Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 27

I ditched my kit in the locker room, however staying in my Jersey and a pair of skinny jeans as well as a pair of sneakers. I crept into the boys locker room, hiding behind lockers so I wouldn't be heard.
"What did you do to me?"
"You were cut with a poisoned blade. It was laced with wolfsbane. It won't kill you. But this will." I heard something begin to heat up and looked around. For something, strangely enough finding nothing of use, so I decided to creep that little bit closer and hide behind more lockers.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" I watched Brett try to crawl away, his eyes meeting my incredibly worried ones. I held a finger to my lips.
"Because you're worth a lot of money, Brett." I watched this girl quickly position herself above Bretts back and slip something around his neck before pulling it, but I didn't take my chance until she had left him alone, alive on the ground. I tilted my head curiously but soon saw Scott walk in, this girl soon going for him. She was smiling because she thought she had caught the Alpha, the one worth much more than Brett. I spotted a very familiar metal baseball bat and grabbed it, heading straight over to them and slamming it against the back of her knees and making her fall, releasing the string and allowing Scott to pull himself free of it. I dropped the bat and pushed her front to the floor while sitting comfortably on her back and pinning her legs down with mine, her arms pinned behind her back.
"I suggest you take Brett and get some help." I slammed her head against the ground once, not too hard, just hard enough to knock her out and not leave a mark. Even then, it took five seconds for Stiles to slide through the door. "Stiles, how lovely, do me one and call your dad?" He nodded and ran over to his locker and grabbing his phone before dialling his dad's number.

Parrish was the one to walk her out of the locker room while I stayed with Brett, Stiles helping to pin him to the metal table in the animal clinic while the boy was coughing up a yellow liquid.
"What the hell is happening to this kid?" Stiles asked while I tried to hold Brett's head still, Derek trying to hold down his other side as Deaton spoke.
"He's been poisoned by a rare kind of wolfsbane. I need to make an incision and you need to hold him as still as possible."
"Hey Derek, how about a little werewolf strength?"
"Yeah I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength." I nodded in agreement, although I had noticed Derek's eyes had returned from blue to yellow since the 'Miguel' incident as I have dubbed it.
"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him." The two tried to hold him tighter and it was working...
"I think he's slipping. I don't think I can hold him." Brett managed to get himself off the table and stand up, forcing everyone away and that is just when Peter showed up and punched him in the face and made him go unconscious, such timing...such timing. By then it was easy to make the incision.
"Is he okay?" I asked, kneeling next to him and patting down his hair a little bit.
"I think he'll be fine. But he'll be out for a little while."
"Guys can you hear that? I think he's saying something." I knew what he was muttering and mouthed it as he said it.
"The sun, the moon, the truth."
"Three things cannot long be hidden. The sun, the moon, and the truth." Deaton quoted, looking over to my brother. "It's Buddhist." Derek looked over to Peter who in turn looked over to me. We all knew who came to mind.
"Satomi." Peter stated and I nodded.
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I sat in my room flicking through a textbook, the house empty, when I heard the faint sound of someone knocking on the front door. Now Stiles and Lydia had unlocked the third section of the dead pool and we were all aware of that, so when I heard the front door gently open after a couple knocks, I became sceptical and grabbed my phone. Despite the fact today was the PSAT's, I had stayed home because I didn't 'feel well', when I actually felt fine, I heard the front door hit a wall and cautious footsteps downstairs. Stiles was taking his PSAT's and the Sheriff was at work, so it couldn't be wither of them. I looked around my room and noticed the attic hatch was in here, so I shifted it to the side and quickly climbed in, shifting it back to the side to cover the hole, but I failed Stiles' number anyway, getting answer machine, so I left a voice message, and another and another, telling him to call me as soon as he could.
"Stiles..." I whispered, hearing this person downstairs. "Stiles there's someone in the house." I stayed as quiet as possible. "I-I don't know who it is, your dad's at work." My breath hitched when I heard a room down the hall open. "They're searching in the house...they're upstairs, going through- your room." I stayed quiet, my voice breaking at one point when I heard a door be forced open, Stiles' door, and I switched to texting him, hoping to get a reply soon.

It's freaking me out.
They're getting closer to my room.
Stiles, please...answer.
I'm in the attic and everything's going wrong.
Stiles.
Stiles.
Please answer.
That person's in my room. I can hear them.

I even went as far as to message Derek the exact same things.
I tried calling Stiles one more time and this time the call went through.
"Stile?" Yet again I was whispering.
"(Y/n), are you okay? I've got seventeen missed calls from you."
"Stiles..." my voice was shaking and very quiet as I moved away from the hatch.
"Why are you whispering? Why's it so quiet?"
"There's someone here." I heard something smash in the room below me.
"(Y/n), where are you? What's going on? I-I don't know, apparently there's someone in the house. (Y/n)?"
"I-I'm in the attic. They're in my room." My voice was shaking and tears were falling from my eyes.
"(Y/n)~? I know you're here." I heard someone chuckle. "I'm only here because you've got fifteen million to your name, just like your brother!"
"(Y/n), give me, ten minutes, I'll be there in ten minutes okay?" I whimpered, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Seriously what's going on? Someone's trying to kill (Y/n), they're at my house. (Y/n)'s on the dead pool? She's worth fifteen million."
"Stiles...?"
"Yeah? Are you okay?" I swallowed thickly.
"She knows I'm in the attic."