"Is he dead?"
"He will be."
Kate turned to him with an angry expression,
"Will be?"
She took three quick steps and her eyes flash green,
"The wolfsbane will be fatal. "
She gripped his chin firmly ,
"You know what else is fatal? A gunshot to the forehead!"
She ripped her hand from his chin violently,
"When I give an order you follow it.. Understand?"
Stiles nods slowly.
"Good."
Kate walks to the edge of the basement where Chris sits drifting in and out of consciousness.
Her heeled boot kicks his foot out of her path.
"I was thinking Stiles...to make things a bit more interesting..why not bring our little banshee into the game?"
Stiles stands motionless as if waiting for a command.
Kate stops abruptly in front of him,
"Bring her to me.."
Stiles nods turning away from her walking out of the dark basement.
"Is he going to be ok!?"
Scott holds Liam's shaking hand in his own as the vet examines his wound.
"I need the bullet to heal him."
Scott looks up to the vet recalling the time that Derek was in the same situation,
"How are we supposed to get that?"
Deaon's worried expression met his,
"I don't know but.. we need to get it.. and soon"
Scott looks to Liam who's face is contorted in pain as Deaton stands,
"Lets get him to the clinic. I can buy us a little more time but not much.."
Scott lifts Liam into his arms and stands,
"Someone call Kira and Lydia."
Malia grabs her phone bringing it to her ear.
Her room seems dull as she flicks on the light. She is tired. Her bed looks so inviting that she barely manages to take off her shoes before plopping down in the center of the fluffy comforter.
Her eyes remain open as information buzzes through her mind.
She brought him back. She did it.. but he was stolen from her. He is alive somewhere right now but just the shell of his body. Her Stiles is gone. To her..he is still dead.
Her eyes drift shut a sigh leaving her lips.
When her eyes open again the window beside her bleeds red and the clock reads 7:45.
She grabs her phone, two missed calls from Malia. She goes to press the call button when she hears her front door open and close.
She sits up stretching and sighs,
"Hey mom!"
Her house stays silent and there is a creak she knows belongs to the first stair in the staircase.
She stands taking a step towards the door,
"Mom?"
The footsteps creak closer and she lunges for her phone.
"Don't."
Her hand freezes over her phone and fear settles over her body.
She turns slowly to face her door and her heart drops into her stomach.
He is dressed in all black. A stark contrast to his pale complexion. His eyes seem sunken into his skull as her stares at her from the doorway.
"What are you doing here.."
She almost scoffed at her own question.
"I came for you.."
He steps forward into her room, his dark appearance creating a frightening contrast to the light colors in her room.
"What do you want with me?"
Her body inches back until the back of her legs meet the bed.
He steps closer, his dark eyes glancing over her body. She shifts uncomfortably under his gaze.
His body is directly in front of hers, the edge of his jacket brushing her chest.
His deep eyes lock onto her green ones and for a second she forgets it isn't really Stiles in front of her.
His large palm grips her arm almost painfully and she flinches.
"You're going to come with me."
Her eyes widen and she tries to take a step back but the bed stops her. She is trapped.
"Stop..."
She places a hand on his chest and tries to shove his body back.
His eyebrow quirks up and a smirk raises onto his lips,
"Now, now Lydia.. don't fight.."
She rips her arm from his grasp shoving him back with both hands.
He stumbles back and she dives for her phone at the top of her bed. She feels the bed shift with his weight and he's over her in two seconds flat. Her hand brushes her phone before his arm wraps around her waist pulling her back to him. Her nails grasp at the mattress and she screams,
"No! Please! "
His cold palm is over her mouth and he pulls her off the bed and into his body.
She squirms and pulls against him but his grip is firm,
"I told you not to fight.."
His ragged voice stings her ears as tears leak past her eyes.
A sharp pain pulses into her skull and her vision goes black.
The fluorescent lights of the clinic flicker on and buzz as they burst into the exam room. Liam wheezes and black stains his shirt and skin.
Scott lays his body down onto the cold steel table.
Malia walks in quickly followed by Kira who met them at the clinic,
"I still can't get a hold of Lydia. "
Scott tries to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut,
"Well after she left earlier, she did say she was getting a nap.."
