Disclaimer: Don't own TW. Only my OC: Zarina.

We weaved through multiple hallways, all of which were unfamiliar to me, but Stiles seemed to know where he was going. By the urgent way he pulled me along, he was definitely taking me somewhere important.

He halted when we turned left one final time, looking down the hall in front of us that lead to a single white door.

"What are we doing here?" I whispered, glancing up at him.

"You remember that night I disappeared? When you found me in the woods?" he started and I nodded. "I thought I was here. In this basement."

"Are you sure it's this one?" I licked my lips nervously.

"Positive. When I saw it from upstairs, it looked exactly like it did in my dream," he confirmed and we started walking towards the door silently.

Once we stood in front of it, Stiles pressed his ear to it for a second before pulling away, hearing nothing. He jiggled the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. Of course it was locked. He banged on the door in frustration and I simply stood beside him quietly.

"What are you guys doing?" The two of us let out small noises of surprise and turned to face Oliver.

"I need to get through here," Stiles replied. "To the basement."

"Doctors don't even have a key to this door," Oliver informed us, a tiny smile on his face. "Only Brunski."

"That head orderly guy?" I pitched in curiously.

"He's got keys to everything in here," he breathed out knowingly.

"Does he keep them on him all the time?" Stiles prodded.

"If you want 'em, you'll probably have to figure out a way to trick him."

"Well, a part of me is getting very good a playing tricks," Stiles and I shared a small glance before moving past Oliver down the hall.

I followed Stiles into the men's bathroom as he stumbled to the sink, popping one of the pills Morrell had given him into his mouth and swallowing it down with tap water.

"Okay, okay just gotta stay awake Stiles," he murmured, looking at himself in the mirror. "You just gotta sta- why are you in the boys' bathroom?" He turned to me, brows furrowed and I gave him a look.

"No reason, I'm just secretly a guy," I said seriously.

"Wh-what? Really?"

"No, not really," I laughed. "I'm just making sure you're okay. Plus, I guess I'm still trying to convince myself that it's really you."

Stiles stepped closer to me and bowed his head slightly. "Well, it won't be for long."

"Don't talk like that," I pleaded. "Please don't. It hurts to lose you, so please don't remind me that I'm going to soon."

I blinked and a tear escaped, falling down my face slowly. Stiles grimaced and wiped it away with his thumb.

"I'm sorry. Don't cry," he muttered, kissing my forehead. "You're not going to lose me. I'm not going anywhere, even when it takes over."

"This is so unfair," I croaked. "I finally get to be with you after so long, just so it can take you away again. Why you? It should've been me."

"What are you talking about? I would go through this over and over again if it meant keeping you safe," he scolded gently.

"B-but the nogitsune wanted me first," I admitted finally, the guilt setting in. "It told me that if I didn't let it in, it'd take you, and I didn't listen. This is all my fault."

"You didn't know," Stiles comforted. "You thought you were just seeing things. How could you have known this would happen?"

"Why don't you hate me right now? I essentially ruined your life," I sobbed.

"Because I love you. Zarina, I love you and every little imperfection that comes with you," he whispered. "I can't hate you."

"Even when I let a demon possess you?" I countered lamely and he chuckled.

"Even then."

I rested my head on his chest and breathed out a light 'I love you too' as I listened to his heart beat underneath my ear. As I did my best to swallow the lump in my throat, I couldn't help but notice the throbbing in my stomach from when Malia kneed me.

It was surprising how fast the guards came after that, I thought with realization. I pulled away from Stiles like lightning, an idea coming to mind.

"I know how to get Brunski's keys."

"Hey, Oliver," I said mockingly, walking up to him in the main room of the facility. He turned to me in confusion.

"Zarina? Why are you talking to me?" he asked.

"Oh no reason, I just decided that you could use someone to talk to, seeing as how the only people you ever loved just dumped you in this place," I pouted fakely.

As his face contorted in hurt, I felt myself wanting to go back on this 'plan' of mine. But for the sake of getting into that basement, I kept my resolve strong, silently apologizing to him for what I as going to say.

"W-what are you talking about? Th-that's not true," he stuttered.

"It's okay, you don't have to deny it. I mean, it's completely understandable that they'd get so tired of taking care of you, that the only thing they could think of was leaving you in this place," I continued as evenly as possible.

"Stop!" his eyes glazed over with tears. "Shut up!"

"Do you know what they do to people like you? They drill holes into your heads. To get rid of that tiny part of your brain that makes you as screwed up as you are."

Then, he knocked me to the floor and pinned my hands to the ground. I let out a yelp of surprise, struggling underneath him.

