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As I drifted, I dreamed. Where I floated, under darkness, I heard the happiest sound my mind could conjure up — as beautiful, as uplifting, as it was ghastly. Then I heard shouting. Someone was calling my name.
I was brought back, almost to the surface, by a sharp pain throbbing on my neck, but I couldn't find my way back far enough to open my eyes. There was a point of pressure against my throat. Then...other pains came, stronger pains through my whole body as if poison was traveling it's way throughout my veins. I cried out, gasping, breaking through the dark pool of my own blood.
"ADALINE!" I heard someone cry out. The voice was familiar. It was Stiles.
Then it felt as if I was being burned alive.
THIRD PERSON
Stiles was by Adaline's limp body as he desperately pled to Peter, who hovered over her.
Klaus seemed satisfied with himself, cleaning his mouth with his jacket, "You're going to have to kill her in order for the transition to complete. A pleasure to be doing business with you." And with that, he made his way out of the field.
Stiles frantically shook his head at Peter, "Don't kill her...please...I beg you," As he desperately fought back tears, his voice shaking and body shaking uncontrollably. He wasn't sure who or what the unknown man was or why he hurt Adaline.
Peter smiled at Stiles, dark blood stained all over his mouth and teeth, "Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek."
That was his plan. To hurt both Lydia and Adaline in order to get answers from Stiles. But the only girl Stiles had his eye on was on her. Adaline, who's pale body shook in excruciating pain. The venom was quickly making its way to her system, but without the result of her death, the transition wouldn't be complete.
Stiles stammered in confusion at Peter, not knowing the answer, "What?!"
Peter turned back at Adaline's throbbing body sprawled on the grass and began to press his sharp nails against her neck, preparing to slash open her throat.
Stiles' breath quickened, tears glassing his eyes. "I don't know that!" He whimpered. "How would I know that?!" He shouted as his eyes were still fixated on her. He could tell she was suffering unbearable pain.
"Stiles." Adaline tried to tell him, but her voice was so heavy and slow. She couldn't understand herself.
His eyes widened, wanting to grab onto her, "You're going to be fine. Can you hear me?!" His voice began to tremble even harsher.
"You would know it because you're the clever one, aren't you?" Peter spoke calmly, his nails gently digging into her throat, where it was already bitten.
"Stiles," She tried again, choking on her own blood. Blood began to spread through her hair with alarming speed. She could feel it soaking on her dress, hear it dripping on the grass from her neck. The smell of it twisted her stomach.
"Tell me the truth," Peter whispered carefully. "Or I will slash her throat open." He threatened.
Stiles panted uncontrollably, "Look—look, I don't know, okay?! I swear to god, I have no idea."
Peter roared his lungs out in fury, "TELL ME!" He shouted at his face, Stiles cowering in fear, as he held onto Adaline's shoulder.
In Adaline's mind, she longed-for Stiles' comfort but there was another noise — an awful tumult that her mind shied away from. A vicious bass growling.
Stiles noticed Adaline's discomfort and finally broke off, "Okay, okay, okay! Look, I...." He couldn't seem to find the words. He wasn't sure exactly what to say. He had to figure something out. Anything to save her life. "I think Derek knew he was going to get caught."
"By the Agrents?"
"Yeah...." His mind was choas, trying to put everything together. "When he was shot, I think he took Scott's phone. Scott couldn't find it anywhere today."
"Why would he take his phone?"
"Scott has GPS...so if Derek still has it...and it's still on...you can find him."
"It hurts," Adaline whimpered through her teeth. That's when she couldn't take it anymore. "My neck is burning!" She screamed and sobbed violently, finally breaking through the last of the darkness, her eyes fluttering open. She couldn't see Stiles' face, something dark and warm was clouding her eyes. Why couldn't they see the fire and put it out? Her body was burning.
Stiles' voice was frightened. "Adaline?!" He called out to her. She cried as it burned her, her hands balled into fists, her nails digging into her palms.
"You're coming with me to help me find Derek." Peter grabbed onto Stiles' arms but he refused, pulling it back.
He was finally able to put Adaline's trembling body in his arms. He didn't care if his white button down shirt would stain him with her blood. "No, I'm...not just letting you leave them here!"
Adaline writhed in the grip of the fiery torture, the movement of Stiles holding on to her making the pain in her body flare sickeningly. She screamed in agony, realizing her eyes were closed again. She opened them, desperate to find his face.