Kira stepped up to Liam with wide eyes and gaping mouth.
Malia stares at her phone,
"Yeah like three hours ago.."
Scott runs a hand through his hair,
"Just.. keep trying."
Malia studies his expression before pressing call again and walking out of the room.
Kira looks at the wound before glancing at Scott,
"What happened? "
Scott kept his gaze on Liam absorbing some of his pain,
"Stiles.."
Liam had a sheen of sweat on his face and his lips have paled considerably.
Kira examines the vets worried expression before glancing at Scott again. She knows not to ask too much about it by just looking at Scott's face. He looks so tired and stressed.
The vet turns to his work desk and begins mixing and grabbing jars of herbs.
Scott lifts his head to look at the vet,
"How long will that give him?"
The vet throws a look to Scott before going back to work,
"Three days.. four max."
He turns slipping on latex gloves,
"To start we need to get the bullet out. It will only kill him faster if we don't."
Deaton retrieves the bullet setting it to the side for analysis. He grabs a pinch of the mix of dried plants dusting it into the wound before stitching it closed.
"I'll have to open the wound again when we retrieve the bullet but this should help him hold on longer."
Malia walks in drawing everyone's attention,
"I've called her phone, her house and texted her.. nothing."
Scott looks to Deaton and the vet nods,
"Go.. he'll be ok for now."
Scott nods once gripping Kira's hand,
"Will you stay with him?"
She smiles kissing him sweetly,
"Of course... go."
Scott took two large steps to meet Malia,
"Call me if anything new comes up."
Kira sat on the stool beside the exam table,
"We will. Be careful."
He smiles at his girlfriend before ushering Malia out of the clinic and to Lydia's home.
When they pull up, Scott looks up at her window,
"See? Her light is on."
Malia placed a hand on his shoulder,
"Scott. .."
He looks to where she is pointing to see the front door of the home open.
"No.."
They rush from the vehicle to the door before walking in slowly.
The hinges creak and the room is dark as they enter.
They make it to the staircase without hearing a sound.
"Lydia? "
Nothing.
Scott signals for Malia to follow him as they ascend the stairs.
Scott listened for a heartbeat and found the home dead silent.
They enter the room cautiously.
Scott immediately noticed her phone on the bed and the sheets laying on the floor. A definite sign of a struggle.
Malia interrupted his thoughts,
"Do you smell that? What is it?"
Scott inhales and his shoulders slump,
"Fear.."
Her eyes flutter open and a dull ache in her head makes her groan.
"Ah.. you're awake."
Lydia blinks to adjust her eyes to the dark room she is in. She goes to move her hand to her head but something stops her. Her legs and arms are bound to the chair beneath her.
"W-who's there?"
The sound of heals click on the cement floor and a figure comes into view.
"Kate?"
The woman laughs walking into the moonlight from the window that is high on the wall.
"Hello Lydia. "
Lydia pulled against the restraints before glaring at the woman in front of her,
"What do you want from me?"
The woman steps forward brushing a red lock behind Lydia's ear.
"It's not something that I..want, per se... "
She steps back and walks around Lydia,
"It's to punish him more.."
Lydia looks at Kate with a confused expression.
The woman leans against a table in front of her,
"Stiles.."
Lydia hears a heavy door open and close behind her. Dull footsteps thud towards them. He walks to stand next to Kate, expressionless.
"To make him suffer.."
Lydia's brow lowers as she studies the woman,
"I don't. .."
Kate shakes her head stepping forward blocking Stiles from Lydia. She is almost happy that she does so she doesn't have to see him.
Kate un-holsters the gun at her hip and Lydia leans back into the chair. She keeps the gun pointed down, toying with the barrel.
"Lydia.. You are the one that helped me bring him back. If it weren't for you. None of this would have happened. It worked you know...he was back. But I had other ideas."
Lydia struggled against the restraints avoiding looking at the boy behind kate,
"I know what you did...you used me to get to him. I brought him back and you stole him from me. "
Kate smirks down at her gun tapping the barrel against her own temple.
"You really are smart Lydia. "
The woman wanders behind her allowing her to see the full view of Stiles.
His head is lowered in an almost predatory way. The moonlight from the window lights one half of his face making his features shadowed and his eyes appear black. A chill runs over her spine as he tilts his head slightly studying her.