"You're lying! You're a liar!"

I grit my teeth as I tried to get out of his grip, but his legs were on either side of my torso, keeping me held down firmly. Brunski and another guard came to grab Oliver off of me.

"Get this nutjob off of me!" I cried out as they pried him off.

When Brunski got close enough, I reached for his keys as inconspicuously as possible and clenched them in my hand to hide them.

"NO! She said they drill holes in your head! She said-" Oliver's protests were cut off as they hauled him to his feet.

Stiles came up to me and helped me up. I handed the keys off to him so he could stuff them in his pocket. Once on my feet, he kept an arm around my waist, keeping me steady as I breathed heavily, leaning into him.

Oliver and the guards stared at the two of us for a second before dragging him off to god knows where.

"No, please! C'mon, please don't put a hole in my head, I swear I.." he was protesting, his cries echoing off the walls of the corridor they were walking down.

"You okay?" Stiles looked down at me and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, looking at Oliver's retreating back.

Stiles and I quickly went to the door of the basement and stood in front of it, hesitating for a moment. Our eyes met in a small second of trepidation, but he pushed it away and inserted a key into the lock. He tried multiple ones, shaking the doorknob frantically, but none of them were working.

"I thought this guy had a key to everything," Stiles muttered as I tried to open it myself. Then, a hand fell on each of our shoulders and we looked up, eyes wide.

"I do," Brunski said and Stiles held up his keys, which he took from him before putting his hand back on my shoulder. "But nobody has the key to that room."

He turned us around harshly and pushed us away from the door and to another one. The walls were lined with doors with barred windows and I already knew what was going to happen.

"Into the quiet room, little man," Brunski unlocked the door and the guards pushed him inside. I was held away from them, watching as the guards kept him restrained in the empty white room. "Wanna tell us where you got these?" He held up the pill bottle we got from Morrell.

"Vending machine," Stiles replied immediately.

"I always loved the sarcastic ones," Brunski chuckled humorlessly and uncapped the syringe in his hand. "Give him five of the Haldol."

"Wait, what is that? Is that a sedative?" Stiles started to struggled more frantically against the one of the guards while the other got the syringe. "Okay, hang on! Hang on! I can't go to sleep. Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Look…get off me!"

"No stop! Please don't!" I cried out, trying to get away from my own guards as the syringe was stabbed into his leg, but they simply chuckled at my futile attempts. "Stiles!"

The guards let go of him and he fell to his hands and knees, grabbing for them feebly. "I can't go to sleep. You don't understand…" he trailed off as he fell to the ground. "You don't get it….I-I gotta stay awake….Zarina…"

Brunski shut the door and I started kicking wildly as they took me to the next room over. The two guards dragged me into the white room as I fought.

"What were you and your little boyfriend doing?" Brunski questioned, leaning against the doorway.

"We weren't doing anything bad," I told him, breathing heavy. "We just needed answers."

"You lunatics always want just that. Answers," he snorted. "Pain in my ass, if you ask me. You were the one who stole me keys, weren't you?"

"And you're the one stupid enough to let me," I retorted, grunting as the guards pulled my arms behind my back further.

"Is today my lucky day? Two sarcastic ones in one go," Brunski shook his head in amusement. "Leave her. We'll get them both in the morning."

The guards let go of me and I sprinted for the door, but was pushed to the ground. The door closed with a loud bang and I got up, pounding on it desperately.

"Stiles! Don't be asleep, wake up! Stiles!" I screamed and I was sure that everyone in the facility could hear me. All except him.

After spending a few minutes trying to find a way out, I finally gave up and sat against the wall, staring at the door helplessly. My mind felt like it was on overload, trying to figure out too many things at once.

Coup de foudre.

I jumped at the sudden voice, eyes shooting around the room nervously. It sounded like a man's voice. It echoed throughout the room for a few moments before falling into silence. But then it happened again.

It's an idiom. But the literal translation means 'bolt of lightning'.

A woman's voice this time, echoing the same way the man's had. I stood slowly and walked up to the wall on my right, pressing my ear against it.

There was nothing but dead silence until I heard them. Screams. Horrified, pain-filled screams echoing through the walls. I stumbled backward, but the screams didn't fade or even falter. If anything, they seemed to get louder.

I crumpled to the floor, holding my hands over my ears as I curled my knees to my chest. I rocked back and forth, trying to urge the sounds away, but the screams didn't stop.

A hand touched my back and I screamed, falling onto my butt and looking up at the person. Malia covered my mouth with her hand and I went silent, panting.

