Bitten

Chapter 25

I woke up in bed next to Stiles, who was still asleep and nearly naked. I was recently changed by a group of steampunk scientists or geneticists or whatever. So I could smell the emotions emanating off of my boyfriend. He was scared. Actually, he was terrified. So would I, if I thought I was going to die soon. I stared at him until he woke up. "Hi." He said. I wrapped my arms around his waist and sighed. "We're going to end this today." Stiles said looking at me. "What?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows, taken aback. "I thought we had more time?" I asked. "So did I...but I was wrong." He stated climbing out of the bed, getting dressed. "What are you going to do?" I asked watching him walk around searching for a shirt to wear over his iconic red and blue suit. "I...don't know but I'm sure I'll figure something out. After all, it is me we're talking about here." Stiles said with a sigh. He put on his best smile to hide the fact that he was terrified. I got off the bed and walked to him. "You can't fool me, Webhead. I can tell you're nervous I can smell it." I stated. I wrapped my arms around him and put my chin on his chest, looking up at him. "If you were going to die...you wouldn't be nervous?" He asked me grabbing my shoulders. His eyes danced as he looked into my eyes, searching for an answer. I opened my mouth to say something. For once, I didn't know what to say. No sarcastic comment. No jokes. No words of wisdom. Nothing. My mind had finally realized that I had no real advice to give to him. It was finally dawning upon me that my boyfriend had given up. He lost his happy-go-lucky personality that he once wore before. All of his actions were done with more passion and effort thinking they would be his last. I think Stiles knew what was going to happen. He knew better than the others...he knew that he was going to die. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

A tear rolled down my face as I stared at him. "I don't want you to go." I said barely over a whisper. "I'm not sure anybody does." Stiles said with a smile. He wrapped his long arms around me and held me close to him. After a while, he let go and kissed my lips. He slipped his webshooters over his wrists and left the room with a final smile. I stood frozen as tears rolled down my cheeks. He returned nearly running back inside. He lifted me into the air and smashed his lips against mine. "You didn't think I was leaving without a goodbye, did you?" He said cocking his head to the right with a smirk. "You better come back. Or I swear I will resurrect you and kill you myself." I threatened. "Surprisingly...that's not the first time I've been told that." Stiles said furrowing his eyebrows. He smirked and left.

Stiles POV

I stood next to Scott with my arms crossed over chest. "What's the plan, Tony?" I asked looking at him. "Don't ask me. I'm not the super genius on supernatural creatures." Tony countered. I rolled my eyes. I thought for a moment. "I'll come with something." I said with a shrug as Felicia walked downstairs in clothes. She smiled at me in her cat suit. I sighed. I walked forward before nearly falling forward into Captain. "Sorry." I said holding my head. "Whoa. You good kid?" Steve asked. "Uh. Yeah. Just a little lightheaded." I lied. "I could practically smell you lie. And I don't have supernatural abilities." Natasha said looking at me. I sighed. "So I'm a little weak. So what?" I said taking in a breath. "We need to get rid of this thing inside you. Before we lose you for good this time." Steve said. I nodded with a sigh. "Good plan." I stated.