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Author's Note: Hi everyone! Welcome back! Apologies for my break going from two weeks to almost three. Truthfully, I'm struggling to write a bit, but I feel like I'm much more intentional with what I'm writing for Season 3B of Teen Wolf and I'm SO excited for you to read it. This is a super short filler chapter just to kind of move things along, and then I will post another update on Tuesday or Wednesday this week! Hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER 11
Lyanna sat in front of her fireplace, having had to build it by hand since she could no longer do it with magic. She barely even noticed as Stiles grabbed book after book off of the shelves and desperately searched through the pages.
"There's gotta be something. Something that can fix this," Stiles muttered desperately before slamming another grimoire down on the floor. Lyanna didn't even flinch, just continued to stare numbly into the fire. Stiles paused and looked at her, focusing on her blank expression.
"Hey, everything is going to be fine. We'll fix this, I promise," Stiles said while dropping down onto the rug beside her and grabbing her hands. She just turned to him with a sad smile.
"There's no fixing this Stiles. I'm dead."
"No. No, okay, this is not happening. What can we do? Can we call someone? Maybe...maybe Damon?"
Lyanna froze at that, her eyes hardening as she pulled her hands from his.
"There's nothing that he can do, Stiles. I can either feed and complete the transition or I can die for good. That's it," she explained, abruptly getting up and beginning to pace around the room.
"Wait, hang on. Feed? What the hell does that mean?" Stiles asked quickly.
"Drink human blood, Stiles. I'd be doing that for the rest of my life," Lyanna said numbly. They were quiet for a moment as Lyanna continued to pace, running her hands through her long hair anxiously. Stiles got up, stepping in the path she was creating across the rug and grabbing her hands again.
"Hey, so you have to drink human blood. So what? It's not like you need to kill people to do that, right?" Stiles asked hopefully.
"No, but it's difficult. Really difficult," Lyanna explained, gripping his hands desperately.
He was quiet for a moment before pulling her close and leading her to the couch.
"Tell me what I can do," Stiles demanded. She just watched him silently for a moment, then pulled her hands from his again and moved as far away from him as the couch would allow.
"You can let me go," she said softly, refusing to make eye contact with him. Stiles' brows furrowed in confusion and he tried to move closer to him, but her shaking hand stopped him.
"What are you talking about?"
Lyanna shut her eyes as tightly as she could, trying hard not to cry.
"I can't do it, Stiles. I won't complete the transition. And you can't be here when that happens."
There was silence and after a while, she braved a glance up to see Stiles staring into the fire blankly, much like she had been.
"I'm calling Scott," he said before getting up and walking out the front door. As Stiles stepped into the cool night air, he glanced behind him to make sure that Lyanna wasn't watching. He froze when he saw her head in her hands and her shoulders shaking. She was crying. Stiles reached for the door handle to go back in, to find some way to comfort her, but his hand paused before touching the handle. He needed to fix this first. He turned back to the phone in his hand, Lyanna's phone, and searched for Damon's number, dialing it without a second thought.
"I thought you weren't speaking to me," a voice on the other side of the line said.
Stiles paused at the irritated voice at the other end before taking a deep breath.
"Damon Salvatore?"
There was a pause on the other end.
"Who the hell is this?"
"My name is Stiles. I need your help. Lyanna needs your help," Stiles said firmly.
Lyanna lay on the couch in her living room, not knowing what time it was. She knew that the sun had risen, having nearly screamed in frustration at the piercing light before ripping the blinds shut and collapsing next to the extinguished fire. Stiles had left a few hours ago, no doubt to fill in Scott on her decision. At one point in the early morning, Lyanna had torn through all of the food in her house, leaving cartons and empty jars strewn across the usually immaculate countertops.
She had no idea how much time had passed before she heard the door open and then slam shut. She jumped and grabbed her head in pain, the sharp slam of the door piercing the numb feeling inside her.
"Well, you look like you've had a hell of a time without me," a voice said coolly. Lyanna spun around immediately, glaring at the intruder.
Damon just smirked back at her while dropping the half eaten bag of chips that he had been inspecting back on the counter.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she practically groaned while nestling back into her blankets and staring blankly at the wall.
"Well your cute little boyfriend gave me a call. I guess he hoped you'd listen to me. Joke's on him, you don't listen to anyone, especially me," Damon said while stepping into the dark living room and taking a seat on the armchair next to her.
"He's not my boyfriend," Lyanna muttered grumpily without looking at him.
"Whatever you say. Now are you going to tell me what happened or not?"
Lyanna was quiet for a moment before she abruptly sat up and stared into his sharp blue eyes.
"Have you spoken to Stefan lately?"
Her question was met with silence and a confused stare.
