Forever (Death, part two)

After the run in with ‘Stiles’, you had started talking to Scott, Lydia, and the others more in school. You became good friends with them over the three months, especially as they grieved the loss of Stiles.

Over the three months, you became extremely paranoid over what the other Stiles would do if and when he returned. He made you feel fear. You tried to imagine just how that day would end up. Every scenario you tried to fathom together ended with a lot of people dying and yourself.

The paranoia set in halfway into the first month. Everything in your room was locked, you locked every window in the house and when your parents went to bed or were both home, every door was locked.

Tonight is the first night that you had been left alone in the house and you had barricaded yourself in your room.

You had been alone for an hour and a half when the banging on the front door started. You finally heard the voices in the undertone of the banging; it was Scott and the others.

You walked downstairs and looked through the peephole, making sure it was them.

You unlocked the door and they rushed in, Scott catching your waist as he passed and pulled you with him.

"What are you-"

"You’ve met the nogistune haven’t you?" Scott asked as he sat you on the couch.

"The what?" You ask, the terminology not ringing up in your mind.

"Bad Stiles." Malia said, her back was turned to you and was looking out the window.

"Uh, yeah. About three months ago." You say looking around noticing that everyone was tense (and slightly scuffed up) and looking out a window.

"What’s going on?" You ask, the unsettling of your stomach made you shift.

"He’s back and coming after you." Lydia said as she sat beside you.

Goosebumps rose on your skin and Scott placed a comforting hand on your knee.

"That, we don’t know."

"What did he say to you when you last saw him." Kira asked, turning from the window.

"He said I was different and he liked me… Said he would be back."

It became silent and you turned to Scott, “Has anyone been hurt yet?”

Scott shook his head, “I don’t think so,” he pulled you into a hug, “but you will be okay.”

It was only silent for a second, “That’s sweet, but do you mind taking your paws off my girl?” There Stiles stood, darker and more sinister looking than last time. He looked nothing like Stiles anymore. His hair and eyes were darker, his skin paler. He was surrounded by men in mask.

Scott quickly snatched you up and Malia got you from him, “Leave. You’ve done enough.” Scott’s eyes glowed a red color and his hair grew out around his face.

Malia gave a comforting squeeze and you focused on the real problem.

"Listen, all of you are going to die." Stiles starts off, pacing behind the couch, "There’s no mistake in that. However, it will fast and painless if you just pass over what I want."

"We aren’t dying and you’re not taking, Y/N." Scott lunged at him and Stiles was replaced with one of the men in masks.

Soon, everyone clashed. That older guy that came with Scott, Derek (you guess) was busy with Stiles. Lydia began rushing you to your room.

Down the hallway, Stiles was there, waiting. Your thoughts went to Derek, is he fighting someone else? Or is he dead?

Stiles started chuckling, “Ah, there’s that fear I wanted to see.” He was inching towards you. Lydia grabbed you and turned but Stiles was already there, hitting her and knocking her out. “They should know by now that there’s no fighting off what I want.”

You kept backing, you looked past him, everyone was still alive.

"You like bets and deals, right?" You say quickly, he was right in front of you now.

He reached out and grabbed your body and pulled you to his body. “I do.” He grinned, his hands holding you greedily, “How about a deal, I go with you. No questions asked and you let them live and leave them alone. Forever.”

He grinned, “I get you either way, I’d prefer them dead so they don’t think about taking you.”

"They won’t. I won’t go with them. Please, Stiles."

His hands traveled down your back to your butt, “Y/N, no!” Scott yelled, finally free.

Stiles’ became darker, “Everyone but Scott.” With that he pushed you hard enough for you to fall but gently enough for you not to get hurt.

"You can’t get off so easily, Scott. That’s my girl." With that he was in front of Scott and he punched Scott in the face, sending him back some.

"She’s mine." Stiles went to attack again when you got up.

"Stop!" You yell loudly, causing Stiles and Scott to freeze.

"I will go with you willingly and stay with you for as long as you want. Forever if that’s what you want. I won’t ever try to leave and I will do whatever you want me to do. Just please, don’t kill them." You say walking towards Stiles.

Stiles punched Scott in the throat, knocking Scott to the ground and out.

He turned to you and you were in front of him. You grabbed his leather jacket and pulled him down and into a deep kiss, his hands greedily touching you.

With that, you were somewhere else with Stiles.

"Forever, huh?" With that, he grinned.