Helpful Hand (2)

Chapter 5

Author's Note:

WARNING: This chapter is a little more graphic(?) than I usually write. At least in my opinion. So, read with caution or skip it, and wait for the next chapter to which I will give a quick summary of what happened in this chapter.

Anyway, I hate the new Wattpad update, but what's new? I always hate the new updates.

College Questions: What is your best skill?

Me: *shrugs* Writing

College response: How do you use this skill?

Me: ... fanfiction?

As you can see, I hate writing about myself but I try. You want me to write a passionate love story about a vampire or werewolf, I am your person. But you want me to write about myself and my feelings, haha you'd have an easier time climbing Mount Everest.

So, to the college kids who happen to be reading this or anyone with a job, I wish I was as strong as you guys.

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Soon after Stiles explained the situation to Hayley and Derek, Klaus revealed to the lot of them that not only was Mikael back from the dead, but so was Ester. Stiles' once calm composure that developed throughout the day had completely shattered.

He felt vibrations corse through his body. No matter how hard he tried to keep his body still, the buzzing he felt wouldn't go away. So, he did the one thing his body would allow him to do, run.

There was a vague memory of multiple people calling out to him, but he ignored it. Stiles couldn't stand to be in the compound for another second. He didn't know where he was going, but all he knew was that he had to run forward. He wasn't sure if he was a mile away or a state away.

There was this impulse that kept him moving forward until he finally stopped. When he did he found himself in the middle of a one way street. Stiles tried to focus, but nothing seemed to stop the buzzing. His vision and hearing seemed to be in hyper focus.

Stiles clenched his teeth, but all he could hear was a distant deer running in the opposite direction and an owl hooting. Everything was so clear, it was almost like he could feel their sound waves. The leaves were shaking from the nearby drift and the light of the moon seemed HD. He tried to focus on one thing at a time until he heard a crash and soon after screaming. He speed forward another mile, and a lady who seemed to be in her mid-thirties was trapped in her car. She had taken a sharp turn, tumbled her car upside down, and landed into a small ditch.

She called out to him with a weak, "Help." The unknown lady seemed to be going in an out of conscious and by the looks of it, was bleeding out from her injuries.

Stiles - who no longer had control over his body - stalked forward and crouched down. He leaned forward with his arms against his thighs, and slightly tilted his head like a confused animal.

The lady once again whispered, "Please, help."

The words didn't register with Stiles. Every word sounded muffled and all he could think about is the pain she was in. Then, there was this surge of hunger coursing through this body. He could feel his face start to shift no matter how hard he tried to keep it at bay. His impulses were winning his internal struggle.

He stood up and reached forward to rip the car door off its hinges. The lady gasped at his strength and her hope soon turned to fear. Stiles reached for her and she swiped the sunglasses off his face. When she saw his eyes, all she could do was scream. He just ignored her and tugged her out of the car. He tightly gripped her arms while he fed and she begged.

"Please, please, God. I won't drink again, just please help. Sir, you don't have to do this," She begged and the only thing that registered in Stiles was her puffy eyes. He's seen those red puffy eyes a thousand times.

His father had those same puffy eyes. After Claudia Stilinski died, all Noah could do was drown himself in grief and alcohol. If he wasn't crying his soul out, he was drinking or doing both. Stiles could remember those eyes clear as day when he woke up for school and saw his father blankly staring at the wall. He had the eyes of a man with a shattered spirit. It took a long while for a spark to come back.

He seen it in Scott when they were little and the boy realized his father was a dead beat. Soon after, Allison died, and those puffy eyes came back, and became a defining feature of his best friend for a long time after. Scott no longer had the eyes of a boy who had hope for the world, but the eyes of man who understood the reality of it.

Hayley has those puffy eyes more often then not. Her heart clenching too much at the loss of her daughter. If there was a noise Stiles wanted to forget, her crying was high on the list. When she wasn't crying, she had the look of determination and revenge. It was rare her eyes would crinkle of pure happiness.

Stiles saw his own eyes the most. His mother died and he was left alone with a father who was shattered by the loss of his wife. He didn't truly get him back until high school, and it didn't help much when all his loved ones were constantly in danger. Loss after loss, he wondered how much more youthful he would have looked if not for the added trauma.

He looked at the reflection of himself in her eyes and quickly snapped back into reality. The lady, laid limp in his hands; no longer fighting back but her heartbeat was still there. It was faint but there was still hope. Stiles instantly carried her in his arms and rushed her to the nearest hospital. When a nurse took her away, he vacated before he was asked any questions.

Once he made it to a secluded area, he realized what he did or was about to do. The pain and adrenaline was the one thing keeping her body responsive. If he had taken anymore she would have died. He almost killed her. Stiles grabbed a cigarette out of his pocket and soon lit it. He took a drag and forces himself to calm down.

When he turned his phone on, he had several missed calls. Mainly from Hayley and Derek. There was some from Klaus and Elijah, but he knew that the Originals knew that if he didn't answer after the first three; there was little hope of him answering the next one. He was about to call Hayley when another call from her came in. He answered it.

"Hello!" Hayley screamed, and Stiles winced at her volume.

"I'm okay, Hayley," Stiles weakly answered. He heard a scoff on the other end and she replied, "Like hell you are! You just left without a word and we've been trying to get a hold of you for over two hours. Two freaking hours!"

Stiles sighed and took another drag. He exhaled and said, "Yeah, I know. I'll be home soon, just... I'll be home soon, okay? Tomorrow, we will talk about it. Just not tonight."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. He heard her sigh before answering, "Okay, tomorrow. I'm holding you to that."

He weakly smiled when replying, "Wouldn't expect anything less."

He hung up after that and waited a moment before getting up to head back. When he did, he went to Klaus' room. Before he could knock on the door, the Original swung it open and started asking, "Where did y-"

Stiles cut him off before he could finish with a kiss. Klaus responded until he pulled back and gave Stiles a glare. "I don't think now is the time for that? Where did you go?"

The younger man huffed and stepped closer. He wanted there to be as little space as possible. His hands clutching at Klaus' shirt and looked at him with a pleading expression. "Tonight can you just make me forget, please? Tonight I don't want to think."

Klaus looked ready to protest and Stiles leaned forward in another kiss. This time he pulled back, far away enough to give him one last look of desperation and whispering a soft, "Please."

The vampire gave him a soft nod and took him into his room. Klaus didn't give him much to think about for the rest of the night.