Shadows // Stiles Stilinski x Male OC

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Alex and I sat on the couch in my house, his distress palpable. I felt helpless, wanting desperately to ease his pain. Amma came from the kitchen, carrying a cup of tea. She offered it to Alex, gently brushing his hair in a comforting, motherly gesture.

"It's over. There is no more," she said softly, then picked up the locket and opened it. "It's served its purpose," she continued, her gaze fixed on the locket.

The door suddenly opened, and Mr. Ravenwood rushed inside. "Alex?" he exclaimed, pulling him into a hug.

"What's going on, Macon?" Alex asked urgently. "Why did we have that vision? What is happening to me?

Macon sat down, his gaze fixed on Alex, and began to recount the dark history. "The curse began with your great-great-great grandmother, Genevieve Katherine Duchannes. She dared to fall in love with a mortal," Macon paused briefly, glancing at me before continuing, "your ancestor, Mieczyslaw Carter Stilinki. In 1864, he returned to her during the chaos of the battle of Honey Hill, only to be killed by Union soldiers while they pillaged Greenbrier."

He looked back at both of us, his expression grave. "In her madness and grief, Genevieve resorted to a forbidden spell—a spell that defied the laws of life and death, to bring him back. But no Caster may reverse death without consequence. She lost her soul that day, consumed by darkness forever. Yet, the spell did work," Macon explained solemnly.

Alex squeezed my hand for comfort as Macon's words sank in. "A spell that left a curse?" Alex questioned his uncle, seeking to understand.

"No Caster should wield such power. It corrupts beyond measure," Ravenwood affirmed.

"If the spell worked and Genevieve loved him, why did she kill him?" I interjected, grappling with the dark tale.

"In that kind of darkness, there's no room for love, only the hunger for power," Amma answered sadly.

"Everything has a price," Ravenwood concluded, his voice heavy with the weight of centuries-old consequences.

Alex got up suddenly and began to pace around the room, his emotions swirling. "You told me my mother was dead. You lied to me. Why? Why?" he yelled at his uncle, his voice strained with anger and confusion.

"Alex, our words, our language..." Amma began softly " Cannot explain all that there is. here are other ways someone can die to us"

"No, I'll tell him," Ravenwood interjected firmly. "Your mother, Sarafine, is the most powerful Dark Caster among us. She lives in the darkness, in the shadows. If she does appear, it's under a guise. She has no love for you. That's what I was trying to protect you from."

The weight of Ravenwood's revelation hung heavily in the air as Alex absorbed the truth about his mother, grappling with the realization that she was not only alive but a figure of great darkness and danger.

"I'm gonna be claimed for the Dark, no matter what?" Alex asked, his voice strained with emotion.

"No, not necessarily," Ravenwood replied, rising from his chair and approaching Alex with a solemn expression. "I know your true nature, it's strong. Sarafine recognizes it too. She knows that without the curse, your true nature would claim you for the Light. And I believe the curse can be broken. But you need to have a will that's so strong you control your own nature."

"That's what I told him," I interjected, trying to support Alex in this difficult moment.

"First thing you do, get rid of him," Macon interjected, pointing at me sharply.

I stood there, feeling the weight of their words pressing down on me. The ultimatum hung in the air, a stark reminder of the perilous path we now faced. I felt the room tighten around me with each tense word spoken. Alex seemed torn between his uncle's stern warnings and our own shared feelings. I stepped forward, trying to intercede, to reason with Ravenwood and defend our bond, but Macon's words sliced through the air like a blade.

"Wait, what?" I blurted out, confusion and hurt echoing in my voice.

"Sarafine's using you," Amma said solemnly, her gaze fixed on me. My heart sank at her words.

"That's not true!" I protested, stepping between Alex and his uncle. "No, listen to me—"

"Stiles, Macon's right," Amma interrupted firmly.

"If you're to break this curse, you have to control your emotions. And loving this boy puts you in terrible danger!"

I couldn't comprehend the severity of what they were implying. "How could you know? You never loved anyone. You despise mortals. You never even had a friend, even in our world. How could you know?" Alex's voice trembled with emotion as he confronted his uncle.

Ravenwood fell silent, his gaze dropping to the ground. When he finally spoke, his voice carried the weight of centuries-old regret. "I know that no good can come from us loving a mortal," he admitted quietly.

"Alex, listen to me. There's gotta be a way,another way to break the curse." I say pleading I felt a surge of frustration and fear. I tried desperately to find another way, to plead our case, but Ravenwood's anger flared. Before I could react, I found myself forcefully thrown against the wall. Pain shot through me, but I gritted my teeth and struggled to stand, supported by Amma's firm grip.

"Don't even think that, young man! No! You'll get the both of you killed," Ravenwood warned sharply, his eyes ablaze with intensity.

"You have to get out of his life. Do you hear me? Alex, say your goodbyes," Ravenwood demanded, his tone final and resolute.

I looked at Alex, seeing the conflict etched deeply into his face. It was a moment of reckoning, where our love and Alex's destiny hung in precarious balance.