- Long Past Strangers - A Superwolf Fanfic

Machla - 1

Stiles POV-

'Did we take her down?' I hear a thud and a muffled scream behind me. I look around and see a dead body cut in half with a younger version of me and Scott 'The good old days, the body that started everything' I feel my lip curve into a smile, then everything turns white, then I see an image of Allison and Scott, he was handing her a pen on her first day. 'I killed her...' the little thought that I had killed her is still haunting me. Pathetic am I, right? Then everything goes black until I hear a voice, it's like a stereotypical southern accent, a bit breathy, but laced with venom nonetheless. "I see how you weep, let me heal you my child" the voice sounded so sweet yet so hateful at the same time, I wanted to trust the sweet voice, but the hatred in the voice kept me on guard "My ch-" "Don't call me that Machla" she chuckled "So you remember, don't you lover boy?" I sighed and said, "What do you want!?" "You! I've been following you for a while Lover boy~ And must I say, you intrigue me. Now I know what you're going to say, but just remember you were the one that made the deal in the first place lover boy..."  then I saw a picture of me in front of blue fire, and a woman who was holding her hand out. The woman had black hair, paper white skin, black eyeshadow, a black skin-tight dress, and a pair of sunglasses. Me and her were making a deal, the deal to bring my dad back to life but he never came back. "You promised me anything besides your friends, correct?"  "And you promised my dad!" I yelled at her "Oh! He's alive, not in Beacon Hills, but he's alive nonetheless" my eyes go wide "What...?" "Enough of that nonsense, I know what I want now!" I sighed knowing I can't say no to what she wants now "What do you want?" "You!" then I open my eyes and see a man in front of me, he has green eyes with some hazel in them, brown hair, and he's wearing a leather jacket. "Kid are you okay?" the man asks, in response I nod, he smiles and says "My name is Sam Winchester, what is your name?" he asks in a kind voice, I couldn't tell if he was Machla in disguise, so I just answered with my name, nothing else "Mieczyslaw" his turned confused and he asked "Any nicknames?" I sighed and said "Stiles" at least I know that he's not Machla "Your pretty calm for a kid who was kidnapped. Also, I know this is a weird question, but do you know a Machla"