No Rest For The Wicked (Stalia AU)

Chapter 14

Malia's POV

Blood.
It was all I could see, covering the walls, the ground, over my family's bodies, my hands.

The urge to throw up hit me like a train when my eyes fluttered back to reality. The crave to kill everything in my sight vanished and I was left with a chilling feeling in my bones.

I couldn't remember how I ended up with a knife in my hand, or how my mother and sister were sprawled out on the ground. But I could guess how.

All I could remember was a mans face, it was only a blob in my mind, but other than that everything was clouded over. Nothing made sense as I stood in a pool of my families blood.

Killer.

Oh god, I soon realized I couldn't stay here. Turning quickly and pushing open my back door I ran, tears flew down my cheeks. And they weren't going to stop for a long, long time.

~~~

Almost as fast as I had fallen asleep, l had snapped awake. I felt the same cold feeling spreading in my gut as I felt confusion filter into my brain. My hands felt wet as I sat up, feeling Stiles' arm fall off of mine without effort. Almost dead weight.

I glanced down at my hands and with horror I realized they were covered in blood. I flew upwards and spun around to find Stiles covered in blood, multiple stab wounds covered his body. I quickly glanced down and saw that a knife was held in my right hand as Scott sat up.

"Why would you do this Malia? How could you do this to him? He only loved you, and you killed him. You murder!" He cried as I felt myself scream. A blood curling scream louder than any banshee.

"MALIA!" The voice cut through my scream as I soundly felt hands holding onto my shoulders. "Malia baby, come on." A voice whispered and I quickly realized it was Stiles. My eyes flashed open to see him hovering over me, his hands were gently stoking my hair.

"St-Stiles?" I mumered as I leaned into his touch. Relief flooded my bones as I felt him gently kiss my forehead and bring me closer to his chest. Scott sat across from us on the other side of the alleyway, his eyes wide and his face pale.

"Sorry, nightmare." I muttered feeling my cheeks burn.

"You wouldn't stop screaming Mal." Stiles says softly, twirling a strand of my hair. "We were worried that's all."

"Jesus Christ, I had to deal with Stiles screaming bloody murder when we lived together. Know I have to deal with two!" Scott sighs, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.

"Shut up Scott, you try waking up covered in your families blood." Stiles snapped as I could feel my cheeks going redder. Scott rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall of the alleyway.

"If it makes you feel any better, Malia, Stiles screams more girly than you." Scott offers and I could hear Stiles growl behind me. His eyes stalking Scott across the alleyway;

"Watch it." He hissed, before gently standing up and holding my hand to bring me up as well. "We're almost to the Pack, maybe we'll make in a least a week on foot."

"A week?" Screeched Scott, "I can't spend a week sleeping on the ground!" He cried, placing a hand on his chest in awe.

"Sorry bud, you can turn back if it's that big of a deal." I say simply as Stiles nods his head in agreement, sighing Scott forced himself off the wall and followed behind with his head down.

"Good!" Stiles grins as he held my hand and we left the cold, dark alleyway.

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Lydia Martin, was a fast devil. I had come to the realization as she left the nearest Starbucks with a tray of drinks.

"Stiles! Malia! I see you finally caught up to me!" She squeals as she jogs over to us in her red high heels. A cute skirt blew only slightly in the wind as she reached us on the other side of the street. Passing both of us a drink and glanced behind us to see Scott standing there awkwardly.

"Scotty?" Lydia asks, her eyes glowing with excitement. "It's been so long!" Passing her drink to Stiles she pushed past me to embrace the boy into a hug.

"Ah, hey Lyds." Scott replies, hugging Lydia back tighter.

"So... How do they know eachother?" I ask in a low whisper, Stiles glances over as a smile cracks on his lips.

"Well, Scott was once my partner in crime. So he was with me in the pack, Lydia is still apart of the pack. Bam they met there and been friends ever since."

"Lovely."

Lydia soon let go of her old friend and turned swiftly around. "My friends, you guys are so close! Malia you must be excited to meet your real father for the first time." She says her eyes glowing.

"Uh... Sure?" I whisper as I heard Stiles snort beside me.

"Peter Hale is a bitch." He groans, running a hand through his soft brown hair.

"True, but he nearly killed your ass. So I wouldn't push him." Lydia responds, "Probably should mention that Theo's still there."

"Ah f*ck."

~~~

Lydia took us through the streets, I had found it funny how she was a part of a serious gang. Stiles told me she was the Brains of the group, and she seriously knew how to use daggers if needed. Thanks to her old friends Allison, a girl Stiles didn't really want to get into depth with. The moment her name was brought up he jumped to another subject.

Weird...

Lydia seemed to like me, hooking her arm around my shoulders we walked down the street looking like best buddies.

"So you and Stiles eh?" She muttered next to my ear, her breath smelling slightly like the whiskey she had found earlier.

"Uh yeah." I responded awkwardly as Lydia's eyes lit up.

"Hey guyssss!" She yelled causing Stiles and Scott to turn around.

"Yes Lyds?" Stiles asks as Lydia let go of me and threw her hands up into the air. Before yelling out into the frosty night sky.

"Let's get wasted!"

Author Note - Next chapters going to be fun ;) maybe some really heated Malia and Stiles dancing?
Maybeeeeee :3
Sorry for short chapter, this is more of a filler and I also can't confirm how fast the others chapter will be out since I'm almost failing one of my classes *_*