The other Whittemore (1)

Epilogue

SOTC: control~ Hasley

Stiles placed a soft kiss of Tori's cheek, moving a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear. She smiled, leaning into his touch.

"I'll be just down the hall if you need anything" he spoke, holding her hands in his own.

"It's just a shower, Stiles" Tori protested, sliding of the hospital bed. "I'll be fine"

"I know" he sighed, helping her over to the bathroom. Tori's bite was still visible on her torso, a deep bite marking the skin like a large birthmark. Any time she would move far, it felt like dirt was being rubbed into the wound, it felt like someone pouring nail polish remover on a fresh cut. It stung. "It's just, I can't let you get hurt again"

"Stiles" she spoke, turning a round to face him. The pair were now standing in the bathroom, Tori's back turned to the mirror. She took his splotchy face into her hands. "Peter is gone know, nothing to worry about"

"Okay" he smiled, looking over Tori's face.

She pecked his lips, still holding his face. "Nothing, at all"

"I'll let you have a shower now" Stiles spoke, backing out of the small bathroom. He left Tori's hospital room completely, Tori watching him. She walked over to the door, closing the large, heavy, wooden frame.

With a small smile, she spun around, wincing at they slight pain in her torso. She gasped, looking over the mirror. On the object was something written. Killer. In blood.

Tori blinked rapidly, looking down at they floor. She looked up at they mirror again, noticing that nothing was there. She chuckled softly, shaking her head.

Her body moved closer to the mirror until she stand completely in front of it. She dropped the hospital gown that covered her flesh, leaving her skin bare. Goosebumps rose on her skin, making her shiver.

Tori looked down at her promise ring that's Stiles had given her for her 16th birthday, tugging it of with a soft smile. She placed the silver jewelry on the bathroom sink, looking back into the mirror.

Thomas Sherwood stood behind her, clad in his usual leather getup. He moved the hair away from her neck, running his finger along one of her veins.

"You're one of us, now" he whispered into her neck. Tori spun around, gasping slightly. No one was there.

Tori swallowed thickly, running her clammy fingers through her greasy hair. With a huff, she turned on the shower taps, letting the water run a little to get warm.

Once the temperature was to her liking, she stepped into the bathtub still shower, closing the all white curtain. Tori let the water soak her body, run through her oily hair.

The water felt nice, like jumping into clean sheets. The liquid suddenly became thicker, stinging Tori's eyes, making her skin turn a pinkish colour.

Tori backed out of the water, looking at her hands, which were covered in a red substance. Blood. She blinked rapidly again, shaking her head only to open her eyes and find the blood still there. It poured out of the shower head, ran all over body, and flushed down the drain. All blood.

She did the only thing she could think off, she screamed. She screamed so loud, it gathered the attention of nurses, doctors, Jackson and Stiles.

Melissa had ran into the room first, Stiles and Jackson following. She had pushed open the bathroom door, pushing open the shower curtain to the running shower. Tori wasn't there.

"Where the hell is she?!" Jackson shouted, looking behind the door. Melissa picked up her hospital gown-a patch of blood on the side-that Tori's left on the ground and the promise ring from the counter.

Stiles looked at the open window that sat in the corner of the hospital bathroom. The glass window was open, the curtains blowing from the wind.

"She's gone" Melissa stated, looking at the window.

Tori Whittemore had run out of her hospital room, wet, into the freezing cold, naked.