Bambi And The Wolf

Part 4

I was sat in the library, reading a book Stiles had wanted me to read, when I heard a pounding on the door.

"The villagers are here, Master!" Lydia said sounding panicked. My eyes widened comically and I sprinted to the window. Standing by the door was the village with pitchforks and torches. They were shouting and yelling trying to break into the castle.

I figured this was it then. The door gave out under the force of the blows they were throwing. As they rushed in I accepted it. I was a monster and my time was up anyways. I would rather die than be an unloved beast for the rest of my life.

I could hear them downstairs as they trashed everything I owned. My family name that was once held highly was being discriminated in a matter of seconds. I told the pups to run and get away before the villagers found us. They gave me one last departing look and ran. When I heard fighting downstairs and growling I knew they hadn't left me behind.

A man came through the door and came after me. He had spiked blonde hair and dull green eyes. I backed up towards the wall and realized I had stepped onto the balcony.

"There's nowhere to go you terrible beast. Stiles is mine and he will always be mine." The man spoke with disgust coating his every word.

I didn't care, he was probably right anyways. I had only known Stiles for a little while, whereas this man had probably known him his whole life. I had kept him here against his will and his father was most likely not the only person he was returning to.

As I decided to give up I turned to look over my shoulder. What I saw shocked me to my core. Riding into the foyer, on a blue roan horse, was Stiles. If he came back then I have to fight. I can't just give up and let them kill me.

I turned towards the man and growled. I would fight for Stiles. I lunged at him as he swung his torch at me. I knocked it out of his hand and pushed him against the wall, snarling in his face.

This made his anger grow and he shoved me back making me stumble into the railing. He pulled a sword out of his sheath and swung it towards me. At the same time I flipped around so he was against the railing. As I spun him around he slipped and lost his balance, falling over the railing.

I heard a gasp as I tried to catch him. I caught his arm but he acted as if he had been burned and he yanked his arm from my grasp and let himself crash to the ground. As I came down from the adrenaline I realized I had been stabbed sometime during the fight. I put pressure on the wound to try to stop the flow of blood but the wound was too bad and I could feel my consciousness slipping through my fingers. I dropped to the balcony as my vision started to go black around the edges.

I fell forward but someone caught me. I forced my heavy eyelids to open and when I glanced up all I saw were tear-filled, honey brown eyes staring down at me. I coughed and when I pulled my hand away there was blood splattered on my hand. I heard Stiles let out a sob as he saw it.

"NO!" He gasped as sobs racked his body. "No, no, no... I came back for you! You can't leave me I came back!" He rested his head against my chest as he let the tears flow free from his eyes. I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together trying to offer him comfort. I could feel myself slipping further under the current of subconsciousness. As I got swept completely in I heard a fading voice.

"Please...I love you.."

***

I could hear hushed talking but all I could see was blackness. There was warmth to the right of me and my left hand was being squeezed. I slowly fluttered my eyes open and took in my surroundings. On my right was my fire place and fire was dancing along the wood. Stiles was to my left sitting cross-legged with his hands locked around mine. There were people strewn on the floor behind him. I squeezed his hand to alert him to me being awake. He turned his head towards me and his face lit up.

"You're awake!" He said gleefully. I gave him a small smile in return. I sat up and looked down at my bare chest. It was wrapped in a gauze and I ran my hand over the bandage, skimming my fingertips across the material.

Wait. Bare? Fingertips? I looked over at Stiles with shock written all over my features. I glanced over his shoulder and looked at everyone surrounding him. That's when it clicked. Lydia was snuggled up next to Isaac who was laying across Cora's lap. Cora's head was resting on Scott's shoulder and Malia was laying star-fished on the carpet.

"The curse is broken.." I whispered unbelievingly. Stiles smiled softly.

"Yea, it is, Derek. You're all free." He stared at his hands like they were the most interesting thing in the room.

I tackled him in a hug pressing kisses all over his face. I pulled away to look at his face and take him in.

"You're eyes are so many different colors...like a kaleidoscope.." Stiles quietly murmured reaching up to rest his palm against my cheek. I rested my forehead against his.

"I love you" I whispered.

"I love you, too" He whispered back; as if it was a secret for just the two of us. The smile that lit up my face was probably blinding. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his for the first time; savoring the feeling. I looked up at the rest of my family and was crushed with overwhelming joy.

I lunged at their puppy pile and tackled them in a group hug. I pulled them close not willing to let go. Having them back is all I could ever ask for. We were free. Really free. I couldn't believe it as I looked around at my makeshift family. Stiles came and joined our messy hug on the floor.

***

Things didn't automatically go back to how they were before. We weren't exactly fixed after the dilemma we had gone through, but we could get through it together. We invited Stiles and his father, John, to stay with us at the castle and the villagers were beginning to warm up to my family again. Life was good and I was finally as happy as I had been before the crash that was my life.

I proposed to Stiles a little while after he moved in and our wedding was a mixture of red and baby blue. Isaac was the flower boy and the whole village was invited. Stiles' father shed tears as he handed his only son off to me. As we said our final 'I do's' I couldn't help but think that only a few months ago if I was told this was what would become of my life I would've laughed. As I kisses Stiles for the first time as his husband I felt as if my family was watching over me; as if they were the ones who told the witch to come to me on that foggy night and change the way I saw life. When I thought I had fully lost the love and happiness in my life Stiles showed up and brightened my world. He showed me how to love again and he helped to tame the beast that lay inside of me.

The End

I wrote this as a fractured fairytale for a class in school and all I could think of while writing it was sterek.
So now it's a sterek story!

I hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is welcome.

Meg Xx