"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh" Stiles screamed himself awake.
He was cold, sweaty, and afraid. He was definantly afraid, but didn't know what he was afraid of. He couldn't remember the nightmare, he just knew it was something to be afraid of.
He looked around his room but it was too dark to see anything. He wondered why it was so dark and as if on que the moonlight started to shine through the window illuminating the room.
He was in his bedroom, his bedroom in the house that he shared with his four friends. It was exactly the same as it was before he left.
Stiles froze when he heard breathing next to him. He turned his head slowly being sure not to make any sudden moves. Every muscle in his body released from tense mode when he saw that it was Lydia. She was sleeping soundly and he couldn't help but smile at her beauty.
His head snapped forward when he heard his bedroom door squeak open slowly. He squinted into the darkness that stood beyond the doorway. His mind began to run ramped when he saw a pair of fiery red eyes next to a pair of fierce orange ones.
The darkness began to subside and he could finally see that the eyes belonged to his friends.
Scott and Kira stood in the doorway staring at him.
"Scott?" He called "Kira?" No one moved. "You two alright?" He asked.
His mind began running again when neither of them moved.
Stiles slowly stood from his bed and started to walk toward them. The room was deathly still, not a sound to be heard. Not even a breath coming from anyone.
"Hey." Stiles whispered as he touched his friends' shoulders.
The two looked at him quickly and in an instance they grabbed his arms and pinned him to the wall.
"What are you two doing?" He asked but recieved his answer in their actions as they began to claw at his stomach digging their claws into his flesh. Stiles screamed at the top of his lungs wondering why. He looked at their faces watching as they changed further and further from human.
In the midst of all that was happening Lydia hadn't moved. She was still as silent as the night and Stiles had noticed. If he wasn't so caught up in being mauled by his friends he would've noticed the slash across Lydia's throat and the blood dripping from his fingers.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Stiles yelled trying to push them off. "STOOOOOP!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he used all of his strentgh. He grabbed them both successfully pushing them off and slamming them down to the floor.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." He screamed himself awake again.
He was back in his normal hotel room lying in bed as sweaty, out of breath, and afraid as the first time he'd woken up tonight.
This time he knew why he was so afraid but hoped he wouldn't need help.
"Stiles, do you think that maybe you feel threatened by Theo, and that's why you don't like him?" Scott asked through the phone.
"Of course I feel threatened by him. He's a threat." Stiles answered.
"So you're jealous."
"Jealous? Scott it has nothing to do with Lydia and I."
"Then what does it have to do with?"
"The fact that he's a dangerous psychopath, who would have no problem killing one of us."
"Stiles, I doubt he wants to kill anyone."
Stiles sighed in frustration before pulling the phone away from his ear and looking for something to hit. When he didn't find anything to hit he grabbed the closest thing to him (which was a take-out menu) and balled it up in an attempt to let out his frustrations.
"Is he there now?" Stiles asked putting the phone back up to his ear.
"Uh, yeah." Scott looked into the kitchen from his spot in the living room.
Theo was in the kitchen making a sandwhich.
"Okay just... just look at him Scott. You cannot tell me that he doesn't seem evil to you."
Scott took a moment to look at Theo, watching his every motion, listening to his vitals, smelling his emotions.
"You know what Stiles, I'm starting to see it." Scott suggested.
"You are?" Stiles asked feeling hopeful.
"Yeah, he just put pickles and barbeque on the same sandwhich."
Stiles' face fell hopeless again. "Wow..." He said.
"I'm sorry Stiles, but he seems like a really awesome guy."
"Yeah, but if..." Stiles was cut off by a beeping coming from his phone.
He pulled the phone back to see who was calling.
"Alright, Scott my dad's calling."
"Alright, I'll just meet you at practice later."
"Yea." Stiles said before switching calls.
"Dad, what have you got?" Stiles asked.
"Nothing." His dad said flatly.
