**warning: I'm not responsible for any tears. sorry.**

Y/N POV

"Why are you doing this? Why me?" I cried, struggling.

"Because." Nogistune Stiles snarled. "Since I am now wearing your boyfriend, I carry the same affection for you. But I still need to win. And I can't do that without an upper hand."

"They'll be here. They'll be looking for me." I stated. He just gave me a sickly smile.

"Oh, I'm counting on it."

Stiles' POV

"Are you sure she's here?" I asked again. Scott and Lydia nodded.

I sighed and we all hopped out of the jeep, walking up to the gates of an old building.

"Are we doing this?" Lydia sighed, crossing her arms. I quickly nodded.

"I'm here to save my girlfriend."

Scott agreed. "I'm here to save my friend. I intend to do that."

Issac just shrugged. "I just didn't feel like doing homework."

I rolled my eyes before stomping towards the door, where Meredith said Y/N was.

"Stiles!" Lydia yelled. I turned around.

"What?" I asked. She jogged up to me.

"How are you going to find her?" She breathed out.

"I just will."

She shook her head. "I'll go. You stay here with Scott. I think I'm getting a hand with these Banshee skills, don't ya think?"

I was reluctant but I knew she would find her.

"Fine. But you come right out here with her." I pointed. She nodded before entering the building herself.

"Now?" Issac asked. I turned around the see the Oni.

"Now we fight."

Y/N POV

The Nogistune finally left me, not telling me anything like I'd hoped.

"Y/N!" I heard a feminine shout. No. They weren't supposed to be here.

"Lydia?" I asked, my voice raspy. I saw her appear in front of me.

"Oh thank god." She sighed, rushing to me. She pulled me in a hug, rubbing my back.

I pushed her away, shaking my head. "You aren't supposed to be here."

"What? Why?" She hurried. I grabbed her shoulders.

"Who's here with you? Lydia!" I yelled. She was scared now.

"Well- Scott, Issac, Allison, and Stiles."

My heart dropped. The Oni we're going to murder them.

"Lydia, we have to get to them! How'd you get here?!" I yelled, rushing her back the way she came.

"This way!" She said, running with me down multiple hallways and turns. We finally reached a rusted door and pushed it open.

I saw the Nogistune, just sitting and watching as Scott, Issac and Allison fought the Oni.

I saw Allison shoot one, lowering her bow after the arrow stuck in the chest of an Oni.

It shook and spazzed, until it bursted, leaving a black mark on the ground.

As if it was slow motion, I watched an Oni raise its katana towards her.

"No!" I shouted, running towards her. Everyone's heads shot to me, taking in my awful appearance.

The Nogistune snapped his head towards me. His face held shock for one moment before he walked up to me and gabbed me, dragging me away from Lydia.

The Oni all froze, now standing in the same resting position. The one who had once held a katana towards Allison was now stopped.

They vanished before reappearing around me and the Nogistune. Lydia tried to run to me until one Oni held her back, holding its weapon to her throat.

"Don't hurt her." I snarled at the Nogistune. He smirked at me and then looked at everyone else.

"You think you've won." He laughed, gripping me harder. Stiles had tears in his eyes, slowly stepping closer.

"Let her go." He warned.

"I've grown to know her. I wouldn't dare hurt her." He spoke, faking a hurt voice. His put his face next to mine, breathing over my cheek.

"But the Oni-" he laughed. "They might."

"I hope you won't miss her." He stated, before quickly letting go of me and backing up.

The three Oni advanced before shoving all of their weapons through my torso.

I let out a scream of pain, tears quickly developing and running. Through mine, I could hear the muffled screams of the others.

Allison.

Lydia.

Stiles.

The stinging feeling of the katana's leaving my body caused me to whimper more. I dropped to the ground, holding my torso.

It probably didn't help, but I had to do what I could.

They all disappeared, letting go of Lydia. I heard her heels click over to me before getting on her knees.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god, no. Please. Please." She sobbed, attempting to pull me up. I winced at the movement, the wounds squeezing and ripping even more.

"Y/N!" I heard a clear shout. Stiles soon appeared above me, crouching down. He grabbed me from Lydia, and sat down as he placed me on his lap.

"No. No. Don't do this. Come on." He nodded, tears shaking from his eyes.

"You can do it. You'll be fine. We- Scott can help you heal." His voice shook as he spoke, his voice becoming more and more deformed as the sobs came up.

I felt a hand on mine, quickly gripping. I glanced at Scott who was holding onto my hand.

Tears appeared in his eyes as he shook his head, his mouth slightly open.

"I-I can't. It's not working." He whispered, trying to grab my hand tighter. Stiles had a worried look on his face.

