Everything was fuzzy, and I knew it was because of the blood loss. I'm not sure if I blacked out or I just can't remember, but Scott is gone. Everyone's gone... I'm alone in this room, bleeding out on a rock. My head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. I'm not healing, and I know it's because of the damn plants intertwined on the straps. If I could just get out of these straps... I can heal. 

"How many times have you blacked out?" Kate hummed as she waltzed into the room, her eyes shining with amusement. 

I bit down on my lip and looked away from her, I'm not going to let her get in my head. I have to be strong and keep up hope. I have to hope that I can get out of here. 

She chuckled, "Scott's doing great... if you were wondering. He's already killed Kira." 

"What?" I gasped, giving her my undivided attention. 

Kate nodded, "I had to test his loyalty... sure, you would have been the ultimate test-- but I didn't want to possibly screw up the ritual." 

Kira's dead? My heart was swelling in my chest and not in a good way. Does Scott really have no idea what he's doing? He couldn't' fight the urge and stay strong? Maybe he's got a bit of the darkness inside of him too. The same darkness that I have. I'm going to have to use that darkness to get out of here. Kate was right, I can't play hero. I need to save myself before I even think about trying to save anyone else. 

There's not a doubt in my mind that Peter is behind this. Kate said herself that she was killing two birds with one stone, and I'm sure that Satan in a V-neck wants my brother dead. I have a feeling that everyone is coming to find us, and Peter is deceiving them yet again. I hope he doesn't have a hold of Malia's head yet... if she does what he asks her too, who knows what could happen. If Scott is a Berserker, they're going to kill him, because they won't know it's him.

"You're not going to beat us, Kate." I coughed out.

She chuckled, "I've already won, sweetheart." 

With that, she was gone. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes. I hope that Kate was bluffing about Kira being dead. I have to believe that she's alive because she's my only hope of getting out of these restraints. I felt my ability to remain conscious slipping away and once again I was drifting off into darkness.

"It is freezing in here," I mumbled as I laced up my skates, Stiles and I were sitting on the bleachers putting on our skates and getting everything ready so we could go out on the ice. I should have brought a jacket, but instead I thought wearing a cute little blue sweater would be a better idea.

Stiles chuckled as he pulled a neon orange jacket out of his backpack, "Here, you can wear this."

I glanced at it before looking up to him with a smile, "I appreciate the offer, but orange and blue don't look all that well together, plus Lydia is here and I don't feel like listening to her bitch about it."

"But it's the color's of the mets?" he gaped at me. 

I rolled my eyes, "Still doesn't mean that they are good together."

"Okay, um, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, um, you know, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination but end up turning out to be like, a perfect combination, you know, like... two people together. Who nobody ever thought would be together, ever." he mumbled as he adverted his gaze from me and instead focused on tying his skate.

The smile on my face was starting to cause me actual pain due to how large it was, he was talking about us. About how he thinks we are perfect together, and I can't even begin to think of ways to explain how cute and adorable that is. I never would have thought Stiles Stilinski would be saying stuff like this to me, ever.

Without thinking I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around him tightly and pressing my lips to his without even giving him a warning. I could feel his chest stop moving as he held his breath for two seconds in total, before his hands wound themselves in my hair and he started to actually kiss me back. His lips were really soft, I wonder what kind of chapstick he uses... I'll have to get some of it, because they are heavenly.

Kissing him is never constant, I thought that after kissing him for like the fifth or sixth time that I would be used to the way it made me feel, or to the way that his lips mold against mine in the most perfect sense, I thought that it would become something that could be expected, and the same all the time. It was the exact opposite. Every time I kiss him, I feel something different, or I find out something new. He always is holding me tightly, in some way- but each way feels different. Each time his lips touch mine, an entirely new fuse is lit beneath my skin and it travles through every fiber of my being, before reaching my heart and exploding. I love it. I love him. I love kissing him. I've finally come to the conclusion that I love every possible thing there is to love about him.

I finally detached my lips from his and pressed my forehead against his own, slightly out breath- but loving every possible moment of it. His eyes were closed and he was smiling to himself, like the kiss was a dream in some way. When I dream of kissing him, it's never that amazing. I never feel that alive, or that aroused. Those feelings are only something the real Stiles can give me. My dream version of him can't even compete.

