as she let him cup her cheek, "save you" he said simply, "one day, you'll understand"

"I doubt that" she deadpanned, grabbing his hand so quickly and batted it away it took him a few seconds to register what happened, stumbling back in shock.

"You can't save me, and now-" she let her eyes get swallowed up by that onyx black again, "-you can't even save yourselves"

She was prepared to end them all there, to kill them ruthlessly because she was unsettled, running out of time. She needed away from here, and they were causing her many inconveniences, ones she didn't need at this moment.

She had to be somewhere.

She raised her hand, letting her power wash over her, power that was burning hot and so potent it was sometimes getting too much, too exhausting, like it was trying to burst free, but she ignored that, ready to open up the ground to swallow them whole but Dylan shouting "now Stiles, now" with such urgency she swivelled her gaze to face Stiles just as he slipped a glass vile filled with dark green liquid from his sleeve, ready to throw it at her feet so that once the glass broke the liquid would turn to smoke and engulf her body, transforming her, stripping her of her power but she let out a snarl, flinging her arm out and propelling the vile through the air and over the edge of the cliff so it fell straight into the lake.

She sensed their disappointment and lost hope, each one nearly cowering in fear as she turned on them.

"Rookie move, assholes" she exclaimed, the sky ever darkening as forks of lightning shot across the sky and she was like a volcano, shaking and bubbling and ready to explode, "you think you can double cross me? Me?" Her voice as loud as thunder as the ground started shaking and Stiles nearly fell over, falling back into Malia who steadied him, "I don't need saving!"

Lightning shot from the sky, nearly engulfing them as it hit a nearby tree, a loud crack making them all jump as the rain got heavier, lashing down on them unrelentlessly as her soulless, empty gaze bore through them, "now you can watch as I burn your precious town to the ground"

She flung her arms out and they each got knocked off their feet, her rage uncontrollable and unpredictable.

"I don't need saving" she screamed, "I don't need anything. I don't need anyone" and then she did the unexpected. She turned on her accomplice, shaking with untameable fury as she strode up to the nogitsune, her fist connecting with his jaw as he attempted to outsmart her strength, "you hear me? I DON'T NEED ANYONE"

She grabbed his neck with one hand, holding him where she needed, so much anger, so much evil spewing from her that even the nogitsune begun to feel terrified - he had never felt... This. This unrelenting, pure, raw darkness from someone. It was eerie and unnatural, enough to make him begin to fear for his existence.

"I DON'T NEED YOU" she screamed, "I'M MORE THAN YOU EVER WILL BE" and with that she sunk her free hand deep into his chest cavity, breaking through bones and muscle to tear his heart clean from his body.

"You disgust me" she whispered as the nogitsune gasped, glancing down at his ripped open chest, "you're weak. And sly. I've outgrown you" she added, the ground near their feet beginning to cave open as she tore her way through yet another hell dimension, pushing him closer to the edge so his heels dangled over as she finally smiled, "because now, you'll always remember that it was me... Me... The girl you tortured and warped for centuries, was the one to put you back where you belong" she pushed him further back so it was only her holding him up from falling, "is that irony I smell?"

And with that he fell, disappearing back into hell.

She felt a little off, like her power was actually hurting her from the inside out but she ignored it, stepping back so the chasm could repair itself, locking the nogitsune in nice and tight.

And now, all she had to do was kill these idiots and-

"Sorry sis" was all she heard, before something hit her so hard over the back of her head she blacked out, succumbing to the darkness.


"Are you sure this will hold her?" Isaac asked dubiously, watching Derek and Scott finish the herb circle around Kayla's unconscious body from where she collapsed in the woods, just feet from the cliffs edge, "she's strong. And powerful. This is just plant leaves"

"Deaton made it himself" Scott informed him, "wolfsbane and some ancient Brazilian herbs that encantados specifically do not like. It'll buy us some time"

"It better" he murmured, gulping loudly, "because she's waking up"

Everyone immediately stepped back, keeping their distance as Kayla groaned, pressing her palm to the back of her head as she sat up slowly, stenching the steady flow of blood.