She feels Kate's breath by her ear before she speaks and she has to resist the urge to pull away.
"Isn't he great? Better than my first try.."
Lydia's eyes drift to the unconscious Chris in the corner of the damp room.
"You know.. After all of you are dead.. I'll release him. leaving him with aaaaall the memories of what he did to the pack. To you.. He will suffer knowing all of his friend 's blood is on his hands. That each of you died because of him. Just like he killed Allison. That's his punishment."
Lydia bit her quivering bottom lip so hard she tasted her own metallic blood.
Kate stood to her full height before walking towards Stiles. She brings a hand up to slide over his left shoulder. Stiles stays still as she drags her hand behind his back and over his neck as she walks behind him. The whole time keeping her eyes locked with Lydia. Her hand slides to his right shoulder as she rounds to be beside him.
"He's quiet handsome huh?"
Lydia clenches her hands into a fist against the shackles.
"Stiles...?"
Stiles turns slowly to look at Kate waiting for her instruction,
"Let's have a little fun hm? "
The woman looks to Lydia as Stiles turns his gaze to her.
Kate backs away from Stiles as he begins his slow walk toward her.
"Stiles.. Stiles please it's Lydia.."
A tear drips from her eye as he draws nearer not seeming to hear her. She see's a glint of silver appear from his waistband and she realizes its a knife.
Her breath halts coming out in shaky bursts as he circles her like a vulture. Suddenly he's behind her , his warm breath across her skin.
She bites back a gasp as he swipes her hair to one side.
His breath ghosts over her skin again and she can't control the shiver of fear that passes over her.
"Stiles..."
He taps the blade against her exposed shoulder, the cool steel making her blood rush in panic.
"I said we would save you for last.. And we will. But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun!"
His voice drips with dry enthusiasm as his fingertips drum on the handle of the knife.
He ghosts the blade above her skin making her shake .
"It's ok to be afraid Lydia.."
Her name on his lips makes her want to cry harder. It sounded so void of the emotion that is usually tied to it.
She squeezes her eyes shut tightly as he slides the blade on her skin. A slight pinch on her shoulder and she feels her warm blood trickle down onto her shirt.
Her eyes flutter open and he is in front of her now with a devilish smirk. He places his hands on the arm rests of the chair and leans closer. His eyes are so empty and dead she is forced to look away.
"Look at me."
Lydia keeps her head down biting her tongue.
His rough fingertips grab her chin and he jerks her face to look into his void eyes.
He wears a smirk that makes her hair stand on end.
Her mouth quivers open and releases a shuttering breath,
"This isn't you.."
Stiles' eyes flicker with something unrecognizable before they are back to their lifeless state.
He backs away from her slightly with a look like he is trying to recall a memory.
A groan echo's across the room and they all turn to see Chris rise to a sitting position. His eyes peel open before he turns to see the girl strapped to the chair,
"Lydia! No.."
His eyes look sad and tired as he struggles against the chains.
Kate walks quickly over to him.
"Nice of you to join us.."
He straightens with a cold expression and spits in her direction.
Kate looks furious before a malicious smile crosses her lips,
"Now Chris.. You must behave "
Lydia see's the curt nod of her head in Chris' direction and Stiles turns abruptly. The blade flies from his hand plunging into the man's leg. Chris screams pulling against his restraints and Lydia's mouth drops open.
Stiles turns back to Lydia as Kate pulls the blade from his leg,
"Next time it goes here.."
She points at the middle of his chest.
The man groans and hisses in pain quietly as Kate turns to Lydia,
"There's another reason I need you here Lydia."
Her glassy green eyes meet Kate's.
"I need confirmation.."
Lydia's voice cracks as she speaks,
"Confirmation of what.."
Kate keeps her eyes trained on Lydia's as she addresses Stiles,
"Time for the next on the list Stiles .."
Stiles straightens looking from Lydia back to Kate.
"Malia Tate.."
*Mason voice * well that was intense.. hope you guys liked this chapter! I am surprised I got this written so fast with all the stuff that's been happening with me.. how are you guys liking the story so far? I've gotten a few suggestions from people that i've been toying with too that we might see in future chapters.. so let me know what you think! More to come soon! 3