A/N: Okay, so here is the next chapter guys. I know it was a little later than I have been with the last few chapters but I had a bit of a nervous breakdown this week. Sometimes life is a you-know-what.

I had to try and get this chapter out as fast as i could for you guys because you are all so amazing and you leave such wonderful comments and really you are the best fans/readers that I could have hoped for, so thank you. :)

Hope you like this chapter and don't have so many feels, even though it's long and full on, xo

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Karissa sat in the back seat with Isaac on the drive to the clinic. She sat staring at him for the entirety of the trip which made him very uncomfortable.

“Do you have to do that?” He asked.

“What the hell have done to yourself?”

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t feel that pull? You aren’t at all even slightly attracted to me right now?” She said.

“Not at all, actually, I might even be a little bit repulsed.” He said.

“For the last time, I never killed anyone!” She hissed. “And whoever this guy is I can't wait to meet him because whatever he gave you works, and really well.”

“Who said he gave us anything?”

“Isaac, don’t engage with the psychopath.” Jackson said from the passenger seat.

“Why am I the psycho here? Because I’m a different creature to you? That’s basically racism.” She sneered.

“No, because you seem to find all of this amusing.” Jackson retorted.

“You know I’ve never met any werewolves before, you’re my first.” She smiled.

“Well I’ve never met a…”

“Maeve.” She said dryly.

“Whatever that is.” Jackson snorted.

“It means ‘she who intoxicates’. Don’t you think it fits?” she smiled again. “Some cultures like to add ‘demon’ in front of it because legends say she comes into the villages and rids them of their men and therefore cursing the village to a terrible fate.” She rolled her eyes.

“Are you some kind of feminist or something?” Isaac said.

“We have our own beliefs and ideas about how the world works as I’m sure werewolves do too.” She shrugged.

“We’re here.” Derek said, pulling up outside the clinic and getting out of the car.

Isaac dragged Karissa with him until Derek came and grabbed her, more forcefully and with a far tighter grip.

“Ouch, hey! I can heal faster than humans but if you break my arm it’s going to fucking hurt.” She snapped.

Derek cared very little about her pain.

They knocked on the back door and Deaton opened it with Lydia and Allison standing behind him.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” Jackson asked as Deaton let them in.

“Trying to catch a glimpse of the bitch who tried to kill our friend.” Lydia said with a shrug.

Karissa laughed. “How many times do I have to say that I didn’t do this before someone listens?”

“I haven’t heard the story so you’re free to share it with me.” Deaton said as Derek shoved her down into a chair and held her in place with a painful hand on her shoulder.

She gave him a dirty glare before looking to Deaton. “Shall we start with the formalities or are we on a tight deadline?” She sneered up at Derek who let out a warning growl.

“Derek, try to stay calm.” Deaton said. “My name Dr Deaton, I suppose you could call me the emissary for this pack, and you are?”

“Karissa, I suppose you could call me the crazy cat lady seeing as I’m seriously stuck in the doghouse.” Deaton chuckled a little.

“You have a fair bit of fight there.”

She grinned and began to laugh. “I’m here against my will so clearly not enough.”

“You really aren’t human, are you?” Allison said with a disgusted look and a shake of her head.

“Now, now sweet heart, we’re supposed to be on the same side here.” She sneered.

“You tried to kill three of my friends, two of them are still in the hospital.” Allison said.

Karissa rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’m done playing nice here. I never touched anyone. I can't even perform the change yet. The most I get are these ugly-ass eyes that turn into slits when I’m angry or whatever. Sort of like his are all the time.” She motioned to Derek next to her.

His grip tightened and she winced.

“Would you like to give me a sample of your blood to test?” Deaton asked.

“I suppose you’d take it no matter what I said.” She held out her arm to let him take some.

After looking over his slides and checking Stiles’ blood slides against it Deaton nodded to himself. “Fascinating.” He said.

“What’s fascinating?” Jackson said.

“She has no traces of that poison in her blood stream, usually the carriers will have a base supply but I can't see anything here.” He said.

“Give it six months. I’ll be eighteen and the urges will be even stronger. Do you have any idea what we have to go through to keep ourselves in check?” The werewolves in the room all gave her a look and she rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe you do.”

“Tell me about the process.” Deaton asked.