"Didn't see that one coming" she muttered, flicking her gaze up to meet theirs, "well done little brother, you got one up on me. Remember it, because it won't be happening again"

"I don't want it to happen again" Dylan sighed, inching forward as she stumbled to her feet, "sis please... Stop doing this. Stop pushing away your emotions, it's not helping anyone"

"It's helping me" she snapped, scoffing as she looked at him. "Maybe you should've stayed in the ground just like I should've"

He flinched but didn't drop his stare, "maybe" he agreed quietly, "but we're both here and we have to make the most of it. You're better than this"

"Am I?" She chuckled, folding her arms across her chest, "and how do you know? You've been gone almost three years, you don't know me"

"No, but they do" he glanced over his shoulder, looking at each one of her friends, "they're your friends, your family, and they're here, sticking by you because they care"

Kayla scoffed under her breath, "none of you care" she snapped, starting to move forward and everyone held their breaths as she hit the invisible wall surrounding her, almost knocking her off her feet.

"You think this can hold me?" She demanded, pushing it again but with the same effect, "not for long"

"We didn't want this" Derek spoke up, "we just want Kayla back"

"SHES DEAD" she screamed suddenly, fury spilling from her tone, "KAYLA IS DEAD, STOP TRYING TO GET BACK A GHOST!"

"She's not dead. She's standing right in front of me" Isaac whispered, "my best friend is in there somewhere, and I'm not leaving until I get her back"

"Then you'll be waiting an awful long time, fuck buddy" Kayla said, her voice eerily still, like the calm before the storm, they all sensed it, like something dangerous was brewing inside her.

"Kayla..." Despite the adrenaline and fear, Stiles' voice was sad instead of urgent, catching her off guard, "if you don't let us help you, you're going to die... Your power, it's too much. Taking Natália's power, and the power she stole from Andrés and Juan is gonna overload your system. It'll kill you, and everyone around you... You have to let us help you... You have to let me save you"

She curled her lip at his words, sending him a displeased, ungrateful look, "you think I'm scared to die?"

"... Yes" he whispered and she narrowed her eyes, "I think you are, because some part of you wants to live"

"You are just..." She couldn't think of a word bad enough to describe him, her hands shaking with fury, "unbearable Stiles. In fact, each one of you is" she was getting worked up, the sudden realisation that she had run out of time.

They delayed her. They stopped her. They attacked her, knocked her out for god knows how long and now she would miss the one thing she wanted to do, the thing she needed to do, all because of their incessant need to save her.

Everything she did, everything had built up to this moment and now it was all wasted.

All gone because of them.

She started pacing in her own personal little prison, irritation leaking from her every pore, "you're all going to pay for this. Every one of you" she glared at the, resolve unwavering, "I became this person for her - I did it to help my daughter, not that any of you could understand. And now it was all for nothing, you good for nothing pieces of crap. So thank you very much, really, thank you" she spat bitterly, "thank you all for making me miss my daughters burial. You know, it's not like it wasn't hard enough burying her the first damn time, but the second was supposed to be special, it was my final goodbye. It was my chance to say goodbye and you've taken that away from me" she snarled, glaring at each one of her so called fucking friends, "everything I've done, every little thing, was for her. To get her back home so she can finally rest in peace and you… You selfish bastards-" she snapped, "-couldn't even let her have that. Couldn't let me bury my dead daughter in peace"

Everyone gaped, feeling her distress and anger as it rolled off her in waves, not even realising, not even thinking about Mia's funeral or when it was until just now - just now when it was too late.

"… We didn't know-"

"Save it. I don't want your sympathy" she scoffed, her eyes burning bright, "or your pity. I want you all to burn in hell… Along with this town. And it will" she vowed darkly, "it will burn to the ground with everyone in it. This is my revenge… And all of you have just been marked"

Despite their warnings she used her power, the ground shaking, trees beginning to crack and fall as the weather turned dangerous, the wind picking up, rain painfully hitting their skin as she yelled, using every ounce of determination to crack apart this invisible force, the shield holding her captive until she broke free, stumbling from the confines and letting her eyes drown in onyx black.

"Any last words?" She asked coldly, revenge at the forefront of her mind.

Stiles stumbled forward, ready to take the brunt of her anger should he not be able to get through to her, but he still had faith in her - faith that his stubborn, hard headed, caring Kayla was in there somewhere - because, if he didn't, he had nothing left.

"You two are not all that good at the whole 'discreet' thing ya know? Ya may wanna work on that" he said, raising his voice to speak over the loud whoosh of the wind rattling around the, blinking against the onslaught of rain as Kayla quirked a brow, caught a little off guard at his mad ramblings that made no sense.

