black blood [ stiles stilinski x reader ]

FOURTY-ONE

"How did this happen?" he sniffed, lifting me so he was clutching me, "Oh God I'm so stupid, I should've read your letter earlier."

I smiled at him silently.

"Hey, Deaton is on his way right now, you just have to stay awake for me okay?" he pressed, tears swelling in his eyes. 

"Stiles, it's okay-"

"NO IT'S NOT-" he looked closer and saw my wounds. I had these two deep holes in the crook of my neck, the blood stopped spilling, but the black blood was drying up. We weren't worried about that. He glanced down at the stake right in my chest. 

"Stiles," I breathed, but it was painful, "it hit my heart, there's nothing you can do."

He sobbed, clutching me tighter, "no (y/n) I'm not giving up like this. There must be something we can do-"

"I knew this day would come... sooner or later," I half smiled. 

"(y/n) please don't think you're going to die please. I can't do this without you."

I cupped his cheek, looking at him softly. Under the star lit sky, he looked beautiful. Broken, but beautiful. 

"I lived a thousand years Stiles, you still have your whole life ahead of you-"

"My life will mean nothing without you," he cried. It was heartbreaking to see him like that. I hissed as the oak made its way deeper into my mind. 

"I won't make it Stiles," I breathed. And I think he finally accepted it. 

He looked at me and his expression changed, 

"What is it?" I huffed, out of breath.

"Your blood," he pointed to the blood in my mouth. I could feel its metallic taste.

"Your blood's red."

I sighed. Then I was truly gone then. There was no chance of saving me. 

I gripped him with the force I had left. Kissing him one last, bittersweet, time. 

His tears wet my face, as he wailed, 

"There are so many things I'd do for just one more night with you," I panted, a pained smile on my face. 

"Then stay," he begged, "please don't leave me."

I chuckled, coughing up blood. Stiles was right. My blood turned red. 

"It hurts Stiles," I said, my eyes dropping.

"I know it hurts but you need to just keep your eyes on me and breathe, okay?"

I shook my head. It was time.

"Youll be alright without me Stiles," I assured, "you've lived without me before, you can do it again."

He smiled, "as long as we are under the same stars, I'll be alright."

I looked up at him, tears forming in my eyes, and throat on fire.

"You'll always be my star (y/n), the brightest and biggest one in the universe."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw them. Sabina and Allison. They were waiting for me.

"She came to pick me up Stiles, I'll be alright," I said, comforting him.

"Who is?" he asked, looking around. 

"Allison," I whispered. 

He held me close, kissing me all across the face, and tucked the loose strand of hair behind my ear. 

"Stiles," I pushed myself to say, "I love you."

He cried harder, shaking me, "I love you (y/n) so please stay alive for me."

"You have to let me go Stiles," I said barely audible. 

"I love you," we said at the same time. 

I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of my heartbeat. It slowed until there was no more beating. 

The last image I saw was Stiles grabbing the chair at the restaurant and told me to scoot over since I was alone. 

I was maybe alone. 

But I didn't die alone. 

I died in the arms of my true love. 

"Are you ready?" asked a soft female voice. I opened my eyes and saw Allison hovering above me. She helped me up and I looked down at my body. Nothing, not even a scratch. I looked around and saw that we were still in the woods. I saw Stiles, clutching onto my body, breaking down, trying to push the idea away that I was gone. 

Scott, Deaton and the rest came too late, having to only comfort Stiles. I went over to him, and gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

On the other side of the realm the wind blew and Stiles stopped sobbing, feeling the soft breeze on his face. He smiled before lifting my body up. 

"I love you," I whispered, as I watched him go.

"I love you too," I swore I heard.