*Quick warning for this chapter. This chapter features descriptions of violence, more specifically violence against a woman. If this is triggering, please do not read this chapter. *

A low groan filled the air as Kristie's eyes began to open agonizingly slow, finally revealing where she was. It was a dirty, white, circular, brick room, with a black iron gate; small and suffocating not only in size, but with the emotional thickness in the air. As she tried to get up, the pounding in her head only intensified.

There was so much anger, sadness, frustration, and just flat out pain that it was just total chaos in her mind. Kristie had learned to control her empathy a little, by focusing on one person, but all this emotion made it hard for her to even think, let alone concentrate. It all just really wanted to make her scream.

On all fours, with her head down, she felt like she could just crawl over to the wall and die. A few dry heaves escaped her lips and she could have sworn she tasted blood. That's when suddenly, she was relieved of the pain. It was like a switch had gone off and now everything was fine. And that's when she heard the sound of the gate opening.

"I hope you feel more comfortable."

Kristie looked up, seeing Stiles…no, the Nogistune, standing in front of her. "Your pain was just too much….so I gladly took it away."

Kristie backed away from the Nogistune as he walked towards her, but she ended up against the wall. He had picked a good place to put her; she was cornered no matter where she went. Kneeling down in front of her, he grabbed her face. "Such a beautiful creature." He almost purred. "I've never seen a pretty empath before, let alone a werewolf one, who just happens to be the mate of a Hale and the twin of a True Alpha." He chuckled. "You sure do have an exquisite resume, don't you?"

"Where's Lydia?" Kristie asked, her voice raspy and very foreign to her.

"You're stuck in a small room with me and you're worried about Lydia?" Kristie glared at him. "I thought you would be fighting your way out by now."

"What do you want with us?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The Nogistune asked, releasing her. "She's a banshee, you're an empath." He stroked her cheek, moving a piece of hair out of her face. "I feed off chaos, strife, and pain. It's what we tricksters do. You two are like an all you can eat buffet."

He grabbed her face again and Kristie began to scream, feeling what seemed like a million tiny needles puncturing her brain. Black spots began to appear in her vision before she finally blacked out, not being able to take the pain any longer.

It seemed like forever, but Kristie finally felt herself wake up again. Rising slowly, she came to a seated position and felt something drip down her upper lip. As she pulled her hand back, she saw the black blood on her fingertips; her body was trying to heal itself. The Nogistune had almost killed her, and she knew he was going to keep her trapped here until he did.

She still couldn't believe that that was Stiles in there. She had known this guy all her life, but now he was completely different. She laid her head against the cool wall, a dull pain still present. Where the hell was she? Where could he have possibly taken her? She had never been here before; she didn't feel a sense of familiarity. That meant it would take her family that much longer to find her.

Kristie let out a sigh and wiped her nose again, feeling that the blood had dried. She had to come up with a plan to escape and do it soon. Taking a another look at her surroundings, this time more clearly, she saw the black iron gate and the steps leading up to the exit. That meant she had to be in a basement of some kind. The gate also looked rather old; if she could only get over to it, it had to be weak enough to break.

With her hands shaking, Kristie slowly stood and put all of her focus on getting to the gate. She gradually made her way around the curve of the wall, using it as a crutch the best she could. The sense of relief that blossomed in her when she reached the gate was overwhelming. It was like some of her strength had returned.

Positioning herself, she grabbed the bars tightly and focused all of her strength on getting the stupid thing open. "Okay…. okay." She mumbled, mentally getting herself ready. "You've got this. Just count to three and it will open." Her fingers gripped tighter to the metal. "One…...two…. three…..."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Kristie's head snapped up quickly. She stepped back from the gate as she began to feel a dull ache in her head, obviously a cause of the Nogistune appearing. He walked into the cell, the door slamming hard behind him. Kristie shook her head and turned from him and leaned against the wall, trying to focus.

"You're a lot stronger than you look." He started. "I'll give you that. Most people by now probably would have just willed themselves to die. I guess that's why Stiles liked you so much."

"Don't you dare talk about him." Kristie snapped, turning to him.

"Oh…...looks like I hit a nerve." The Nogistune paused, looking her up and down. "You know Stiles had feelings for you right?"

"I'm not going to fall for your tricks." Kristie spat, tired of his games.