"What are you talking about?" he asked after a moment.
"Did Klaus compel him? Or did he choose to kill me so that you could keep Elena alive again?"
"What the hell are you talking about Lyanna?" Damon replied.
"He killed me, Damon. In front of Stiles. What sort of witty comeback do you have for that?" Lyanna said bitterly.
Damon stood up and paced around the room, much like Lyanna had done the night before. Then he turned back to her.
"Stefan made a deal with Klaus. In exchange for his blood, he'd go with him, become a ripper again," Damon explained. Lyanna's brows furrowed at this.
"So he flipped the switch? And why did he need his blood?" she asked.
"What switch?" a voice asked from the door. Lyanna and Damon turned to find Stiles standing in the open doorway, a look of confusion on his face. She looked at him sadly before answering.
"A humanity switch. Every vampire has one. It turns off all of your emotions, makes things easier. Which is why I'm not turning," she explained adamantly.
"Yeah, about that. You dying is not an option," Damon said while crouching in front of her.
"It was for Stefan," Lyanna responded with a raised brow.
"Not for me. Now be a good little ex-witch and drink this. Save us all the trouble of having to plan a funeral," Damon said sarcastically while holding out a blood bag. Lyanna glared at him in response before turning back to the empty fireplace.
"Please Lye, just do it. We'll deal with whatever happens together. You'll be fine," another voice chimed in, and she turned to find Scott next to Stiles.
"You don't get it Scott, this isn't like being a werewolf. I would literally be a walking corpse. Every day I would have to live with the urge to rip people's heads off. Every day, I would have to live with the fact that I'm not a witch anymore," Lyanna explained.
"But at least you would live," Scott added, pleading with his eyes. She stared at him a moment, wondering why she wanted to listen to the boy.
The truth was, she didn't want to die. She wanted to live and be with her friends, to finish high school, to live her life. She turned to Damon and he looked at her hopefully. Lyanna didn't feel the same pang of emotion that she used to when she saw that look in his light blue eyes.
"Fine, I'll do it."
Damon gave her a small, relieved smile before going to her kitchen and searching the cupboards for a glass.
"Aha, I knew you learned something from me," Damon said jokingly as he pulled out several glasses and a bottle of bourbon. Lyanna threw him an exasperated look before accepting the glass with a sip of blood in it.
She looked down at the thick, red liquid apprehensively, then at the people staring at her expectantly.
"I need the room," Lyanna muttered before turning to look back at the contents of the glass. Everyone started to shuffle out without a word.
"Stiles?"
Stiles paused at the door and looked back at the girl he had come to love without even realizing it.
"Can you stay?" she asked quietly. Stiles looked back at Scott, who nodded in encouragement from the front porch, and shut the door quietly before coming and sitting across from her.
Lyanna's hands were shaking and she refused to meet his gaze. He reached out slowly and wrapped his hands around hers to steady them. She looked up at him and gave an exhausted but thankful smile.
"What do you think? Am I making the right decision?" she asked.
Stiles thought for a moment before answering.
"The selfish part of me wants to say yes, because that means that I don't lose you forever… But there's no right answer. On the one hand, you'll lose a part of yourself that you can never get back. On the other hand, you're strong. You can make it through anything, I know it," Stiles explained. Lyanna nodded at that.
"Lye I… I feel like I need to say this now before it's too late. I tried to tell you yesterday but then I couldn't because, well because you died. I just… You have to know that I-." Lyanna stopped him by putting her hand to his mouth. She knew what he wanted to say because she had been thinking the same thing yesterday.
"You can't. I can't. If I'm going to do this Stiles, then I will be a danger to you and anyone who's near me," she started.
"I'm pretty sure I can handle myself. I mean I have a very trusty baseball bat in my Jeep," Stiles interrupted and Lyanna shook her head in amusement.
"You would need something better than a baseball bat to take me out, Stiles," she said with a sad smile.
"I would need more than a baseball bat to take you out now. So you see, it really won't be that different," Stiles said with a cheeky smile. Lyanna set the glass aside and grabbed his hands with another smile.
"I know how you feel, and I hope you know that you are the most important person to me. That's why I can't risk being with you. You have to let me go either way, Stiles. Besides, while you get to grow old and live your life, I'm going to be stuck here, 17 for the rest of my life."
The grin dropped from Stiles' face and he looked at their hands between them sadly.
"I need some time," Lyanna finished. Stiles just nodded before looking up and plastering a strong expression on his face, grabbing the glass from beside her and handing it to her.
"Bottoms up," he said solemnly while she hesitantly took it.
She held her glass out in a mock cheer and downed the dark liquid like a shot, already feeling her eyes turning a deep red and fangs growing in her mouth.
She was a vampire.