Void kidnapped me. Again. I had been too shocked, too scared, to defend myself. Again. Everyone was probably looking for me. Again.

I didn't wake up in the same apartment as before though, which was different. Instead, I woke up in a damp, dark tunnel, with gates at each end that I already knew would be locked. It wasn't very spacious, and there was faint sound of dripping water.

Drip... drip... drip... clang

My head shot to the side, and I saw Void opening the metal gate. Instantly, I felt the pull I always felt when he was around, and I closed my eyes in frustration. Void was the bad guy. He had possessed my boyfriend, hurt my friends, and tried to kill them. I was supposed to hate him; I wasn't supposed to desire him every second he was near me.

Void leant against the wall, hands in pockets as he observed me with a blank face. He didn't say anything, he just watched me silently, looking content as ever.

"What did you do to me? Where did you take me?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

"You and Lydia," he corrected casually.

I looked up at Void in shock and he laughed lightly at my expression.

"I was originally only going to take Lydia but... I couldn't help myself," he said, his eyes darkening as he continued to stare at me.

My breath hitched and I looked away, practically hearing the smirk that spread across his lips. I cleared my throat.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"A place where no one will be able to hear your screams," Void answered, his voice making me squeeze my eyes shut.

I had to take three deep breathes to calm myself down. My insides felt like they were on fire, and I wasn't sure if that was from fear or from Void.

I heard Void sigh as he got up off the wall and walked towards me. I opened my eyes and was surprised to see how close he had gotton to me. I tried to shuffle away, glad to find my hands were untied, but Void stopped me, his figure looming above me.

"Why are you still resisting?" he asked, the irritation clear in his voice.

I clenched my hands into fists to stop the sudden urge I had to grab him. I took a deep breathe and stood up, bolting to one end of the tunnel in a useless attempt to escape my feelings. I heard Void sigh behind me.

I gripped the gates so tight my knuckles turned white as I shook them back and forth. I screamed, pleading for help, but no one came.

I felt Void's arms wrap around my waist and pull me to him, my back landing against his chest. I froze, my stomach flipping out. Void pressed his head into my hair and inhaled my scent, and I swallowed thickly.

"Do you know what your scent does to me?" Void murmured into my hair, his voice hoarse. "It makes me want you. It makes me need you."

I shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cold. His confession made my blood pump hot and my want for him increase until I could barely breathe.

He continued.

"You're like a drug, and I'm addicted to it," Void whispered into my ear. "I'm addicted to you, and I'm insatiable."

Void spun me around to face him and I gasped, placing a hand on his chest to steady me. My breaths came out quick and short, my skin scorching through my clothes where he touched me.

He leaned in, and I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me. I wanted, needed, his lips on mine to steady this erratic feeling inside me. I needed him to get rid of the space between us, and as he leaned closer my eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.

"I'm not going to kiss you," he told me, disappointment pooling in my gut. "I'm going to wait until you break. I won't kiss you until you kiss me."

I opened my eyes and stared into Void's milky brown ones. We stood there in silence, staring at each other as I battled my feelings.

Void's fingers brushed my hips, leaving a trail of heat where he touched me. My breathe hitched, and he grinned, continuing the motion. I squeezed my eyes shut, and his fingers trailed the length of my hips to just bellow my chest, causing my heart to race.

As soon as Void's other hand brushed my skin, I knew I was done. I couldn't take it anymore; the anticipation, the need for him.

I grabbed Void's shirt and jerked it towards me, getting rid of the space between us and crashing our lips together. The kiss was hot and heavy and everything I could have ever dreamed of and so much more.

Our lips moved against each other in hurried, desperate attempts to soothe the desire coursing through us. I bit down on his front lip and Void groaned into the kiss, moving his hands back to my waist and gripping me tightly while his kiss devoured me.

Void's tongue was at my lips, demanding entrance, and I greedily let him in. He leaned into me further as his tongue explored my mouth, his hands tightening his grip on me as if he thought I would disappear. This kiss, this feeling, was too good to be true.

Because it is.

I wanted to ignore the voice in my head. I wanted to continue indulging myself with Void's lips and hands and body, but I knew I shouldn't. This was Void we were talking about. The same person who was possessing my boyfriend.

