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Stiles steps into his home he's missed so much, taking a deep breath of the homey scent he hasn't smelled in a while. He'd almost forgot where everything was. He had to take a mini tour around his own house. Through the living room, kitchen, then the dining is where everything hit him. All the picture frames of him and his parent circling along the wall, atop of book shelves He dragged his fingertips along the silver and wooden frames feeling the memories that each picture holds. A certain picture caught his eye, and he picked it up with a sad smile. It was of him and his mother sitting a little chair in the corner of his bedroom when he was nine. He sat on his mothers lap as she read Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Suess. He remembered that day perfectly.

"'I dont like green eggs and ham, sam I am'," his mother said in a goofy voice as she read the story to the small boy in her lap. Stiles let out a small giggle as she read. As the two read the story Noah crept quietly in the room with a video camera wanting to capture the sweet moment.

"Noah," Claudia groaned covering her fave with her hair. In a joking manner, Claudia wasn't a big fan of the camera, but did love taking pictures with her family.

"Hi daddy!" Stiles said looking up from the pages.

"Hey kiddo!" Noah responded to his son.

"Just pretend like im not even here," Noah said to Claudia still looking through the camera. Claudia rolled her eyes in response going back to reading.

'Would you like them here? Would you like them there?' ' I would not like them here, I would not like them there. I would not like them anywhere. I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam I Am.' Stiles let out small giggles as his mother read and his young eyes scanned over the funny pictures.

Stiles smiled with a small chuckle as he set the photo down. He missed the good things in his life before it all went to shit. And it didn't start with the supernatural like you may think it did, it started when his mother got sick. Thats when everything went down hill. Stiles continued brushing his fingers on the dusty frames till he exited the large room.

He walks through the hallway and up the stairs that he usualy bounces upon with energy. Into his room that was exactly how he left it for what seemed like an eternity ago. Bed sheets out of place, some articles of clothing scattered the floor. Stiles let a small smile form on his face, remembering when he was a little spastic. It felt like a long time ago, and he's changed. He doesn't have the same energy he used to have, the same light. It may seem like everythings okay, but he knows it's not and never will be. With a sigh Stiles kicks off his shoes changing into his pajamas and plopped on his bed. With a heavy breathe out, Stiles brought the covers close to his chest and let his eye flutter close peacefully.

Although, it wasn't peaceful the whole night. Stiles didn't have such good sleep. He had these flashes of the worst of everything. He mostly over thought what could happen if Cade's plan worked, if the pack couldn't stop them. He tossed and turned through the night with a cold sweat on his skin. It soon became too much for him. Stiles sat up quick in bed breathing heavily. He gave out a sound of disgust as he rubbed his face and felt the sweat that coated his skin. Stiles got out of bed and sluggishly trudged down the stairs and into the dark kitchen for a glass of water. Stiles downed the water in seconds, slamming the cup on the marble counter.

"I have to do something about this," Stiles muttered to himself.

"Somthing about what?" He hears his father's voice behind him. Stiles turned to lean against the counter, his father still waiting for a response. "What's goin' on kiddo. You can tell me anything,"

"I know dad, its just... I feel like if I tell you then you'll be in danger too. And not just from other things but from me," Noah stayed quiet with a questioning look wanting his son to continue.

"I'm dangerous, Dad. No matter how I seem or what I do, I'm dangerous. Im a danger to everyone around me. Everything I touch. Hell, I'm a danger to myself. And I don't  know what to do. I never wanted any of this," Stiles had tears in his eyes while he spoke, sobs in his words and cracks in his voice.

Noah was broken seeing his son in such a state. It's not often that he break down like this and when he does its a huge deal. Nearly the end of the world it seemed. Noah was quick to hug his son before as if the boy was about to collapse to the ground. Stiles clung to his father like magnet to steel, sobbing in the older mans shoulder, hear soft 'hush' in his war slowing calming him. His sobs soon turned to silence. Stiles felt calm, relieved that he could get that out, and letting it out to his dad made it even more relieving, hence they don't talk very often. Noah looked at his son, wiping the tears from his eyes and gave him a light sad smile which he returned.

"Try and get some sleep, okay?" Stiles nodded and headed up the stairs after his father. He knew he wasn't going to get any sleep that night, and he didn't. Not a wink ofsleep. Stiles just stared up at the ceiling or out the window watching the skylight change.

He barely even blinked through the night. He just couldn't bear to see it again. Stiles watched the moon and stars slowly fade away peacefully, wishing he could have the type of peace for himself but of course thing are never how they want them to be.

Stiles made only the slightest movements to look over at his alarm and turn it off. He rubbed his eyes with a yawn then stared at the ceiling some more. The was a small double knock at the door then his father swung the door open.

