"Stiles! Stiles please don't do this!" you cried, backing away from him. You knew it wasn't Stiles. That the Nogitsune had still possesed him. Stiles's eyes were cold as ice as they glared at you, lifeless. In his hand was a large blade, bloodied and glimmering in the moonlight. Tears streamed down your face, as you backed into a corner.
"Please.. Stiles I know you're in there somewhere.. You can't do this." You cried.
"You know it's funny, Stiles is begging me right now.. not to kill you. But I can't have people he loves getting in my way." he said in a dangerous voice.
"Stiles... I-I love you." you sob.
"I know you do, which is why I have to do this." he said softly and kneeled in front of you. He lifted your chin, looking into your eyes.
"Shame.. you're very pretty. I'll make it quick." he whispered and slammed the blade into your side. You gasped, and out of reaction you held onto him tightly. He let you down gently, kissing your forhead.
"He's crying right now. I just wanted to let you know that. He's screaming out your name." he said, smiling. Tears still fell down your cheeks as you watched him walk away.