"What? Why? It has to work!" He yelled. Scott was still shaking his head.

"I'm sorry." He let out a whisper, sniffling.

Stiles quickly shook his head. "No. No. Come on. You can't leave me Y/N. You can't do this."

I let my tears freely fall, not having the strength to even attempt to hold them back.

"I'm sorry. It'll be okay." I whispered. Stiles only denied it.

"No. You are not leaving me. I won't let that happen." He cried.

"It's okay. Hey-" I said, before coughing. I felt liquid run from the corner of my mouth.

"I'm okay with this. I- I'm here with my love. My first love and my only love." I stuttered out, my breathing becoming a problem.

"No. Don't say stuff like that. Don't say goodbye." He was slowly shaking his head now. His chest was giving off chopped breaths as his hands that held me were shaking.

"St- stiles." I choked. "Don't worry. You'll find someone." I laid my hand on his, the one that was holding my hip.

"I-I don't want to. Y/N, I love you. I'll only love you. I don't want anyone else." He cried more. I let a small smile spread on my face.

"Stiles-" I said before the breath left my throat. I searched for more air but it wasn't coming. A worried look flashed on Stiles face.

"No. No. No. No! Come on. Stay with me." He sobbed, holding my face.

My eyesight dimmed and as they closed, Stiles continued yelling. I don't know what, my hearing had quit. Everything shut off, probably even my brain. Not before thinking one last thought.

I'll always love you, Stiles Stilinksi.
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Stiles' POV

Hospitals.

I'd been here more times this month than I ever have in my whole life.

I never wanted to come again.

They had her in a room, inspecting her body. They had to pry me from her, police men dragging me away from the ambulance.

I hadn't quit crying until just now, and even now, tears silently fell.

I couldn't believe this. The idea of her leaving me almost flew over my head. She couldn't die, I love her. Shouldn't that mean something?

Melissa had pulled Scott away, probably not wanting to say anything about her in front of me.

Lydia sat in the waiting room chair next to me, her head laying on my shoulder. She almost seemed just as devastated as I was.

Allison hasn't spoken a word. Maybe from almost dying tonight, but maybe because she was still in shock about-

Scott walked out from the room his mom dragged him in, sadly looking at me.

"Stiles." He softly said, walking up to me. "You can go see her now."

I shook my head. I can't- I couldn't. I couldn't look at her body. Not a second time.

"Stiles, you know you're going to wish you had said something before they- you know."

He was right. God dammit, of course he was.

My legs shook at I stood up, almost giving out.

He led me to her room, before leaving me on my own. I nodded at him as he trailed down the hallway.

I slowly opened the door, my eyes attempting to start anywhere except her body.

I entered and turned around fully to close the door. Now or never.

I took a deep breath before turning to look at her.

Her body was still, a difference from her constant need to move. Much like me, but mine was more a nervous habit.

Her hair was smooth, brushed out and straightened. Her face was washed of any blood or dirt, showing her flawless face.

I took sad steps closer, getting a more detailed look.

They had her in normal clothes, a tshirt and shorts. I almost let out a smile.

She always expressed her love for tshirts. Especially mine.

A thought tugged at my brain-

What had they done about the several stab wounds in her?

My hand moved like I was lifting a ton, eventually my fingers meeting the edge of her shirt.

I sluggishly dragged it up to her ribs, and let go.

What the hell.

I may not have much medical knowledge, but I don't think doctors had the science to completely get rid of stab wounds.

My hand brushed over her stomach, feeling no dips, no sign of injury.

Not having the energy, I simply pulled out my phone and called Scott, telling him he needed to haul his ass in here.

Seconds later he did, rushing next to me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, and so is she." I pointed to her belly. He looked at me before following my finger. His eyes widened and he leaned in.

"They... Healed?" He wondered, shrugging.

"How? She's human. Right?" I asked. Was she supernatural? What was she?

We continued to stare at her stomach, but maybe a little too long.

It's almost like it was moving.

"Stiles." Scott said, nudging me.

"What?" I asked. Did he know what she is? Or- was.

"I hear three heartbeats."

My heart leaped, I could feel the excitement rushing through me.

"She's alive." I whispered.

"She's alive!" I shouted again.

As if I pulled a trigger, her body shot up before she leaned over and retched out a familiar black liquid.

She leaned back and wiped her mouth with her shirt.

"Y/N!" I shouted before pulling her into my arms. She tensed at the contact but soon wrapped her arms around me.

"Oh my god. Don't do that ever again. I thought I lost you." I sighed, hugging her even harder.

I felt her tears soak my shoulder but I could care less.

"I love you so much. So much." I whispered, my own tears forming.

"I love you too." She whispered.