The Stilinski Bloodline

11th Chapter: Is this a dream?

Hello guys!! Sorry for taking so long to update. There is one chapter left (+the epiloge) and I am so excited to reveal what creature Stiles is... and that will be in the next chapter. I know I promised that I would reveal it at this chapter, but I changed some things in the plot and it turned out this way... Buuuut I really love this chapter, because it has Stydia! Anywayyyy... *grins like a maniac* Enjoy!

Word Count: 1600 words

Lydia's POV

Words.

Words are used by people to express their emotions, thoughts, ideas, speculations about the future, stories about the past, fairy tales...

They are a tool that man uses and there are trillions of them in the world, in all the different languages, idioms and even dead languages.

There are so many that it is impossible for someone to learn all of them.

I knew English, French, Latin, Archaic Latin and some more, but none of the words in these languages could possibly begin to describe the feelings that overwhelmed me at the sight of him.

For a while I thought I would never get the chance to see him again... but there he was, getting out of a room.

I started running to him, yelling his name. I was so glad he was alive that I ignored the possibility of Valack being right behind him waiting for a chance to strike. I ignored everything that wasn't him and continued running.

Just when he showed a reaction to my yelling, his legs gave out from under him, he fell to his knees, then his head hit the floor and I was terrified all over again.

I reached him, put his head on my lap and asked him what was wrong, but he didn't answer. He just had a silly smile decorating his face and he lifted his hand, softly whipping tears I didn't even realize had fallen down my face.

"Is this a dream?" he asked weakly, so lightly, it sounded almost like a sigh.

"N-No Stiles, this isn't a d-dream. I am here now. I-I am here. I'll take you home." I replied, not able to control the stuttering that came along with my tears.

"Lydia..." He breathed out and closed his eyes, as he started coughing hard, so hard that he eventually started spitting out black blood.

"SCOTT!" I screamed. The rest of the pack and Argent were a floor below us taking care of some guards we met along the way. "Oh my God! Stiles, i-it will be ok. I am here, j-just hold out a little longer" I sobbed. I was clearly couldn't carry him on my own, but I had to do something... Anything. I checked his body for any wounds and only then did I notice the spiky bracelet on his right wrist. It normally wouldn't cause him to spit out blood, so it must have been poisonous.

I carefully placed his head on the ground and looked at the door he had come out of. I couldn't do anything about the poison right now, but maybe if I found out what kind of poison it was, it would be useful when we got to the animal clinic. I got up and moved towards the door, turned the nob and took a peek inside. The room was really white. There was a fireplace at the left side of the room and an empty bucket in the middle of it. Right in front of the door there was a bed with broken chains on it and right next to the bed was a small metallic table with tools, a chair and surprisingly Valack lying face down on the floor, with a wound in his head. I took some careful steps near him and when I saw no reaction, I turned him around only to find that he was unconscious.

I didn't know what had happened to cause this, but I had a feeling that Stiles was responsible. I searched him, to find anything related to the poison, when the only thing I found was a key, probably the key of this room's door, I looked around and found a fallen tablet on the floor, but its screen was broken. I sighed in frustration, took the tablet and got out of the room, locking the door behind me with the key I found in Valack's pocket. I would restore the data of the tablet when Stiles was better. Now my first priority was taking Stiles as far away from here as possible.