yea i decide to update cuz im wanting to continue this and not forget about it like my last yea hope you enjoy!
Stiles finally slowed down when she reached the Hale house. she didn't know how she even ran the distance from her house to Derek's old, run down house, but she did, and she did it with Derek by her side. Stiles entwined her fingers with Derek's and led him into the house, up the stairs, and into his old bed room and onto the bed. Even though the room was half burnt down and full of ash and dust, it somehow provided Stiles with the sanctuary that she needed.
'What's up, Babe?' Derek asked, pulling Stiles closer to him and kissing her forehead.
'Everything' Stiles was so confused, she woke up today and everything was different. It had only taken a matter of hours before her life had come crumbling down on her. Why was her life so difficult?
'If you don't want the baby, I'm sure there is something that can be done, maybe Deaton will know…'
'No, I want this baby. I would never give it up' Stiles voice was weak and broken, but she was definitely adamant on keeping this baby.
'Are you sure?' Stiles rolled her eyes and nudged Derek in the stomach softly. How could Derek think she didn't want to keep the baby, after all, they had made it together. It was a part of both of them now and there was no way, in heaven or hell that she would abort their baby.
Stiles rolled over so that she was facing Derek, the bed creaked under the sudden movement, but both of the parents chose to ignore it as they were too busy staring at each other, totally transfixed by each other, like they had never seen the other person before. Derek lowered his head a little so that his lips were on Stiles lips. It was just a soft kiss, but that one kiss gave Stiles hope that everything was going to be okay….as long as she had Derek. Stiles closed her eyes, unintentionally falling asleep in Derek's arms.
Something wasn't right. Stiles was in her room, it was cold, dark and there was something sticky all over her, which led to her hands wandering over her body in an attempt to find out where the sticky stuff was coming from. Stiles hands froze over her stomach. No, something definitely wasn't right. There was a stab wound on her lower abdominal and a lot of blood was spilling out of the wound. What, the?
Alarmed, Stiles got up and turned the light on. she almost screamed when she saw that her bed was covered in blood. she ran out of her room, almost tripping over her own two feet as she ran down the hallway and into her father's room, but this was not right! Her father was on the floor, covered in blood with his eyes open, and Stiles knew that he was dead. He was just too still. Stiles ran out of her father's room, down the stairs, calling Derek's name, but stopped dead in her tracks when he reached the lounge room.
The pack was piled on each other, each bloody and each had a steak in his/her heart. Stiles looked for Derek, but couldn't see him beneath the mass of bodies that was on top of him. Scott was colourless and his baby, brown eyes, which were once full of life, were lifeless and colourless. Lydia, who used to be so energetic and confident, now lay in a puddle of her own blood. Her hair, which was once strawberry blood, was now streaked with blood and her lips, which were once so luscious, were now cracked and bloodied. Oh God, Stiles did not want to see this. she wanted Derek to hold her close and tell her that everything was going to be okay.
The bodies of her deceased friends and boyfriend were not even the worst of it. Not even close! There was a man, half wolf, half human who was staring at Stiles with a crazed look in his eyes; he was holding a bloodied knife in his hand and he held Derek's heart in his other hand.
'WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?' Stiles screamed at him.
'I don't want you. I want what's inside of you'
Stiles didn't even realize he shad fallen asleep in Derek's arms, until she woke up screaming hysterically, with tears leaking out of her brown reached out for Derek but found he wasn't next to her, which lead to her yelling out Derek's name hysterically. Stiles needed Derek to comfort her, but he wasn't there. Why wasn't he there?
Stiles couldn't breathe, her chest felt constricted and her vision started going black, and she was sure that she was going to pass out…that was, until Derek came back into the room with wide eyes and looking very confused.
'Stiles, what's wrong?' Derek asked as he moved closer to Stiles, pulling her into a tight embrace.
'You, my dad…Scott….Lydia…everyone wasdeadand I' Stiles couldn't focus properly. Her head was spinning with grief. Her dream had seemed so very real at the time.
'Calm down.' Derek's voice was soothing.
'NO! You don't understand, Derek. He wants the baby. He's going to kill everyone!'
'Who is?'
'I don't know. But he's coming; we've got to do something. We can't let him take our baby.'
'Stiles, baby, please calm down.'
Stiles pushed away from Derek and stood up, the floor boards creaking before saying; 'No, he's coming'
So what ya'll think gon happen my lovely readers?