His lips were soft on mine. His melted perfectly into mine. His kiss was soft and passionate.
I pulled back, catching my breath, "Whoa..."
He pulled back even farther, "I'm sorry. I really-" he stopped talking.
I had nothing to say but "wow" and I didn't want to hurt him. I can't get into a relationship. I don't want to put anyone else on the line. More like me. I'm afraid of getting hurt.
Again.
"Well, well, well." I turned to the voice. Derek. "Won't Scott be happy."
"Shut up Derek. You're a dick and don't think I want do anything to you." I growled. I tried to focus on Derek, but something was blocking me.
"Found your weakness. Well one of two. Witch." It seemed to me like he was trying to say 'bitch' but instead of that, 'witch' came out.
"Mountain Ash. That's not too bad," I paused, wondering if I should go on. "Not as bad as the other. Hey, stiles?"
"Hmm?" He looked shocked hearing his name.
"Would you like to come in?" I ignored Derek's presence. Hopefully annoying him, Stiles walked in.
My lonely house seemed so much more.... Quiet? It was kind of scary. I never really had my own place. I was always in a crappy old orphanage. I don't know if it was an old apartment complex or what. The place was scary.
I walked in, a blank expression on my face. Something was wrong.
"Nillin? Are you ok?" Stiles touched my arm lightly.
I nodded and ran to my room. I heard the click of the front door locking, then hearing footsteps behind me. Stiles was running, well more like sprinting, behind me.
Stiles was panting by the time we reached my room. I pulled out one of my grimoires and searched through them. I was searching for a certain protection spell to do for my house and Stiles's house. He had someone else to protect, I didn't.
The thoughts were interrupted by a thundering knock at my rooms door. Crap.
"Stiles?" I heard Scott's worried voice muffled from the door.
"Come in, Scott." I heard the familiar sound of the door knob and the door swung open. Scott stood there with grandiderite. Oh no. Oh no!
"Get.. Away... From... Me.. With that." I stammered with my speech.
I was growing weaker and weaker by the second. Scott came close to me with it.
"Don't... Tooouch. Me. With that.. " I slurred.
"Why?"
"It will... Kill... Me.. Please... Scott..."
He came closer.
