∞❦∞Warning: Mentions of suicide ∞❦∞

Allura woke to being thrown forward as the bus stopped. The only thing stopping her was Stiles' arm warped around her waist. Neither of them remembered falling asleep or cuddling during their sleep for that matter, but exhaustion had taken over Allura after healing Scott and Stiles was a clinger.

Stiles groaned as he looked around in confusion. Allura yawned before sitting up and moving from the boy's arms she grabbed her bag and walked out leaving a pang in Stiles' heart.

"I couldn't bring myself to wake you," Allison whispered.

Allura raised an annoyed eyebrow. She was not a morning person, "what?" She croaked, her morning voice, even though it was night, catching the attention of Stiles and some others.

Stiles blushed before looking back.

"You two were just so cute and I couldn't bring myself to wake you." Allura rolled her eyes.

"Nothing happened." Allura groaned.

Allison grinned like a mad man, "That's not what these pictures say." Allison held up her phone that displayed a picture of Allura and Stiles snuggled together.

Allura's jaw dropped, "Show anyone and I'll kill you." She threatened with a straight face.

Allison giggled, "Sure you will."

Allura stared, her expression unchanging. "Oh," Allison whispered, realizing she was serious.

"Yep."

Allura drowned out as Coach talked about a bunch of 'motivational' speeches.

"Lydia?" Allison called. Allura groaned, just wanting to call and check up on Erica and then go to sleep.

"I don't like this place."

"I don't think the people who own this place like this place." Allison jokes.

"It's just for a night," Allison told Strawberry seeing her distress.

Personally, Allura couldn't care. She had a somewhat decent bed waiting for her. Allura walked away hearing Lydia mutter, "A lot could happen in one night."

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"And you are sure she's alright?" Allura asked Deaton over the phone. Her roommate was out getting high or something so she basically had the whole place to herself.

"Yes, she's made it up to two blood bags a day and can go seven hours without lashing out," Deaton assured.

Allura sighed, "She's doing amazing for a newborn." Allura smiled with pride.

"That she is." Deaton agreed.

"She wants to know when you'll get back."

Allura sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "By tomorrow at the end of the day."

Deaton hummed. The sound of knocking sounded on her door. "Hey, I got to go, I'll call you later."

Deaton said his goodbyes and wished her a good night's rest. Walking to the door only to see no one there. Her eyebrows furrowed but she closed the door and turned around. Her breath got caught in her throat as her eyes landed on the person in front of her.

"Sae-Byeok?" Allura's voice cracked.

"Look at me." The girl in front of her cried.

"Look at what you made me!" She shouted.

Allura jumped as tears filled her eyes, "N-no I gave you the option and you agreed. You-you-"

"You KILLED ME!" Sae-Byeok yelled.

"I'm dead because of you. Why do you deserve to live but I don't?" She sneered.

"Baby, I never wanted this to happen." Allura cried, tears falling from her eyes.

"I loved you. I would never hurt you."

Sae-Byeok clenched her fist, "You would never kill me either? Do everyone a favor and go off yourself." The Korean girl looked at her with pure disgust. "No... no, you're not real. You're not here."

Allura turned away facing the corner.

"Was this even real?" Sae-Byeok asked.

"I was here for you but now you can't even look at me." The girl cried.

Allura shook her head as she covered her ears as sunk into the corner.

"You think he'll love you? Stiles?" Sae-Byeok laughed.

Allura whimpered, "You're not my Bunny. You're not my Bunny. You're not my-"

"Oh but I am," Sae-Byeok smirked."Because you made me into this."

Allura sobbed as heartbreak overwhelmed her. "I want my Bunny. I want my Bunny." Allura sobbed on a loop.

Allura let out a scream as Sae-Byeok finally snapped and launched towards her.

"Hey! Hey! It's me!" Someone yelled. Allura only cried and fought against them.

"I'm sorry Bunny. I'm so so so so sorry." Allura sobbed.

"Allura, look at me!" A voice yelled. Allura jumped in fear before her red and broken eyes met warm hazel ones filled with tears and concern.

Allura whimpered as she looked around in confusion.

"Hey, it's me." He smiled sadly.

"S-Stiles?" Allura croaked.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, it's me."

Once again Allura broke down in a fit of sobs. He simply pulled her closer and ran his fingers through her hair.

"It's alright, you're safe now. They can't get you. I won't let them."

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Stiles and Allura had quickly rushed out of the room and down to the front of the motel. Scott stood in a puddle of Gasoline with a flare in his hand.

"There's no hope."

Just the sound of the boy's broken voice made Allura's heart ache. She hadn't even known the boy that long.

"What do you mean, Scott?" Allison tried to smile, "There's always hope."

