𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 | Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 16

Sylvia found herself in the attic again. Every Sunday morning, she was drawn back there, initially for the book and now to see if there was anything else in the box. Today, she discovered something more dangerous than she had expected: twin daggers. They were pretty old, not as ancient as the book, but they looked lethal. She carefully wrapped the daggers in an old scarf of hers and placed them in the far corner of the desk, away from her reach. She still had a lot to learn about the Voronov, but after the events in the school hallway, she just wanted a day off from it all.

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After breakfast with her parents, they informed her they were going out for a date. Throughout the conversation, her mother blushed slightly, hinting at something not entirely PG-rated. Sylvia's parents were deeply in love, always touching and showing affection like the couples in romance novels. She admired their relationship but couldn't help feeling a pang of loneliness.

That evening, as she worked on a chemistry assignment, the doorbell rang. Sylvia opened the door to find Stiles standing there with a bag of her favorite chips and ice cream. She hesitated, showing no sign of letting him in.

"Sorry?" Stiles offered with a sheepish smile.

"Go away," Sylvia replied, turning back inside.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to snap at you, and I promise I won't do it again," Stiles said earnestly. "And I came with bribes and I will watch the Spider-Man trilogy with you for the 100th time as a form of groveling." He looked so forlorn that she couldn't resist. Those puppy eyes always got to her. She sighed and opened the door wider.

Inside, the tension was palpable. Stiles seemed more fidgety than usual, nervously glancing around.

"Okay, you're making me nervous now," Sylvia said. "Fess up."

He slowly opened his bag and pulled out a bunch of delphiniums made of light blue and lavender craft paper, handing them to her.

"I made these last night. My ultimate apology gift," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"I know that you don't like Derek, but do you realize that he is the only one who can help Scott?" Sylvia said softly.

Stiles huffed and sat down on her bed, nodding in agreement.

Sylvia contemplated whether or not she should tell him about her being a Voronov or not, but she was sure that she was going to skip the part of her being the body snatcher. She really loved Stiles and Scott and she didn't want to lose them.

Before she could decide, Blackie and Winter appeared at her window, pecking at the glass. Stiles nearly had a heart attack when he saw the birds.

"Since when does this happen?" Stiles asked, his eyes wide.

"It's been a week. Actually, I wanted to show you something." Sylvia rushed to pull the book and the daggers wrapped in the scarf out of their hiding place. She opened the window and gave the birds some kibble to eat from a small bowl kept beside her plants.

She placed the items between them on the bed, opened the book to a page listing the names of the Voronovs, and asked, "Can you read what is written here?"

"You want me to read a bunch of nonsensical symbols?" Stiles sassed back.

"You really can't read it..." she mumbled.

"And what's this?" he asked, pointing to the daggers wrapped in the scarf. Sylvia nonchalantly said, "See for yourself."

Stiles grew curious and unwrapped the scarf, his eyes widening when he saw the daggers. He was speechless for a moment.

Sylvia explained the whole thing to Stiles, up to the part she had read. Excluding the part of her being the body snatcher and the hallway incident.

"You didn't read the whole book? That too a goddamn enchanted book that only you can read?" Stiles asked, incredulous.

"That's the first question you ask?"

"I believe you. There's no question about that," he started.

Stiles had always been sincere about believing everything she said. If she claimed the Earth was infested with aliens, he would find proof to support her. Stiles had never snapped at her, and she could see in his face that he trusted her completely.

"I want to know more about this. Please, read the book," Stiles said, pushing the book toward her, opening it to a random page as if urging her to continue.

Sylvia closed the book, wrapped the daggers in the scarf again, and put them back in their hiding place, to which Stiles whined.

"Really? I'm curious. You can't just leave me hanging like this!"

"No supernatural shit today. Only Spider-Man movie marathon."

"But I want to know about the daggers!" he whined.

"Mieczyslaw Stilinski," she called out his name, making him freeze and look like he was in big trouble.

"Okay, fine. Let's watch Spider-Man for the 100th time," he said, trying to hide his smile. He always loved it when she called him by his full name, and she was one of the few people who could pronounce it perfectly. He loved everything about her.

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Later, as the first Spider-Man movie ended and Spider-Man 2 began, Sylvia and Stiles were cuddled up on her bed, leaning against the headboard. Sylvia leaned her back against Stiles' chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. They shared a blanket, the warmth and comfort of their closeness making the room feel like a sanctuary from the chaos outside.

Midway through Spider-Man 2, Sylvia's eyelids grew heavy, and she slowly drifted off to sleep. Stiles noticed her breathing even out and her body relaxing against him. He gently pulled her closer by the waist, ensuring she was comfortable. He lowered the volume of the TV and kissed the top of her head, his lips lingering in her hair. The scent of her hair and the warmth of her body against his made his heart swell with a deep affection

As he held her, Stiles couldn't help but smile, feeling a profound sense of peace. Despite the supernatural revelations and chaos, this moment was perfect- the girl he has a crush on, was asleep in his arms.

As the movie continued to play, he found himself more focused on the girl in his arms, than on the screen. He gently stroked her arm, and in that quiet moment, he realized just how much he needed her in his life. Sylvia stirred slightly in her sleep, snuggling closer to Stiles. He tightened his hold on her, vowing silently to protect her, at this moment, everything was perfect.

As the credits rolled, Stiles stayed awake, he kissed her forehead one last time before resting his head back, allowing himself to drift into a peaceful sleep, holding the girl he has feelings close to his heart.