"Nothing? Nothing as in not a thing?"
"Stiles, I only know the one."
"But he's supposed to be at Eichen."
"Nope, shows here that Theo was released from Eichen, his dad signed him out."
"Alright thanks dad."
"Hey, listen. You're not in Beacon Hills anymore. You can't keep trying to find supernatural cases in everything. It's time you live your life." The Sheriff said.
"I know, it's just, there's something about this. I know there's a reason he's here, I can feel it."
"Just... try and have fun in college, but not too much fun."
"Yeah, I know. Talk to you later, dad." Stiles hung up.
'I know I'm right about this, I always am.' Stiles thought to himself as he walked into the bathroom to pee. He stopped in his tracks as he looked in the mirror, immediately feeling fearfull again. Now he knew he needed help.
He pulled out his phone and called a number. The phone rang twice before he got an answer.
"Hello?" A voice called from the otherside.
"Hello, Malia? It's Stiles." He said.
"I know who it is, what do you want?" She sounded annoyed.
"I need your help." He said flatly.
Malia caught a lump in her throught. She'd hoped she'd never hear those words because they ment something very very bad. She pushed the lump away before answering. "Where are you?"
"Do you know who it was?" Scott asked Liam over the phone.
"No, they wore these weird suits and masks. And they moved so fast. Derrek said they attacked him too." Liam answered.
"How many were there?"
"Three. There were three. And they killed Hayden right in front of me. Th-they stuck a needle in her neck a-and I tried to help, but I couldn't..." Liam sounded like he was about to cry.
"Hey hey, calm down, it's alright. Alright I'm gonna be back there as soon as I can. Meanwhile you should pack some things and go to Derrek's. You'll be safer together."
"Ok, ok I'm going now."
"Alright talk to you later." Scott hung up and got his keys.
Stiles sat on his bed fiddling with his thumb until he heard a knock on his door.
"Stiles, let me in." Malia called through the door.
Stiles complied with her demand and openned the door. Malia stepped inside with a sour look.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey." She replied. "So, on the phone, you said..."
"Yeah, I need help."
"Is it what I think it is?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"Then it's really bad."
"Yeah." He sat down again.
"Are you positive that it's..."
"Pretty sure."
"How?" She asked.
"I had this nightmare last night. I woke up back in the house, everything was normal until two of my friends started to maul me. I had to scream myself awake."
Malia sat down next to Stiles with her hands on her head. "This is gonna be bad isn't it?"
"Probably." He nodded.
"Okay so what do we do?" She asked. "What do we need?"
"Well basically we need an alpha." Stiles said.
"Easy, your friend, isnt he an alpha?"
"Scott, no, I don't want him involved." Stiles said. "I don't want anyone getting hurt over this."
"What about me? You don't care if I get hurt?" She asked offended.
"No... I mean yea, of course. But we've dealt with it before. I wasn't thinking when I called you. Please just help me keep everyone safe."
Malia looked away to think for a while. "My cousin. My cousin Derrek. He's an alpha."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure. He lives back home, in Beacon Hills."
"Okay thanks." Stiles said grabbing his jacket and keys.
"Woah, wait. I have to go with you." She said.
"It's too dangerous right now."
"Stiles, you said it yourself; we've dealt with this, we're in it now... together."
"Wow, thanks." He said.
"Besides, if all goes wrong I'll have to kill you anyway." She spoke non-chalantly.
Stiles sighed. "Good start." He said.
There was another knock on the door and Stiles openned it. Scott came in looking nervous.
"Scott?" Stiles asked. "What's wrong?"
"I'm trying to figure out how to ask this." Scott said.
"Maybe just say it?" Malia suggested.
"Ok... Ok, alright." Scott said looking up from his hands at Stiles. "So you've dealt with alot... I mean alotof supernatural things, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Stiles looked at Malia then back at Scott.
"I kind of need your help." Scott said.
"With what?" Stiles asked.
