Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟕

FOR A MINUTE I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS. I had no recollection of what had happened. My mind was blank and my body was numb .. but like I said, only for a minute. The soft sobs that echoed behind me was what coaxed my mind out it's shelter of protection. My head felt heavy as it hung forwards and I struggled to even lift it but a sharp and dull pain shot down the back of my neck and all the way down into my spine.

I could feel my brain pulsating against the walls of my skull and with every throb I winced in constant pain. My pulse ricocheted behind my ear and a tired groan spilled from my lips. I rolled my head to the side, opening my heavy eyes once, twice and then a third time before I could manage to keep them open. The space around me was dark and I found myself facing the wall of a classroom yet my brain couldn't tell me why I was here.

The back of my head rested on something and a bead of sweat rolled slowly down my face yet I'd never felt more cold in my entire life.

"Alex?"

The voice registered in my mind but it took me some seconds before I could comprehend who it was.

"Lydia?"

"Oh, god." She exhaled deeply, her breathing was loud — almost like she was hyperventilating. She was behind me and I realised then that what my head was leaning on was her shoulder.

I started to come to my senses somewhat and I looked down to see my hands were tied to the arms of the chair I was sitting in and a rope was wrapped around my upper body, constricting both Lydia and I to the chairs we'd been tied to. I clenched my fists as panic seeped through my veins and I tried to pull my arms free but I'd never felt weaker in my life.

"You're not going anywhere."

My heart stilled in my chest and out of the corner of my eye, a figure approached me. Miss. Blake walked into my eye line and she stood in front of me, smiling down at me in such a chilling way that it caused a shiver to creep up my spine.

"What are you doing?" I asked her hoarsely, my voice sounded scratchy and my throat felt like sandpaper.

"What's necessary." She replied, "You're like my insurance policy, if you will."

My brows furrowed weakly, "Insurance policy?"

"A lot of people want me dead, Alex, almost all of those people would do anything to save you." She said to me, crouching down in front of me, "You're my pass to staying alive because I'm the only one who can save you from dying."

My blood ran cold as my jaw slackened. For a minute I didn't think I was hearing her properly but her facial expression didn't change, her heart didn't skip a beat. She was completely composed and she was telling me the truth.

"Dying?" I squeaked out.

She gave me a smile as she patted my knee, "I honestly thought the mistletoe would've affected you before now but all it did was slow down your healing process."

"That was you?" I asked her, "How?"

"You left your water bottle in my class." She replied, "At first I couldn't believe my luck. I'd been trying to figure out ways to get mistletoe into your system for days but there you went and handed me the answer. I took it and laced the inside in mistletoe before putting some into the water filter. It mixed with your water for weeks, poisoning you with every sip."

"Oh, my, god." I mumbled tearfully.

"Now, your immune system is strong." She chuckled, "Your body has built quite a wall when it comes to poisonous and harmful toxins. I expect it's from years upon years of wolfsbane being injected into you, preventing you from shifting, but it made my life ten times harder. Not to worry though, the amount of mistletoe I've just injected into your body will kill you before the sun comes up."