“Well, when we’re born we’re basically just like normal little kids just people seem to find us more… I don’t know, we’re cuter than the average baby I guess. It’s a pheromone balance thing. Anyway, when we get to about twelve or thirteen we develop the basis of our powers. We can control our pheromone output and sense things that shouldn’t be possible. It’s not even something I can explain properly so please don’t ask me for details on that.

“We can figure out how to control it and make it work in our favour, the only physical aspect is the eyes changing. When we turn eighteen the poison is fully developed and we experience out first full transformation on the first full moon after our birthday. It takes a while to be able to control the transformation but it’s not supposed to be that hard… unless you’ve already killed. Once you make the first ritual killing it becomes something that you get obsessed with and can't stop.” She said.

“Why is that?” Deaton asked.

“There’s more than one type of Maeve, we’re just one species. Sometimes others like us are called succubi and some legends say that we’re immortal. That’s just not true. We can perpetuate a state that seems like immortality but it’s not in the sense that people think.”

“So… the ritual of killing and taking the youth and vibrancy of a young man it a literal absorption of his youth, keeping the Maeve younger and more vital for longer.” Deaton filled in the gaps.

“Essentially, yes. The more men you kill the younger you stay. The younger they are the stronger you get. Obviously killing babies would be totally horrible, it’s why the allure doesn’t often work on men younger than twelve. It’s the cut off.” She exhaled, tired from recounting years of teachings from her own mother. “We don’t have to kill young men to stay young, seducing a man and sleeping with him gives you a… I don’t know, a buzz I guess and it does make you younger, but it’s nowhere near as potent as the ritual.”

“And you say you go by the… alternative method?” Deaton asked a little uncomfortably.

She narrowed her eyes. “I plan to screw myself younger rather than become a murderess she-devil, yes.”

“I apologize.” Deaton said.

She shrugged. “It’s the way it has to be. I’ve known who I am since I was about eight. I’m pretty desensitised.”

“None of this tells us how we can help Stiles.” Lydia said, tapping her foot and folding her arms.

“Stiles?” Karissa asked.

“You’ve met him once before, I think you should just buy yourself some face cream rather than using him to make you look younger.” Lydia snapped.

“I think I remember, yeah, I don’t think you could forget a name like Stiles.” She laughed.

“He’s dying Karissa. You said you don’t want to kill people, well someone like you is killing people and he’s going to be next if we don’t do something. You also said you knew of a way to cure this.” Isaac said, his eyes now pleading.

“I said I might.” She said.

“Karissa if you know anything then please, tell us how to save him.” Deaton said.

“Why should I help you? They were perfectly happy to just kill me before they knew the whole story.” She shook her head.

“That was just Derek, you’ll have to forgive him for that. He and Stiles… well, I don’t really know how to put it.” Deaton looked over at Derek who was looking away.

Karissa turned her head up to look at him. “I remember now, you came over and broke the gaze. So your boyfriend’s dying huh?”

Derek sighed.

“Karissa please. All you have to do is tell us what we need and then you can go. We will never even cross paths with you again if you just help us.” Isaac pleaded.

She sighed and shook her head. “If it were that easy, I would, but to cure him you’d need me to be there and it won't be enjoyable.”

“Will you at least come and see him?” Allison said, trying out her human tactics.

“Do I have a choice?” She asked bitterly.

“No, but we’re trying to extend a hand here.” Isaac said.

“Only because you need me.”

“You’d do the same if it was your family on the line.” Deaton said.

“He’s not your family. If, and I’m only saying if right now, if I do this you’ll owe me something. A favour, a gift, any one thing I ask for.” She said.

“If you save him I’ll be in your debt, you leave them out of it. This is between you and me.” Derek said, turning to face her and taking his hand off her shoulder.

She looked up, studying his face and nodding slightly. “So where is he then?”

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                Stiles –

Everything is so surreal.

I stood by the hospital wall, staring at myself in the bed, frail and on the edge. I felt like I was standing behind a blurry veil just staring out at the rest of the world. I saw my dad sitting by my bed, pushing back my hair and sobbing gently because he knew what would almost inevitably happen.

                I have watched Scott and Isaac sit by the bed and get closer to one another as Scott slowly broke down.

I watched Derek hold tightly onto my hand and kiss me and all I have wanted to was put my hands on the side of his face and kiss him and promise him that everything will be okay in the end.

My head keeps going over that last moment, the last thing I remember.

“I love you too.”

I’d been trying to tell him, if I was going to die I wanted to tell him exactly how I felt because I needed him to know. Right now the only ones here were Boyd, Scott and my dad. I sniffed hard and felt a comforting hand caress my shoulder.