"What--what was that for?" he asked as his eyelids finally fluttered open, revealing those beautiful hazel pools that he calls his eyes. They were so pretty, I usually don't like brown eyes, I hate my own- but his just seem like that's how all eyes should look, they all should be that pretty and that unique. But they're not, and that is what makes his so much more special.

"I just, I really wanted to kiss you." I mumbled with a slight smile, I could feel my cheeks heating up- not only from the intense kiss I just shared with the boy I'm in love with, but also due to the embarassment of the whistle that Allison and Lydia just did.

Stiles chuckled as I buried my face in his chest, letting his purple hoodie be my saviour from the teasing that was bound to happen from this little make-out session. I should welcome the teasing though, because that means the kiss was real. The passion behind it was real. The love put into it, was real. The entire thing was real, even though it felt so perfect that something like that couldn't possibly be real, it was. 

My eyes snapped open and I was inhaling sharply as I regained consciousness. How long does it take for a person to bleed out? I keep losing time and I don't know how long I've been laying here. I don't understand why Kate is doing this, because obviously killing me is not going to give her immortality. If she is stupid enough to believe that draining every last drop of blood out of a teenage girl is actually going to grant her immortality then she doesn't deserve it.

She was right, though. My arms are completely numb. My whole body is pretty much numb. The only thing I can feel is my heartbeat. My brain seems to be the only thing that isn't being drained. I keep getting flashes of memories in my head, mostly of Stiles and myself. I'm not exactly sure if that's a bad or good thing. It's different than what happened when Kira killed me, it's not images flashing, it's the full memory... so maybe I'm not dying. At least not yet.

Night had fallen, and it was starting to get cold outside. I guess I could have sat in the car with Scott and Allison- but I just needed to stay out of small spaces for awhile. I've been in the van with Jackson for most of the day, and it was starting to get harder to breathe while I was in there. I've never really been good with smal spaces- I panic, and I would like to avoid panic if at all possible.

Stiles walked over and sat down next to me on the ground, sitting indian style just like I was currently doing, "I think Scott and Allison are having sex in the car," I mumbled as I set my eyes on him.

What is with him and looking so damn perfect without even trying? That small little half-smirk that he has on his face right now is literally the most attractive thing that he does, and I can't help but want to kiss him right now simply because of it. But, I know that I can't get too distracted- someone has to keep a watch on Jackson, and it appears Allison and Scott are a bit preoccupied.

"It's a good thing we can't hear them then..." he chuckled as he looked up into the sky, there were a few stars twinkling but the rest were mostly hidden behind the clouds.

I let out a sigh as I fell back onto my elbows, stretching my legs out in front of me. I bet people really would view life so much differently if they just laid outside at night and looked at the stars, letting their minds wander to ideas and beliefs of what else could possibly be out there. The possibilites are simply endless, it's kind of amazing.

"What're you thinking about?" Stiles quipped as he mimicked my stance and looked back up into the sky.

I smiled, "Of what could possibly be out there... you know? If there are werewolves and Kanima's here, can you imagine what could possibly be out there on another planet, or in another galaxy?"

"It's a crazy thought," he mused quietly.

I let out a sigh, "I told Scott that I'm in love with you... that's why he kind of freaked last night."

"Oh.. I figured you had said something about me.." he responded quietly, his voice sounding like it was drifting away the second he stopped speaking.

"Yeah... well, I haven't said that I've loved anybody for a long time... that's kind of why he went full on protective big brother mode." I explained with a dry laugh.

It's been a very, very long time since the words 'I love you' left my lips. I haven't said it since my parents split up, and I didn't plan on ever really saying it again to be honest. It just felt right to say it about Stiles though, because love is the only thing that I could think that possibly describe my feelings for him. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I hope that's a good thing.

"Can I ask you a question?" Stiles inquired as he turned his head slightly so he was looking at me.

I nodded, "Ask away."

"Why me? Like... why do you feel that way about me?" his voice sounded very timid and he didn't sound like his usual sarcastic or happy self. He sounded very vulnerable and scared at this moment, and I really wish he would stop questioning why I have feelings for him.

"I don't know... you're just... you're always there. I know that I can count on you, and you care and you always try to make me laugh, even when I tell you that I'm not in the mood to hear your sarcastic comments. I just... I don't know. It's hard to explain," I said with a sigh. I wish I could explain it to where it would make sense to him, but it barely makes any sense to me.

He smiled softly as he grabbed my hand in his, "Sometimes I still can't believe that...well that you're mine. You know? Like, I have these moments when I feel like I'm dreaming because this incredible girl that I have been in love with since I was eleven is actually kissing me, or holding me, or calling me babe."