"Oh, I'm not lying." The Nogistune said, slowly walking towards her. "I was in his mind, remember? You may have always thought it was just Lydia, but it wasn't. He's had feelings for you since you met…where was it?" He was mere inches from her now. "Oh, right. The sandbox. God, if only you could see the thoughts running through his hyperactive little mind." He let out a choked laughed and he slowly brushed a piece of hair from Kristie's face. He leaned forward and she could feel his breath up against her skin, a disgusted shiver rolling up her spine.

"And since you killed my love, I might as well take what we both want."

He began to run his hand up Kristie's thigh and she grabbed onto him, her claws and fangs out and her eyes glowing gold. The Nogistune moved back, an angry look on his face. "I didn't kill that thing." Kristie spat. "She was just too weak." The Nogistune gave her a smirk before landing a hard slap to Kristie's face.

The impact was so hard it sent her to the floor. She grabbed her face and could immediately taste the blood in her mouth. Getting on all fours, she tried to crawl away, however another blow hit her body, this time the Nogistune's foot kicking her stomach. Kristie's body fell with a thud. She curled into a ball trying to protect herself, the Nogistune's looming figure standing above her. Another kick sent her seizing up even more and the tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Look who's weak now."

After beating her, the Nogistune had left, leaving her there to bleed and writhe on the ground. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling in her fugue state as her body tried to repair each broken bone and bruise one at a time. It was painful, but at least it helped her focus just a little bit.

She thought a lot about her family: Scott, her mom…even her dad. Were they looking for her right now, combing through every lead until they found her? She thought about their last night in the same house, the night her dad left after Scott got hurt. She had been so young. She thought about her friends: Isaac, Allison, Lydia, and mourned for the loss of Stiles, her very best friend. But most of all, she thought about Derek.

Kristie let out a shaky breath as she brought her hand up to her heart. She could feel Derek's hands caress her and could feel his breath on her throat before he kissed her gently, a ruse before giving her a small nip. He then moved his way up and down her body, placing a soft kiss on seemingly each spot that pained her. Kristie smiled and moaned. Reaching out her hand, she brought him to her lips, but as they met, Derek vanished, and her hand dropped on the ground with a thud.

"Derek…" She whispered in a raspy voice even unrecognizable to her. "Derek…."

Kristie coughed and rolled agonizingly slow over onto her side, wheezing from the pain in her lungs. "Someone help me." She moaned, tears beginning to run down her cheeks. Wasn't anyone going to help her?

As if by some divine intervention, the familiar sound of heels echoed through the tiny room. Kristie looked up and let out a cry of relief, seeing as the short redhead came down the stairs to her cell door.

"Lydia?!" She cried out, a smile growing on her face.

"Kristie?" Lydia asked, a look of disbelief on her face. She rushed to the gate and bent down, sticking her arm through the bars. Kristie flipped onto her stomach and crawled her way to her friend, her left leg still dead weight as it continued to heal. After a few grunts and some encouragement from Lydia, she finally reached her friend.

"Hi." Kristie rasped, giving Lydia a big smile, so relieved to see a friendly face. Lydia grasped her hand tightly and gave her a reassuring squeeze. But Kristie could see her face. The look of pity in her features was very prominent, no matter how hard she seemingly tried to hide it.

"What did it do that you?" Lydia whispered.

"I'll heal." Kristie said, trying to reassure her. "It'll just take some time."

"They'll find us." Lydia began, but she actually seemed terrified, not relieved at this thought. "Our friends are going to find us."

"You think so?"

Both heads snapped, seeing the Nogistune standing behind Lydia. The banshee stood, placing herself in front of Kristie. "I myself, was kind of wondering what they're doing right now. What useless lead they're chasing. I wonder if maybe some of them have bigger problems to deal with right now. Are they really spending every minute looking for you? Or... Are they waiting for nightfall? Focused on some hopeless gesture to pass the time."

"What do you want?" Lydia asked, a blank expression on her face.

"More."

"More what?"

"The Trickster stories are all about food, Lydia. The Coyote, the Raven, the Fox. They're all hungry. I'm the same. I just crave something a little different. I eat what you feel." He quickly moved a piece of hair from her face and came up to the red head, causing Lydia to shriek. "And I am insatiable." He finished with a growl.

