Stiles was on his way to Scott's house where Malia and Breaden were supposed to be. It has already began, he felt it. He just hoped that Lydia will be able to save Mason and that nobody would get hurt.
He stopped by the house and got out of the car. White appeared next to him, looking worried.
"Where are you going?" White asked when Stiles didn't go to the front door which was opened.
"Well, they had to hear the car, so I won't just go in through the front door, will I?"
"Oh, okay," she whispered and followed Stiles. He got to the back door and carefully opened it. He listened for a while, hearing two people breathing quickly, one being calm. He entered the room catiously, letting his demon eyes take over for better sight.
It didn't take long to be noticed. Corinne appeared in front of him. She had a devilish smirk on her face.
"Well, you are here to protect your girlfriend? She's so weak that she needs you behind her ass all the time, huh? Don't think I'll be running now, I'm gonna take you down with her!"
Stiles rolled his eyes. He noticed, that Corinne didn't even look at White.
"She can't see you?" Stiles asked his sister. Corinne seemed a little confused that Stiles is talking to nobody.
"No, I don't think so. Just you, because we have a connection."
Corinne didn't wait long and she jumped at Stiles, trying to cut him with her claws. Stiles saw her too late, he stepped to his left but she still was able to jump at him and made him fall. Stiles hit the floor hard. Corinne was about to punch him but Stiles caught her both hands just in time. He was still stronger than her, so it wasn't such a problem to hold her claws away from him but even though she was determined to kill him.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" she asked mockingly, "is there somthing wrong with your powers?"
Stiles didn't answer. He stared her into the eyes and she smirked at him. What she didn't expect was that Stiles would hit her with his forehead.
"Shit!" she growled and her eyes began to glow. Stiles was already planning another strike but Corinne was suddenly picked up by somebody and thrown away. It was Malia. An angry, growling Malia with glowing eyes and fangs out. Stiles rose quickly to his feet.
"Where's Breaden?" Stiles asked while looking around for her.
"She's reloading her gun," Malia answered quickly and turned around to face her mother who was already going for another attack. Stiles took a deep breath and went to help Malia who was already throwing punches. Stiles was already feeling a little off but he kept on fighting anyway. Corinne was quite good at ducking and dodging, but she has received already a few fists and kicks. Suddenly, though, Corinne scratched Stiles into the face, right next to the left eye, down the face. The blood dropping down into his eyes made him overlook the kick which was coming to his stomach and he flew to the wall. Corinne took advantage of it and dug her claws into Malia's gut. Malia yelped in pain. That made Stiles stand up again but he stopped when he heard a scream. It wasn't a just a random scream. It was Lydia.
"She made it," Stiles thought, but her scream was skull-drilling. It didn't seem that the others have heard it, though. Stiles didn't feel his legs and his vision got blurry. He was starting to hate this. This feeling of losing control over his body. Within seconds, he was lying on the cold floor, unconscious.
White started to panic. She knew that Stiles was alive, so she flew over to Malia. She had to help Malia. Stiles cared about her, therefore she had to save her. Malia had already her claws in Corinne's stomach, too, but it didn't look as if she was winning. White was nervously floating from one place to another. She didn't know what made her do it, but she just did it. She flew right into Corinne's body. Corinne's claws slowly withdrew from Malia. It was obvious that Corinne is struggling with something but Malia didn't hesitate. She took her power. Her mother's werecoyote's powers. Corinne gaped at her daughter and slowly sank to the floor. White's spirit flew out of Corinne. She had a pleased smile at her face. She did it. She saved Stiles' friend. Now, her little brother will be proud of her. But her good mood vanished as she saw Stiles on the floor. She flew to him, trying to stroke his cheek, but her hand went just through him.
"Shit, I'm gone for a second and look at what happens," Breaden said, walking in the room.
"What's up with him? I thought he is invincible," Breaden continued with despise.
"Shut up," Malia said strictly and hurried to Stiles.
"He is bleeding from his ears...," Malia mumbled.
"Help him," White begged but nobody heard her. She was invisible for them. Suddenly, Malia's, Breaden's and also Stiles' phone started vibrating. It was the pack. Breaden went aside to talk with Derek. Malia picked up her phone.
"Yeah?" she answered the call with exhaustion in her voice.
"Hey!" Kira greeted her cheerfully, "we made it! Mason is save. What about you?"
"I... I'm okay. But... There's something wrong with Stiles. He just fainted and his ears are bleeding."
"Really? Hey, guys! Stiles has fainted and his ears are bleeding!" Kira repeated it for the pack. Somebody talked in the distance. It sounded like Scott and Derek.
"Uh, just put him in some bed, we'll come, okay?" Kira said quickly and ended the call. Breaden probably received the same instructions because she came to Stiles, already grabbing him by the legs.
"Come on, let's take this bastard up the stairs."
"Wait!" Malia stopped her and looked around. They've completely forgotten about her mother. And now, she was gone.
"Damn it, Corinne has run away."
"Whatever, we're gonna catch her some other time..."
Breaden and Malia picked Stiles up and carried him carefully to Scott's bed. White followed them into the room and levitated right next to the bed. Malia sat besides him and watched him silently.
"I don't buy this," Breaden murmured to herself. Malia jumped up too her feet and looked at her.
