Fairy Tales Exist (Teen Wolf)

remember

I blinked opening my eyes as I did nothing except stare at the ceiling. My brain felt numb. Hell, my whole body felt numb. I had a feeling that I was forgetting about something important.

"Breathe," A familiar voice commanded.

The words took a moment to register in my mind. A short intake of air cleared some of the haze from my vision, making me realize just how close I had come to blacking out from simple lack of oxygen.

A hand appeared in my line of vision, waving back and forth. It was reminding me to maintain the simple motion of blinking so my eyes wouldn't dry out. The hand was suddenly replaced by a face, one with blue eyes and framed with short hair. Peter.

"Alexis, talk to me," Peter says. I tried to think of something to say. What do you say? Where am I? What happened? Why am I alone with your psychotic werewolf ass? I could feel a slight burn to my right cheek.

"What the hell was that for?" I groaned, turning my head away and scowling.

"Need you to answer some question. I can't have you doing that while your day dreaming." He states the obvious as he pulls his hand back.

"So slapping me is the best option?"

"It worked didn't it?" Peter smirks as I glare at him.

"How many fingers?" Peter holds up one hand as I count the fingers.

"Two?" I shrug my shoulders.

"Good." Peter nodded.

"Let me see your eyes." Peter asked as I rolled them before flashing them. He nods his head. I guess they are purple.

"What do you remember?" He asked as I blink at him. What do I remember? I trying to think back.

"Coach got hit with an arrow. There was a bomb. Derek got hurt. The oni were coming for me and Stiles. We went to the clinic." I try to piece it all together. My eyes widen.

"Stiles and I, we tried to kill Scott." I gasped. What the hell was wrong with me? I tried to kill my own best friend with my other best friend.

"The Nylock witch in you, tried to kill Scott." Peter states.

"Fate." I whispered.

"Which can change." He says.

"What do you know about fate, Peter?" I asked him. He knew the desire to kill. The blood lust he and the Nylock witch craved.

"Deaton says you can't be near Stiles until we figured out how to get the nogitsune out of him. The spirit is taking effect on your fate. That's why the Nylock Witch is becoming an issue now." Peter says. I try to get up but was pulled back down. My arms and legs were handcuffed down to the chair I was sitting in.

"You know this isn't gonna help right?" I asked. He knew what I was capable of.

"Look at the symbol on the inside of the cuffs. According to the books you shouldn't be able break them or unlock them using your abilities." He snickers as I move the cuffs around. It was a circle star symbol.

"Precaution. Don't want you lashing out." Peter chuckles as I glare at him. He was enjoying this. Peter's phone strated ringing as he answers without hesitating.

"Yeah?" Wow, no hello or who is this?

"She's right here. We had another incident. Stiles is at Eichen House. Checked himself in. The witch doctor says to keep him and Alexis separated. It's all about the guardian and Nylock witch thing." Peter says. He nods his head and walks over to me.

"Its for you." He holds the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I breath out.

"Alexis?" I could hear Derek's voice.

"Yeah, its me. The real me." I chuckle sadly.

"I know, we'll figure this out. As soon as I get out of here. You need to stay strong." He asked as I nod my head. Then wanted to facepalm myself because I knew he couldn't see me nodding my head.

"Derek," I started as I try to find words to say.

"Yeah?" He asked for me to continue.

"I know I keep saying that I can't remember but, I remember. I remember blasting the transformer. I remember Stiles twisting the sword inside Scott. I remember every time I'm not me. I just can't stop myself. I don't know how." I stutter over my words.

"I know. Don't let the nogitsune in. Can you do that for me? Try to hold on."

Let me in. Let me in. Let me in!

"Alexis?"

"Ok. I'll try." I spoke.

"I love you. Just remember that." He says as the phone goes dead. I pull away from the phone while Peter shoves the phone in his pocket. He said he loved me. We've never used the L word before.

"There. There princess. It'll get better." Peter pats my head as I glare at him.

After a few hours Peter fed me a sandwich. This is getting ridiculous.

"What's it feel like?" Peter asked.

"What?" I take a sip from my drink.

"To be the psycho. To be in my shoes. What's that feel like?" He takes a chair and sits in front of me.

"Well, for one thing I'm not a killer like you are. Sure I have attempted to kill. But I've never killed anyone."

"Not yet." He adds.

"Why are you enjoying this so much? We've got Stiles out there killing people then we've got me who is attempting to kill people and you find that hilarious? What is wrong with you?"

"You haven't embraced it yet. You keep denying that you're hurting everyone that's what I find funny. Blame it all the nogitsune but not blame yourself." Peter says.

I can admit it. I'm the killer. I'm the monster. I'm harming everyone else. If anything they should kill me. Put me out of my misery. Get everyone out of harm's way which is me.