Victoria Stilinski never knew that her long time crush would even look at her let alone hook up with her. Just like she never would have expected that a one night stand with said crush would lead to such drastic changes in her life.
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Chapter Forty Without You
"You have to let me see him." I demanded, my eyes glaring at the woman behind the counter. She tilted her head with a sigh, "it's a 72 hour--" I cut her off, "I don't care about your 72 hour bullshit, I need to see my brother right now."
The woman sighed, "fine," she shoved forward a plastic container, "empty your pockets." I quickly emptied all my belongings, not missing how she mumbled beneath her breath, "I don't get paid enough for this job."
I was in a dark courtyard, the only light being that of the moon. I slowly stepped forward, unsure of what was happening around me or where I was. Snow covered the ground and I frowned, it didn't snow in Beacon Hills.
"Please..." I turned in the direction of my voice. I sounded so sad and heartbroken, defeated. A gasp fell from my lips as I took in the vision in front of me. It was me and Stiles. His eyes were dark with bags from lack of sleep and that terrifying look of hate and anger lingered in his dark eyes.
I was holding a gun, aiming it directly at my brother's chest. "Please do, don't make me do this, Stiles." My arms were shaking, along with the gun. Stiles stepped toward me, a dark smile on his lips as he did so. "What are you going to do, shoot me?"
"Please, Stiles." The other me pleaded. "I'm gonna kill you, Victoria. But, don't worry, I'll make it quick." The evil version of Stiles began walking toward the other me quickly. I brought my own hand out to try and stop Stiles but it was too late as a loud gunshot rang in my ears. Oh my god...
I sat at one of the metal tables, across from Stiles, a worried look in my eyes as I glanced around us. Everyone was wearing the same pair of grey pajamas. I looked over my brother's tired eyes, a painful ache in my heart as I thought back to my vision.
Neither one of us spoke, I think he was shocked to see me, if I'm being honest. I wet my lips after looking around the too-white room, everything was white besides for the doors and it wasn't even a clean white, it was dirty and... weird.
"How are you feeling?" I tried to meet Stiles' eyes but, I couldn't. Every time I looked at him, I was reminded of the gunshot I fired at his chest. I instead looked down to my belly that stuck out, I rubbed over the bump absentmindedly.
Stiles sighed, "tired. I still haven't been sleeping. I can't sleep or the nogitsune will take over... and there's something going on here, Tori. I know it." He leaned forward on the table and I felt my eyes snap toward his, the ache growing in my chest.
"Stiles, maybe you just haven't gotten used to being here yet? You've always been weird with new places." I suggested, unsure of my own words. I didn't know if I was talking to the nogitsune or my brother. "No, something's going on. I've seen things... heard things-"
My voice cut over his without thinking, tears began burning in my eyes. "Stiles! I need you to get better, okay? If Scott and the other's can't figure this out... I just need you to get better. I can't, I can't do this without you."
