I physically couldn't move. I was completely frozen in Stiles' arms, whether it was from fear or the actual cold shivers that had rendered my body completely incapable of movement I wasn't too sure. My vision was foggy, and I couldn't think straight for the life of me. I did remember thinking that my teeth were going to be shattered after chattering so violently.

"We need to get her to the hospital," I vaguely heard Ginny say.

I felt Stiles' arms around me tense, "A hospital? What - what about those - uh - healing potions you guys brew together?"

"I would give her one if I knew exactly who did this and what they did to her, but I don't. A doctor could run a more thorough diagnostic than I could."

"What would you tell them? You can't exactly say that an evil being rose out of the shadows and put her in a hypothermic state."

"Just help me get her to the car," Ginny said and the next thing I know I feel four arms lifting me into the air. Involuntary whimpers slipped past my lips as I tried to warm up. I was put in the passenger's seat of Ginny's car and found that I could move slightly. Before he could completely remove his arms from around me, I grabbed Stiles' arm.

"June? What's wrong?"

"D-don't come."

"Like hell, I'm not coming. What are you-"

"Go t-tell Sc-Scott. He - he n-needs to be w-warned about th-this." He looked like he wanted to listen, but looked over my shaky state. I raised a trembling had to his face, "Th-thank you for helping. B-but Scott m-might need to k-know. Go t-tell him." I gave him a weak smile of reassurance. He looked me over one last time, and ran across the street to his jeep. Ginny then pulled out of the driveway and made her way to the hospital.

It seemed that the shivers that wracked my body didn't really want to go away. They died down slightly in the sunlight, but unfortunately not enough to warrant Ginny turning around and going home. When we got to the hospital, I grabbed onto Ginny's hand before she got out of the car.

"T-there's a nurse. Melissa Mc-McCall. She's Scott's mom, a-and she knows. G-get her." Ginny nodded and ran inside the hospital. Not even two minutes later, I saw her come back with Scott's mom. They opened the car door, and they both carried me inside. Discreetly, they put me in a wheelchair, and wheeled me into an empty room. They helped me climb into the bed, Melissa throwing extra blankets on my shoulders.

"What happened?"

"Something attacked her, I wasn't in the room and whatever did it locked the door. When I got to her she was practically hypothermic. She kept saying something crawled out of the dark, like from the corner of her room." Melissa was looking over me as Ginny explained. "Her magic hasn't gone haywire or anything, I don't think she can use it. It's like, it's like it was frozen inside of her." Melissa put her hand to my skin, flashing a light in my eyes.

"Well you're right, she could be slipping into hypothermia."

"What do we do, then?"

"Keep your body close to hers," Melissa instructed as she ran out of the room. She came back tugging a cart into the room that had several machines on it. She strapped a mask around my nose and mouth and turned on one of the machines.

"Lie down, June honey okay?" I did as she told, feeling hot air enter my lungs as I breathed.

"What will all of this do?" Ginny asked.

"It's humidifying the oxygen before she breathes it in. It's going to warm up her airways, and warm her up faster. That's all I can do right now, I'll call Scott."

"Her friend Stiles is on it."

"Stiles was there?" I looked up to see Ginny nodding.

"June sent him to tell Scott what happened."

Melissa nodded and walked over to me, stroking hair off of my face, "Get some rest, sweetheart."

Nodding ever so slightly, I pulled the blankets closer around me and shut my eyes.

                                                                               *****

I woke up sweating and stiff. I was entirely conscious of the mask that sat on my face, and immediately tried to take it off.

"Sure you wanna do that?" I looked over to see Ginny sitting in a chair.

"It feels like I'm breathing in a sauna, Gin." I pulled the mask off my head and slowly sat up. Ginny put a comforting hand on my back to help me sit up completely.

"What time is it?" I asked, my throat scratchy.

"Eleven thirty, you slept for about five hours." I nodded.

"Sounds about right," I said as I yawned audibly. I stretched my arms over my head, and popped my neck.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like my body was dumped in an ice bath and then thrown in a fire."

"So not great," I looked over to my Guardian.

"I'll be alright, Gin." I sounded like I had a nasty head cold.