"How come you had tried to convince me that you were in love with Lydia... I mean, at the beginning of the school year- you were still talking about her and about how much you liked her. Why did you lie?" I inquired, I have been thinking about this particular question for a very long time. He would always tell me that he liked Lydia and how he has liked her since the third grade. Yet, he just came out a few weeks ago that he's been in love with me since the sixth grade.

He sighed, "I didn't want you to find out that I liked you... I was scared out of my freaking mind for you to find out. Scott knew how I felt- he confronted me about it the summer before freshman year... so I told him, and he said that maybe you could feel the same way. I never thought you would though, because I was just Stiles... your brother's best friend. His best friend that is scrawny and hyperactive, and can't say anything without being sarcastic. So, I went out of my way to make you believe that I liked Lydia. Which was freaking impossible, saying she was beautiful and perfect- when she isn't, well not to me anyway, you are Kasey. And I hated lying to you, but I was just trying to prevent myself from getting my heart broken, I guess."

I nodded, "I understand. I just... I guess I wish you would have told me sooner, because maybe if you had I wouldn't be so jaded emotionally at the ripe age of sixteen." I chuckled.

"You're not emotionally jaded," he mumbled.

I chuckled again, "Yeah I am, trust me. I don't let myself have feelings towards people that could possibly hurt me."

"But you let the feelings in for me?" he questioned.

I sighed, "Well... you were the exception, I guess."

The sound of the van's doors being slammed open snapped Stiles' and I out of our conversation, we quickly stood up and rushed over to the van, only to find that Jackson was gone. Shit. I then made my way over to the car and pounded on the window, Scott and Allison were laying with each other in the back seat- half dressed. Yep, so totally called that one.

"You guys might wanna see this," I dead-panned.

The sound of footsteps pulled me back into consciousness. I turned my head to get a look at the entrance and I let out a sigh of complete and utter relief as Kira walked in. Her eyes were wide when she saw me and she rushed over in a panic, "Oh my God! What happened?" 

"Kate is trying to drain me to get immortality. Get the straps off me," I said quickly. 

I watched impatiently as Kira began to undo all of the buckles on the straps. Her hair was disheveled and she had rips in her clothes. Her blood was smeared everywhere and dirt was evident on her neck and face. She looked like she had been through Hell and back, too. What did Kate do to her? I noticed that she had a hole in her shirt with blood staining the fabric by her waist, like she had been stabbed but it healed. 

Once Kira undid the last buckle, she helped me off the table and pulled me away from the plants. I collapsed to the ground and leaned against the wall, "I'll heal in a second, I think there was wolfsbane on the straps." 

"Kasey, you lost a lot of blood." Kira explained as she inspected my forearms. 

I turned to look at the structure that I had been sitting on and winced when I saw my blood practically covering the entire surrounding area. Almost as if a gallon of scarlet pain was knocked over and spilled all over the ground. 

"Kate turned Scott into a Berserker," I breathed out as I felt the healing process kickstart. 

The numbness was gone and now I could feel the skin began to regenerate and pull back together. I could feel the blood pumping thickly through my veins. I let out a sigh of relief as the feeling of being lightheaded disappeared. I looked at my arms and they were perfectly normal. 

Kira frowned, "I know... he stabbed me. We have to warn everyone, because when they get here they're going to try and kill him." 

"How did you know it was him?" I asked in bewilderment. 

Her eyes met mine briefly, "His tattoo." 

"They aren't even going to look at his arm, they're going to be more worried about killing him. Peter did this, him and Kate both planned this. They're trying to kill Scott and I for some stupid revenge plan." I said as I attempted to stand up. 

Kira jumped up and wrapped an arm around me as she steadied my body so I didn't topple over. She let out a sigh, "I don't know where to go, I barely found you." 

"If we get close to the Berserkers, my ability will kick in. And wherever they are, that's where everyone else will be." I explained, praying that my plan would work.

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"We might need to split up?" I suggested as Kira and I continued to wander around hopelessly. 

She glanced at me as if I had suggested to blow the place up, "Have you lost your mind? We can't split up!" 

"Technically, I already lost my mind. And we might have too, because we aren't making any progress. They could already be here and be killing Scott right now." I said seriously. 

Kira's facial expression softened, "I don't think it's a good idea." 