"Hey kiddo, get your butt to school. Don't be late," Noah said then left, leaving the door open. Stiles sighed and forced himself out of bed and across the hall to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, Stiles has dark circles and bags under his eyes. Stiles sighs again then begins to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Let's just say Stiles did a lot of sighing this morning.

Getting to school Stiles trudged tiredly down the hallways leaning against the lockers for support. His legs felt wobbly, and heavy as lead with each step. The boy could barely keep his eyes open. Suddenly Kira steps in front of him with a worrysome look.

"Stiles, you don't look so good," Stiles shook his head in denial and continued to walk to class. He straightened his stance ignoring how tired his body was.

"See, I'm fine," he said in a slightly more energized voice and a smile she knew was fake. Kira was still unsure of it though. She was never one to push but seeing Stiles like this she knew she has to.

"I don't believe you. You look like you haven't slept or eaten in too long. When was the last time you did either of those things?" She pushed irritated with his stubbornness. Stiles stay silent as he thought about either of those.

"See, if you have to think about it than its been too long,"

"Kira I'm fine. Please don't tell anyone, especially Scott. I don't want him worrying about me more than he already does," Stiles pleaded to her. He's already had the whole pack worried to death for the past month and he doesn't want them worried about him any longer. Kira huffed and crossed her arms.

"Fine. But are you sure you're okay?" She asked again for reassurance. Stiles nodded with again a fake smile.

"I don't believe you... but okay, whatever. Just dont pass out or anything today, okay?"

"Got it. Bye Kira!" Stiles said after her as she walked away. Stiles huffed and rubbed at his eyes making his way down to his classroom. Stiles made it to class 10 minutes early so he tried to sleep but couldn't find it in himself to even put his head down. As he failed his attepmps to sleep the bell rung tjat startled him and he looks up to see Scott in front of him. Great, more worrisome faces.

"Stiles you don't look so good," Scott said putting his hand on Stiles' cheek. Stiles instantly melted at his touch then saddened when he removed it.

"N-no, I'm fine," he responded then yawned.

"You hesitated," Scott stated with an eye roll.

"Don't worry about me, okay? Im fine, I promise," Stiles said with a smile. Scott shrugged and sat in the seat behind Stiles. The day seemed to drag on for days to Stiles. Each class period feeling like hours and making him more irritated with each minute.

When the lunch bell rang Stiles stormed down the halls and barged in cafeteria not realizing  he liked so upset. Like someone kicked his puppy. He saw a few of his friends sitting at a table talking and laughing, that made him ease up a bit. He walked over to the group and wedged himself between Lydia and Scott, the two much important people to him. Well, them and including his dad. Stiles let his head thud on the wooden table with a load groan.

"You okay Stiles?" Lydia asked nudging his shoulder.

"Im fine," was his response in a negative tone. His friends around him furrowed their eyebrows at him in question.

"What's going on Sti? Talk to me," Scott said to him in a soothing voice. Scott hoped thats Stikes was to calm down and open up especiallt to him, but Stiles was clear from calm.

"I said I'm fine!" He snapped flowing his eyes brightly at Scott. Scott lean back in surprise at the foxes out burst. Scott was hurt seeing him like this. To be honest, they all were. Scott coward down in his seat, his eyes lowered, fixed on his food tray.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to burst like that," Stiles sighed hugging Scott's side. Scott eased in his arms and laid his head on Stiles shoulder.

"I knew you weren't fine! What the hell is going on with you?!"Kira said with a death glare and stern tone.

"Its none of your damn business!" Stiles shouted slamming his hands on the table grabbing the attention of all the students in the cafeteria. His claws were out and he was shaking with fury. Seeing all the faces staring back at him Stiles stood from the table and stormed out.

Stiles walked far and long down the hallways. His mind was all over the place. He didnt know how to feel or what to think. He was numb.

Emotionless.

A thin lay of sweat coated his forehead and he was heaving for air. He started to think it was a  panic attack which made his panic grow even more. He tried to find an empty classroom but struggled with his off balance feet and out of focus sight.

Suddenly everything stopped in place when his ears picked up the sound of crying. Uncontrollably he growled and eyes flashed as be followed the sound.

It hurts...make it stop...

The voice sobbed. There was a little voice in his head that kept saying feed over and over in his head. Stiles smirked one he got to the source of cried. It was a girl, his age, in his grade. They shared a couple of classes together. Her name is Anna. But that didn't stop Stiles at all. He crouched  her down in front of her a fake sadden look of his face as mascara tear stained face looked back up to him.

"It hurts doesn't it? All the pain. You just want to get rid of it, huh," Stiles said. Anna nodded as she wiped her face.

"I look pretty pathetic to you, don't I?"She said in a dry chuckle.

"No. It happens to the best of us," Stiles glowed his eyes at her, her gazed locked onto his.

