Ghost

23|| Taunting eyes

Everything was different for Jersey... again. It was like she was looking at life from a whole new light, not a living light but still a new one. Being dead wasn't like being a drifter spirit, she felt stronger and didn't burn out as quickly as she did before. But things weren't all good for her, Lydia couldn't hear her anymore and Stiles was still awol.  

After the funeral Jersey had gone to her house and spent the night getting stronger. She did little tricks to build up her strength, like moving pencils and flickering lights. The next day she went to find Lydia and get the redhead to listen to her. 

Jersey stood in the doorway of Lydia's room, absent-minded talking to the other girl as Lydia decided between a white lace cardigan to go over her dress or a grayish blue denim jacket. After what felt like hours Lydia tossed both Jackets down and simply went without. She grabbed her purse and headed for the door. 

Jersey stepped aside and let Lydia walk passed her before she followed. Still Jersey continued to talk about anything that came to mind, being dead, Stiles killing her, Lydia being to picky about what she wears, but still Lydia couldn't hear her. 

Lydia left her large house and got in her car, putting on some music before driving off. Jersey let out a long sigh as she laid flat on the backseat of the car. Lydia drove around for awhile before she picked up Aiden, and at that point Jersey gave up talking to the redhead.

"Lydia! Lydia stop!" Aiden called out. The car came to a screeching halt, startling Jersey. She sat up right and watched as both Aiden and Lydia ran out of the car. Jersey's eyes widened when she saw Aiden carrying a very unconscious Stiles back to the car. 

Aiden set Stiles down in the backseat of the car. "We have to get him to Scott's." Aiden said as he stood upright. Jersey looked down at Stiles, he was pale with dark bags under his eyes, blood covered his stomach and stuck his grey shirt to his skin. A long deep cut ran along his abdomen, a cut that should have killed him but it hadn't.

***

"Set him down on the couch." Scott ordered Aiden as him and the other wolf gently carried Stiles towards the couch. Scott, Aiden, Lydia, Deaton, and Melissa were all huddled in the room, worry covered everyone's faces.

"He should be at a hospital." Melissa said, looking at this from a nurses point of view, but this wasn't something you could just take to a hospital. 

Scott looked back at his mom. "Don't you remember what happened last time he was at the hospital." Scott pointed out. The last time Stiles was at the hospital he closed his hands around Jersey throat until she was dead. Jersey knew that it wasn't Stiles that killed her but she still couldn't shake the slightest feeling of resentment she felt towards him.

"The good news is he isn't bleeding." Deaton said as he looked over Stiles wound. He furrowed his brow as he moved a piece of Stiles' shirt away from the wound. "I think he might even be healing."

Aiden's eyes widened. "Healing like we heal?" He asked. 

"That's good right?" Scott questioned, a tiny bit of optimism hung in his voice. 

"For him yes, for us i'm not so sure." Deaton informed the group. Jersey scoffed, of course it wasn't going to be good for the pack, they never seemed to catch a break. Jersey sighed as she walked over to Lydia, who stood further away from everyone else.

"I know your banshee skills are still a work in progress but it's be great if you could hear me." Jersey said, watching as Scott, Aiden, and Deaton decided what to do with Stiles.

Lydia still seemed so shocked by everything, she had a cold unresponsive look in her eyes as she stared blankly at Stiles. She had to have had a million thoughts running through her head all at once. Jersey doubted she was going to be able to get Lydia to hear her, she was a little preoccupied after all. 

Jersey looked over at Scott, Deaton, and Aiden. Aiden was holding Stiles mouth open as Deaton dropped some kind of liquid into Stiles mouth. Whatever the liquid was the Nogitsune didn't like it. Stiles' eyes shot open and he grabbed Aiden by the neck. 

A wicked smile crept on to Stiles' lips as he strangled Aiden. "Get him off of me!" Aiden snapped at Scott. Scott grabbed Stiles' wrist, with his strength and Aiden's they got Stiles' hand away from Aiden's neck.

Stiles' hand began to shake and his smile faded away. He clenched his jaw as he fell back against the couch, he was furious as he glared at Scott. "Kanima venom, nice touch." 

Stiles turned his attention back to Aiden, a mischivious look in his eyes. "They say that twins can feel when the other ones in pain, you didn't lose that talent to did you?" He watched as Aiden's face fell from angry to nervous. "Oh i hope not because you're going to need it. I'll give you a little hint, Ethan's at the school."

"Go!" Scott told Aiden and without a second thought Aiden bolted out of the room. 

Stiles' bitter, mischievous smile came back as he watched Aiden run. "Oh, i hope he gets there in time." Stiles chuckled, finding amusement in the pain he was causing others. "I like the twins. Short tempers, homicidal compulsions, They're a lot more fun then you, trying to save the world everyday."

"Doc, you brought something to paralyze his body how about his mouth?" Melissa asked. Stiles' amusement faded when he watched Deaton pull out duct tap and place it over his mouth.

With the Nogitsune subdued Deaton, Lydia, Melissa, and Scott went to the kitchen to talk. Leaving Stiles alone with Jersey. The Nogitsune turned his dark eyes towards Jersey, he was clearly smirking even if his mouth was covered by duct tap.

Jersey wasn't an angry person, she liked to think that most problems could be solved by talking. But in this moment Jersey wanted nothing more then to hurt the Nogitsune, if it wasn't for the body he was wearing she probably would have tried.

"You're going to lose, Scott will find a way to get you out of Stiles and kill you." Jersey snapped, a furious glare in her blue eyes. The Nogitsune rolled his eyes and tried to speak but the duct tap kept his mouth closed.

Jersey clenched her jaw as she stepped closer to Stiles, she grabbed the edge of the duct tap and tore it from his mouth. The Nogitsune raised a brow. "You got that on your first try, wow." He taunted, keeping his voice low so the others wouldn't hear him. "I wasn't expecting to see you again, i thought you would have taken my generosity and moved on." 

Jersey's glare darkened. "You really thought that killing me was generous?" The Nogitsune tilted his head and smirked.

"You could be at peace right now, where ever that is. Instead you chose to wither away here all for Stiles. It's pathetic." The Nogitsune's eyes darkened, all the amusement faded away. Jersey scoffed and stuck the tape back over his mouth. 

Maybe the Nogitsune was right to call her pathetic for staying on earth, but what he deemed pathetic she considered admirable. She was fine with not being at peace if it meant she could make sure her friends were safe, that Stiles was safe.