DIVINE MOVE ϟ Stiles Mikaelson (BAMF/ TEENWOLF)

XXV ϟ H E R E T I C S

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C H A P T E R   T W E N T Y   F I V E : H E R E T I C S

"He's not safe here." She whispers, casting a dark look in my direction, a dark look that did not go unnoticed by myself. I glared-  trying to ignore the dryness of my throat as it itched for me to react. "He's not safe anywhere," Scott blatantly grunts, raising my eyebrows I swallow the bile rising in my throat, or is that blood. 

"He- can hear you?" My teeth grit tightly, jaw clenched as I spit blood to the floor, disregarding the stares I received- "But Allison killed one of them. Doesn't that mean something?" Kira breaks the silence, grabbing the attention from my pale and easily overpowered body.

"She killed an Oni. Is that even possible?" She shrugs, "I'm not sure how. But she did it. She killed one of them."

"Yeah, and then they killed her." I grin at my statement, pushing myself up from the couch, "I've killed them too, so has my brother. It's not impossible," I drawl, "It just takes a little power, it seems Allison found a loophole, however, now she's dead." My fingers swirl into a clenched fist as silence consumes the group, silent mourning- "Now I guess the only good thing is it looks like I'm dying, too." I grin, rubbing the blood from my palm. "The other good thing is that as I come to my, impending death, I'm getting stronger." 

Deaton frowns, "How much stronger?" 

"My vampirism comes in fat bursts, the hunger, it doesn't burn as it used to so I feel I am more capable of control." I lick my drying lips, "When we visited the Nemeton, I felt this inability to resist the power imitating from the trunk, and when Klaus threw me at it, the tree that I created- I drew from it, I drew a lot from it."

"You drew from it?" I only nod, "I've heard of something like that, it's rare, people only, usually, feel drawn to the tree, they can't take power from it- unless-" as Deaton speaks he begins to shuffle through his mass collection of novels. "Huh-"

"What is it?" My eyebrows furrow, surely I'd know everything about myself after 1000 years, I mean what else could there be- "Heretic, they're siphoners, they-" Deaton's hand raises as he attempts to explain his thoughts, "They're born witches, but they don't have power, they have to- somewhat, siphon their magic-"

"Deaton, witches can't be vampires, it's kind of a law- they keep the balance in the supernatural world, vampires are an abomination of nature, they're what witches hate- some that is." Deaton sucks his lip, "Actually, Heretics found a loophole," he opened the book in his hands for all eyes to see, "they siphon their magic from things that are supernatural, often. By accident, in a pure attempt to be saved, they were turned into vampires, and instead of becoming vampires. They became the first vampire/ witch hybrid. They could Siphon from themselves, essentially it gave them a limitless source of power."

"Okay, crazy pants, how could this possibly happen?" I stare at him with wide eyes, anger boiling beneath the surface. "I'm a vampire on crack, god dammit! I'm already the worst of the worst, how can I become worse? Huh!" Deaton's head shakes as he slowly removes his glasses. 

"I believe, your mother was a witch. Kol your brother, he was dabbling in the arts before he was turned. How is it so unbelievable that the gene was passed onto you also?" Slowly I find my head resting in my hands. "It's not possible Alan, I- I can't be that much of monster." 

"How else could the Nogitsune have become so powerful, Stiles? You are truly an abomination." My fists clench as I close my eyes, my brain hurts- it hurts so bad. 

"Mom?"

"Yes, Gemin?" Esther greets gently waving me forth from the shadows- I stand my ground. "Why can I do things, that my siblings can't?" I know I'm using my accusing voice, but I can't care enough to stop.