“Hallucinating is probably not the best sign, huh?” I said, a tear falling over my cheek as I tried to hold back.

“You can't give up sweet heart, I never did.” I turned to her and sighed.

“You’re just the hallucination talking.” I sniffed again and knew how impossibly unreal this was but I still let her take me in her arms and suddenly I was a kid again.

It was like I had scraped my knee out in the street with Scott and she was there to make it better with just her arms and the warmth of her touch.

“Everything will be okay sweet heart.” She said soothingly, stroking the back of my head and kissing my temple. “You can't let anything beat you down. Look how much you have to live for.”

I mumbled into her shoulder. “I miss you.”

“I know, but you can't give up. He needs you.” She pointed to my dad and I turned back to look at him.

“You left him too remember.”

“I had no choice; you have people fighting harder for you now.” She smiled.

“We did fight for you.” I said, taking her hand.

“Sometimes your fate is just sealed.” She caressed my face with her other hand and I sucked my lips in trying not to cry.

“I don’t want to leave you again.” I choked.

“I have never left you baby.” She kissed my forehead and pulled me in to her arms.

“This isn’t just some regular old infection…” I started, shaking the tears from my eyes as I stared over at my dad, trying to reach out and touch him but never being close enough.

“I know.”

“That’s not just regular old Scott…” I sighed.

“I know.”

“And Derek… Derek’s…”

“He’s just your regular old werewolf boyfriend?” She smiled warmly and I turned to sigh at her, my lip trembling.

“If I don’t make it out of this…” I said with a croak in my voice, pausing to breathe and steady myself. “He’s lost everything. He… he told me…”

“He loves you, I know. I can see that, I have seen that. You and I both know that he is going to do everything to get you back there, or he’ll die trying.”

I smirked and shook my head a little, “yeah, he’s a bit like that.”

“I’m proud of you Stiles. When you go back there I want you to know that.” She said.

“I love you mom.” I whispered.

She pulled me in and kissed my head, squeezing me so tightly that I thought it may have been real, she could really have been here holding me like this wasn’t just a hallucination.

“I love you more than you will ever realise son.” Her breath fanned over my face and I nodded to her before closing my eyes.

Slipping back into my sleep I wondered if I would ever get out of this or whether I would be seeing a lot more of her in some kind of afterlife. I know one thing though, time for them to find a cure is running critically low.

* * *

The pack returned to the hospital with Karissa and Deaton in tow. All of them had their eyes glued to her to make sure she didn’t try and run for it, they couldn’t very well drag her in there with the staff and other patients and visitors watching. That just wasn’t normal.

Isaac called Scott when they were outside, wanting to know if the sheriff was in with Stiles. They couldn’t do this with him there either.

“Isaac, any more news?” Scott said when he answered.

“Well, actually you missed out on a lot.”

“What? Why didn’t you call me? I could have-”

“Scott just cool it for a second okay? Is his dad still there?”

“Uh, sitting by the bed, yeah. Why?” He whispered.

“I need you to find a way to get rid of him for a while.”

“What? Why? How?”

“I can explain all of it if you can get him distracted. We might have found a way to save him.” Isaac hissed.

“I’ll see what I can do but I don’t know if anything I try will work. He’s pretty messed up right now.” Scott said.

“I know, just try.”

They hung up the phone and Scott filled Boyd in.

“Why do they need him out?” He whispered.

“I don’t know but it’s got to be important.” Scott shrugged.

As he was trying to think of a way to distract the sheriff, his mother came in to do the hourly check-up. Suddenly it clicked.

“Mom!” He hissed, waving her over frantically.

She looked a little confused but headed over to him anyway. “What?”

“I need you to distract him for me.” He nodded at the sheriff.

“You want me to take the man away from his dying son?” Her eyes were wide and questioning.

“Only for a while. Isaac just called, he thinks they have a way to save him but they need the sheriff out of here.” He whispered.

Melissa looked over at him with a sigh. “You know I can't promise anything.”

“I’ll start doing my laundry.” Scott offered with a smile and she shook her head.

“I’m due for a break soon anyway. I’ll see what I can do.”

“I love you mom.” Scott smiled, his hope growing dangerously with every second that passed.

She shook her head. “Cavorting with a pack of werewolves, never thought I’d see the day.” She walked over to the sheriff and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “How’re you feeling John?” She asked.