Peter pulled a napkin out of no where and wiped Lydias blood from his mouth, "You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me."
Stiles began to shed tears as he cried out, "JUST KILL ME! I don't care anymore! You can kill me...just save both of them..." His eyes went back to Adaline's almost limp body, "Save her."
Peter casually shrugged his shoulders, "If the venom reaches her system, she'll heal."
Stiles couldn't comprehend what was going on with Adaline. Lydia was unconscious, as Adaline's body shook in absolute pain. Something was wrong. "Was that guy not like you? What was he?!"
"The only thing you have to know is that she'll heal." He repeated the words carefully once more to get to his head. "Call Jackson. Tell him where they are. That's all you get."
Stiles' face was drawn. His eyes of doubt were suddenly replaced with a blazing determination. His jaw tightened as he breathed hard through his nose and quickly pulled out his phone with his trembling hands.
Then, slowly, Adaline's writhing calmed as her body grew more and more numb. The fire was dulling, focusing into an ever-smaller point. She felt her consciousness slipping as the pain subsided. She was afraid to fall into the black waters again, afraid she would him in the darkness.
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Once the elevator opened, Stiles hurriedly sprinted to where Adaline was resting in the hospital. Before he could even catch a glimpse of her, his father abruptly stopped him on his tracks, grabbing him by the arms. For a split second, Stiles thought he grabbed him because he noticed his blood drenched shirt, but luckily Stiles changed into an extra he had in his jeep.
"You know what? It's good we're in the hospital, because i'm gonna kill you!" Mr. Stilinski threatened.
Stiles heaved for air as beads of sweat dropped down his red flushed face, "I'm...i'm sorry. I lost the keys to my jeep. I had to run all the way—"
"I don't care!" He shouted loudly, cutting him off.
Stiles shook impatiently, desperately wanting to go find her, "Are they gonna be okay? Is she gonna be okay?" His voice cracked as tears threatened to take over him.
His dad sighed, knowing that Stiles was looking for Adaline. He himself was worried for her as well. Once he saw Adaline being taken in by medical professionals, he just couldn't believe it. "They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. With both of them. Lydia seems to be doing fine. She's resting. But with Adaline...."
Once Stiles heard the uncertainty laced in his dads voice, he knew he was going to loose it. He felt as if he was in a nightmare. He constantly pinched himself, hoping he'd wake up.
"She lost a lot of blood from the bite on her throat but....there's something else going on with her."
Stiles anxiously rubbed his pale face with his hands and stammered, "What do you mean?!"
"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. They couldn't really find anything that is causing her to react so strangely...but her body keeps going into shock."
Stiles couldn't loose her. He just couldn't. He loved her and if she were to die, he'd literally go out of his freaking mind. His breath hitched. He knew he needed to sit down before he'd pass out.
That was until his dad spoke again, "Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who...or what attacked them? Especially Adaline?"
Stiles stared straight at him, wanting to tell him everything but he proceeded to quickly shake his head, "No. No, I have no idea."
"What about Scott?"
"What do you mean? What about him?" Stiles questioned.
His dad asked once more, "Did he see anything?"
Stiles' eyes widened in confusion, wondering why he didn't hear the news about Adaline. "What do you—is he not here?!"
"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cellphone to let him know about his sister. I've gotten no response."
That's when he remembered that Derek still had Scott's phone where ever he was, "Yeah, you're not gonna get one."
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{a week later} season 2 sneak peek
Scott and Stiles managed to sneak their way into Adaline's room, where she laid still, her complexion pale. They both gawked at her, especially Stiles, who hoped she'd wake up anytime soon. He already knew he'd stay there with her till she did, so he'd be the first person she'd see when she awakes.
Both knowing that both Adaline and Lydia were bitten, they checked up on Lydia first, not exactly sure what she was. She wasn't healing at all, confirming she wasn't a werewolf.
Adaline is what worried and perplexed them the most. Stiles remembered seeing the guy that hurt her Peter obviously hinting that he wasn't a werewolf after all. That wasn't a good sign.
Scott proceeded to carefully lift up the bandage on Adaline's neck, which revealed healed skin. No bite whatsoever.
Scott worriedly looked back at his best friend and gulped, "If she's healed...and that guy wasn't like Peter then—"
"Then what the hell is she?" Stiles whispered himself...watching over the girl he loved, now something that he hoped he wouldn't fear of.
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