The thought made some of the desire seep away from me. Not much, but enough to give me the clear headspace I needed to pull away.

Void snarled at me, his eyes dark.

"Why did you do that?" he demanded.

"Because I don't want to kiss you," I replied, my voice shaking.

Void's eyes went black. There was such rage in there, such anger, I cringed just looking at them. Void pulled away, slamming his fist into the gate, and making me flinch away. His breathes were heavy when he turned to me.

"I need to go talk to Lydia," he said, his voice ragged. He looked right into my eyes ask he spoke. "This is not over."

With that, he stormed down the tunnel to the other gate, where he exited and then locked it before leaving.

I slumped to the floor, resting my head against the wall. I'd kissed Void. I'd given in to the desire and kissed Void. I hated myself. I was disgusted by myself. How could I do this? To Scott, who had fought for me? To Lydia, who was trapped here somewhere as well while I made out with her kidnapper? To Stiles, who I was in a relationship with? And to myself, who I now loathed.

I looked up at the gate Void had punched, feeling my gut churn at the thought. He was so strong and could probably snap my neck in two without even blinking. I balked at the thought.

I was about to turn away from the door when I noticed something looked off. Slowly, I got up off the floor and walked towards the gate. I pushed it gently and watched as it shook. It hadn't done that before.

I shook the gate with more force, and the bars rattled along side each other, causing hope to spark in my chest. I pushed one last time, using my shoulder for more force, and the gate fell to the floor with a clang.

I carefully stepped outside and was met with a tunnel going in either direction. I decided to go left. I walked silently and swiftly but stopped dead when I heard sounds from above me. There was the distinct sound of swords clanging against each other and words being yelled, though I couldn't decipher what they were.

People were fighting out there. My friends were fighting out there. I walked forward, determined to make it outside, when everything went dark. The few lights that had dotted the walls went out, and I was left in the dark.

If only I had a torch.

I blinked, and then blinked again, shocked at my stupidity. I opened my hand and a flame appeared. I'd completely forgotten about my powers. I could have melted the bars instead of pushing down the gate, and it would have made less sound too.

I shook my head and moved forward, ignoring my stupidity. It was in the past; I couldn't change it now.

I walked a while more before I heard a distant yell of rage from the direction my cage had been. Void had found out I was gone.

I quickened my steps, my flame growing a tad bigger, when I turned the corner and saw people running at me. I nearly shot a flame at them, until I recognised Scott and Lydia.

I let out a sigh of relief and immediately hugged Scott, who held me tightly. Seeing him made some of the fear disappear, and I felt safer.

I pulled away from him, and it was only then that I noticed Stiles. He was paler than before, and there were dark, defined bags under his eyes, but it was Stiles.

"Stiles?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Stiles nodded his head, his throat bobbing.

I ran up to him and flung my arms around him, pulling him close. Stiles wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly, as if I was his lifeline. His arms felt comforting and familiar, and I nearly started crying then and there when I realised how much I'd missed him. I'd missed Stiles so much, but I'd never realised it until now.

Stiles eventually pulled away, but he made sure my hand was safely in his. He seemed to think if he wasn't touching me constantly, I'd disappear.

"We need to go," Lydia said softly, looking between the two of us.

We both nodded, and then we were all running through the tunnels. We had to get above ground and help out with the fight before it was too late.

I heard a gasp from behind me and turned to find Stiles stumbling forward. I caught him, holding him upright as he panted, trying, and failing to catch his breathe.

I looked back to the others, but they hadn't stopped running, not noticing we weren't behind them. I was about to call out when Stiles took a step back, trying to catch his balance. He failed, and because my arms were still holding him, when he fell down, I fell with him.

We landed to the floor with a thud, and I franticly looked back to Scott and Lydia, but they were gone, having already turned the corner.

I looked back at Stiles and brushed his hair back from his face, checking his temperature. He was burning up. He was barely conscious, but his hand had found its way to my hand again, and he was gripping it tightly.

I tried to pull away so I could use both my hands to pull him upright, but he let out a strangled whimper so broken my heart ached. I let him hold my hand and instead used my other hand to stroke his hair, wondering what to do.

It was then that I heard an ear-piercing scream. It belonged to Lydia, and it only voiced one word.

Allison.

I felt my throat close up as I realised what it meant.

Allison was dead.