Changing Patterns

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    Stiles gritted his teeth focusing on his pain and anger. His hand stung, his heart too. The pack never noticed, they never tried to help, he's a toy to throw around, he's a human to break. Stiles knew what he was thinking was wrong, but why did it feel right, why did it feel true. He forced away a sob in his voice as he glared down the woman who stilled and slowly looked to a door. Stiles thought it had to be an exit, it didn't work, she just wanted to get away. He kept starting. He whispered the words under his breath, he told her to let Erica go. He felt his eyes burn and the tightness in his chest he never noticed before.

    Stiles bowed his head and panted, the woman snapping forward with a hiss again as the man clapped his hands theatrically. Stiles took in a deep breath.

    "It didn't work." He crouched. "Know let her go." The vampire smiled.

   He was at her side quickly, unbuckling the belts and straps and holding her arm tight and dangerous. The woman's skin cracked as he yanked her up, she seemed weak and feeble as he held her. "Oh but it really did." And then he bowed his head and sunk his teeth. The woman growled and hissed he snapped her claws into his back as stiles yelled and reached down grabbing Derek's jacket and jumping back a few feet. The man pulled his head back and stiles watched the glass shatter on her neck. She fell in two pieces.  The boy panted as he watched the vampire.

    "Which means you can do what I want." He grinned as he made his way over to the door Natasha was once looking at. He tapped once rapping his buckled against it playfully before yanking it open to reveal Erica. She was balled on her knees and staring with golden yellow eyes and sharp teeth.

    The woman kept forward and was slapped down instantly. "Stop!!" Stiles yelled running forward and catching his cat-woman as she reached the floor. She growled and moved to slash at stiles before she caught sight of him.

    "Stiles?" She asked worriedly, her appearance switching instant. "Stiles!" She snapped around when he nodded, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and toppling the two.

     "You're okay, you're okay, I've got you." Stiles hummed letting a soft hand slid down her head and to her back. He shushed her softly.

    "What are you doing here?! How are you here?" She asked rapidly, her balled hands shaking on his back.

    "Courtesy of yours truly." The vampire man bolted by. "Your welcome."

    Stiles glared at the man before then snatching his head away looking back to the wolf. "I came to help, the others are out there somewhere." Stiles's heart was all to steady with the truth he knew. They were probably on their morning run by know, isn't that sad, not even for him.

    The woman smiled and panted bowing her head into his chest. "And this fucker helped you?" She asked pushing her head over the boys shoulder.

    "And you." He answered as she caught eyes on the dead woman vampire in the room.

    "I see that." She whispers. "Let's find them and go." Erica started to climb up, stiles supporting her as the man tutted his tongue at the two. "What?"

     "Nothing, come on let's go." Stiles led the girl to her feet attempting to get her going and to let her leave.

    "No! What?" She continued despite herself being weak. She stopped and wouldn't move.

"Erica..." stiles sighed his eyes begging as she pleaded for an explanation. "I gotta stay here for a little, you make it home I'll be back okay?"

"What do you mean make it home? I thought the pack was out there?" She asked limping another step and gaining her foot back, it seemed broken and slowly healing as she kept using it.

"They are! Just, not over here..." stiles nodded his head to the door. Still slowly leading the woman to the door. "I just have to do something first."

"No. No! I'm not leaving without you, okay?" She argued earning Stiles's head rolling over his shoulders and back.

"Erica please-"

"No! No, you don't get to make me be alone again..." she cried and drew tears from Stiles's eyes. "I was- I was struggling okay, and alone! And that bitch took my shoes and blood and I started seizing!" Stiles pulled the girl forward, it was something she ultimately fear, getting her seizures back. Stiles squeezed her tight and didn't let go.

"I'm sorry." He whispered pulling back slightly to be at her ear. "But you won't be alone ever again, go home." His final words were a command. His eyes flashed pink and she leaned back with tears still in her eyes. Stiles pulled away and aggressively swiped at his own eyes before sniffing and watching the woman leave to head back home. It was easy and simple as she had clearly wanted to leave. That want was strongest and he played on it. Know, he got to see her go home and be safe again while he finished his job and got the rest of this little cult to leave his pack alone. And yes, he'd be out of the picture once and for all, the pack would be left without their human add on, strong, and happy. And moving on.

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