"It was the first words you spoke to me" he explained, "all the way back in that English classroom, do you remember?" He prodded, taking a careful step forward, "you were so playful, so confident, like you knew you could do anything and so damn beautiful. Kayla... The moment you stepped through that door, you changed my life. You changed me for the better. And I know you're in pain... That you're suffering..." He empathised, "but we can help you. I can help you. You're the woman I love... There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you"

The extreme weather never escalated as she froze, staring at him in shock, her icy exterior slowly chipping away.

He gulped, realising this may well be his last chance to get through to her so he had faith and stepped forward, ignoring the others shouted concerns, "every day I just keep falling deeper in love with you because I know we're meant to be together. We are Kaylz. You're the one, and I don't care what you've done in the past, because your future is what matters to me. Our future. So please baby... Hear me. And... And accept my apology" he took another step forward so they were just inches apart, "I gave up on you, something I promised I would never do but right now, right this second, I'm going to make another promise to you that I will never lose faith in you again. That no matter what, you'll always have me" he reached for her hand and she let him take it, watching him silently as he placed it over his chest so she could feel his heart, smothering her small hand with both of his, "Sophie means nothing to me. It's you I love... You I want" he whispered, "till the end of the road, remember?"

Her demeanour cracked, her expression suddenly filling with remorse, "I... I missed her funeral Stiles" she admitted, and his heart broke at her crestfallen, devastated expression, "I missed my baby's funeral"

"I know, I know Kaylz and I'm so sorry" he whispered, "I'm so so sorry"

She closed her eyes briefly, trying to get a handle of these feelings suddenly swarming through her body, "I'm a... I'm a monster"

"No" he shook his head, "you're not. You're Kayla" he tilted her chin up, ignoring the chaotic weather around them because nothing else mattered, not now, "you're still the same girl that walked through the classroom door and stole my heart..." He pressed his forehead against hers, their wet skin dripping water, "... Always"

And then he kissed her.

He kissed her like he hadn't ever done before, new found emotions being poured into the kiss as their mouths met in a slow, passionate frenzy despite they were all running out of time but Stiles didn't care. His girl needed reassurance and comfort, and he was prepared to give it to her.

He missed this - their closeness. The undeniable searing passion whenever they were in close proximity. He missed Kayla, but he was getting her back. He was fixing her, just like he promised he would do.

Her lips were fervent as she clung to him desperately, his hands cupping her cheeks longingly as he held her, but the ground quaking more violently ripped them apart, just as she hunched over and fell to her knees.

"G-Go... Go" she gasped, pushing him away as he tried to help her, "you were right" she whispered painfully, "this power... I can't control it" an edge of panic and remorse in her voice.

He whipped around to his friends, looking for answers, for a solution but no one had anything - there was only one vile of elixir, only one, and it was gone. That was their only play.

He shook his head, tilting her pained face up to look at him, "I'm not leaving you"

She groaned, hunching over again, "please Stiles... Please go, I'm going to... I'm going to... Ahhhh" she screamed, clutching at her head as her entire body got engulfed in white hot agony, "I can't stop it. I can't stop it"

"Baby I'm here, I'm here" he reassured, "I promise"

She screamed again, only this time it was much louder and more pained, her skin beginning to burn, "if you love me, go... I'll... I'll contain it, hold the power inside me until breaking point"

"No, no" he shook his head, reaching for her face again, "forcing the blast inside you will kill you-"

She pushed him away so he fell backwards, "take him away... Save him"

He tried to fight the hold but Dylan was strong, listening to his sister as he began to drag a flailing and kicking Stiles away as he screamed and cried for her but she hunched forward, digging her nails into the dirt as she focused so damn hard on containing this unstoppable surge of energy from escaping her body - if she held it down, stopped it from blasting from her, she could save some lives. She could save her friends. She didn't care want happened to her, just as long as she - finally - did some good.

It was agony, her power so potent it tore apart her body from the inside out as finally, all this energy imploded, a massive surge exploding inside her, splintering her very bones as she gasped, body giving way as she sagged to the ground and the last thing she heard was Stiles' pained scream of her name.

A)n) lol never intended it to be this long a CHapter but oh well haha so what do you think, Kayla prettttty badass, and bye bye nogitsune, lol and the hale family tree is fucked up, and stiles speech I found that cute haha anyway please please please review I seriously needed the support haha love you all, see you soon, thank you x

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