STRONGER ☉ S. STILINSKI [ 4 ]

Two ~ Original

The original four, also know as Scott, Stiles, Brianna and Lydia, had taken Derek to the animal clinic. They'd taken Kira and Malia home beforehand. Deaton was the only person they presumed could help Derek become old again, but even he seem shell shocked. Not even flattered as he usually was that they thought he could fix it ... just shocked.

After looking at Brianna's worried face Deaton took pity. He told them that he'd keep Derek at the animal clinic over night and keep an eye on him until he found a way to help him. Obviously Brianna was having none of it and stated that she was going to stay with him. That's what he did for her every time she got herself into the hospital, that's what she was going to do for him.

"I'll stay with you." Brianna said sternly, her grip on Derek's hand tightening. "I have to stay with him."

Stiles shook his head manically, "You can't stay on your own."

"Deaton'll be here." The blonde shrugged. "I've been away from school for months, I doubt one more day will kill me. Plus Derek will need a familiar face to wake up to."

"I'm so not okay with this." Stiles sighed.

"I'll stay with them." Lydia suggested with a smile at her best friend.

"This is getting less okay by the second."

"Scott," Brianna groaned. "Would you take him, please?"

"Gladly." Scott mused. Stiles continued to object as Scott began pushing him out the door. The weird boy only gave up upon realising that Scott was so much stronger than him due to being a werewolf.

Once the boys had left, Brianna gently left a kiss on Derek's hand that she was holding. After she pointed out how cold he was the blonde yawned. With a sigh, Lydia began pulling her best friend towards a chair in the operation room. Both she and Deaton promised to wake her up if anything happened. As Brianna drifted to sleep Lydia placed her jacket over the top half of her body.

The two awake people hoped she was dreaming of her fondest memories with Derek. But she wasn't. Far from it actually. The last real nice dream she had was long before the events of the Nogitsune. Ever since then it's like the part of her brain that had dreamed nice things at night had been fried forever.

The Nemeton. A large sword. One of the lights from the lacrosse field. Blood. A loud buzzing sound. All things that Brianna could see, smell and hear. Just like any normal human being Brianna began freaking out as a bunch of questions flew around her mind?

Why is there a large sword sticking out of the middle of the Nemton? Why is there blood around it, trailing off? Why am I even at the Nemeton? What is a lacrosse light doing there? What is that annoying noise?

Who's breathing heavily?

Her eyes shut tight. A long drawn out breath tingled the back of her neck from two directions. She didn't want to turn around. But she knew she had to. Before she had plucked up the courage to turn around on her own accord her arms were gripped tightly. Whoever had grabbed her was hurting her so bad Brianna could feel her own blood trickle down her skin. Then she was spun around.

Reluctantly Brianna opened her eyes. A loud gasp escaped her mouth at the two people stood in front of her. "You killed us." The women stated. Allison.

"You killed all of us." The man added. Aiden. Brianna's mouth gaped as the pair gestured to the Nemeton. Brianna spun around to see at least thirty dead bodies placed kind of neatly around the sword.

"That wasn't- that wasn't me." Bri sobbed, turning back to Aiden and Allison. The boys mouth was stained with black liquid that resembled the blood that had poured out his mouth while he was dying. Just like Aiden, Allison was wearing what she did when she died with a large blood stain where they'd been stabbed. "Why would I kill you two?"