Lydia and I made our way towards the dancefloor. The floor was filled with people shoulder to shoulder. Lydia started to dance, leaving me not knowing what to do.
Well dance, dumbass, I thought.
I couldn't though. That's my problem. I didn't know what to do. Well, how to dance. So, I just left the floor and went to the bar again. Sitting down, I met eye to eye with a man. A person I knew.
"Stiles?" I asked.
"Nilly? Oh shit," he looked at me with sorrow, "you need to leave. Get out of the club." He pointed to the door.
"Wait! What about Lydia?" I asked.
"Lydia's here?! I'll get her out! You have to go home." He ordered.
"Lydia brought me here! What's going on?!" I shouted over the loud techno music.
"I'm keeping you safe. Leave. Go home!"
Getting frightened, I ran out of the back exit. The exit lead through an alley, great. Just my luck. I grabbed my shoes, and took them off. Now that I can, I though, let's go into the public.
I tossed my shoes to the side, hearing a growl afterwards. I looked forward, seeing the outline of a man. And a female behind him.
"Aah. The witch." I heard a strong, male accent.
"Who are you?" I growled into the darkness.
The female stepped up towards me. She had no shoes on and wore only a tank top and leggings. She came forward, grabbing my mouth and nose. She was trying to suffocate me.
I focused on her head. I needed to give her those nice little aneurisms. She let go of me, falling to the ground, screaming. I heard two more growls behind me. The darkness still held their identities. I turned towards them, trying to see who they were. They walked forwards, both shirtless, and wearing jeans. The boys were twins.
"Stop." One ordered.
"No." I amped up the power and heard her scream louder. The screaming stopped, but she wasn't dead. Just knocked out.
One of the handsome twins walked forward, closer to me. I used the aneurism trick on him too. He collapsed onto the alley floor, screaming in pain.
"ETHAN!" His brother ran toward him.
I turned towards the other man, "What do you want with me?"
"Ms. Nillin. I just want to talk."
"Then talk." I demanded.
I felt a sharp pain in my hip. I looked down and saw the paint of a knife. I grunted in pain, the world going black.
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STILES POV
"Lydia!" I ran through the dancing crowd.
I pulled her from the crowd and brought her outside. I quickly led her to her car and watched her drive off.
I followed Scott's order to go around the whole perimeter, make sure The Kanima is inside. I ran around the perimeter of the club, dropping Mountain Ash. Now it's locked inside. Only this time, the kanima isn't Jackson, it's somebody else.
I pulled my phone out and called Scott, "Everything's set, dude."
"I called Lydia. She said Nillin didn't go with her."
"What?!" I almost yelled into the receiver.
"I'm running around the club." He paused, "Stiles, she's not here."
"Where the hell is she then?!"
I was getting angrier.
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NILLINS POV
I slightly woke up, feeling grass and dirt under my hands. I groaned and felt a growing pain in my hip.
"Good, you're awake." a male voice pulled me from my thoughts.
"Who the hell are you?" My strained voice spat.
"Deucalion. And you are?" He looked at me.
Well, he didn't necessarily look at me, but he 'stared in my direction. The man was blind.
"Nillin. What do you want?" Hissed.
"Well, you are the most powerful witch. Correct?"
"I don't know."
"Well, your family comes from all over the world. Like Norway, Scottland, and even Salem. So therefore, yes you are."
"What do you want with me?" I spat.
"You're a powerful witch. In order for me to be stronger, somebody.... How can I put this? Dies." He says flatly.
Deucalion walked closer to me. Now I could feel his breath on my face. He brought up a slender hand and touched my cheek.
"Love, you will not live much longer."
I turned my head and tried to get up. It was no use. I couldn't stand, I was too weak. I tried to use my powers, but something was holding it back.
Mountain Ash.
Grandiderite.
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STILES POV
"Dude! We have to get her back. Call Allison."
"No, Stiles I can't. " Scott looked hurt.
"The girl I love could die! And if you wont help me, then I do it by myself!" I shouted. Scott was supposed to help me. I've helped him with everything; every time he went to Hell and back, every mission and even every Allison trouble. I have scars to show it.
"Stiles! No! You aren't doing this all-" I cut him off, slamming his front door.
I jogged to my jeep and started to drive. If Scott wasn't going to help, then I'll get other people. I don't care who, I just need back Nillin.
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A/N: hoped you like it! Sorry if it's a little short. Thanks for reading!
~Mae
