The Harpy and The Hellhound

XVI.

Alisa had cleaned and bandaged Stile's wound for him, before packing everything up and placing the bag out in, what Stiles' assumed to be a hallway. He watches as Alisa moves through the small bathroom cleaning everything. 

"What are you doing?" He asks. 

"Why does it look like?" She turns on the faucet and wipes away and trace of Stiles's blood before letting the water drain away. "We aren't staying here long. The hour is almost upon us, Stiles. It's almost time for your trial."

"You know I haven't really felt less excitement in my life for something than I have in this moment." He murmurs. 

She moves close to him and works to unlocking his chains. "I've decided." She begins. "To not kill you yet, I want you and all of your friends together. I love big fights." She smiles at him. "Especially if they're challenging." She pulls the chains away from him and he doesn't dare move for fear of what she might do to him. "But, I still want them to find you and I want them to have incentive to want to try and kill me." 

"Wait." 

She pulls the blade from the back of her pants and inspects the blade, holding Stiles in place with his other hand. 

"No, no! Wait! Wait! Alisa don't!" 

The blade pierces his stomach easy enough and he yelps in pain, bucking under her trying with all his might to push her off him. 

"Oh, relax. You'll only bleed out but I haven't hit anything important, so if they get here in time, they might be able to save you." With that, she pulls the blade out and stands before leaving the bathroom and grabbing the bag. Her voice echoes through to him as he tries to apply pressure to his wound. "Good luck, Stiles Stilinski."

*****

Taking back control was difficult, it was a vicious battle and Alisa always felt drained afterwards. When the personality of the Harpy took over, it was like someone had shoved ALisa out of a moving car and taken control of the wheel and all she could was lay on the road and watch the car speed off into the distance. She never knew what happened when she lost time or who was hurt during the lapse but Alisa always knew that when she switched back, someone as dead or in the process of dying. 

She's in Jordan's shower when she finally manages to gain control and she scrubs away the blood and dirt from her body; she doesn't even know what time it is but she does feel incredibly tired and she sinks to the ground while the water washes over her. She wonders how much time she lost and who she hurt. She knows that Stiles' had been named and she worries for him. She turns off the taps and steps out of the shower and grabs one of Jordan's towels off the wrack and wraps it around her. 

She's drying her hair one of Jordan's shirts when she hears the door to his apartment open, for a moment she thinks it's someone else, until she hears his keys dropping onto the bench in the kitchen and she walks out. He doesn't see her for a second, but when he does he stays frozen in his place. 

"Alisa." He whispers. 

She rushes to him and he takes her in his arms, holding her tightly. 

"Where have you been?" He asks, putting her down, "Alisa it's been four days." 

That's the longest time she's been kept in the dark and she isn't sure how to process the information. "Four days?" She looks at the ground and then back up at Parrish quickly, "Stiles! Is he?" 

"Lydia found him, he's okay. He's at the hospital. You did quite a number on him." He grabs her arm lightly. "Sheriff Stilinski has every available officer out looking for you." 

"I'm a fugitive." Her eyes well with tears. "At least I didn't kill him, right?" She whispers taking a step back. "I mean, at least he's not dead, right?" 

"He almost did, Alisa when Lydia found him, he was cold and his lips were blue. Mrs McCall said that had he been taken to the hospital a minute later he-" 

"Jordan, please." She whispers. "Please." She puts her hand up, indicating that she doesn't want to hear anymore. She pus her hand over her mouth and begins to pace his apartment. "This can't keep happening." She mumbles to herself. 

"Alisa."

"Jordan, this can't keep happening." She turns to face him as a tear rolls down her cheek. "I'm dangerous. I almost killed - Jordan I can't." 

"We're going to fix it." He tries, "Scott's looking for"

"You can stand there and you can tell me whatever you want but please do not lie to me. How? How do you plan on helping me?" 

"We'll find a way." He tries. 

"We can't find a way! There isn't a way to stop what I am Jordan!" She yells. "I'm just going to keep killing and killing and killing until there's nothing left or until someone-"

"Dont't even say it, Alisa. Don't." 

A sob escapes her lips and she covers her face with her hands, Jordan engulfs her and hugs her tightly. 

"I promise you, I will never let anything bad happen to you." 

She pulls back and looks at him, he leans in and kisses her, deep. She moves her hands and circles them around his neck as they continue to kiss. Its rushed and passionate and quick and they take quick breathes each time they seperate but they don't want to stop. Alisa wants to be closer to him and there's a fear inside of Jordan that tells him if he lets go, he might lose her forever. 

She jumps slightly and he catches her, holding her by her thighs and she wraps her legs around his waist. He leads her into his bedroom and drops her onto the bed, continuing to kiss her from her lips down her neck and her collarbones. He helps her out the shirt she's wearing and she rips at his uniform to get it off. 

She pulls away from the kiss and looks at him. "Jordan?" 

"Yes?"

"What would you do if I died today?" She asks, looking at him, running a hand down his face. He's silent for a moment, thinking over his and answer and leans down, planting a kiss on her earlobe. 

He whispers his answer to her and she almost can't hear it, but its there. 

"I'd die tomorrow." 

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