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"Noah Patrick. His name is Noah Patrick, he's a sophomore," I told Stiles through the phone.

"He's on the list," I heard Scott say on the other side.

"How'd you know this?" Stiles asked.

"The Nemeton showed me," I said like it was no big deal.

"I thought it showed you their deaths," Scott asked. I guess I'm on speaker phone now.

"He's not dead, but he will be soon. You have to find him. Last I saw, they were chasing him."

"Did it show you where he was?" Stiles asked.

"I mean, yeah, I saw something. But I couldn't tell you where it was. I'm sure he's got something in his locker that could show you his scent."

"How's my dad?" Stiles asked. I could hear the nervousness in his voice.

"He looks a lot better, but he's been asleep this whole time. I'll call you when he wakes up."

"B-But he's okay?"

"He's great. Call me if you need my help with Noah. I should stay here with him but if you need me, don't hesitate." I put emphasis on the word don't.

What ever Noah did to Sheriff Stilinski is insane. There is no telling what else he could do. And with Theo still out there, we're just asking for danger.

Melissa appeared in the doorway of his room. She motioned me outside so I quietly got up from my seat and exited the room.

"Did it work?" I whispered.

She shook her head in amazement as she flipped through his chart.

"He's 100% healthy. I-I can't believe your blood did this. It's like he was never even hurt," She said and gave me a smile. "You did it."

"And you doubted me?" I was joking but she still nodded her head.

"I saw that you healed Cory, but it still didn't work on Lydia. I had some doubt."

My head fell when she mentioned Lydia. Parrish said that they're taking her to Eichen House. I told Parrish that once Sheriff Stilinski is safe, I'd do anything I can to help Lydia. Even if that means going back to the place that scares me the most. If I did it once, I can do it again.

***

"Uh, Stiles fell asleep so I think I'm gonna go home," I explained to Melissa. "Give him some time with his dad, just the two of them."

"That sounds like a great idea. You should get some sleep," she nodded to me.

"I don't think I'll be sleeping for a couple days," I laughed.

"He's okay?" Someone asked from behind me.

I turned around to see Scott, Malia, and Mr. Argent walk in the front doors.

"Better than okay," I smiled.

"And you? You're okay too?" Malia asked me.

"Besides the normal anxiety and jumpiness, i'm fine," I laughed and she pulled me into a hug.

"You hurt, Scott?" I asked him as I pulled out of the hug. I could smell the blood on him, but I could also see the spot on his chest.

"I'll be fine." I listened to his heart. It was hard to tell if he was lying or not.

I sent a smile and a nod to Mr. Argent, which he returned. I talked to the three of them about what happened tonight. Noah got away. They tried to find him but he was long gone.

I took Malia home. On our way there she told me she was trying to find her mom. She said not to tell anyone else but the reason she told me is that she trusts me. She wants to kill her mom for killing her family, which I think is the reason she told me because I wanted to kill Kali for killing my mom, and Jennifer for my dad. I promised I wouldn't tell Scott because he would just try to stop her. I also offered her my help but she said Braeden was helping her. That didn't stop me from telling her that if she still needed me, I would be there in a second.

I must have been gone longer than I thought because when I got home, Stiles was sitting on the floor beside my door, when I thought he was asleep in his dad's room.

"I thought you were with your dad," I said to him as I pulled my keys out and unlocked my front door.

"I was, but I thought he should rest." He followed me inside. "I knocked on the door but I guess Lena isn't home."

"You're the one who should get some rest. And, she's on night shift." I placed my keys on the table by the door, then took my jacket off and hung it up.

"I'm fine. I'll sleep later."

I walked into the kitchen and got some water. I offered him something to eat or drink but he just declined.

There was an awkward silence when I met him in the living room. Neither one of us said anything, we kinda just stood there.

"So you saw the whole thing?" He finally spoke up.

"With Donovan?" He nodded.

"It doesn't matter to me," I said.

"Yeah, well it matters to me."

"It's in the past now. We-"

"I killed someone, Brianna. How can you just push that away? Like it doesn't matter?" He waved his hands in the air.

"You could have told me. I'm your girlfriend, you can tell me anything."

"No. I couldn't tell you. Not this time. This time was different." I could hear the pain in his voice which made my heart ache for him.

"I should have been there. I never should have left. If I just stayed, none of that wouldn't have happened."

"You can't blame yourself because his blood is on my hands and it matters. So much."

"Okay, it matters," I told him what he wanted to hear. "But, you can't bring him back. You have to accept it and move on."

"Is that what you do?" He gave me a sarcastic laugh. "Just move on? You've killed what, a dozen people?"

Here we go. Another fight.

