"LYDIA!" The name fell from his lips in an echo of pain.
Stiles practically tripped on his way over to the strawberry blonde. Anger surged through his body, making the murder of the final Tengu swift and almost unreal before he knelt next to her limp body.
Carefully and as gently as one possibly could, he pulled the rock out of her stomach and she winces as he throws it across the cavern. Her breathes were already stuttering as he picked her up in his lap and she smiled. Actually smiled as her abdomen let out more blood than he'd ever seen.
"Hi, Sweetcheeks." She grins and Stiles pales.
"Emory?" His voice cracks as she nods.
"Lydia, can I talk to you for a moment?" Emory silently pulls her away from the rest of the group and Lydia reluctantly agrees as they go to a separate corner of the house.
"I, uh.... I need you to pretend to be me." Emory says causing Lydia to furrow her brows. "When we go to the Yuki, Stiles is going to refuse to leave your side but if he's with you, you'll die instead of me."
"I'm not sure I understand." Lydia looks back into the living room to make sure no one was listening.
"Down in the Yuki, the Tengu will follow us. More specifically, Stiles. If he's with you, they'll kill you. If he's with me, they'll kill me. But, he's not going to leave you alone. Scott and Allison already know and it's okay." Emory explains. Lydia was still slightly confused. Emory knew she was going to die? The whole situation didn't make any sense.
"How do you know th-"
"He needs you." Lydia starts to ask but Emory cuts her off.
Stiles starts to shake his head, holding onto her firmly as tears brim his eyes.
"H-hey. Hey. Don't." Emory says causing Stiles to furrow his brows. "You have to let go of me." She continues.
"What?" His voice is light and he looks up for a moment to see Scott, Allison, and the real Lydia. They didn't say anything, watching the fragile boy hold an even more fragile girl as she spoke through her last breaths.
"Y-you have to. Listen." As she talked, he couldn't stop shaking his head, as if he didn't believe this was happening. "Stiles, listen. You have to let go of me, okay? She's better for you. I'm going to be gone and she's there for you. I'm always going to be a part of her."
"No. I-I can't." Once again, he was shaking his head, brushing hair out of her face as blood starts to tint her lips.
"Yes. You love her. I see it. But you have to let go of me. Y-you..." She cuts herself off with a deep breath.
"Emory, no. you're not going to die. You're not going to."
She smiles again, reaching up a hand to gently caress his cheek.
"I love you, sweetcheeks."
And then she was gone, a single tear from Stiles' eye dropping into her pale skin. It feels like and eternity but I suppose it always does, doesn't it? His three friends still don't say a word, letting him weep over her body for quite a while until he silently takes the ring off of her left hand, putting it in his pocket slowly.
"Tragic, isn't it." A voice sounds from one of the dark corners of the cavern and Stiles already know who it is, but he looks anyway. The sight of him alone makes Stiles throat swell, swallowing becoming harder by the second.
"You're not supposed to be here." Stiles voice is broken and cracks a little as his grip never loosens on Emory. "You. Are not. Supposed to be here." He repeats, anger growing in his voice. Stiles scoffs, shaking his head in faux disbelief. "You ruined everything. You ruin everything and I swear if I have to kill you I won't hesitate for a second."
"Such a way to greet an old friend, Stiles." The voice taunts, tusking the teen.
"GET OUT!" The cavern shakes at his words. In a flash, he stretches out his arm, ice easily coating the rocky floor and going out towards the man. Somehow he manages to avoid it, storming towards Stiles and picking him up by the collar of his shirt. Allison aims an arrow and Scott growls as Lydia watches from behind them, her eyes glancing from Stiles and the unknown man to Emory's pale body.
"I've killed you once and I'll kill you again, boy." The man spits and realization grows on the other teens.
"You're the king." Lydia speaks up. At her voice, the man looks up, gently lowering Stiles to where his feet are on the ground again.
"And you're the reincarnation." He smiles evilly. Lydia's body tenses and she suddenly feels like maybe she shouldn't have said anything.
The king throws Stiles to the side before stalking towards the strawberry blonde and Allison raises her bow a little higher.
"If you're planning to take her, you might want to reconsider."
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Authors note:
My lil baby didn't die! YAYY...
That's about all I have to say...
Comment, read, enjoy!
-Chloe
