Oneshots | Stydia

She's Gone {Short Story}

Part Three

Stiles' bedroom window opened and a dark figure climbed in. The window shut quietly and the figure walked over to Stiles' who was sleeping.

The light flicked on and Stiles woke up with a jolt. He was about to scream when a hand covered over his mouth.

"I swear to god Stiles I will rip your throat out with my teeth," The figure threatened.

Stiles nodded without saying a word. Derek raised his eyebrows. Usually Stiles would've give him a sarcastic comment. But Stiles just laid back down in his bed and pulled the blankets over his body.

"Stiles, get up," Derek said with an eye roll. But when Stiles just closed his eyes Derek began to panic. Never had he ever seen Stiles in such a depressive state.

"Stiles get your ass up or I'll...I'll..." Derek couldn't find the right words. "Look, I didn't come back for nothing now get up."

"You're not really here," Stiles mumbled, "You're just a figment of my imagination."

Derek pulled the covers off of Stiles and grabbed his foot. He lifted him up and dangled him upside down. Stiles' eyes widened in shock.

"Do you still believe that I'm not here?" Derek grumbled and shook Stiles' body a little.

"Put me down Derek!" Stiles said.

"Wow, you didn't even call me Sourwolf. I'm not sure if I should be worried or happy," Derek commented. Stiles sighed.

"Please just put me down."

Derek reluctantly complied and put the boy back down on his bed. He rubbed his face and then looked down at Stiles.

"Scott wasn't kidding when he told me you're depressed..." He paused and took a deep breath. "I'm going to raid your fridge and when I get back you better be up or I'll bite you," Derek threatened, "With my human teeth...because that would be bad if I used my– yeah, you get it." Derek left the room and Stiles continued to do absolutely nothing.

"S-Stiles?" A shaky voice said.

His breathing stopped once he heard that voice, the voice he thought he'd never, ever, hear again. Stiles looked over and there she was, hovering by the opened window.

"No," Stiles said, tears already starting to fall from his eyes, "You're not here, you're not here, you're not here!"

"Stiles... I am here... Stiles please..." Lydia begged. "Can I come in?"

"You're not here!" Stiles yelled.

"Stiles, I'm so cold, and hungry, just please, please let me in," Lydia pleaded.

Stiles sniffled and nodded. "Okay..."

Lydia climbed through his window. Stiles stood up with wobbly legs.

"Get away from him!" Derek yelled. He showed his fangs and his blue eyes flashed.

"Derek why are–" Stiles stopped talking when he saw Lydia's eyes turn red and black demons run across her cheeks. She bared her fangs.