"I went home and got you some clothes." She handed me a sweatshirt and jeans, "I swear, it's like you want people to know that you're a witch." Ginny added. I smiled as I unfolded the 'Hogwarts Alumni' hoodie and slipped it on. I stood up (without Ginny's help) and slid into jeans and warm socks. Ginny passed me some converse and I slipped them on.

"Does breakfast sound good?" On cue, my stomach started rumbling. Laughing, she added, "Well I'm too tired to cook, so we're eating out."

"Works for me," I said. Together, we left the hospital room, and went back into the reception room. It was fortunately not too busy, meaning no one had died and no monster had suddenly attacked Beacon Hills in the time I had been unconscious. But I did end up seeing something very surprising.

"Stiles?" I asked as he and Melissa brushed by me. The only thing he did to show acknowledgment was turn around and give me a small smile. My eyes widened in alarm when I saw he had tears in his eyes, and was alarmingly pale. I told Ginny to go on ahead with checking me out, and I sat in a waiting chair.

I was there for about twenty minutes, Ginny joining me after ten. Finally I saw Melissa walk around the corner and come back to the desk she was stationing.

"Melissa, what happened?"

She put her hands on my shoulders in reassurance, "Sweetheart, don't worry. He's just overly exhausted, sleep deprivation will do that to you."

"Sleep deprivation? He told me it was just nightmares!"

"Regardless, I gave him a sedative. June, he's sleeping a dreamless sleep right now. It's all we can ask for. He won't be up for nearly eight more hours." My shoulders slumped an I nodded.

"Will you call me-?"

"You'll be the first to know if something happens to him," She told me with a knowing smile.

Ginny and I left the hospital after that. After breakfast, we headed home, and I was immediately put on bed rest. I sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with her, and went to my room. Shakily I checked and double checked every corner and crevice of my room, making sure no one was hiding out there anymore. I threw the curtains open to flood the room with sunlight so no corner was left in the dark. Checking my phone to see it was dead, I plugged it in to get a decent charge before collapsing on my bed and passing out yet again.

                                                                                     *****

When I woke up again it was still light outside, but definitely later. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I reached over my bed to where I plugged my phone in to charge. The first thing I glanced at was the time, which read five thirty. The next thing I saw were the many texts and missed calls, most of them from Scott. In fact, as I was looking through all the texts asking me if I was alright, Scott called me again.

"Hello?"

"June?" 

"Don't sound so surprised, Scott. You called me."

"Right right, Stiles told me about what happened, are you okay?"

"I'm fine now, is there a reason you're calling?"

"Yes, actually. That thing that attacked you last night? It has friends," My eyes widened and I sat up.

"Friends? As in there's more of them?"

"Yeah and they attacked us at the black light party last night. They leave a mark behind the ear, did you get one?" I walked over to the mirror that hung over my dresser and checked the backs of my ears. On the left ear I saw what reflected as a five. 

"Yeah they left one, it's a backwards five."

"Allison's dad has come across these things before, and said they're only out at night."

"What supernatural creature isn't nocturnal these days," I muttered, "So did it attack you last night too?"

"It was about to, but the sun came up before it could."

"It was about to attack you?"

"Actually, I think it might have been about to attack Kira."

"Kira was there? Does she know that you're a werewolf now?"

"Yeah, I told her this morning. Anyways, back to why I was calling you. Deaton installed mountain ash into my house, and I brought Kira with me. We're going to seal it off tonight and hopefully whatever these things are they can't get through."

"But in the off chance that they do..." I said, trying to get to the point.

"We're in for a fight," He told me.

"And you want me there?"

"If you can't, I'd totally understand-"

"I'm already on my way."

                                                                 *****

I walked up to the McCall residence and went through the side entrance with the screen door. Reaching for the door handle, I could hear Agent McCall speaking.

"This kind of thing usually starts off with 'It's not what you think,' or 'I can explain.'" Noticing that the sun was getting lower in the sky, I made that my moment to enter the house. Everyone turned around to look at me, and I froze.

"Can I help you?" Agent McCall asked me, and I smiled patronizingly at him.

"Dad, let me help you out," Scott said, tone desperate as the room got darker. "You need to leave."

"I will, with a satisfactory explanation." I rolled my eyes, and walked around the room to make sure the exits were sealed.

"Go get a warrant." Scott said and I smiled as I locked a window.

