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Scott stayed with Stiles the whole time clutching onto his hand. Scott barely let Malia and Kira in the room, and when Allison and Lydia were called they only got to see Stiles once. Scott growls loudly when anyone other than Mr. Stilinski got too close to him. Scott hasn't slept, showered and barely ate for the three days Stiles was comatose. Dark purple circles formed under Scott's eyes. Scott eyed the mark on Stiles' neck wondering what it meant and who did it to him. It reminded him of the symbol the Oni left on the back of people's ears, then leave them freezing cold to the touch. No matter how they tired to help, he was always in pain and icy cold to the touch.

Scott sat in the same spot next to Stiles' bed in his desk chair, he held the boys hand tightly in his own. Scott dozed off some, loosening his grip on Stiles's cold hand. He shook his head and blinked his eyes rapidly to try and keep himself awake for a while longer. Noah stood at the door frame watching Scott struggle to stay awake. He frown sadly then stepped in the room more.

"Scott," the boy turned his head, his tried and bloodshot eyes meeting his own. It pained Noah to see Scott in such terrible conditions especially in a situation like this.

"Melissa dropped by with some clothes for you, since it doesn't seem like you'll be going home anytime soon," he chuckled dryly. Noah motioned to the duffel bag he has slung on his shoulders. "You can sleep in the guest bedroom," Scott looked back to Stiles' still form for a long moment.

He didn't want to move from beside Stiles. He didn't want to be a centimeter further away from the boy. Scott knew he shouldn't fight Noah on this. He sighed before standing on tired legs and took the bag Noah handed him. Scott looked over his shoulder again at Stiles. He bit his lip hesitantly about to change his mind. Noah spoke before Scott could say anything.

"Scott, you need sleep. Everything is going to be alright," Noah assured him slowed raising his hand to Scott's should. Scott looked up and Noah with teary eyes.

"How can you be so sure?" His voice cracked as he spoke. Noah pulled Scott in a hug letting the boy silently cry in his shoulder. Scott was like a second son to Noah. Seeing his son like this in such a bad state broke him terribly.

"Everything always turns out okay in the end," Noah told him. Scott breathed deep and nodded, although he wasn't quiet sure this time. Scott turned on his heels and walked out of the rooms to the next bedroom. Scott sighed happily as he looked at the clean bed in the center of the room. He quick took his clothes off sleep immediately took over him even before his head hit the pillow.

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Sometime in the middle of the night,  the house is still. Scott feels a pounding on his brain making him wake. The pounding continues, like someone banging on a glass wall. He groans as he tries to shut his eyes and force sleep again.

Someone help! Let me out of here!

He shot up from his bed looking around the room, but everything was the same.

Please!  The voice cried. The voice was familiar.

Stiles?  Scott thought as he got out  bed.

Scott? Can you hear me?  Scott raced to Stiles' room and swung the door open. But Stiles was still unconscious.

Are you in my head?

I don't know but you have to help me out of here.

Where Are you?

I-i don't know. It's just a blank white room. There's nothing in here, but this symbol I keep writing everywhere. I don't know why I keep writing it. There's something about it. You've got to get me-

Stiles? Stiles! Talk to me!  But he was gone. Like their connection got cut off. Scott ran his fingers through his hair fustratedly. He tried many times to get back to Stiles. He started to dose off and sleep overcame him once again.

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Scott woke refreshed. Something he desperately needed. He woke to the suns warm rays beaming on his face. He stretched his limbs widely, his legs pushing the covers off the bed. He looked around him to see all the pillows and covers on the floor, and the sheet off the top corners of the mattress. He sat up in bed thinking about what happened last night. He ran his hands over his face and hair trying to come up with some type of explanation for why they were able to connect in that way. He quick got out of bed and rushed to Stiles' room but was stoped by Noah.

"Not so fast. There's breakfast downstairs. Go eat," Noah told him.

"But I need to get to Sti-,"

"No buts about it. Go," he ordered.

"But Stiles is important right now," Scott tried to argue.