I let out a laugh. "You finally admit it. There it is! I knew you couldn't just act like it was nothing. You and Scott both. I knew that you were both trying to ignore it! Trying to ignore that fact that i'm a killer. Yes, a killer, because I've killed people. Not one person, people. Multiple people. Let me tell you something. No, I don't move on. I let the guilt tear me apart till I can't live with myself anymore. Till I need to push it down, and turn it off. Because that's the only way I can cope. By not feeling it at all."

"Well, some of us are human. Some of us don't get that choice," he spat coldly. "You're a vampire, sometimes you have to kill. It's what you do and then, you can just turn it off and forget it ever happened. I don't get to do that. I'm not like you, Brianna."

"I know that, Stiles. But-"

He interrupted me, "Listen to us. This is toxic. We are in a toxic relationship, Brianna. I just killed someone and you blame yourself!"

"You want me to blame you? Easy. Done. You screwed up, Stiles, again." I pushed my finger into his chest.

"Thank you!" He threw his arms in the air.

"You kept this secrets from me, again. And here we are fighting, again. But you know what, Stiles? No. I don't blame you, and I never will! Here you are, trying to get me to hate you but that's never going to happen! I could never hate you because I love you!"

"Then stop loving me!" He yelled in my face.

"I can't!" I shook my head.

"Well, that's the problem. We don't work." He kept direct eye contact with me as he said that.

I nodded my head and said, "I know." But when I said that, I felt my heart skip a beat. I was just lying to myself. But, maybe this is the best for both of us. As he said, we're toxic.

Stiles lowered his head. "Then we agree," he paused and motioned between us. "This has to end."

I bit my bottom lip, "It just did. It's over. We're over."

He nodded, but didn't move.

Something in me was tugging at my heart. All I wanted to do was jump into his arms and kiss him. And if he doesn't leave soon, I might just do that.

Stiles fidgeted his feet like he was trying to leave but he wouldn't. He wouldn't stop staring at me.

It's like something both clicked into our heads at the exact same moment because we stepped forward to each other simultaneously. I grabbed his face into my hands and kissed him hungrily.

He kissed me lustfully, turning to the side and pressing my body against the wall. I let out a small gasp but didn't stop kissing him.

I took control and turned us around to where he was against the wall now. I trailed my hands down his chest and down to his waist. I unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, tossing it some where behind me.

He grabbed my face in his hands and started walking me backwards toward my room. In that time we both took our shoes off. Our shirts also coming off in the process, leaving a trail of clothes to my room.

He picked me up unexpectedly and threw me back on the bed. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them behind my head and began to kiss my jaw, then down to my neck and trailed down to my breasts. I let out a moan as he left a mark. Him and I both knew that they would fade away in seconds but that didn't stop him.

"Stiles," I moaned his name and leaned into his touch. He let go of my hands and trailed his down my body slowly. He unbuttoned my jean shorts and slid them down my legs.

I placed one hand behind his neck and pulled him back down to kiss me, switching our positions in the process. I straddled his waist, grinding my butt back and forth. He reached for me but I grabbed his hands and pinned them down beside his head, similar to was he previously done with me.

I kissed him on the lips then down to the neck and sucked on the skin. I knew it would leave a mark, and it would be there a while.

Stiles is mine and I want everyone to know. Even if we aren't together.

***

Stiles and I met up at Scott's house. He left my house earlier this morning to be with his dad but we're now just getting back to each other. We haven't spoke about our actions last night so I'm not really sure where we stand. It's kind of awkward but it both seems like we're trying to forget it. We'll talk eventually.

We walked inside and went to Scott's room. We found him standing in his bathroom with his shirt off, cleaning the wound on his chest.

"That looks gross," I dead-panned.

"Still not healing?" Stiles asked him.

Scott covered the wound with the bandage and said, "Sometimes it just takes a little longer."

"What are you guys doing here?" He asked us.

"I'm not sure why I'm here, really," I looked at Stiles. "He told me to come."

"Ah, you heard about the guy who got killed out of the communication towers, right?"

Uh, I didn't hear about that...

Scott put his shirt on and came closer to us.

"I think I may have figured something out," Stiles continued.

Scott had a shocked look on his face as he asked, "What, you want my help?"

Stiles looked down at this hands then back up to Scott and said, "Yeah, well you said you can find the clues that I can't."

A smile formed on my face. This is where it begins. This is them beginning to go back to normal. Scott and Stiles. Best friends forever.

Stiles stood in between Scott and I and showed us a video on his phone.

"This is when the technician first arrived. You see him going in?"

The video showed a sped up version of the technician first going into the building. Then at another time frame, Deputy Clarke goes in. Then, something really big comes charging out. Then Clark comes back out.

"Eventually, the technicians body is carried out by paramedics," Stiles explains.

"Okay, what am I missing? Besides the inhuman scary monster that just ran out of the building. I'm being serious. That thing was terrifying. Like, if I saw that thing in real life I'd probably pee my pants." I looked up from the phone and saw the two boys staring at me.