"Don't move, don't make a sound," he orders her. Stiles gripped her hand tightly around her wrist, veins up his arms a dark black. Draining the innocent girl before him. Just by this Stiles instantly felt energized, he felt stronger, skin less pale. Uncontrollable. He couldn't stop, and frankly didn't want to. Stiles couldn't remember the last time he fed, a few weeks ago, maybe a month ago. Stiles' grip on her tightened horrifically. All feeling lost in her fingers, so tight her wrist broke but she only winces for he told her to not make any sounds.

"Stiles?!" came a voice from down the hall, then four sets of feet running in Stiles direction.

"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?! You can't do this," Scott said in a whispered yell pulling Stiles away from Anna that they all recognized. Stiles pushed Scott off him with a menacing growl. Scott shoved him back with an equally bad growl, an instinct to not let Stiles push him around, especially not when he acted like this. Stiles shoves Scott into the metal lockers along the halls with a loud clash. Behind them Liam Kira, and Lydia were trying to help Anna but she was still under the influence of Stiles. Stiles embedded his claws deep in  Scott's side, the alpha wincing in pain.

"I can do more than just take your pain and chaos Scotty boy. I'll take your life... Your power," Stiles threatened to him. Scott growled back, definitely not letting that happen ever. Scott glowed his bright eyes at Stiles in an overpowering way. At just the light of the red eyes Stiles' whole mood changed, like he got back his sense of reality. Stiles looked up at Scott then to his friends to the side with Anna.

"What happened?" He asked completely confused of whats going on around him. Stiles hadn't remember any of the current events.

"You serious right now?" Lydia looked t him with disbelief. Stiles only gave back a clueless look. "You nearly killed Anna," Lydia wasn't too rough in her tone knowing Stiles hadn't intended any of this and she didn't want him to feel worst.

"You need to help her. Fix whatever you did to her," Scott said nodding to the frozen Anna on the floor. Stiles muttered 'shit' Under his breath then rushed to Anna's aid. He lifted her chin to look in her eyes. his eyes glowed into her light blue eyes, his light shining bright on her face.

"Anna? You are going to forget what happened here at lunch today, okay? You never saw me today. You were sitting here in the hall studying some extra notes as you ate. You were never crying today. You just simply wanted some peace to study. Now you're going to go to your next class and do some extra work because you have extra time to use loosely. You never saw me," Stiles instructed to her. He held her wrist softly in his hands as he spoke to her. He didn't realize at all what he was doing but the others did. A light, as bright as his eyes shown through the crevices of his fingers. They didn't know what was happening just stayed quiet as they watched him. Anna nodded and stood up taking her back with her and walked down the hallway. Like nothing even happened. Stiles sat  back hugging his knees to his chest still in awe and shock of what happened. 

"Okay, can someone please tell ne what the hell just happened and why I had to erase me of her memory for today?" he said looking up at all of them.

"How much of today do you remember of today?" Kira asked instead.

"I remember up until the beginning of lunch then the rest is a blur,"

"Well, we don't know for sure what happened but, you snapped at lunch and stormed out, we went looking for you, then we found you here draining nearly the life out of this girl," Liam explained as nonchalantly as it can get.

"What were you thinking Stiles?" Scott questioned.

"I wasn't. I was just so hungry, and when I saw her like how she was when I found her, I had to feed. And I'm still so hungry,"

"Hunger makes you go this crazy, when was the last time you ate food, Stiles?" Lydia asked bending down next to him and resting her hand on top of his knee.

"I-I don't know, maybe a month ago? I don't eat,"

"Stiles thats ridiculous, you need to eat or you wouldn't be alive right now," Stiles held his hand out giving Lydia a look of approval on which she nodded. Stiles took her hand letting the dark veins shoot up his arm. Lydia pulled her hand to her chest quick, her eyes wide. No words were said more for they understood what Stiles meant. They were just still shock by it.

"Don't you see? Im a monster!"

"Stiles, you not a monster. Don't say that," Liam tried to reason with him but Stiles jist shook his head.

"Yes I am. I feed on people, kill people just by draining the life out of them with one touch,"

"What do you mean?" Kira asked.

"I've killed people. I killed them because I can't control myself and can't be controlled. I'm out of my mind!" Stiles took a deep breath then stood and walked out School.

You hate me. I know. You despise me. I know. You wanna ,hope me to death. I know. I do to. Will Stles be able to.control himself? Can the pack be able to help him.

This. Is. The. Worst. Chapter. Ever. This 9s just a filler for nothing. Just a more in-site on Stiles and how he's doing. Do you think things will get happier for them? I've been disappointing you guys a lot with the lack of update. Im sorry😔. Im really trying nut school is a HUGE  ass kicker. Burning trying so hard. I'll do better I promise. And Yes, that I know that Dr. Seuss line nearly by heart. Imma boss.

~Kai~

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