"And you're also important to me too. But I can only do something about one of them and that one is you," Scott huffed in defeat.

"Now I want your little wolf butt at the kitchen table with a plate full of food, got me?" Scott chuckled dryly and started moving to the stairs.

"Scott," Noah stopped him. Scott turned around before he took his first step down the stairs. "You need to look out for yourself as well, okay?" Scott nodded and went downstairs. The sweet scent of Chocolate Chip Pancakes flodded his nostrils, making his sigh out in delight. Although he did get a small pang of saddness becauss chocolate chip pancakes are Stiles' favorite. Scott wished Stiles was down there enjoying the pancakes with him. Scott grabbed five big steamy pancakes have downed them in four minutes. He then went back for bacon.

"I knew you'd be hungry but not this hungry," He joked as he saw Scott Stuffing his face.

"I'm a teenager on top of that a werewolf on top of that I'm a guy. Leave me alone," Scott responded through his mouth full. Noah walked to the front door saying a goodbye and call him if anything happens. Scott hummed in response and Noah shut the door behind him. Seconds Later Liam, Malia, Derek and Lydia walked through the front door.

"Hey Dad," Liam said patting Scott on the back as he sat next to him. Again Scott grunted in response.

"Thank God you finally got out of that room. I was scared you superglue your ass to the seat," Malia smirked.

"How's he doing?" Lydia asked in all seriousness now.

"Nothing's changed," he responded simply. Scott would've told them about the weird telepathy thing that happened between them, but he didn't want to tell anyone until he could figure it out himself.

It was quiet as they just stood around for nothing. Lydia seemed distant from the others. She stared hard at the wooden table she sat at. Different things played in her mind making her dizzy, and unable to make out anything she saw. Malia noticed her friends sudden distance. Malia rested her hand on Lydia's arm.

"Lydia are you oka-" Lydia shot up from the table with a gasp, the chair flipped over, her breathing heavy.

"What happened?" Scott was at her side in a second making sure she was okay.

"I saw something. Death. A lot of death. More than I can handle," her eyes glossed over with tears she didn't let spill. Scott pulled her to his chest resting his chin atop of her head. Lydia let him embrace her, finding peace in her alpha's presence.

"We have to check on Stiles. Now," the banshee said when out of Scott's grip. The five of them walked up the stairs into Stiles' room.

Stiles moved. Not out of the bed, but moved as in turned on his side. He didn't looked unconscious. He looked like he was just sleeping peacefully. His hair disheveled, mouth agap with a stream of drool pooling on the pillow, and limbs spread wildly. The five looked at each other in question. Scott took a step forward reaching out to Stiles. The boy snored loudly making Scott jump and almost fall to the floor.

Scott sat in the seat he's sat in for the past three days and reached out to shake Stiles' shoulders. He groaned and rolled over facing the wall. Scott smiled seeing Stiles in a better state than before. He shook him some more and Stiles' eyes fluttered open. Stiles sat up in his bed and looked around with squinted eyes. They sighed in delight.

"Thank God you're okay!" Scott said wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Stiles let heat dangerously radiate off him and burning Scott. Scott jumped away from Stiles clutching his clothes and skin.

"I-I'm sorry I don't know why I did tha-" Stiles was cut off by the same enticing humming he heard the first time in the woods. Stiles' eyes glowed  a bright orange in response to the humming.

"N-no! Leave me alone!" Stiles yelled backed away in the corner of his bed clutching his hands to his ears. The humming got louder. Closer.

"Stiles what's wrong? What happened?" Scott asked frantically.

"No, she's coming!" Stiles got up from the bed and tried to run to the door but Derek stopped him. Stiles growled at him and threw him against the wall. Now there's a Derek sizes hole in his wall. Stiles watches as Derek groaned as he slowly stood with Lydias help. Horror waved over his face and his eyes glossed over.

"I- I'm sorry i-"Stiles rushed out the room and out the house.

"Stiles! Wait, come back," they yelled after him. They ran after him far down the road but he was much faster and lost them at a turn into the woods. Hearts ached at this.