"What?" I questioned, like I said something wrong.

"Good to have you back, Bri," Scott commented, clapping me on the back.

I looked at him confused but I was still smiling. "Thanks, Scotty," I replied.

"Anyways," Stiles rolled out. "Two people go in. Three come out. I checked all the footage. Not a single person enters that building before the technician the entire day. So where does that 'something really big and fast' come from?"

Realization hit Scott face, "There's another way in."

"Ooh, a mystery. Let's go! Who's driving?" I asked excitedly.

"Babe, this isn't a joke," Stiles said in a serious tone. My eyes widened when he said babe. His eyes also widened when he realized he said it.

He looked like he was about to apologize so I interrupted him before he talked and it got more awkward. "I know. I just miss hanging out with you guys. And I like dealing with the supernatural if it involves saving lives. So, lets get on out of here and catch ourselves a big monster before someone else dies!"

I let out a forced laugh and turned my back to them and began to walk outside. I looked down at my feet nervously as I made my way out of Scott's house.

As I was leaving I could hear Scott and Stiles whisper behind me. I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just couldn't help it.

"What was that all about?" Scott whispered to him.

"Uh, we got into a fight and we kinda broke up, I guess..." Stiles explained. I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was uncomfortable to talk about it.

"What? Again? What happened this time? Is it an actual break up? Because by the looks of that hickey on your neck and the chemo-signals i'm getting from the two of you, you both didn't want to break up."

Even though they couldn't see my face, I was redder than a tomato.

"I-I don't know what happened last night. I mean, I know what happened, I just guess we were caught up in the moment. I don't even know if she wants to work on us. When we broke up, it was a mutual thing. Then things happened and I don't know where that leaves us," Stiles sighed.

"How many times did 'things' happen?" I could practically hear the mocking tone in Scotts voice and I just rolled my eyes. By now we were outside to my car.

I turned around to face them; them completely oblivious that I heard their entire conversation.

Stiles cleared his throat and tried to casually show Scott 2 fingers.

We did have sex... twice... b-but we never said anything about taking back the break up. That conversation gave me no hint if Stiles wanted to get back together or not. So as of now, I guess we're broken up.

***

We pulled up to the place, getting out of the car. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the smell of blood that's been haunting me the second I smelled it a mile away.

"I smell it too," Scott said to me.

I opened my eyes and found both boys standing in front of me. They were waiting on me.

"There's a lot," I confirmed.

"Blood?" Stiles asked.

Scott and I nodded.

"You going to be okay?" Stiles asked me with concern in his voice.

"I'll be okay."

The boys shared a look between each other before walking towards the entrance. We weren't really supposed to be here since it's a crime scene but police tape over the door wasn't going to stop us.

Stiles pulled a flashlight out as we walked down the stairs. I lead the way to where I smelled the blood.

We stopped at a certain place. Stiles shined the light over the blood that was slowly making it's way down a drain. There was also a medal cabinet of some sort that had been knocked over. The huge claw marks down the front were very obvious.

"You see that?" Stiles asked.

"I see blood," Scott replied.

"Look where it leads to," Stiles moved the flashlight to show where it was draining out somewhere.

Scott bent down near the wall and the medal cabinet. He put his hands under it and tried to lift it. It squeaked as it moved but he still couldn't move it. He closed his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. I felt bad for Scott. He's lost some of his power. I don't even know what's going on with him. He's not healing, he doesn't have his strength, and sometimes he needs his inhaler. It's like he's human again.

He went to try again but he wasn't making any progress. I stepped up to help but Stiles pushed the flashlight into my hand and went to help Scott instead. Stiles counted to three and they lifted it up at the same time.

They both turned around to look at something on the ground. I wedged myself in between Scott and the cabinet so I could get a look myself.

There was a hole in the ground, leading down somewhere. It was too dark to tell but that's obviously where the monster came from.

There use to be a metal caging over the top but it looks like it tore through. I bent down and broke off any metal that could harm us when we go down.

I put my legs in the hole and was about to climb down the ladder but Scott stopped me and asked, "Are we really going down there?"

"What? Afraid of the dark?" I teased and began to climb down the ladder.

There was some light down here, but it wasn't much. Once they both climbed down I gave the flashlight back to Stiles, who flipped another switch on it to make it a black light. A black light would show us mercury residue.

He moved it along the ground. It didn't even take us long to find the hidden movement only to be seen under the black light. We followed the trail down a long tunnel, soon leading us to words on the ground.

"What is that?" Scott asked.

"Looks like Latin," Stiles confirmed.

"Hold the light still, I'm gonna get a picture," Scott told Stiles as he pulled out his phone.

The light started shaking and then moved away completely.

"Stiles, hold the light still."

I heard Stiles groan, then a thumb echoed. I turned my head and saw Stiles holding the back of his neck, on the ground.