He sat up and rubbed his red eyes. “I’ve been a lot better.” He gave as much of a smile as he could muster. “How is he?”

“There’s no change so far.” The sheriff groaned and sighed. “That’s not all bad, he’s holding. He’s stable at the moment. He’s a fighter, you know that. He won't give up on you.” She rubbed his back soothingly and he nodded. “You need to get out of this room, get yourself some dinner.”

“No, I can't leave him here.” He said.

Melissa looked back at Boyd and Scott who were nodding at her encouragingly. She shook her head again.

“If he could talk he’d tell you that you need something to eat, and that you need to get an actual night of sleep.” She said.

He sighed. “He’d say a lot of things, most of them complete nonsense.” He chuckled a little and Melissa smiled.

“I’m going for my dinner soon, how about we go down to the cafeteria and get some food into you. I’m on his case and they’ll page me if anything happens so you’ll know. You can't forget about yourself John.”

He bobbed his head a little. “Yeah, I suppose I should eat something.”

“Come on, it’s on me.” She smiled as he stood up.

“Oh no, I couldn’t let you do that.” He said.

“Relax, I get a food allowance so it’s basically free anyway.” She shrugged and he even managed a smile as she led him out of the room with a nod for Boyd and Scott.

Scott sent a message to Isaac.

He’s out getting food with my mom, explain now?

He replied instantly.

We’re coming up, plus one.

Scott felt his skin go cold and showed the message to Boyd.

“Does… what does that mean?” He asked.

“I don’t know but they better explain it to me soon.” He said.

It was only a few minutes before the pack was walking up and into the room, shutting the door behind them. Erica followed them in, having just been discharged from her room and being free to go.

Scott watched as a familiar girl walked through the doors surrounded by the pack, her scent even more familiar. The scent from the woods.

He growled and Boyd turned to him, grabbing him by the arm before he lunged at her.

“What did you do? What did you do to him?!” He snarled, Boyd holding him back.

Karissa recoiled with an eyebrow raised and Isaac shook his head.

“Scott, just listen, okay?” He said, putting his hands up.

“To what? You can smell that on her! She did this!”

This time it was Deaton to speak up after seeing Boyd’s eyes flash and his grip relax.

“Scott, Boyd… it’s not what you think. She couldn’t possibly have done this and before she explains let me tell you that she might be the only one who can save him.” He said.

Scott stopped trying to leave Boyd’s grip and ground his teeth together. He looked over at her and she seemed to relax a little, knowing that one wrong move and she could be dead. She was surrounded by an over-protective pack of werewolves.

“There’s no ‘might’ about it…” She said, staring down at Stiles and walking slowly to his bedside.

The others stopped to watch her, one wrong move around Stiles and Derek wouldn’t hesitate to tear her arm clean off.

She tilted her head as she sensed the air around her. She let everything around her soak in and reached out to him. She slowly extended her arm, looking back at Derek warily, before putting her hand on Stiles’ shoulder.

“The only thing that could bring him back now is this ritual… if it even works.” She smirked a little and surprisingly Erica was the one to growl first.

Scott shook his head. “If you can't help her we’ll find someone or something else that can.”

She let out a little laugh. “I’m not like you, I can sense things in the people around me and I know what I sense from him. Tell me, with your heightened werewolf senses, that this room doesn’t reek of death.”

They all looked from one to another, Lydia and Allison exchanged a glance and Derek narrowed his eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” She folded her arms and stared back at them. “You know this won't be easy.” She said, slightly annoyed.

“No one said it was going to be easy.” Deaton said.

“Hey, you’re the one who-” Scott started but Isaac stopped him, filling him in on all the things he and Boyd missed. Scott gave her a dark stare. “It’s one of your kind doing this… what do we care if it’s easy on you?”

“You can't force me to help him.” She said.

“We can threaten to kill you, and carry through.” Boyd said, folding his arms.

“You’re a real big dude, do you know that?” Boyd snarled and she put her hands up in submission. “Right, real big werewolf dude, I get it.”

“Can I just ask…” Lydia chimed in, her thinking face on. “What are the odds that there is only one of these Maeve things here in Beacon Hills? I mean, there can't be many like her and if you live in the proximity of another member of your kind wouldn’t you know them, or at least know of them?”

“Me and my mother are not killers. She gave it up when she had… me.” She said, the last word catching in her throat.

“I’m not a werewolf but I can tell that something isn’t right here.” Lydia said.