"My Beta was attacked. He was on a date with his girlfriend when these three guys grabbed them, they held him down while they stuck a needle in the girls neck. He said her eyes turned completely silver and then she died." Scott said.
"What can Stiles do?" Malia asked.
"I need to figure out who they are then I can figure out how to beat them."
"Sorry Scott, I can't help you now."
"Why not?" He asked.
"I'm having some personal issues."
"What kind of issues? Is it about Lydia?"
"No, it's about me, I gotta leave for a while."
"Stiles I'm trying to save lives."
"So am I, Scott." He said making Scott blink rapidly in confusion.
"What are you talking about?" Scott asked.
"Hhhuuuhhhhh." Malia sighed. "You call yourself an alpha?" She looked at Scott.
"What?"
"Can you not smell it?" She asked.
Scott stopped and focused on the smells coming from Stiles. Anxiety, Fear, but above all something bad. "You're dying?" Scott asked.
"Sorta." Stiles answered.
Stiles lead Scott and Malia to the bathroom where they stopped in front of the mirror. The two creatures looked back and fourth from Stiles to his reflection in the mirror.
Stiles' reflection looked scary. It's hair was completely black as aposed to his normal brown. It's eyes were completely black as aposed to his normal hazel color. Around It's eyes where dark and it had darkness spreading through it's veins.
"It's called a nogitsune or Void Stiles. Eventually It's gonna take over me and I'll lose control of myself."
"How do you know all this?" Scott asked.
"Because it's happened before." Malia said.
"And how bad was it before?" Scott asked.
"I killed alot of people." Stiles said.
"And how do we stop it?"
"Last time Malia's dad Peter seperated us..."
"Seperated?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, there were two of me. He bit Void Stiles and killed him."
"How?"
"A nogitsune's a dark fox spirit." Stiles started.
"And you can't be a fox and a wolf." Malia finished.
"So can't I do it?" Scott asked.
"No, it's still inside me. You can only seperate us after it takes over, and if you bite me now I'll die."
"Okay so how will I seperate you?"
"You have to go into his mind." Malia said.
"How?" Scott asked.
"Oh, my goodness." Malia sighed. "We'll just have Derrek do it."
"Derrek Hale?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, why?" Malia asked.
"Because I just got a text from him." Scott pulled out his phone.
Derrek: Braeden said they're called the Dread Doctors. They have a book.
Scott: Has anyone read it?
Derrek: No, she's at the library getting it now.
Scott: Okay good. How's Liam?
Derrek: Annoying, you'd better get here fast.
Scott: Yeah on my way there now.
"Let's go." Scott said.
Stiles openned his door and was surprised to see Lydia standing there about to knock. Kira stood next to her just as surprised.
"What are you doing here?" Stiles asked.
"We wanna help." Kira said.
"Uh, how do you... I mean... help with what?" Scott asked.
"You guys called us" Lydia said.
"No we didn't." Stiles said.
"Yes... you called me and asked us to come help."
"The only person I called was Malia."
"We can't just stand around and talk about this. We need to leave." Malia interupted.
"Alright, we'll take Lydia and Kira home, then we'll head out." Stiles said.
"No, we're friends, and we're gonna help." Kira said stubbornly.
"No, it's way too dangerous, we don't want anyone getting hurt." Scott said.
"Then why's she going?" She pointed to Malia.
"I... don't really know." Scott turned around.
"Me? I'm the last resort."
"What last resort?" Scott asked with his eyebrows furrowing.
"If all else fails... she has to kill me." Stiles said trying not to look anyone in the eye.
Everyone stood silent for a moment.
"What does that mean?" Lydia whispered. She walked over and stood directly in front of Stiles. "What does that mean?"
Stiles closed his eyes tightly before taking her hand and walking her to the bathroom. "Look." He pointed to the mirror.
She looked at his reflection and nearly cried. "What's going on?" She asked quietly.
