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I Won’t Hurt You: Void Stiles

This is for the anon who requested Void Stiles, Enjoy! Xxxx

Crying in the shower had become my new thing. Everything that had happened had all become too much. Like something was building up in my chest making it hard to breathe. But something about the warm water, the smell of my apple shampoo, it made me feel calmer.

So that’s where I was now. I’d spent a good fifteen minutes in the shower, sitting on the floor, crying about my brother. What had happened to him? How could I have let this happened to him?

I should’ve seen it coming. With every nightmare I’d coax Stiles out of. Every random riddle he’d be yelling that I would slowly explain to him. The fact that he was getting thinner and paler and I never said a goddamn word.

Slowly I shut off the water, wrapping a warm towel around me.

This was my least favourite part. With every rub I was slowly losing my blanket of warmth and comfort.

Sighing I pull on a pair of sweatpants and Stiles lacrosse jersey. Sad I know.

I towel dry most of my hair, lazily throwing the perfectly fine towels into the hamper as I couldn’t be bothered folding them.

I resumed my usual spot on my bed, picking up my phone before I hear a key in the lock on the front door. I frowned and got up going to the window. Dad wasn’t supposed to be home for hours.

His car wasn’t outside. So who the hell was that walking through my kitchen?!

I scanned my room quickly before picking up Stiles’ baseball bat that was propped against my bed.

I slowed my breathing, slowly creeping to behind the door. I could now hear them ascending the stairs, their footsteps loud and meaningful.

My heart was racing but I still controlled my breathing. But I’m guessing whoever that was is most likely not human and can already hear my heartbeat. But they had a key, I told myself, my hands shaking slightly,

They were right outside my door now, I could see their shadow under the door.

Slowly the door handle was pulled down and my door was pushed open. I swung around from my hiding place, bat aimed high and forceful.

A cold white hand gripped the metal bat, stopping it in the air just above his head. It was Stiles.

Except it wasn’t.

This was not my brother. This was not the boy I knew and loved.

His skin was deathly white, with black circles around his dark soulless eyes. His lips were chapped and I nearly cried just looking at him.

I opened my mouth to scream, to shout, too at least say something!

“Speechless, sweetheart?” He smirked. Even his voice was cold. Like a slap in the face. And sweetheart?

Slowly he began lowering the bat to my side. I didn’t stop him.

“Let’s go sweetheart. Time to leave.” He spoke to me like I was a child. I backed away from him, my feet catching on the carpet. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

“Now Y/N,” He pouted slightly, and I stared into his eyes. His dark black eyes that were so different from Stiles’ golden amber one.

“Y/N, don’t be difficult.” I shook my head, still not uttering a word.

He sighed, looking at something on the wall. He leaned over to it and pulled a picture off of me and him… no! Of me and Stiles on our first day of freshman year.

“So Y/N,” He said, looking up at me like I was a fascinating piece of art that he was trying to understand.

“What will it be? Will you come with me?” He held up the photo facing the picture side at me, showing me the two smiling faces. “Or them?” And he nodded to the dark Omni that had evaporated in behind me, their glowing green dots of eyes staring at me.

I stumbled backwards away from them, straight into Void Stiles’ arms. “Good choice.” He remarked as his hands went over my eyes and everything was dark.

I couldn’t quite grasp what was happening to me. I was thinking, I was breathing and I could definitely feel the cold heavy arms wrapped around my torso. But I couldn’t speak or move. And I hated it.

The feeling passed and I let out a gasp, feeling my lungs burn like they’d been starved of air.

He took his hands away from my eyes like he was revealing some big surprise or something.

I was in a classroom at the school. In fact I’m sure this was my biology class.

There was a chart on the chalkboard in neat immaculate curly handwriting which was definitely not my brothers.

One half said deaths and the other said deaths to come. Both were blank.

Void Stiles had walked away from me, instead he was standing in front of the board like he was about to give a speech. I’m sure he was.

“So Y/N,” He started. His voice was so calm and eerie. Like he wasn’t planning on killing everyone.

“I want you to come up here and fill in the answers.” He said brandishing a piece of chalk at me.

“But I’m not a banshee.” I whispered. It was the first thing I’d said to him.

He looked at me and smirked. A smile would have looked all too wrong on his face.

“Oh I know what you are, Y/N. But what I want you to do is just too simply write an estimate on what you think I might do.” He explained as he threw the chalk at me. I caught it easily and slowly with little thought I shuffled to the board.

I thought back to all the reports I had read, all the news I’d been told and put and estimated guess of 150 people in the death column.

Then I thought of my friends. I counted them, Scott, Lydia, Derek, Ethan, Aiden, Kira Isaac, Alison, me… and Stiles.