Karissa was giving her a filthy stare and the rest of the pack looked to Derek and then to one another. “She knows. She has to.” Isaac said.

“I know nothing.” She hissed.

Derek stepped forward, his body only inches from hers as he stared down at her. “You keep bringing up the fact that we are werewolves so you should know that when someone is lying, we can hear the sound of their heartbeat rising.”

“If I do this for him you owe me a debt.” She said with a breath. “You can kill me now but he’s going to die anyway.”

“I will kill whoever did this to him.” He breathed.

“Not if you don’t know them. You’ll kill me because he’ll be dead or you can give me your word. You don’t kill her for this or I will come back and make sure he dies too.” She pointed to Stiles and Scott was ready to step forward but Isaac grabbed his arm.

“It’s her sister. It has to be.” He said.

She looked around Derek, breaking their eye contact and giving them all a glare. “She made the mistake of taking a life and became obsessed with the power. It’s not hard to lose control of it.” She looked to Jackson and grinned wickedly. “You’ve taken life before, I can feel it, I can still see the blood on your hands. Tell me you were in control of it, go ahead.”

He swallowed hard and looked about ready to strangle her but he resisted without a word.

She sneered. “I thought so.” She turned back to Derek who hadn’t moved a muscle. “I want your word or I’ll stand here and watch him slowly die I swear it to you.”

“Do you really think you can trust me?” He said through gritted teeth.

She tilted her head. “I will come after him until you kill me yourself if you break that word. My mother would do the same and believe me; your little potion won't work so well on her. And I suggest you make up your mind soon because he is running out of time.”

Derek thought for a moment.

“Don’t do it Derek, you wanted it dead so it can't hurt anyone else.” Boyd said.

“If he doesn’t, Stiles will die.” Allison said.

“If you don’t make the vow he’ll die and if you break it I promise to kill him as torturously as possible-” Her pupils turned to slits as she hissed the last word and Derek grabbed her by the throat.

“Do it. Do the ritual… and I won't touch her.” He said before letting her go and she laughed.

“You have so much angst.” She shook her head and he turned his back on her.

“But if he dies… so will she.” He took a few steps away and turned back around.

She eyed him cautiously. “If you can find her.” she held out her hand and Derek took it, squeezing particularly hard for their shake.

She turned back to Stiles and sighed. “From what I’ve heard this is going to hurt.” She grunted.

“Please, just tell us what you need.” Deaton said.

“Well for starters I need someone to watch the door.” she said.

“I’ll do it.” Erica offered.

“What exactly do you have to do?” Jackson asked.

“We need to make a link. It’ll be a blood link I’d say.”

“You’d say?” Scott said.

“I told you I’ve never done this before, it’s all rumour. Plus I’m not even fully matured so it might not even work out anyway.” She shrugged.

“All we can do is try, Scott.” Deaton said.

“I need a link, and then I recite the words, or a similar rendition. It’s a ritual not a spell, it doesn’t have to be exact because it’s an offering.” She said before looking up with a small smile. “And I’m going to need one of you to make the third link.” They all looked at one another before her smile turned into a sneer. “I need someone who shares a bond with him, someone he loves and who loves him back.”

They all looked up at Derek who stepped forward. Karissa let out a cackle of a laugh.

“You? Now Derek, I know that sounds like you but you have no idea how toxic you are.” Her smile widened. “If you joined the link it would kill him faster than my sister already is. The ritual needs someone pure of heart, not someone tainted. You are a poison.” She spat.

“Shut up and tell us what we need to do.” Scott growled.

Derek stepped away and stared over at Stiles, wishing that he didn’t already know how true her words were.

Karissa made a humming sound before running her tongue over her lips. “You… now you, I can work with.” She smiled.

“Go.” Isaac nudged him and Scott looked hesitant, afraid of making Derek seem small in front of his pack.

Surely he couldn’t think all of those things are true? Scott thought as he nodded. “What do you need?” He said flatly.

“Stand there.” She pointed to the bedside and she walked around to the other. “Does anyone have a blade?”

Scott flashed one of his claws and she snickered.

“I’m not going to be interrupted am I?” She asked Derek callously.

“No.” He said.

“Good, then I expect you to do everything that I tell you.” She said to Scott. He nodded and she exhaled heavily. “How long before you’ll heal?”

“I can hold it for a few seconds.”

“The link will keep you bleeding, so long as you make it before you heal. You…” She looked to Boyd and nodded him over. “You make the cuts when I say.”

