Violet

Breaking the Spell

"There are various myths as to where exactly the Sirens originate." Deaton speaks to Scott, Stiles and I as we stand around the back room of the animal clinic.

"According to Roman poets, Sirenum scopuli were a group of small, rocky islands where the Sirens of greek mythology lived and lured sailors to their deaths." He pulls out a box of dusts and herbs in glass jars as he speaks.

"In later tales it was thought to be a specific island with the name Anthemoessa." Deaton picks up a jar full of white flower petals, they have a shine to them, almost glittery.

"The name comes from a flower with special properties, that is native to the island. The only thing capable of shattering a Sirens hold."

Deaton sets the jar on the metal table. Scott picks it up and examines it.

"So this Antho-" Scott begins mispronouncing the name.

"Anthemoessa." Deaton corrects with a polite smile.

"Right. It'll save him?" Scott looks at Stiles.

"Probably." Deaton takes the jar back from him and turns to the counter, beginning to mix some of the flowers with other ingredients.

"Prob-" Stiles looks at Deaton's back then to Scott. "Probably?"

I take his hand and he threads his fingers through mine.

"Now, I must warn you, the dissolving of the enchantment will not be a pleasant feeling." Deaton turns, holding a small wooden bowl with the liquid he's concocted. "For either of you." He looks between Stiles and myself.

"Violet, can you come here please?" Deaton asks me, sitting the bowl on the metal table.

I look at Stiles who squeezes my hand and kisses the top of my head, encouraging me to proceed. I let go of his hand and step towards the table, standing across from Deaton. He turns to grab something from under the counter before facing me, holding out his hand.

"Your arm, please." His respectful manor doesn't help my nerves, I'm not sure what he's about to do but I have an inkling it won't be pleasant.

I do as he asks and he takes my wrist, I look back at Stiles who is watching us protectively.

"My apologies for this." He says before swiflty raising a blade and slicing my arm.

Stiles is at my side in an instant, grabing Deaton's hand in a threatening manor. Deaton smiles, seemingly unphased, and scoots the bowl with his free hand until its directly under the stream of blood pouring from the new gash in my arm.

"Necessary." Is all he says, eyes going to Stiles' death grip on his wrist.

Stiles still looks angry but let's Deaton go. He stays by my side as I continue to bleed into the bowl.

"Scott, do me a favor and grab a cloth for Violet's wound." Deaton requests as he stirs the contents of the bowl.

Scott grabs a towel and hands it to Stiles who wraps it around my arm, tying it firmly.

"I'm okay, it's not that bad." I smile at him and he kisses my forehead.

"Now," Deaton has finished stirring and holds the bowl up to Stiles. "Drink."

Stiles and I look from the bowl to each other and back to Deaton.

"Drink?" Stiles asks, disgusted.

"Yes, what else would you do with it." Deaton says, as if we have the slightest clue how any of this stuff works.

"Uh, okay." Stiles takes the bowl, a little blood gets on his hand and he gags. "Oh god, this, ugh, I don't think I should drink this."

"Dude, just suck it up. Drink it." Scott orders his friend, Stiles looking back at him in betrayal.

"Easy for you to say, you don't have to ingest your girlfriends blood."

"There's flowers in there too." I joke, patting him on the back.

"Whose side are you on?" Stiles looks at me, eyes squinted.

"Yours." I kiss him, a kiss so passionate Scott clears his throat to remind us we're not alone.

I'm terrified he's not going to feel the same about me once this is over, I finally pull away from him. I see in his eyes that, despite the promise of his feelings being true, he's fearful too. Scared that what we've had really is just a supernatural, fictitious love and nothing more.

He turns his attention back to the bowl. Stiles takes a deep breath and goes for it, chugging the contents. He slams the empty bowl to the table making a putrid face and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Ugh, that was just as awful as I thought it would be." He coughs and puts his fist to his mouth, trying to keep the mixture in.

We all look at him, awaiting some sign that the spell is lifted.

Stiles looks around at each of us and throws his hands up, disappointed.

"I don't feel any different."

"Maybe it didn't work." Scott's hope fades.

"I believe it did." Deaton says in confidence, still watching Stiles.

Stiles has his brows furrowed and he's leaned onto the table for support. He grabs his head and staggers back, Scott and I rush to help keep him upright.

"Stiles?" Scott's voice sounds distant.

I look over at him and notice my vision has started to blur. I attempt to focus my eyes on Stiles, his have rolled to the back of his head, only the whites visible. I try to say his name but my voice catches in my throat, I feel my knees giving way and I fall backwards onto the floor.

My eyelids feel heavy, my blinks slow. I see Scott lay Stiles down beside me, he's unconscious now. A splitting headache hits me out of nowhere and I squeeze my eyes shut, I want to reach my hands up to rub my throbbing temples but they're as heavy as lead.

I manage to move my fingers enough to grab Stiles' hand. With every slow motion blink, purple edges into my vision, until its all I see.

Pulsating, neon purple.

My breath becomes weaker and I use all the strength I can muster to grip Stiles' hand. It's like this massive, invisible force is squeezing the life out of me.

Suddenly I feel like my entire body is being struck by lightning, white hot pain like I've never felt.

I bolt upright, screaming in agony.

I don't recognize the sound coming out of my own mouth, it's barbaric.

I hardly even realize Stiles is also screaming, gripping my hand so tightly it would hurt if I wasn't already feeling this immense torture.

It stops as suddenly as it started, I blink and my vision is back to normal, I'm sweaty and exhausted. Stiles and I look at each other breifly before both passing out.

***

"How long will they be like this?" I hear Scott's voice as I stir awake.

"Violet should wake up any minute, Stiles on the other hand will be out for at least twenty-four hours."

I turn my head to look at Stiles, unconscious beside me. I smile at our still intertwined fingers and watch his chest rise and fall as he breaths.

I'm happy that he's safe now, but I selfishly am going to miss the way he craved me while under my Siren influence.

I'm not sure if thats my needy teen girl side or my hypnotic death creature side.

When he wakes we'll see if what we had was ever real at all.