Nothing More Than Neighbors || Stydia [COMPLETED]

Chapter 21: RIP

His face formed into a soft smile as he tumbled down with me, his head buried into my neck. He inhaled my scent and I giggled as he applied light kisses everywhere along the side of my neck and on my throat, before finally, on my lips.

"Stiles! Not in front of people!" I said with a blush and he chuckled slightly before kissing me once more and standing up, offering his hand out to me so I could stand as well. I brushed off some dirt on my shirt and we both turned to see them all just staring at Stiles with the most confused and impressed expression.

"What?" He finally announced and they all just kinda looked to each other before shaking their heads.

"We -- uh -- we thought ..." Scott trailed off and Stiles's eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes squinted.

"You thought what?" He asked slightly taken aback. "I would eat her? Kill her?" He asked disbelief clouding his eyes. "She has just been through hell, Scott, and so have I. I needed a kiss and hug from her, and to hear her giggle one more time before you go into your confusing and hard core talk with me about not killing people." He finished, hand wrapped around mine. Scott nodded once before Stiles kissed me one more time, softly.

"I love you, Lyds." He whispered before he shut his eyes tightly and pulled himself away, releasing my hand. "But your heartbeat is overtaking my hearing and I could feel your blood going throughout your body. As much as its going to kill me, I need you to stay away from me until I learn to control this, okay?" He asked and I nodded with a sigh. He turned to Stefan, who was right behind him, and lowered his hands to his sides.

"I cant be around her until I control it. Help me control it." He said desperately, and Stefan unfolded his arms as he nodded, motioning for Stiles to follow him.

"I will head back to Mystic Falls so we can get started right away." He said and Stiles nodded.

"How long ...?" I asked, finally using my voice.

"We don't know. Could be days, could be weeks." He replied and I shook my head.

"You can't go back, we need to be ready for Marcel when he attacks." I said, my tone wavering from bitterness to sass. I looked around for anyone to object to their leaving, but no one did.

"Really? Anyone? We just can't let him leave!" I said, still looking for people to agree with me, tears beginning to form and my vision becoming blurry. Allison came out from behind Scott and walked up to me, putting her hands on my shoulders in an attempt to calm me down.

"Hey, we have witches coming to town and two other originals ... It'll be fine, Lydia." She assured me but I shook my head.

"No, it wont, not without Stiles." I whispered and she sighed.

"It will, he'll come right back." She said and I looked over to Stiles, who had already left the house with Stefan quietly. I gasped slightly before shutting my eyes closed tightly, as I clutched my stomach and sat down on the couch. Allison's arms went down with me, for support, until I reached the couch and she sat down next to me.

"Is he going to be okay?" I ask, my face looking up to meet Klaus' eyes. His face softened into something I never thought I could ever see on him, sympathy. I'm sure he's been through much worse, so I didn't expect him to show sympathy for something so little, but looking around I could see that everyone wore the same emotion. Even through blurred vision, I could see that. Klaus walked over to me and kneeled down so he was on his knees, holding onto my knee caps and rubbing the fabric of the pants lightly in support while looking up at me.

"He's going to be just fine, Love." He said with a small huff before he started his sentence.

"P -- Promis -- se?" I said as hiccups began to overtake my speech. He just nodded as I tried to contain myself, Allison still holding onto my upper arms.