“Gladly.” He growled.

She looked down at Stiles’ covered hand and looked up at Boyd again. “Can Mr Big please remove the cast?” she drawled.

Boyd narrowed his eyes but Scott nodded hurriedly. “Do it Boyd.”

He reached down and tore open the plaster on his hand, trying to leave it on his injured wrist.

“That’s perfect. I need you to make the cuts as I say, in order. You’ll know.” She said.

Boyd nodded, knowing that he needed to do this right if it was going to work.

She took her breaths, eyes closed, until she was ready. When she opened them, they were slits once again and her teeth had grown only slightly sharper. Her adolescent Maeve teeth sharp enough to pierce skin but without the deadly poison.

“Conjunctio per amorem…” She waved her hand to the gap between Stiles and Scott’s hands.

Boyd sliced a long gash in Stiles’ hand and then Scott’s before she closed her fist and they pressed their blood marks together.

“What did she say?” Allison whispered under her breath and Lydia tilted her head with her mouth slightly parted.

“Joining the love…” She breathed.

“Conjungit causam…” Karissa held her hand out to Stiles and again Boyd sliced into his hand and then hers before connecting them to one another.

“The cause…” Lydia nodded to herself.

“Fatum retorquentis…” The last bond was between her and Scott.

“Fate?”

Boyd broke the skin and as they pressed their bloodied wounds together they both exhaled sharply, their chests rising and puffing out in front of them. Everyone almost stepped back at the sight. Scott panted hard, feeling like someone was dancing around in his chest. He only looked at Stiles still laying limp in the bed.

“Damni contrario…et libera me ab eo morbo…” She gasped and tensed the hand that held Stiles’ so tightly.

“Reverse… take his… ills?” Lydia said, knowing only enough Latin to help her fill in the blanks her actions left.

She bit down on her lip as she felt the damage and destruction that had ravaged his insides soak through and into her arm, extending into her body through their linked hands. She felt it squeezing her chest, her heart, and excruciatingly claw at her from the inside out.

It moved through her and down her right arm. When she felt it nearing her link with Scott she managed to choke out the next incantation.

“Sit mendacium fidem cum dilectione…” It hit the link and it was Scott’s turn to recoil in pain.

“Love becomes his protection…”

He could feel the poison burning inside him and his brow began to sweat as he felt it make its way further inside of him, trying to take hold.

“You have to fight it off… it’s the only way to protect him. If you don’t, he’ll take it back and that will be the end of the game.” Karissa said, sweating and trying not to keel over from the pain that had just left her.

Scott fought hard against it but he could feel it winning, drawing in close to his heart. “How?” She said, spitting through his clenched jaw.

“Protect him… prótegam eum…” She hissed.

Scott didn’t know how, he didn’t know how to keep it from passing through him and returning to Stiles. He felt like his insides were tearing apart and he let out an agonised cry.

“Scott…” Isaac whimpered.

He wouldn’t give up, he couldn’t. He thought of all the reasons why he could beat this thing. It was darkness, a sickness. It was something that could only come from something with evil buried inside of it. He knew in his heart that he held no capacity to hold that in his body. He couldn’t survive with something so malevolent inside him.

“Suscípiet fratrem tuum…”

Lydia sighed, a tear falling from her eye. “Protect your brother…” She breathed.

Scott gnashed his teeth together and strained his body harder than he ever thought he would. He would not let this get back to Stiles or he would die trying to keep it away. The darkness wrapped its tendrils around his heart with such scorching pain that he thought he might not survive it until the warmth and goodness he held inside of him made that darkness recoil and shrivel. He gasped painfully as it released his heart and almost melted down through his body until all he could feel was a dull pulsing through his veins.

“Ignosce mihi sororum…” Karissa said softly before she released the hands and Scott did the same, stepping back and leaning on one of the chairs.

Karissa slumped on the floor, breathing hard.

“Did it work?” Erica asked instantly.

“We’ll only know if he wakes up.” Karissa breathed.

“How long will that be?” Jackson said.

“I don’t know.”

“What did you do to me?” Scott asked, still panting.

“She forced you to protect him like a brother would.” Lydia piped up.

“You must have been willing to die for him…” Karissa eyes him strangely.

“Is he going to wake up?” Isaac repeated.

Karissa looked at him with her strange bright eyes. “Only time will tell.”

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A/N: Alright, I hope that sated your appetite a little. I will update as soon as I can. You know, when life gets better.

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