"I don't need a warrant, I'm your father!"

"No, you're a gene donor. I got my hair color from you and that's all I got."

"Preach it," I said in a high pitched sing-song voice. Walking around, I saw all eyes on me. "What? I've got daddy issues too. But Scott, wrap this up."

"Look, claim to be an authority figure in my life all you want but you're not. And you definitely don't get to play 'Tough Dad' with me," I turned around to see Melissa walk through the door.

"What's going on here?"

McCall looked about as triumphant as someone who only had two facial expressions could look. "Maybe one of you should explain."

Unfortunately, the room went dark before much else could happen. "S-Scott?" Kira said, voicing everybody's concern. Before anybody could do anything, a figure appeared in the living room. I tensed, and looked around for more.

"Who the hell is this?" Scott's father asked, pulling his government issued gun out of it's holster on his hip. Like the fucking clueless moron he is, he walked closer to the masked demon. I readied my mind in case any intervention was needed, and I watched the scene play out.

"Dad, no!" Scott said firmly, but it fell on deaf ears. Rafael approached even closer, and the next thing I knew, another demon appeared directly behind him. In the time it took me to blink, a sword went through his shoulder, and Scott's dad fell to the floor. Kira screamed behind me, and I readied my magic.

Melissa ran forward to McCall and quickly tended to his shoulder, while Scott growled at the two demons. Before anyone could move, the front door was opened. Immediately taking it as a warning, Melissa dragged Scott's dad down a deserted hallway and out of what would become the line of fire. From the now open door slid in a fully transformed Derek Hale, baring his teeth and roaring at the figures.

Scott and Derek set to work, and I worked on keeping Kira back. "Melissa, the ash!" I yelled at her, and quickly felt more than one presence behind me. Shoving Kira back behind me, I sent the demon behind us flying into the wall. At the same time I heard a crash come from one of the windows, and saw the twins land on the ground with their fangs bared. 

The demon that had been sent into the wall took no time to recover, and advanced to the twins. They were quick to throw him outside the house, just as Derek and Scott threw theirs outside.

"Mom, now! Do it now!" Scott yelled to Melissa, who then ran to the front door and broke a glass jar containing mountain ash. The ash magically lined up with the doorway, completing the barrier that was the McCall residence. When we were certain that the ninjas slash demons (I couldn't tell at this point) couldn't get in, Melissa and I ran back to Scott's dad.

"What do you need me to do?" I asked her as she held his head.

"Get some dish towels from the kitchen, and help me put pressure on the wound." I did just as she asked, and came back, "Watch out for his arm, it's rotated a certain way and we can't move it any more. Scott, this isn't good!" She yelled out the last part, and Scott came into the hallway. I was rapidly becoming more and more aware of the significant amount of blood that began to stain my hands. Scott, Melissa, and I all moved him upstairs into Scott's room, and gently laid him on the bed.

"Need to call for backup," McCall said deliriously. I looked over to Scott.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't bring any - any healing potions. It was getting too dark too fast, I-"

"June, it's okay. This isn't your fault," He said assuredly, then turned to his mom, "How bad is it?"

"Based on the way that his arm is rotated, the tendon looks torn," she pressed a new cloth to his still bleeding shoulder, "He could be on his way to a collapsed lung."

"Mom those things out there th-they're not gonna leave until the sun's up." 

"I really hate to be a Debbie Downer but at the rate he's bleeding, he's not going to make it that long. We have to get him to the hospital," I told Scott.

"Should we call Stiles' dad?" Scott asked no one in particular.

"I don't know," Melissa answered him, "Is that just gonna get more people hurt?"

"Maybe. I don't think guns work on them," Scott said.

"Then what does?" I asked him, and he looked to me, at a loss. "Look, you said Allison is working on something right?" He nodded, "We just need her to work faster. Call and see if she answers."

                                                                          *****

She didn't answer. We sat there for another hour, and watched over McCall. Scott had gone downstairs to talk to Kira, and Melissa told me she could handle Rafael. Since his bleeding had gone down considerably (not enough to ease any worry), I nodded. I was walking down the stairs when the house started to shake. I initially thought it was an earthquake, and began to think Wow, this couldn't get worse. When I got down to the main floor, I saw it was the demons banging their swords against the mountain ash barrier.

