Enchantress (Teen Wolf)

2-8

"What's happened?" I asked as I took in Scott's worried expression and he lead me out of the room, and when I turned around before exiting, I noticed a firefly on the ground and I furrowed my eyebrows, but I ignored it and caught up with the other two.

"Its dad." Scott said and I stopped in my tracks, rolled my eyes and let my hands fall across my chest.

"Oh I thought it was something important." I spat, refusing to budge but his words, for the first time actually made me worry about my dad.

"He's been stabbed by one of those things." Scott said and I felt a lump in my throat, I'm not supposed to care for him, for that horrible man who had me locked up.... But I couldn't help but worry. I began fast pace walking past Scott as I looked in the window of every door until I saw him lying there helplessly with mom. He had pale lips and was sleeping in the hospital bed, whilst mom was checking on him. I opened the door slowly and mom turned to face me, she gave me a smile as I approached his bed. He woke up and once I saw his brown eyes I was once again sickened by him and I rolled my eyes as I saw he was okay.

"You'll live." I winked before leaving the room, I could see mom and Scott's shocked expressions as I left the room. I sat on a bench outside the room, soon to be joined by Stiles who sat the other side.

"We can't ignore what happened before Scott came into the room." He said and I looked at him, his eyes were just as tired as mine and it was slowly making sense, we were going through the same thing....

"But how did we end up in there?" I asked, confused and Stiles shrugged and I felt my eyes swell up with tears and Stiles let his forehead fall against mine as he held my hand tightly, yet delicately.

"It'll be okay, we always figure it out." He whispered and I nodded, too upset and confused to say anything.

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I woke up with a jolt, the sky was still dark and I already knew something wasn't right. I slid out of my bed, after looking at my clock, it was 2am, this was my usual wake up time but something felt off. The chill of the night created goosebumps on my bare arms, so I decided to throw on a really oversized hoodie to cover my white vest top and I then began to hear Scott's panicked voice as it echoed through the house. I walked across the landing, following his voice toward his bedroom, once I opened the door he was standing there begging someone on the other end not to hang up and then I heard a name which made my stomach turn.

"Stiles."

Scott spun around on his heel when the floor boards creaked under my foot, my body rested against the door frame and my arms were folded. Scott's face dropped, his eyes looked watery and I instantly ran over to him and pulled him into a hug, comforting my brother.

"What's happened?" I whispered and then he explained the phone call, which caused me to pull away, I felt sick.

"Stiles is in danger?" I said slowly, lost at words for the first time. I felt my body become numb as I thought about Stiles being hurt or worse, and then my mind wondered to what happened the other night and I wondered if now was the right time to tell Scott.

"Isaac!" Scott yelled as he began to hunt through his drawers, probably to change his night outfit into something slightly more appropriate.

"Isaac get up quick!" Scott yelled again, before a panicked looking Isaac appeared in the door frame confused as Scott changed his shirt, panicking.

"It's stiles." I said, In a just as hurried and panicked tone. "You need to get ready."

"What's wrong with Stiles?" Isaac asked and me and Scott both looked each other as a moment of silence passed.