Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

The Overlooked

*Author's Note: Hi guys! This is a long chapter, so hopefully it all makes sense! Happy reading!!

When I woke up, I sat up and immediately leaned over to the side, throwing up black fluid and mistletoe. I coughed several times, catching my breath. I attempted to stand up, using a nearby wall for support, but my legs started to shake and I fell.  Thankfully, someone was there to catch me. I looked up to see Stiles. I was about to speak when he put his pointer finger to his lips, signaling for me to be quiet.

"Where's your dad?" I whispered urgently.

"She...she took him," he replied sadly.

"No. No, no, no, no,no," I said, tears stinging my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Stiles. We'll find him, right?"

"That's what we are about to find out."

That's when I realized we were in Derek's loft, Scott quietly wlaking over to us.

"She's here," he told us.

I heard the echoed steps of heels enter the room and a familiar voice cry out, "Derek? Derek, where are you?"

"Right here," he replied.

"Thank goodness!" There was a pause. "Something happened at the recital, at the school, okay? I need to tell you before you hear it, before you hear it from any of them."

"From who?"

"Scott, Stiles..." she listed. "They're gonna tell you things- things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me?"

"What is it?"

"Promise you'll listen to me."

"I promise."

There was a moment of silence.

"They're already here, aren't they?" Ms. Blake stated.

Stiles signaled for me to wait while he and Scott walked out to confront her. I continued to listen intently.

"So, they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?" she said.

"We told him you're the one killing people," Scott corrected.

Ms. Blake scoffed. "Oh, that's right. Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour- that way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. Makes perfect sense."

"Where's my dad?" Stiles asked tearfully.

"How should I know? Derek, tell me you don't believe this?"

"Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?" He asked her.

"No!" she exclaimed hysterically.

"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia," Scott said.

"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that!"

"What do you know?" Derek challenged.

"I know that these boys, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story. And one they can't prove, by the way."

I was tired of her lies and tired of waiting. So, I slowly walked out of hiding, looking straight at Ms. Blake. her face flashed a look of surprise.

"Surprised to see me?" I asked weakly.

"And what if we can prove it?" Scott said, holding a container full of white powder.

"What is that?"she asked cautiously.

"My boss told me it's a poison and a cure..." Scott siad. "Which means you can use it, and it can be used against you."

"Mistletoe?" she exclaimed as Scott threw the powder at her. I watched as she changed back and forth between her human and Darach form. Derek angrily approached her, lifting her into the air by the throat.