"What do we do?" Malia asked coming to a stop behind Scott. He refused to turn around and face them with teary eyes so he stared off in the direction when Stiles ran off as if he could drag him back with the look.

"Call Stilinski," he voice cracked in the small sentence. Malia frowned. She rested a comforting hand on Scott's shoulder but that didn't seem to help much.

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Stiles ran deeper into the forest turning back to make sure they weren't following him. When all was clear Stiles stopped. He fell to his knees and cried. What has he done? Why was he doing this. Why is he so drawn to the humming.  So many thing ran through his mind making him want to throw up. He rubbed over the spot where the drawing was and though if it has something to do with all of this.

"Aww poor baby," he heard a voice in front of him. He snapped his head up to a girl with long brown wavy hair, and tanned skin standing in front of him. Stiles doesn't even know her but he feared for his life around her. He stood to his feet and spun around to run but she was in front of him again.

"That was rude of me. I'm sorry. I'm Seline, a siren, or psychic, whatever," she spoke in despising delightful voice.

"What do you want from me?" He stepped back, she stepped forward.

"I need your help. See, my sister Sybil is in a...sticky situation right now and that involves your help in order to get her out," she circled him and she spoke.

"I'm not helping you with anything I dont even know you," he spat in her face. Stiles had this sudden rage toward Seline. He could blow up in her face whenever he wanted.

"Ooh, the devils kitty has an attitude," she taunted. Stiles' anger turned into confusion.

"What? What does that mean?"

"You don't know? You are a fox, Stiles. The ancestors of cats, on top of that you're evil. But not just plane evil. One of the most dangerous in Hell. Well, next to a hellhound and the Devil himself," Seline explained. Nothing that Seline said made sense to Stiles, nor did he care. But her words were starting to scare him.

"You're using your abilities all wrong, Stiles. The way that cute little Kistune was teaching you control, is all wrong. She was teaching you the good way. But no no that's not the way a Nogitsune is supposed to be taught. You need to be taught the evil way because that is your origin,"

"I'm not doing anything you ask me. You're  psycho,"

"They term your looking for is psychic. Not Psycho," she corrected. Stiles rolled his eyes and walked away.

"You walk away, and I'll be forced to do something you don't want me to do," she threatened. 

"There's nothing you can do," Stiles said over his shoulder still walking away.

"You won't be saying that when something bad happens to your precious little alpha," Stiles could hear the smirk in her voice. He turned and growled with glowing eyes. He stood mere inches in her face his glowing eyes eliminating on her skin. Seline was unphased knowing she set something off in him.

"You leave my friends alone. All of them," he said through gritted teeth.

"I don't think I want to. Do as I say, and no one gets hurt. Well, except the people who deserve it," she smirked at him.

"No," he turned around again. Seline shrugged her shoulders and went the way to his house where everyone still was.

Seline walked up the porch steps and broke the door open. Scott, Malia, Liam, Derek and now Stilinksi stood or sat around the living room talking about Stiles' disappearance. When Seline walked through the door they spun around towards her, those who had, bared their teeth at her.

"Call down puppies," she joked. "Lets have a little fun," she smirked. She gave Malia a hard stare and the werecoyote fell to her knees clutching her head in her hands. Derek charged at her, she lifted her hand and Derek was thrown against the wall. Liam went to charge but she had him on the floor too, clutching his head. Scott walked up to her with his claws out, aiming to her throat. Seline hummed an enticing tune and Scott stopped his attack.

"Contact your little boyfriend in that telepathy connection you two have, and tell him your in danger and you need help. It's urgent," Scott closed his eyes and said what she told him. Why was he listening to her? Scott tried everything in his fiber to fight against her words but he couldn't do it.

"Did you do it?" Scott nodded his head, still weirdly enticed by her.

"Scotty, go on the kitchen and get a knife then stand at the threshold with the knife at your throat waiting for Stiles, okay?" Scott wanted to claw at her face for calling him Scotty. Only his pack can call him that. No, only Stiles can call him that. His feet felt heavy like lead as he walked to the kitchen and back with a knife. He stood at the threshold of the living room, knife held to his neck and tears rolling down his face.

