Lights flickered on and off creepily in the hospital. You never did like hospitals, and you certainly weren't about to get used to them either. You had received a call from Lydia, telling you how she thought Stiles was at the hospital. You'd all split up, trying to look for him, and as you ran through the deserted halls, you skidded to a stop as you turned a corner.
"Stiles!" You croaked out, half in surprise, half in relief. Your body stiffened as his head slowly turned to the side to look at you. It wasn't your usual greeting from him, that's for sure.
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"Stiles.." you whispered, half as a question, half as a statement, as you realised that something was wrong. A small crooked smile crept up onto his lips as he turned his body to face you, slowly.
You felt like you should have ran then, but he'd only chase after you. He walked towards you, first seeming like he was stepping towards you carefully, but then his speed picked up. Scaring you and making you take a few hasty step backwards, your back hitting the wall roughly just as he reached you, pressing his hard body to yours. His hands holding either sides of your face, forcing you to look up into his dark eyes.
"Stiles," you whispered shakily. "What are you?"
A small laugh escaped his lips as he let his left hand move away from your face and down to your hip, he placed his head beside yours, his lips brushing against your ear.
"I'm void." He answered coldly, a gasp escaping your lips as his lips attached themselves to your neck.