"God! Just stop being such a bitch! Okay, he might be a demon but look around! This place is filled with beings like this. Our pack is filled with darkness but we fight it and try to do good. He is doing the same, so just stop."
Breaden was quiet for a while. "So if you are trying your best, why do you keep trying to kill your mother?" she asked her and left the room. Malia gulped as she was struggling with making up some good answer, but nothing came to her mind. She wasn't trying her best, she gave up on that and let herself control with her anger.
Malia heard two engines outside the house. She went to look out of the window. Scott, Lydia and Kira were getting out of one car, Derek and Issac from another. Breaden was standing already in front of them and telling them where the 'little demon' was. Derek stayed outside with Breaden. Malia wanted to listen to the conversation they were having but Scott rushed into the room before she could catch anything they said.
"What happened?" Scott was only able to say this. He sat down next to Stiles' body and stared at him helplessly.
"I don't know," Malia admitted, "he just passed out..."
By this time, others were already standing around the bed in Scott's room also. Issac seemed a little concerned, too, despite his 'bad feeling about this boy'. He cared. Lydia automatically looked at the right side of the bed, having this odd feeling. White nervously watched Lydia who was staring right at her. But Lydia didn't see anything, she didn't see White. So her eyes quickly found a way to Stiles. Her eyes widened when she noticed the dried blood on his ear.
"I did this," Lydia whispered.
"What?" Malia asked and looked at Lydia.
"Look at his ears. It was me."
Everybody in the room focused their eyes at Stiles' ears, and everyone understood what was Lydia saying.
"But he's not dead, right? He'll wake up, right?" Kira tried to be positive.
"Yeah, he is breathing... Maybe I could enter his mind...," Scott suggested.
"Are you sure about that?" Issac asked. "Won't you get hurt?"
"I don't know, I guess we'll find out."
Scott turned Stiles head a little and took a deep breath. He knew that he is taking a risk, that being in Stiles' mind can mess him up. But Scott didn't hesitate for long and he let his claws sink into the back of his friend's neck.
Scott didn't know where he was, but it seemed that he is standing in a strange room with almost no decorations. A bed, a table, a chair and something which seemed as a private library. Suddenly, a sound echoed through the room. It wasn't just a random sound. It was music. Somebody played the piano. Scott looked around again, but now, a magnificent shiny piano was standing in the middle of the almost empty room and Stiles sitting at it. Scott couldn't believe his eyes. He had no idea that Stiles even played, let alone so beautifully.
A blond woman appeared next to the piano and Stiles looked up to her while playing the instrument.
"Hey," Stiles greeted her and stopped playing.
"Hey," she greeted back. "You don't suck at this as I thought."
"Shut up," Stiles said with a smile and rose to his feet. He came closer to her and put his arm around her waist. Scott watched his best friend with an open mouth when he went for a kiss. Scott was a little uncomfortable.
Where was he? Why was he here? How can he reach Stiles? Scott decided that he'll just go towards him. He grabbed Stiles by his shoulder and broke the passionate kiss. Stiles turned abruptly around, ready to defend himself. Scott gulped at the sight of his black eyes. But the moment Stiles realized who he was seeing, his hazel brown irises were back.
"Scott?" Stiles breathed.
"Stiles, what the hell is this?"
"What are you doing here? How did you get here?"
"Stiles, focus... Where do you think you are?"
"Uh, well, in hell, where else? The question is how did you get here?"
"You are not in hell. This has to be a memory which you're reliving. Look
behind you."
Stiles turned around. Kazi was gone. And also his room.
"What's happening?" Stiles asked anxiously.
"We are in your mind. You fainted. And you are not waking up."
"Shit... Yeah, my other self probably doesn't want me to wake up. Or at least not as me... Just, that doesn't matter. I gotta wake up."
The illuminated place where they were standing started to lose it's light and began to get darker.
"Common," Stiles said shortly and grabbed his wolf friend by his arm.
Both, Scott and Stiles opened their eyes at the same moment. Stiles briskly sat up and closed his eyes.
"What is he doing?" Issac asked quietly. The others just shrugged. After several seconds, Stiles opened his eyes with a tired smile.
"Your nose is bleeding!" Lydia shrieked and pointed at his nose. Stiles wearily rubbed his nose on his sleeve.
"That's alright... Um, I'm just glad that I wasn't late. Abaddon was just about to check on Omri... so, I had to... Uh, step in. That's why I bleed, my body isn't exactly... fit. So, what have I missed?"
"Um, Malia's mother gone, but Malia's alive... And Mason is saved," Kira explained.
"Yeah, I guess we should thank your little ass for making Corinne not kill her daughter." Everybody looked at the door where Breaden was standing. Derek was behind her, smiling at them.
"Actually, that wasn't me," Stiles said and looked to his left. White was still there, watching the whole situation silently. Stiles smiled at her.
"What are you smiling at?" Lydia asked with confusion. Why would he smile at the place she had the weird feeling about.
"Did you guys know that I once almost had a sister?"
"No? Why are you asking?" Malia asked puzzled.
"She was the one who stopped your mother. She's actually here with us, but I guess you can't see her."
"What?" Malia rose her eyebrow and looked at the others for some explanation.
"You mean, that she is right here?" Lydia asked and pointed to the place where White was.
"Excatly there, yes. You can sense her presence, I assume."
"Apparently, yeah."
"All of this is becoming too much for me." Issac's hands gestured to all of them and he left the room.