"Leave her alone!" Kristie exclaimed. However, despite her desire to sound intimidating, she couldn't help the wounded cough that escaped her lips.

The Nogistune smirked and stepped away from Lydia, but his face quickly changed as his eyes drifted to the ceiling, almost as if he was sensing something.

Lydia scoffed. "You're nervous, aren't you? You know they're coming." She paused. "You know they're going to kill you."

The monster smiled coyly and put a hand on the wall, trapping Lydia even more between himself and the gate. "Well, that's exactly why I'm keeping you so close." Stiles turned to Kristie on the ground and scoffed. "Besides, you wouldn't leave her."

Taking ahold of the gate, the Nogistune forcefully opened it and pulled Lydia inside, just barely missing Kristie as he did so. "They're here." Lydia smugly said. "And I don't need to scream to know that they're going to kill you."

"Good. Because that's exactly why I brought you. I needed to know when they'd be close enough." He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the kitsune tails that belonged to Kira's mother. "When my own death was closing in."

Suddenly, smoke filled the room and the oni appeared, raising their weapons at the monster. Lydia gasped and ran to Kristie pulling her to the wall as carefully as she could. However, the Nogistune was anything but fazed. "Cause only when they're close, can I do this..."

And that's when he broke the tail, causing himself and the oni to vanish.

As soon as he was gone, Lydia gathered Kristie in her lap. The young werewolf held tightly to her friend, not wanting to let go of the genuinely warm human contact. She no longer felt totally hopeless now that Lydia was here.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Lydia asked, getting a better look at her friend.

Kristie coughed and groaned at the pain in her chest. "If I'm being honest, no. But I'm definitely better now that someone else is here with me." Lydia sighed and pushed Kristie's hair out of her face. She looked around with a nervous expression.

That's when both girls heard the sound of feet running towards them; Kristie perked up at the sound, but Lydia got even more tense. "Lydia? Kristie?!" Scott exclaimed as he came into the light. He immediately spotted his sister, before throwing open the gate and running towards them.

"No. No, no, no. Why are you here?" Lydia frantically asked as she stood, letting Scott grab his sister.

"Lydia, we're here for you." Kristie turned and quickly jumped back seeing Stiles standing there. But Scott laid a gentle hand on her, telling her that this was in fact their childhood friend.

"You weren't supposed to be here." Lydia told him. "You didn't get my message?"

"Lydia, what's happening?" Kristie groaned as Scott gathered her in his arms.

"Who else is here?" She questioned. "Who came with you? Who else is here?"

"Guys, we got to get out of here." Scott interrupted, looking down at his sister. He took off out of the cell, Lydia and Stiles right behind him.

The world began to move in a blur as Scott ran through the building, his fast heartbeat filling Kristie's ears. As soon as they were outside, the cool night air immediately wrapped around her tightly. She felt like she could really breathe again. "Don't worry Kristie." Scott started. "I'm gonna get you out of here."

Scott rounded a corner, when he suddenly stopped. Though she couldn't see what he did, Lydia's screams for Allison filled her ears. Something had happened to the young huntress, and if the stabbing feeling in her chest was any indication, it wasn't good; mostly because it didn't hurt.

"Go." Kristie whispered, feeling Scott's need to help her. Scott set her down on the ground and flung the gate open. Kristie turned her head and saw Scott catch Allison as she sunk to the ground.

"Allison."

"Did you find them? Are they okay? Are Lydia and Kristie safe?"

"They're okay. I can't. I can't take your pain."

"It's because it doesn't hurt."

"No."

"It's okay."

"Allison."

"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I'll always love. I love you. Scott. Scott McCall."

"Don't, please, don't. Allison don't, please."

"You have to tell my dad. And you have to tell my dad. Tell him…."

Kristie turned away, tears running down her face as she listened to her brother cry and heard the last slow beats of Allison's heart. The world around her began to blur and she could feel herself wanting to drift away too.

"Oh no you don't."

Kristie's eyes slowly opened, and her blurred vision cleared as she found herself looking at Derek. A high-pitched noise escaped her lips that could only be described as a mix of desperation and relief. Derek wrapped his strong arms around her, and she immediately felt a huge weight leave her body. Tears streamed down her face as she clung to Derek, never wanting to let him go.

And as the adrenaline left her body, Kristie felt herself fall into a deep sleep, knowing she was finally safe in her mate's arms.