"Shut up," she hissed. "I'm getting you and Stiles out of here and into that basement."

I shoved her hand away, getting onto my feet warily. "How'd you get in here, anyways?"

"I can be pretty strong when I want to be," she shrugged. "Is Stiles the next room over?"

I nodded and the two of us sneakily left the room and stood in front of Stiles' door. She held the lock tightly in her hands, jaw clenching as she pulled on it. Eventually, it gave way and she pushed open the door.

Malia stayed by the door to keep watch as I gently woke Stiles. He shot up, yelling and shaking and I put a hand on his cheek as the other helped him sit up.

"Hey, shhh," I comforted. "It's just me." I rubbed his cheekbone with my thumb and he simply stared at my face for a moment, silent.

"H-how did you get in here?" his voice quivered.

"Malia broke the lock," I glanced over at her. "She's kind of strong. Now, get up, we have to go." I hefted him up to his feet and grasped his hand as we turned to Malia.

"There's another way into the basement. Through the closed unit," she told us. "Where they keep the real psychos." She walked out the door and we shared a look before following her.

After walking around for several minutes, we entered the dark basement, my heart beating as we did so. It was much bigger than it looked from above and there was a certain atmosphere of darkness that I just couldn't shake off, making me uneasier by the second.

"Do you know what you're looking for?" Malia looked at Stiles, whose gaze was locked on the wall in front of us. I squeezed his hand to get his attention and he blinked.

"Something to do with that," he pointed over to the wall he was looking at and on it was the symbol the Oni had marked my friends and I with. The kanji meaning self. I subconsciously felt the back of my left ear.

The three of us walked closer to it and Malia knelt, tracing the marking on the wall. "What does it mean?"

"Self," I replied quietly.

"Maybe you should tell me more," she prodded, nodding sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes but Stiles spoke before I could. "You might not like me if you know any more."

Malia stood and looked at us. "Try to remember that I'm a werecoyote who murdered her own family. I won't judge, promise."

I met eyes with Stiles and we both let out an uneasy laugh. That promise was easier said than done.

Malia had left the basement after our long explanation, needing to take a moment to process the whole demon spirit thing. Despite my slight distaste for the girl, I didn't blame her. Stiles and I had found a box of papers lying around in the basement and were rifling through them in silence.

"This place is more of a torture chamber than a mental facility," I muttered. "Electroshock, ice baths, trepanation?" I raised my eyebrow at the last one. "This is what I used to scare Oliver. I didn't think they actually did it."

"I see why they don't want anyone down here," Stiles noted, glancing over at my paper before I set it back into the box.

He threw his own papers down onto the floor and sighed. "There's nothing. Could you check my back? See if they're fading?" he lifted his shirt and I examined the red blotch, running my fingers over it gently.

"They're almost gone," I started to breath erratically, fear taking hold of my heart, constricting it in my chest.

If they were disappearing, then I was running out of time with him. I was terrified. Stiles quickly pulled down his shirt and turned to me, taking my hands in his.

"Breathe, c'mon," he urged and I found myself unable to do anything but breathe out. "Hey, it's okay. Just breathe with me, alright?" He motioned breathing in and out slowly, but I couldn't, tears falling down my face as I gasped for air.

"I-I c-can't, y-you're gonna le-leave me soon," I stuttered out.

"Zarina, I told you I'm not leaving," he whispered. "Focus on me. Focus on my voice. Don't worry it'll be fine."

But I couldn't do anything but look up at him weakly. My chest started to hurt as less and less air filled my lungs and I shook my head feebly, signaling that there was nothing I could do to calm down anymore.

Then, his lips crashed onto mine suddenly. My breathing halted. I was vaguely reminded of the first time we kissed, when he was in my place and I was in his. My eyes fluttered closed and I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on mine and I felt myself start breathing normally again. Stiles' hazel eyes bore into mine and my heart fluttered at how completely beautiful they were.

Unable to stop myself, I kissed him again and he eagerly responded as I lied myself down on the couch, our connection never breaking. He crawled on top of me and intertwined our hands, laying them beside my head as his lips ghosted over my jaw and down my neck.

I let out breathy gasps as he nipped at my neck and moved his lips back to mine, licking my bottom one softly. I hugged him closer with my free arm and let myself melt into him, taking in every last second I had with him. The real him.

Then, the screams from earlier entered my eardrums and I pulled away, eyes wide. Stiles looked down at me worriedly as I turned my head to the side, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Stiles, do you hear that?" I said breathily.