"Not for me." Scott trailed off.

"Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault." Allison's voice cracked, "You know Derek wasn't your fault."

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt." Allison shook her head and Allura grabbed Stiles' hand.

"People keep getting killed."

"Scott, listen to me, okay. This isn't you, all right?" Stiles slowly walked forward, tears brimming his eyes.

"This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay now-"

"What if-What if it's just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing I could do for everyone else?"

"You remember the way it was before I was bitten? You and me? We were...We we're nothing."

A tear fell from Stiles' eyes.

"We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse... we weren't important."

"We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again." Scott lifted his eyes to his brothers.

"No one at all." He moved the flare threateningly lower, ready to drop it.

"Scott, just listen to me, okay?" Stiles took a step forward and let his hand slip. But Allura tightened her grip. She took a step forward every time Stiles did. She didn't say anything because she didn't need to.

"You're not no one. Okay, you're someone." Tears freely flowed.

"Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother." Stiles confessed.

"All right, so..." Both Stiles and Allura stepped into the puddle of Gasoline.

"So if you're gonna do this, then... You're just gonna have to take us with you." Stiles wrapped his hand around the tip of the flare and Allura's hands rose to Scott's chest.

Stiles ripped the flare from Scott's hand and threw it to the side. Allura lightly pushed Scott back and out of the pool.

She smiled in relief and exchanged a look with Stiles. Stiles stepped out of the puddle as well and to Scott and hugged him as he cried.

Allison let out a yell, "No!" She shouted as she dived forward and pulled Allura out of the gasoline as the flare rolled and lit an explosion.

Lydia stood in her spot while Scott and Stiles gasped and called their names.

Allison straddled Allura's hips, hovering above her. Allura's eyes drifted from Allison to the cloaked figure standing in the fire.

Holey shit.

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Allura and Stiles were asleep on one of the bus rows. She laid on top of him with her head burrowed in his neck and her left hand was gently laying on his chest. Her right hand found its way between Stiles' torso and his bicep. His left hand had a possessive hold on the back of her neck and her hair intertwined with his hand. The other hand wrapped around her waist and dipped into her jeans and rested on her bare hipbone, his thumb brushing her underwear.

Stiles groaned and lifted his head as the bus door opened. Allura let out a desperate whine and she nuzzles her head into his neck again, her nose brushing his collar bone.

He let out a sigh of content and moved his right hand underneath the fabrics. He lightly groped her ass making her groan and his pants tighten. He pulled his arm out of her jeans, honestly he didn't even remember his hand moving to that position, and wrapped it around her waist, his thumb caressing her bare back where her shirt had ridden up.

"I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement the meet's canceled. So we're heading home." Allura groaned as Stiles pulled them up so he was leaning against the bus wall, his legs spread out on the seat.

Allura adjusted and straddled his waist. She lightly chuckled as something poked the inside of her thigh. She simply ignored it and cuddled back into his chest.

She didn't even notice Ethan sitting down in front of her.

"Actually, I saved your life-" Allura smacked his chest and he let out an annoyed sigh.

"But it's not that it matters, just a minor detail."

Ethan chuckled, "I see she has you wrapped around her thumb." Ethan smiled as Stiles sent him a glare.

"Hurt her-"

"And you'll kill me, I know."

Ethan chuckled, "No, actually. I was gonna say hurt her and she'll kill you herself."

Stiles' eyes widened, "Don't worry. She likes you more than most. And if you're gonna be like that." Ethan gestured to the position they were in.

"Then don't let Aiden catch you. You'll be dead before she can even tell Aiden to stop."

Stiles sucked in a deep breath, "That's comforting." He smiled.

His finger twirled a strand of her hair absentmindedly.

Lydia sat down beside Scott and blew the whistle, her hand covering it. She pulled back to reveal purple and red glitter.

"Wolfsbane," Lydia stated.

"Is that dried bat blood?" Allura whispered.

"So every time Coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Allura, Isaac, Boyd-" Stiles trailed off.

"And Ethan." Allura chimed.

"We all inhaled it." Scott said in horror.

"You were all poisoned by it." Allison stated.

"That's how the Darach got in their heads." Stiles pulled Allura closer, her head resting on his chest.

"That's how she did it." Stiles' jaw slightly dropped in shock.

Stiles quickly grabbed the whistle and moved Allura off his lap. She let out a laugh as he reached forward and opened Scott's window. Scott quickly ducked at the spastic boy's actions.

Allura let out her first gleeful laugh as he threw the whistle out of the window.

"Hey, hey, Stilinski!"

Allura grinned and rested her forehead against Stiles' shoulder. He smiled down at her as the bus started driving away.

And for once she was happy.

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