Invisible (TW and TVD fanfic)

🐺 Chapter 13 🐺

This chapter is dedicated to my boyfriend who doesn't have Wattpad, but he is so amazing, and I love him so much. ❤

This chapters song is Wake Me Up Inside, by Evanescence

With the stroke against my face I feel a prick digging in against me, right behind my ear. My body basically loses all function, but it doesn't hurt. My legs just collapse beneath me. But all the fear is gone. All my fear vanished when I saw people. I didn't see monsters. I saw people.

I expect to hit the ground but I don't. Someone catches me but I cannot tilt my head to see who. Although I feel my body being lifted off the ground. I then see Scott and the others. If Scott's not holding me? Who is? Scott's expression changes. Instantly to, shocked. He says something but I couldn't hear because my eyes rolled back and I feel into another deep sleep. Geeze I used to like sleeping.

When my eyes open they open into an unexpected place. They open to find a right but long hallway. I regained feeling in my body and instantly get up. But what I turn to see rips my heart out. It just tears me apart. My mouth opens. My soul just dies. As I see one person. But he isn't who I remember. He looks terrible. He looks like he's been taken over. Possessed.

A smile widens on his face. My heart thumps. I'm actually scared. Normally I'm not scared of Stiles. But this, this isn't Stiles. "I see you've woken up." He says with a deceiving tone.

"What happened to him?" I stare at him, concerned.

" Who? Your precious Stiles? Him? "

"No, my cat. Yes Stiles!" He smirks.

"Haha, I see you have learned some of his sarcasm."

" Yeah. "

"Well, to answer your question...... He's gone." My heart drops lower, and lower. My eyes start to water. "Oh this is great." I stare at him angrily and confused. "Well if you haven't noticed I feed off of certain things. I feed off of pain, stress, destruction, suffering." He pauses. "But the most pain... Is caused by losing someone you love." He smirks while a tear falls down my cheek. I've cried more than I ever have in my life in Beacon Hills. "Keep crying little girl." That comment makes me stop crying completely. My face goes straight. My a anger rises. My pain diminishes. My eyes change.

His eyebrow raises. Looking at my eyes. "Purple eyes. Different. Huh, I honestly cannot believe they chose you." My curiosity, takes the best of me.

"What?"

" They chose you. "

"Who is 'they'???" I ask hastily.

"I honestly don't know." I look at him.

" I don't believe you. "

"As old as I am, I can't believe I don't know. I've always assumed that they are demons"

"How old are you?"

"Haha, old."

"That's not really an answer."

" Well, answers are overrated. "

"How long have I been here?" I say avoiding his last comment.

"Around 7 hours."

" What?!?!!? " I say shocked.

"Yep. You really needed some sleep I guess."

"You have no idea how much I've slept."

A large bang erupts and startles me. I stare around but notice I'm still in a long, narrow hall. I see Stiles, or whatever he is, grab out a stick, well it looks like a stick, and he cracks it. Sending a wave of purple smoke shooting out of where the "twig" snapped.
"They're here."