It wasn't long until Stiles ran into his house claws and fangs baring, ready for a fight. At first when he walked into the house he saw Seline sitting on his couch. He walked toward her but stopped in his tracks when  he heard Scott's broken voice.

"Stiles?" Scott said looking to the side. More tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Scott," Stiles walked over to him placing one hand on his cheek and the other on his shoulder. His own eyes brimmed with tears but he blinked them away filling with rage. Stiles looked around to see those were there there earlier and his father stood frozen in fear.

"What did you do to them," he spoke enraged.

"I didn't do anything to them, but the alpha here. If any of your little friend move even the slightest, Scotty here will slice his throat a little till he bleeds out," she said in delight at the situation. Stiles growled possesively at her call him that.

"Stiles. Who is she?" Malia asked. Stiles looked to the werecoyote with sympathetic eyes.

"A siren," he said through gritted teeth.

"Yep, that's me," Selien was enjoying this way to much. It made everyone want to jump her, but made no sudden moves for Scott's sake.

"What do you want now. Or is it the same thing as last time," Stiles said turning back to Seline. Those is the room furrowed there eyebrows in confusion at this. What happened last time?  They all thought.

"Well since last time didn't go very well, your gonna have to do something that'll make this whole process so so much easier," she started. Seline stood from the couch walking around the room.

"See, Stiles you have two sides of yourself.  Your humanity side and your animalistic side. Whether you like it or not you have it.  Your humanity side is preventing you from what you really are," she walked around Stikes and Scott mostly. Sometimes she presses the knife a little harder against Scott's skin. When she didn't notice Malia was texting Kira to get there fast.

"Turn off your humanity Stiles. Be the animal your supposed to be," Seline smirked.

"What?" Stiles questioned.

"Turn. It. Off," she said again.

"No," Stiles said sternly. Seline shrugged and twisted her body to Scott.

"Scotty, honey, do what I told you," Uncontrollably Scott started to cut his flesh, blood oozing from it. Scott wasn't healing.

"Stiles, turn it off and he won't get hurt anymore," in great timing Kira rushed in to see the comotion. She gasped when she saw it all.

"Awe would you look at that. The little kitsune came to the rescue," Seline taunted.

"Kira don't move!" Stiles told her.

"Oh come on Sti.  It's not that hard," Stiles looked to Scott and Seline and back again. Scott had this look in his eyes and begged Stiles not to do it. Stiles closed his eyes and concentrated of drained any humanity in him letting his animalistic side take over completely. He forgot about all the memories he had wirh his friends. With Scott.

"Stiles no! Stop, don't do it! Please!" Scott pleaded, tears streamed down his face like a river. But nothing he said would stop Stiles. He has already done it. When he opened his eyes blazing fire from his pupils. He went and stood at the threshold beside Scott where Seline was.

"See ya never," Seline said resting a hand on Stiles' shoulder and they walked out, and out of site of the neighborhood.

Scott felt his body relax. He let the knife drop to the ground then dropped to his knees sobbing. Malia was at his side craddling his head as he cried. Scott didn't know what to think, his mind whirled with so many different things. He was upset enraged, but most of all broken. He felt like someone had ripped his heart right out of his chest. The whole thing overwhelmed him so much he felt he couldn't breath. Malia stayed with him the whole time whispering soft nothing's to him to calm his down.

The others were just as bad as Scott but sheriff was the worst. He had just lost his son. Stiles is gone physically and mentally. He's not himself and that hit Mr. Stilinski hard. He has no one left.

If you can't already tell, I used season 7 of The Vampire Diaries. Do you like it? Yes? No? Would it be better if it was a full on cross over between the two shows? Like adding The vampires? I wasn't so sure a first because that might draw the attention away from Sciles so I don't know, whatever you think is cool just tell me. And the picture up top in the symbol on Stiles' neck Mkay Bye. 

~Kai~

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