Sterek: Abandoned Stiles

Chapter Twenty

As they got closer, Derek and Laura could finally hear two voices. One was Stiles, and the other had to be the witch and hear three heartbeats. The siblings gave each other a look before Laura took the lead, being the Alpha.

Unaware they got close-too close for his liking, to be honest-Stiles still tried to talk at least Boyd out of here, using every reason he could think of getting the other boy out of there. To Safety. To his new Pack. To Laura and Derek. The witch wouldn't budge nor give in, though, still claiming he was a spark. Whatever The hell that was. Whatever it meant. He had no idea, worrying about Derek, Laura, his Dad, and Boyd equally instead, not wanting something to happen to them. If he could "get free*, maybe he could help then...

The witch stood and waited for the people trying to rescue the beta and spark. She watched for them to come around the corner and thought of what spell she could use first on them.

As Derek and the others came around the corner, they stopped in their tracks when they saw what was in from of them. Derek felt his stomach drop seeing his mate shackled up against the wall. All he wanted to do was to run forward and save his mate, but he knew better.

Which was probably good thinking of him, given the circumstances. Boyd still was out cold, didn't move. Not even stir. The witch, however, stood between them and the arrivals, small, dangerous flames around her. "So you came? Even though...this clueless, naive spark here said you wouldn't. How foolish. It's your death sentence..." She stated, allowing the flames to circle her. Then they changed shape, started to attack them. To attack Derek and Laura. and his Dad. "Don't...please, leave them...alone..." He pleaded, desperate. Fearful.

Seeing his mate chained up on the wall made Derek see red; he finally let his wolf take control at this point, allowing his beta shift to take over. But before he could rush forward to attack, Scott and his pack ran ahead of him. With Scott jumping at the witch first, but unfortunately for him, the witch stuck out with her flames simultaneously.

Which was either idiotic or stupid. Maybe both, in all honesty. He was doing that without any real plan, as usual. Seeing that, however, made, even though he was not on good terms with anyone from the pack, something in Stiles snap. Was he losing control or gaining it? Either way, he found himself suddenly free from the chains (however that had been possible) rushed forward. Ran. Reached her, the attack in time. Caught in just the last second, flames injuring significant parts of his skin. The pain was unbearable; he couldn't even scream. Too hot.

Scott ignored what Stiles did before rushing back into the fight, not seeing his so-called best friend take the hit for him. But he didn't get to do much before he was suddenly engulfed in flames; not even his healing could help him here. All he could do was let out a roar before he was tossed into the nearest wall, passing out before making contact.

Without anyone noticing, because they were too busy trying to take out the threat in front of them, Scott took his last breath. The flames' damage was too much for his body to handle; not even his werewolf healing could do anything.

After seeing Stiles get burned badly, Derek ran to his mate, letting his sister and the betas take over for him. As soon as he got close, he gently reached out and started to take as much of the pain away as he could. "Stiles...Stiles, please speak to me..." He whispered with tears in his eyes.

Sherriff made very sure to give her a Hand in that with his gun, entirely on Hers and Derek's side, His loyalty with them. And with his son, obviously too. The said boy just laid there; skin Burned badly. Severe. His eyes closed, breath was heavy. Just a low, painfilled moan was escaping his lips as he tried to react to Derek's words, fingers twitching slightly. He didn't speak, though, remained unmoving. Didn't react. It just hurts. So, so Bad. More than everything else.

Derek just watched his mate for a minute before realizing he would have to make a decision; Stiles was going to have to be turned for him to survive this. He placed his hand in his mate's, taking more of his pain away. "Stiles... Please answer me as well as you can. We will need to turn you for you to make it, squeeze my hand if you are okay with that, or make any noise to let me know you are okay with this." Derek asks his mate.

While in the background, Laura lands the final blow, killing the witch. She was a little ruffed up, but she was healing. And the Sheriff had a few burn marks on his clothes, but no damage was on his person. Erica and Issac were in about the same state as Laura, just burned and bruised.

Turn him? Make him a wolf? Words, a suggestion that only reached his mind very, very slowly. The pain. To breathe alone felt as if his lungs were on fire, every nerve in alarms' state. Be a wolf. Like Derek. Laura. Superstrong, supernatural hearing. Healing. Could that work, though? With what he was? It was so bad; he couldn't even remember that. But if this awful pain would stop, then...his fingers twitched again weakly, in response. He was trying to answer. To react.

Feeling the small response was enough for Derek, he turned to his sister, who was making her way to them. "Laura! You need to give him the bite; he won't survive without it." He tells her. Laura looks from her brother to his mate, feeling what Derek meant. "Okay," She says before making her way to Stiles's other side, knowing that her brother needed to be close. She leans down and gently takes the teen's arm into her hands; she shifts into her beta form before bitting down into his forearm. Once she feels the bite take, she pulls away. There was no way the bite wouldn't take; that's why she did it; Stiles was meant to be a wolf since he was the mate to one.

While this happened, the Sheriff removed the cuffs from Boyd; once he had them off, the teen started to wake up finally. He helped the teen up to walk them over to Stiles; he needed to check on his son.

Once it was over, bother Erica and Issac ran to their alpha. There they discovered what had happened to him; they sat and mourned for him.