"I'm aware this isn't one of my better plans, but I think it's what we're going to have to do. You go left and I'll go right and hopefully we can regroup with everyone? I've gotten pretty good at screaming so if something happens I'm sure you'll hear me." I stated, attempting to lighten the mood with a bit of humor. 

She nodded once, "Okay... just be careful." 

We then split apart. I had no idea why I thought that being alone right now was the best idea, but I needed to find either Scott or everyone else. It would probably be easier to find Scott, seeing as how I can connect to him and easily track him down. Then again, I could connect to Stiles and pray that I could find him. Or, maybe I could connect to Scott and find out where he is to warn everyone else. I'm an Admonere dammit, I'm supposed to warn people.

For some reason, I didn't feel like I could see properly. I'm a werewolf right? So, why can't I see in the dark. Maybe I'm still healing? The tip of my shoe hit a rock and I stumbled forwards, landing on my knees. The palms of my hands were pressed down onto the rough rock and I winced slightly. I went to stand up, but froze when I heard the sound of rattling bones and heavy breathing. 

I was extremely familiar with that sound, and I was extremely familiar with what happened when you heard it. 

The legs of the Berserker where in my line of a sigh and I swallowed thickly as I glanced up. I needed to get up and run in the opposite direction, but before I could the Berserker got a hold of my throat and slammed me against the wall. I tried to loosen his grip on my throat, but it was useless. Apparently, my strength is gone, too. 

Kira said that you could see Scott's tattoo, my eyes flickered to the Berserkers right arm and sure enough two black bands were inked into the skin. It was Scott-- this is good. That means that he isn't being killed by everyone else. Then again, he's about to kill me so it's not really that much better of a situation now is it? 

"Scott--" I choked out as I squirmed around, attempting to break free. 

His grip only tightened and my eyes began to water, "It's me! It's Kasey," 

The sound of gunshots began to echo around the cave. Scott's head moved to the side slightly, and before I could register what he was about to do, he threw me across the room. I hit the wall and cried out as a piece of obsidian from the wall cut my back. When I glanced back in Scott's direction, he was gone. 

I'm assuming Kira didn't get very far before she heard my scream, because she appeared moments later. Her eyes were wide, "What happened?" 

"Scott, happened." I muttered as I pushed myself off the ground. 

Her face lit up with hope, "So he's down here with us?" 

"Not for much longer, he heard gunshots and took off." I explained. 

The hope diminished and she ran her hands through her hair, "This isn't good." 

"No shit," I sighed as I began to walk back in the direction I had been going before Scott attacked me. Kira followed behind me and I figured that there was no point in splitting up, now we had little to no time before Scott made his grand entrance as a Berserker and get attacked and possibly killed. I know for a fact that Peter is going to be up there trying to orchestrate it. 

For some reason, I still couldn't see and I really wish I had a flashlight. The tunnels were extremely dark and I and no way of knowing if I was even headed in the right direction. I'm assuming Scott went this way, so why not follow in his direction?

Kira snatched my arm up and pulled me behind a rock, "I hear something." 

Why can't I hear it? 

A faint blue light appeared at the end of the tunnel and I peeked my head over the rock curiously. I then saw my boyfriend, with Kira's katana in the hand that wasn't holding the flashlight. As soon as he saw me, he let out a heavy sigh and ran towards Kira and I. 

He dropped the katana and pulled me against him tightly, "Oh my God." he breathed out as he continued to squeeze me. 

Words could not describe the amount of relief I felt in this moment. Stiles was here, holding me in his arms. Which meant that he was safe for the time being. I pressed my head into his chest and squeezed him with as much force as I could. I can't believe that he found me.  

Kira scrambled out from behind the rock as Stiles and I broke apart, "It's him. It's Scott." 

"What are you talking about?" Stiles asked her. 

I ran my hands over my face, "He's a Berserker. I don't know what Kate did, but she was doing these rituals and she turned him into a Berserker so that we would kill him. And she tried to kill me for immortality but that's besides the point." 

Stiles' eyes widened, "That's why Lydia's not here... They won't know they're killing Scott." 

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okay so this is just under 4k words and i'm not even sorry. there's only so much i can do before i pull my hair out, lol. the two flashbacks were actual scenes from TOM so #throwback. i'm not sure how long i'll be able to make the last chapter, seeing as how this is already 30 minutes into the episode and  there's only 23 minutes left... but we'll see. be sure to fan, vote and comment! xx