"I'm dying..."
"So if we don't get it out it'll kill him?" Kira asked. Scott and Malia had just explained it to her.
"No, it'll take control and kill others..." Scott said.
"Alot of others." Stiles added.
"And then it'll kill him." Malia spoke.
They were all in Stiles' Jeep. Stiles was driving, Scott sat passenger and the girls were in back.
"So what's the plan?" Kira asked.
"I may need something to stay awake." Stiles said.
"Like what?"
"Anything."
"We'll find something at the next gas station we find." Scott said.
Around the two hour mark they finally found a gas station. While Scott, Kira, and Malia went inside to get gas, and anything that would keep stiles awake, he himself climbed in back to talk with Lydia. She hadn't spoken since they got into the truck.
She was staring at the window intently, like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Hey, Lyds." He spoke softly, almost a whisper as he took her hand in his. She didn't speak, she just took a deep visible breathe. He looked at her chest rise and fall but she still wouldn't look at him. "Lydia I..." He took a breath as he looked toward the store to see if his friends were coming yet. When the doors didn't move he turned back to her. "I love you." He pushed the words out before he could change his mind. She finally turned her head, eyes wide and tears streamed down her face. He had never said that, neither of them had.
Scott gave the cashier forty bucks for gas. While the girls walked around picking up things.
"Hey, what about coffee. That would keep him awake right?" Kira asked pointing to the coffee machine.
Scott shrugged but Malia answered. "No. He doesn't drink coffee."
"Now that you mention it, I've never seen him drinking coffee." Scott said.
"Me either." Kira added.
"It doesn't keep him up. The warmth of it usually makes him even more sleepy." Malia said.
Scott turned to look out the window and spotted something on the rack just underneath it. "Hey!" He calls in a eurika moment. "What about this?" He lifted up a bottle of energy supplement.
"Worth a shot." Malia said.
Scott grabbed the entire display setting it on the counter. "I'll take all of these too."
"Do you mean that?" Lydia asked, her cracking voice almost a whisper.
"Yeah, for a while now. I was just too scared to say it, but seeing as I might die before this trip is over... I had to tell you." He answered.
More tears began to spill over her eyelids. "I love you too." She began to sob.
"Then why are you crying?" He asked, wiping away an eyelash from her cheek.
She took a moment to answer. "I uhm... when you said you might die I... I tried to picture life without you but.. but I couldn't..." She gulped. " so I tried to picture life before you but... but It's like, life didn't exist before I met you. Like my brain doesn't wanna remember a time when you weren't here. I litteraly can't imagine life without you." She began to sob.
"And you wont have to."
"How can you be so optomistic right now? There's something inside you trying to take control." She ran her hand along his cheek.
"Because I've been through this before, last time it was only Malia, Peter, and Me. But this time I have alot more help, I have you." He stared into her teary eyes, forming tears himself. "And I have only faith. Because this time... I have something to fight for."
"We have something to fight for." Lydia said before kissing him.
The couple flinched at the sound of the Jeep's door squeeking open. Scott climbed in holding a plastic bag bulging with bottles of Five Hour Energy.
"What's this?" Stiles asked.
"Something to keep you awake." Scott said.
Lydia hesitantly looked to Malia. She didn't want to ask but she had to. "Hey." She whispered so Stiles wouldn't hear.
"What?" Malia asked.
"Is this... I mean, you've known Stiles longer than me and... he seems like he's holding back and... just tell me. Is this going to be as bad as I think?"
"I'm not afraid of anything, I mean anything." Malia starts.
"Yeah, I can tell." Lydia said less than pleased.
"But the thought of this being half as bad as last time..." Malia glanced at Stiles. "That scares the shit out of me."
A/N: I'm sorry this took so long and I hope you guys don't hate me too much. I'll try my best to get these out quicker for you guys.
This is Silent_Overkill thank you and goodnight. (Takes a bow)