His Enchantress | Void & Stiles

𝟏. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

━━━━･❪ ↯ ❫ ･━━━━

HE WAS in a house from what he could tell. It was small with one floor, old grey flower wallpaper, wooden floorboards, and fraying furniture with the lights all shutoff, making the atmosphere seem creepier than it already was.

Littered about the house were pictures of a family, two parents, one little girl, and a baby boy.

Stiles grasped one of them in his hand, it seemed like the picture-perfect family, how wrong he was.

The lights suddenly flickered and a door slammed shut, causing Stiles to place the picture back down before cautiously making his way further into the house.

"Hello?" He quietly called but received no answer. He took a deep shaky breath and licked his lips, "is there someone else here?"

The lights flickered again, but this time a shadow stood at the end of the hall.

Stiles stopped and stared at it with wide eyes. "Who are you? Where am I?"

The lights flickered again and the shadow disappeared.

Stiles took a step back. His eyes filled with tears for reasons unknown to him other than fear, "Hey! Where am I?"

The lights suddenly burned brightly making him shield his eyes before they all erupted, glass flying everywhere cutting his arms a bit.

Stiles let out a yelp and turned back to the door to leave yet was stopped short. The shadow stood in front of the door, head tilted blocking his path.

He exhaled shaky breaths and muttered to himself, "This is a dream, wake up stiles." He repeated it quietly to himself, backing away as the shadow stalked towards him.

"Please, I- I don't..." Stiles hit a wall and stopped, the shadow stalked up to him and stopped in front of him. The sound of its scratchy breathing and Stiles's low whimpering was the only thing echoing through the house.

Then the shadow slowly backed away, giving Stiles the chance to slide from the wall and back further into the house.

Until a loud humming sound vibrated throughout his head making him wince and he was about to cover his ears when a deep eerie whisper was heard.

Void.

The shadow suddenly turned into black smoke and shot into Stiles's mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, his spine slowly bending so far back that it almost snapped, and his body shook as if he was having a seizure.

And just as his back was going to snap, he fell backward onto soft grassy moss and took a long deep breath, now able to breathe again, he rolled over coughing roughly.

Once he was able to breathe properly and he attempted to spit out whatever the hell that thing was, he lifted his head to observe where he was.

Unlike the dark eerie house that he was in with the shadow, this place was bright. The sun shined down on him, warming his once cold body, a long field of grass with colorful flowers and glowing sky-blue butterflies flying around him.