"What are they doing?" One of the twins, it was too dark to see which one, asked.

"Testing for weaknesses," Derek answered. Two of the ninjas thrust their swords forward into one spot in particular, almost breaking through the seal.

"I think they found one." I squeaked out and a twin, Ethan I recognized, looked over my way.

"Guys," he said when one demon thrust their hand almost entirely inside the house, "We've got a problem."

Literally saved by the bell, I heard a phone ring.

"Allison," Scott asked quickly, and I walked over to put my ear in on the call, "Please tell me you have something. Okay, they're here, they're trying to get in. And it looks like they'll be able to."

"Okay," She replied, "Okay, listen. They're Japanese demons, they're called the Oni. They're looking for someone possessed, someone with a dark spirit attached to them."

"Nogitsune..." Scott said. Bewildered, I turned to him.

"How did you know that?" I asked, and I heard Allison ask the same thing.

"I just - uh - tell me what else," Scott said in a rush, seeing the Oni get closer to breaking in.

"Okay they won't hurt you. They know you're supernatural, but once they do this check, once they realize that you're not carrying this dark spirit then they won't hurt you. I promise, all they're looking for is a nogitsune." Scott ended the call.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Kira came up and asked. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. "They're looking for me," She looked terrified, and Scott moved closer to her.

"They're looking for a dark spirit," Scott began.

"Aren't we all," I muttered. I got a few odd stares and raised my hands up, "We all have our kinks okay?"

"Look, they're looking for a dark spirit. I know it's not you," Scott said, ignoring me. 

"Scott, you're gonna have to do something!" Derek said quickly, and everyone looked back to the door. Just as he said it, the Oni broke the barrier of mountain ash. They all started filing in the room one by one.

"Don't do anything," Scott said, and everyone who had gained a defensive posture froze. We all looked to him.

"Seriously?" I asked him.

"I said don't do anything," He said. His tone was one of authority, completely void of fear or doubt. Without further ado, the Oni walked forward. They breezed past everyone and walked up to Scott and Kira, who were gripping each other's hands tightly. The Oni grabbed them by the heads and flashed their firefly-like eyes. I shivered, thinking about how they did the same to me not even twenty four hours ago.

Aiden looked like he wanted to help Scott out, but Derek and I held him back. There was nothing to be done now, we just had to wait. Even though it pained all of us.

Just when I thought we may have been waiting too long, the Oni released Scott and Kira. With a small sizzling sound, the pair fell to the floor. I hesitantly looked to the Oni, who turned into shadows and disappeared. Rushing forward, I went to Kira while the others tended to Scott.

"Check - check his ear," I instructed as I reached for Kira's. Behind it was the same backwards five. Now knowing that these were Japanese demons, it was safe to infer that the backwards number was in fact a kanji. The kanji for 'self.' I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that none of my supernatural friends were now possessed by an evil Japanese spirit.

                                                                          *****

I helped Melissa lift Scott's dad onto a gurney, and let a nurse take over for applying pressure. I still followed alongside Scott and his mom, as she informed the other nurses of the situation.

"Stab wound to the left chest, possible collapsed lung and - pulse is weak."

"We'll find Stiles," Scott said, and she nodded. I lead the way, trying to remember where Melissa took Stiles earlier this morning. Scott and I walked down a hall and turned another corner.

"Did you want to wash your hands or something?" Confused, I turned to Scott. Looking down at my hands, I saw they were still saturated in his dad's blood. I'd been so preoccupied with the events of tonight, I had completely forgotten.

"Let's just find Stiles first." He nodded, and we walked further into the hospital. We were about to pass an empty operating room when Scott stopped me from walking. I turned around to see him looking inside, and when I followed his gaze I saw Stiles standing in the room.

Hesitantly I opened the door, and Stiles didn't turn around. Scott and I shared a look of concern before turning back to him.

"Stiles," Scott asked cautiously, "You okay?"

Stiles turned around, eyebrows raised. "Yeah, fine. What's been going on?" Stiles looked over to me, concern taking over his features when he saw my hands. "June, what the hell happened, are you okay?"

"Oh, it's not - it's not my blood. It's Agent McCall's." Stiles raised an eyebrow, then looked over to Scott.

"Agent McCall's?"

