The last thing that Stiles wanted to do was go to the hospital. He didn't think Malia would want him there. She had made it very clear that she never wanted to see him again. He tried calling Lydia but she was not answering. He reluctantly grabbed his keys, got in the jeep, and drove to Beacon Hills Hospital.
Just when he was walking inside the double glass doors it started raining. The last time he was in the hospital... He couldn't help it; like a switch, memories from that horrible night replayed in his mind.
"Stiles." A voice called out to him.
Stiles was lost in thought; the voice quickly snapped him back to reality. He whipped his head around and saw a dark haired women standing next to him. Her eyes were crystal blue and looked at him curiously. She was overwhelmingly beautiful and he took a moment to look her over before responding.
She was dressed in all black, down to her five inch knee high boots. She was towering over him, and all he could do was wonder how someone like she would know him.
"Im... I'm Stiles." He stuttered.
His breath caught in his throat and he shifted uncomfortably. He looked around the hospital for for a familiar face, but not even Melissa McCall was present. It was just him and the beautiful stranger that knew his name.
"I'm sorry, I've just heard a lot about you." She replied casually, the corners of her mouth forming a smirk.
He reached a hand up and raked it through his messy hair. He had been standing there for so long he almost forgot why he was there in the first place. Being next to this woman only made him feel more uncomfortable.
"How do you know who I am?" He ask, a bit louder and rougher than needed.
The dark haired woman began laughing at him. The sound of her giggling was adorable, and almost made him laugh as well.
"I'm sorry, Stiles. I should have introduced myself. My name is Maria, I believe you know my daughter," She rose her eyebrow up at him and suddenly her expression became serious.
"Malia? You're Malia's mother?" He ask, even though he already knew the answer.
"Yes, Malia is my daughter. It's funny, cause I had this picture of you painted in my head, and now here you are." She said before giggling again.
He was confused at exactly what was so funny, and what Malia had told her about him. He had been so caught up in her beauty, that it didn't register to him the wolf was standing right there before him. If he wouldn't have been so distracted, surely he would have known.
"Where is Maila, and the others?" Stiles ask.
"Malia wants me to tell you that you are not allowed back to visit her. She prefers it this way. Security, and the others know you're not allowed in her room."
Maria's words seemed more like a threat than anything. She stepped closer to Stiles and smiled at him,"Too bad though, cause I think you're cute." She shook her head and began to turn away from him.
Stiles reached out and grabbed onto her arm, pulling Maria back. Her head whipped around and she looked at him angrily. Her face began changing, her forehead crinkled and her blue eyes shined even brighter.
"Let go of me little boy, or I will crush you like an ant in front of all these innocent people." She tried to jerk away from him, but his grasp was too strong. She looked at him and growled loudly.
Although they were surrounded by people and hospital staff, no one really noticed the two standing there.
Maria pushed away from Stiles and her claws sprung from her fingertips. She began mumbling under her breath, in a language unrecognizable. Any other time Stiles would have ran away from such a threat, but even though his knees were shaking, he stood strong.
"You've got some balls kid, standing up to me. I believe you don't know who I am, or what I can do." Maria yelled at him. Her head jerked sporadically allowing him to see her monstrous features. Her lips moved quickly as more foreign language spilled from her mouth.
"I know who you are. La Loba." He muttered.
The lights in the hospital began flickering, signaling a power outage was near. Outside the storm was growing more severe and heavy rain pelted against the metal roof of the hospital. He should have stayed at home.
"So you have heard of me Stiles," Maria said moving closer to him. Her face was back to normal and she raised up to whisper words only he could hear. "You have a dark soul Stiles. You are not much different from me."
He backed away from Maria and looked around the hospital. No one was there to protect him, he was all alone. Stiles couldn't take it anymore. He had always sat back and let people walk all over him. Not today.
He slung Maria against the wall effortlessly. The force he was able to use not only surprised him but the wolf as well. Maria jumped up, her head turned to the side as she tried to figure him out.
"What are you?" She growled at him. Her hands reached out to touch him as she walked closer to him.
"I am nothing. I have always been nothing," The words almost brought tears to his eyes, but he continued, "I don't know why you're here, but Malia was doing just fine without you."
"I have plans for you Stiles. My baby girl told me you broke her heart. She begged me to come back to Beacon Hills. She is seeking revenge on you and your little Banshee friend." Maria laughed and placed both of her hands around Stiles head. Her eyes looked deeply into his and he was frozen in place, unable to look away.
"Stiles, listen to me. You remember how powerful you felt before, how much confidence you had? Don't you want it back?" She ask him. Stiles nodded his head in agreement, still unable to turn away.
"I can give you that power again, don't you want me to?" She ask him. Stiles nodded his head again and Maria smiled.
"Of course you want me to Stiles." The desert wolf began whispering softly in his ear, and Stiles eyes rolled back into his head.
After a few minutes, she released him and Stiles fell to the ground. The lights in the hospital went out, and even though he was almost unconscious, Stiles could hear Lydia's scream echoing throughout the dark hospital.