I wrote a shaky 10 on the board, each of my breaths getting caught in my throat.

Void Stiles raised his eyebrows interested by my answers. “Curious.” He said.

“What do you want from me? A long and detailed plan on how I you’re going to kill my friends? How I think you’re going to kill everyone I love. Or just how you’re going to kill everyone in general?” I snapped now. Whatever the hell he wanted from me I didn’t care.

“I’ve already gotten what I want from you.” He says, amused. “You see, I know what you do to the pack and now, thanks to you of course, Scott’s on his way here right now.”

A stone cold weight dropped in the pit of my stomach. “No.” I whispered.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Void Stiles says, because with one swift motion he slaps me across the face and I fall to the ground, out cold.

I woke back up again because of all the screaming. My head shot up from next to the desk, looking for the source of the shouts.

Scott.

He was leant against a desk, Void Stiles directly in front of him.

I slowly pulled myself to my feet. No one noticed.

I moved barely a footstep to the left and what I saw nearly made me scream. Scott had a sword through his stomach. And that wasn’t even the worst part.

Void Stiles had grasped the hilt of the sword and was slowly and agonisingly twisting it, dark veins of pain prominent against his ivory white skin.

“Stop it!” I screamed, the force of my voice billowed Void Stiles backwards and I ran in front of Scott.

“Y/N?” Scott moaned, and I saw the pain in his eyes.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” It very clearly was not but I had no time to think of anything else as Void Stiles got back up.

“Nice little trick.” He told me, but I was too caught up on how different he was from earlier. Earlier was like the calm before the storm. Earlier Void Stiles was just like an off version of my brother but now I didn’t even recognize him.

He looked chaotic.

“Now Y/N,” He spoke to me in that same patronising tone as earlier, like I was a disruptive child. “That wasn’t very nice.”

I felt my fangs grow, jutting over my lip and my eyes burned.

“Ooh, purple’s a good colour on you.” His voice was full of malice, but the sheer calmness of it was enough to terrify me.

I blinked at his words. I never knew they turned purple.

He brought his hand up to my face and immediately I snarled dangerously at him, my hands clasping at Scott’s arm behind me. He groaned and the sound screamed in my ears.

“Its funny sweetheart, my main goal was always Scott but as times went on I think I’ve changed my mind.” He looked sideways at me.

“I think I’ll kill you first.”

My body reacted differently to what I told it to. I wanted to fight. To run. To do something. Instead, I simply flatten myself further against Scott, trying to protect him.

I closed my eyes, bracing for the worse.

Nothing happened.

When I opened my eyes again Void Stiles’ hand was aimed right at my heart. But I felt nothing.

When I looked at him now he looked severely distressed. “What’s happening?” He shouted at me but I stayed frozen.

Out of frustration he threw a punch at me but as if there was a wall between us his fist froze.

“Why can’t I touch you?!” He roared, as his hands flew to his ears, covering them as if we were all shouting and we were too loud.

He fell to his knees, shouting. I turned round to check on Scott, and he nodded slightly at me, wincing as well.

I carefully crouched down next to him. When he looked at me this time his eyes were big and golden. Stiles’ eyes.

“Y/N?” He gulps. I nod and immediately pull him into a hug. It only lasts for around 5 seconds before Stiles pulled away.

“I can’t keep fighting him. He’s getting too strong.” He told me, his eyes swimming in tears. “But I couldn’t let him hurt you.”

“Then this should help with the battle.” Deaton suddenly appeared out of the shadows, brandishing a long needle filled with curious looking yellow fluid.

Both me and Stiles jump, my hand instinctively clutching Stiles shoulder

Slowly Stiles nodded, staring between me and the needle.

“Stiles,” I said hurriedly, looking my brother dead in the eyes. “Keep fighting him, Batman, because we won’t give up. Remember that whatever happens, you’re still my brother.” I quickly peck his cheek just as Deaton pushes the plunger down into Stiles’ neck.

As soon as Deaton was done Scott howled in pain, coughing up blood down his t-shirt.

I looked at the sword in his stomach. It had gone all the way through. I looked at Deaton in horror but he remained calm.

“Y/N, hold him still.” He instructed and immediately I take Scott’s hand and he locks eyes with me, his glowing their alpha red and mines burning purple.

As soon as Deaton had even grasped the hilt of the sword Scott was squeezing my fingers. I got an idea and imagined pushing the happiness I had right now into Scott to override the pain.

I thought about Stiles words, “I couldn’t let him hurt you.” And how hard he was fighting and that filled me with determination and I watched in wonder as Scott looked up at me, composed.

He hadn’t even realised the sword was out until I slipped my arm around him, steadying him. “Let’s get out of here.” I told him.