Nothing More Than Neighbors || Stydia [COMPLETED]

Chapter 20: Solutions

I panted wildly as I looked at Stiles unmoving body on the ground, hands still tied to the tree. I dropped to my trembling knees as sobbing took over my entire body, hands placed on the floor next to me while I wheezed in order to get any oxygen to my body.

He's gone. Like the rest of them. All gone.

Away from me.

He left me. He promised he wouldn't.

He promised he wouldn't leave me.

I clung my chest as I heard small twigs and leaves crunch behind me, and suddenly Allison was grabbing me. I turned around and grabbed her shoulders, clinging to her jacket and shirt like my life depended on it as the sobs raked through my body.

She brushed my hair back as I sobbed, and sobbed ... and sobbed so hard I didn't know how I was managing. More twigs snapped and leaves ruffled before Stiles was being picked up by Stefan and Damon. My eyes followed his unmoving body in their hands as they carried him to the car. Scott showed up from behind Allison, and Ally casually slid me off of her and onto Scott. Scott picked me up bridal style, me still sobbing into his shirt, but silently now.

He placed me into his car in the front seat, and just like that ... I was emotionless again. Lost in the pain that overtook me, lost in the loss. I was just -- lost.

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Get Lydia out, let her leave, keep her safe, get her out.

His hands wrap around my neck as his hands begin to squeeze slightly. I look to Lydia as I try to tell her I love her one last time. His hands are placed on either side of my neck, bending it so I could feel my neck twisting and bending every centimeter he goes before ...

SNAP!

LYDIA HELP ME!

WAKE ME UP, PLEASE!!

LYDIAAAA!!!!

I bolt awake as the sweat trickles down my face, blankets thrown off me and Allison shaking me awake by my shoulders. I look into her eyes, filled with such fear and worry, before realizing she was wearing the same clothes. I come back into reality as I start breathing heavily and rub my eyes.

I stare at her silently before my face fell into another sob, and she welcomed me in for a hug. I clung to her again as I wet her shoulder with my tears before she finally asked the question, "What'd you dream, Lydia?" She asked and I sighed shakily.

"I could feel it ... see him -- I was killed in Stiles's body -- and I -- I just --" I was cut off my Allison rubbing my back soothingly.

"How's Stiles?" I asked into her shoulder and she sighed.

"Still asleep, no pulse yet." She whispers and I sigh heavily, shutting my eyes tight as I look down at my hands. At least he died wit vampire blood in his system. All that I'm asking myself now is ... why? Why did they turn him ... why did they want him?