He rolled off me and we stood up. I led him back to the wall with the kanji on it and knelt in front of it. I rapped on it with my knuckles and it made a hallow sound.

I looked up at him and his eyes were narrow. "Do you hear something now?"

Stiles quickly searched around for something and grabbed a pipe that was resting against the metal barrel near him. I stood straight and went behind him, watching as he broke through the wall with the pipe.

He dropped it once the hole was big enough and we looked inside carefully, crouching down. There lay the body of a man…with gauze wrapped around his whole head.

"This is him," he murmured, incredulous and I nodded slowly.

"The nogitsune," I agreed, eyes roaming over the rotting corpse.

Hesitantly, with shaky hands, I reached into the hole and probed my fingers into his pocket. Feeling something, I pulled out a tiny picture of two people.

As I looked at it, my stomach churned. One of them looked exactly like Kira. I handed the picture to Stiles, lips pursed.

"Recognize her?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he responded, getting back to his feet. "I gotta get this to Scott."

Then, he started convulsing on the floor, as he was tased in the side. I shot to my feet and turned to Oliver, whose eyes were blank as he looked down at Stiles.

"You took Brunski's keys," he said. "I took his stun gun."

He chuckled halfheartedly and put the electricity to my side. I let out a yelp as I seized, back sliding down the wall as I glared up at him. He knelt in front of me and twirled a syringe in his hand, ignoring my sounds of protest.

"I also got his Haldol," he added gleefully, stabbing the needle into the spot below my knee.

I fought to stay awake, but the drugs were already in my bloodstream as my eyes shut, screams reverberating through my skull.

Start with her.

The nogitsune's voice whirred me into semi-consciousness. I couldn't open my eyes, but I could hear and feel things going on around me. My heart pumped as I felt my hands and legs tied to some kind of chair. I tried to move, but I found myself numb and unable to even do that much.

I heard footsteps approach me and adjust the bindings on my hands to make them tighter. Stiles was mumbling something in the background as he did that, but I couldn't catch it.

"Just let her go," he said, louder this time. I assumed it was directed towards Oliver.

Let me in, Stiles.

Stiles started to grunt and I could heard the chair jostling as if here were trying to break free. I wanted to tell him not to listen, that the nogitsune was just trying to trick him.

Do you want her to leave here alive? Do you want us to leave? We can walk out of this place.

"Just let her go, please," Stiles sobbed, tugging on his restraints again.

Let me in.

Stiles started to scream, trying to drown the nogitsune out.

Let me in, Stiles. Let me in.

I felt Oliver tilt my head back, holding it down in place.

"Let her go please!" Stiles yelled as the drill buzzed, inching closer and closer to my head.

Let me in, Stiles! Let me in and I'll let her live. Let me in!

I could feel the drill's presence at this point, the buzzing getting louder and it inched closer to my head. But my real worry was with Stiles. He'd gone silent at this point and I knew that he'd given in. Just to save my life.

"Oliver," Stiles' voice was dark and the drill immediately went dead. I heard the sounds of the restraints being broken off and I did everything in my will to wake myself up, but I couldn't pry open my eyes.

Stiles' slow, almost teasing footsteps approached us and Oliver let out a nervous laugh. Before I knew it, I heard the sound of someone's skull being bashed in with the drill and I didn't have to guess who it was. Stiles let out a breath before walking away.

Finally, I had some sort of control over my body and I felt myself stir. My head tilted to the side and I opened my eyes, ignoring the blurriness that surrounded me as I looked at Stiles' back.

"Stiles?" I asked fearfully as he placed the drill on the desk in front of him.

But I knew it wasn't him as his head turned towards me, a dark grin adorning his face before he walked off, leaving me in the basement.

I fought against my restraints and somehow managed to loosen them enough for me to break free. Drowsily, I ran in the direction Stiles had gone and looked around, calling for him multiple times.

My attempts were futile. Just as the nogitsune had promised, he and the one person I swore to protect were gone.

AN: Aaaand that was Episode 20. Lotta stuff happens. Fun and not so much. LOL. Hope it met your standards well.

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS IN THIS NEXT PART OF THE AN SO IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED THE RECENT EP, DONT READ.

First of all, I want to say a huge thank you to Allison Argent. She was an angel and a warrior and a princess in every aspect of herself and I just really think she deserved so much better. Idk I found myself hurting about the whole death a lot more than I initially thought. I couldn't even speak for a while because it was just such a shock that Jeff would even kill her off. But respecting Crystal's decision to leave the show, she did do her character justice because she'd died protecting her friends. Forever and always, RIP.

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