ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - Stiles G. x F!OC x M!OC

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Stiles was sitting on a chair, he looked around the room he was in, it looked like a diner room, a very Victorian yet modern-looking diner room, then he noticed all the shadowy figures, they all seemed to be looking at him.

It all felt like deja vu, this, all of this, he had dreamt about it. All the shadowy figures were other vampires, and Lichen sat at the head of the table. So Violet was right, this was a vision.

"So, Stiles, I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I wanted to apologize,"

"No you don't," Stiles cuts the male off, glaring at him. "You and all your bloodsuckers don't feel sorry, you're all murderers,"

Lichen sighs, leaning forward on his seat. "Being a hypocrite doesn't look good on you, Stiles," He tsks with a head shake.

Stiles just rolls his eyes, not answering. He looked around the table, his hand slowly making its way to his pocket.

Lichen hums, taking a sip from his glass cup filled with blood as he looks up at Stiles. "Say Stiles, what would think about Violet and Louis joining my coven?"

Stiles scoffs, glaring at the male. "They'll never join your coven," He sneers.

Lichen just grins, his head slightly tilting. His hand comes up and he snaps his fingers.

Stiles felt his world come crumbling down as he watched Violet and Louis walk into the room, their heads hung low as they stared at the ground. They were in the same attire as everyone else, Violet's hair was in a ponytail while Louis' hair was slicked back.

"No," Stiles breathes, this wasn't them, that's not how they dress. Violet didn't like her hair in ponytails, and Louis never wanted to mess up his curls. "No," He says again.

"What's the matter, Stiles? Don't like what you see?" Lichen says with a grin.

"Violet! Louis!" Stiles shoots up from his hair, but a vampire grabs his shoulder. His hand quickly pulled out the wooden handle in his pocket and turned around, stabbing the vampire in his chest.

He didn't wait as he jumped onto the table, running to Violet and Louis. "Guys!" As he got in front of them, they didn't even look up at him, as if they didn't hear him. "Hey, please answer me," He pleas, tears stinging his eyes.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his ankle and he was being pulled down, turning around he saw another vampire glaring at him. Stiles' leg came up and kicked the person in the head, watching it fall off with ease.

He got up and turned to Lichen, tears falling down his face as he ran towards him. "You bastard!"

Lichen just grins, and in one swift motion, the vampire had Stiles flat on the table. His finger was on the human's throat. "Move again and I'll slit your throat,"

Stiles glares up at him, his eyes filled with anger and tears. "What did you do to them? What did you do?!"

Lichen just chuckles. "Nothing, all they did was join my coven, seems like they didn't care about you anymore,"

Stiles' heart sank, his head shaking. "You're lying, I won't believe you,"

"If you say so, I mean just look at them, they're not even looking at you. Also, don't forget that they ghosted you for a whole month," Lichen spoke, watching Stiles turn his head to look at the two vampires. "Now, since you killed two of my vampires, it's time for you to go back to your room,"

Stiles felt two pairs of hands grab his shoulder and he was being pulled off the table. "Get off me!" He struggled, but he couldn't get out of their hold. He then looks up to see that Violet and Louis are finally looking at him, but their eyes are red and emotionless. "You two are pathetic! Weak! I thought you were different! But you are just like everyone else in my life! Fuck you!" He yells in a fit of rage.

As he was pulled out of the room, Lichen whistled out. "Wow, I forgot how dramatic humans can be,"

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"Fuck!" Stiles yells as the vampire closes his door. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He turns to the dresser and kicks it, watching it crumble to pieces. Everything he did, all the stuff Violet and Louis said to him, just for this to happen.

His hand came up and punched the mirror in his room. "Fuck!" He yells again, spinning around and leaning against the wall. His hand came up and rubbed over his face as he took in shaky breaths. "You're such an idiot, Stiles. So fucking stupid to think you had people, to think that someone cared,"

He scoffs, his eyes open and he looks at the cement wall at the window. Without a thought, he rushes to it. Looking down at his hand, he turns it into a fist before he looks back up. He doesn't hesitate to punch it, using his strength.

But it barely made a dent, he grounded his teeth together as he pulled back and punched it again. He kept on, not stopping, not even when his knuckles started to bleed or when his hand started to hurt. All the anger, all the hate, the sadness, everything just overwhelmed him as he continued to punch.

Tears streamed down his face, his heart beating loudly in his head as he just took his anger out on the wall.

"Fuck!" He delivers one more blow to the wall and falls to his knees, shaky sobs falling past his lips. "Dammit, why me, why does everything happen to me," His body shook as he cried, as he just let everything out.

As he slowly calmed down, that's when the reality of the pain finally came. He groans as he looks down at his hands, the skin on his knuckles is tattered and bloody. "Shit," He grabs his wrist as he looks down at his hand, why would he do that?

Suddenly he felt warmth shoot through his hand, looking down at it, he watched with wide eyes as his skin started to stitch back together. His breath was caught in his throat as he just stared, was this another ability? But he thought he didn't have any more.

As his hand finished healing, he opened it and closed it, not feeling any pain.

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