"Yeah, you know," I said jokingly, "I just - ugh I hate the guy so much so I just..." I trailed off when I saw Scott's face, "Bad timing, I know."

"What happened?" Stiles asked, and Scott clamped a hand to his shoulder.

"A lot."

                                                                            *****

I hated small spaces to begin with, so the fact that I was in one meant one of two things: One, I was in a fucked situation and this is the only means of survival; or two, I was in a nightmare.

I was in a crawlspace of sorts, and it was so small I could hardly move. I maneuvered myself from my crouched position and reached for the phone that I felt in my back pocket. I grabbed it and turned on my phone. The screen was dim and didn't allow me to see much, but I couldn't care. I unlocked my phone and tried to call Stiles, to let him know something was wrong. I held the phone up to my ear, and jumped when his voice loudly announced that he couldn't get to the phone. 

Hanging up, I tried to dial Scott's phone. Pressing the phone once more to my ear, I almost started crying when I heard my phone hang up immediately. I checked the screen to see that I conveniently lost service.

Deciding that I would need to rescue myself, I turned on the flashlight to see if I could find a way out of here. I was wall to wall closed in, and I quickly saw that the only company I had was that of a dead body. I squealed, slamming back against the opposite wall, and slapped a hand over my mouth.

The body was wrapped up like a mummy, so I couldn't see his face. I was guessing it was a he, as the clothing it was in screamed that of a man. Oddly enough, it was clothing that looked like it belonged to someone from the 1940s, not anyone recent. The clothes weren't the only odd thing about it though. The only other thing in the room was a sheathed katana, that had just as much dust and cobwebs as the body holding it.

I tried not to panic, for that would get me nowhere. Trying to think of ways out, I started listing any viable options. Before I could get too far into my thoughts, I heard a scraping on the wall to my right. Long and eerie sounding, I knew that someone was directly on the other side. In the distance I could hear someone call out, and the scraping stopped. Scooting over, I pressed my ear against the wall trying to listen.

I could hear whimpering on the other side. It sounded like whoever it was was in pain. I jumped considerably when I heard that person yell out in agony. My stomach dropped when I recognized the person who was yelling.

"Stiles?" I whispered to myself in horror, then hit the wall. "Stiles, it's me! Stiles!" I yelled louder and louder.

"June?" I barely heard him say it.

"Yes! Yes it's me, Stiles! Stiles are you okay? Stiles!"

"June - I - June?" He sounded bewildered, then went from confused to scared.

"Stiles-"

"She can't help you, Stiles." I heard a third voice say. It sent chills up my spine, the way they talked. It was like they were talking through teeth. Teeth that were more than likely a bit too sharp to be human.

"What - what do you mean?" I heard Stiles ask.

"Stiles, don't listen to him!" I yelled out, banging on the wall once more.

"I mean what I say. Your little witch of a friend can't help you." I started crying as I pounded on the wall even harder.

"Stiles!" I froze when I heard rustling from behind me. My breathing rapid and my hands shaking, I picked up my phone with the flashlight and turned around. My eyes widened in horror when I saw the dead body start to move. Its head turned slowly towards me, and if it had eyes, I was sure they were staring into mine.

"June can't save Stiles." I heard it say, and I screamed in terror.

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I sat up in my bed, panting and shaking. I wiped my head to find that I had indeed been sweating. Letting my breathing slow, I went to go get a glass of water. Before I could, my phone began vibrating on the nightstand, and I let out an exclamation of surprise. Not even looking at the screen, I put the phone to my ear.

"Stiles?"

"No, it's Scott," Scott said in a rushed and worried tone. "I just got off the phone with Stiles."

"Oh," I said, trying not to panic, "Is everything okay?"

"No, it's not. Stiles called me and told me he doesn't know where he is. June, I - I think someone might have taken him."

This chapter's dedicated to olsonss because she's the bomb and the best best friend I could ask for. I love her like crazy, and I hope she knows she's the biggest badass motherfucker I've ever come across.

Anyways, hope you guys liked it. Please vote/comment. I also want you guys to know that I'm going on a trip this weekend and will most likely not have any wifi available to me. So, no updates until next week. Which honestly is like normal for most people, I just have a problem that I like writing too much. I'll try and update on Monday, but it looks like Tuesday might be the earliest I can do it. 

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