Baby stepped back, pulling Stiles with him as Void stepped closer. He could feel himself, or was it stiles, trembling. It was probably both of them. The other stiles advancing on them. Face cold with rage and fury. Eyes black. Baby recalled the look on his face before void had bitten him. Fear was clawing up his throat as the thing stepped closer. Him and Stiles clutching at each other as they stumbled back. "Divine move?" Void asked. "Divine move. You think you have any moves at all?" He was speeding up. Advancing quickly.

Baby and stiles almost tripped trying to keep away. Baby keeping himself between the Void an Stiles. The other boy gripping his shoulders as they staggered backwards, not wanting to stop looking at void. "You think you can kill the oni", Void smirked darkly as he stormed towards them. His voice rising. "But me? Me? I'm a thousand years old. You can't kill me!"

"But we can change you", Baby stated. They stopped. All three of them. Void's black soulless eyes resting on them.

"What?"

"You forgot about the scroll", Stiles spoke calmly.

"The shugendo scroll", Baby added. They stood straighter, eyes meeting the void head on. Their faces no longer fearful but challenging.

"Change the host", the words were a whisper of realisation. For the first time, void looked a little panicked.

"You can't be a fox and a Wolf".

Void's lips curled and it held up a arm but it was stopped by a clawed hand. Scott's eyes glowed red as he caught the arm and bit in to the flesh. Void screamed as Scott bit down harder. He threw him off, Scott hitting the lockers with a clang. Then the boy, void, was staggering back. Baby and Stiles watching as the body began to shake. A sword stuck through it's chest and thunder boomed. The lights around them flickering as Kira pulled out her katana. The void collapsed to it's knees and a buzzing fly escaped it's mouth. It flew haphazardly along the corridor. Baby turning to grab it. Then it stopped. The sound of a wooden lid closing as Issac caught it in a box. The wood of the Nemeton trapping it. The body of void convulsed for a second then went still. Cracks appeared on the skin like paper and it fell forwards. It hit the ground and exploded into dust.

They all stood staring as the dust vanished. Silence weighing over them. Then Stiles took a step. Baby felt him begin to teeter and turned. The boy dropped like a stone and he caught him. The movement making him drop to his knees as he took Stiles' weight. The dark haired boy's head lolled, eyes closed. "Stiles?"

Stiles woke up. His head was on something firm and he could feel fingers smoothing over his hair. He blinked, the dark corridor fo the school swimming into focus. Scott was kneeled at his side. Lydia and Kira at his feet. Issac standing above them, the box still in his hands. His head was resting on Baby's lap. The vampire gently finger combing his hair. "Oh god I fainted didn't I?" He muttered. Scott and Baby smiled. "We're alive? We all alive?"

"Yeah", Scott nodded. "We're okay". Baby smiled and helped Stiles up into a sitting position. Lydia turned and stood, her head looking out towards the car park. Then she began running. Baby pulled stiles to his feet and they ran after her. She reached the stairs to the tunnel then stopped. There were three figures in the night mist. A fourth on the floor. Derek, Argent and one of the twins surrounding the fourth.

"Aidan", Baby gasped. Lydia let out a sob and turned. Baby caught her and she started sobbing into his chest. He rubbed a hand over her back as they watched Ethan lay his twin down.

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Baby was sat on Stiles' bed as he watched the other boy begin to take down the papers lining the walls. There was a rapidly growing pile on the floor as the blue of the wall paint was gradually exposed. There was a silence between them. Not necessarily uncomfortable, but thick with unspoken things. The only sound was of the rustling of paper as Stiles continued to clear his wall. There was a creak on the landing and Noah poked his head through the open door. "What you guys doing?" He asked. He was dressed casually. No uniform today.

Stiles turned and gestured to the empty patches of wall. "Just clearing my head". Noah nodded. He gave baby a smile and a wave.

"Hi baby, you staying for dinner?"

Baby glanced at Stiles. Stiles smiled. "Yes. He's staying for dinner", he spoke up. Baby grinned and nodded. Noah gave them a thumbs up and disappeared down stairs.

"So I'm staying for dinner?" Baby asked with a smile.

"Yes", stiles turned and walked over. He stood in the space between Baby's knees and rested his hands on his shoulders. He took a breath, face turning serious, and sighed. Baby looked up at him with curious eyes. Hands at his sides and body open as he waited for Stiles to make the first move.

Stiles took a breath. His hand reaching out to gently touch over the red lines of the bite mark on his neck. His touch was gentle and soft but still, Baby shivered. Stiles saw the reaction and drew his hand away. "Are you okay? Does it still hurt? I'm sorry".

Baby huffed out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair. "No, it's not that. Um, bite marks mean different things to vampires. Like it does to Wolves. It's just sensitive". Stiles moved to sit on the bed at his side, eyes watching.

"What do you mean?"

"The bite of an alpha changes you into a werewolf right?" Stiles hummed. "Well it's the same for vampires. The turning process is hard but it involves being bitten and being drained until you're on the point of death. That can take hours. The human body has a lot of blood and we can't really drain you in one go. So it involves being bitten again and again over the period of days. Constantly on the point of death, half conscious and able to feel it". Baby took a deep breath, hand covering the scars. "Eventually the sedative effects of the venom begin to wear off so you're stuck in this loop of pain and you can't do anything about it. Then when you're just bout to die, you're fed the blood of your sire. Vampire blood has power increasing properties, it's why the nogitsune wanted to drink mine". He licked his lips.

"It's why there's not many vampires in the world. The process to turning one is extremely delicate and a long procedure that can get interrupted half way through. It's why younger people, especially children often die during the process". He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. Nightmares flashing across his eyelids. "Because we're bitten, over and over again. It sort of gives a weakness. Biting is a bit of a weakness to us. Being bitten I mean, it makes us prey again. It reminds us of being human. It's why we tend to stay away from Wolves, who fight with their fangs like us. It's also why we're nomadic, solitary creatures. We don't like being bitten, by anyone. For a vampire to allow someone to bite them, it's the ultimate sign of trust and submission. It's literally our lives in your hands. It's why bite wounds on us always scar".

Baby rubbed his eyes, he had bent over while he was talking, back hunching as he exposed himself. Stiles was silent as he spoke. "So that was why you screamed so much", he muttered. "I thought you were dying. It was terrible".

"It wasn't your fault", Baby murmured. He peaked out between his fingers. "I am not scared or fearful of you, I'm not angry". There was a slight flush on his cheeks when he turned to look at him again. (Stiles was glad to see that he was feeding regularly again). Baby sat up and averted his eyes slightly in embarrassment. "I don't actually mind the scar too much. Yeah, it was traumatic and I never want to feel like that again, but". He cut off, blush darkening. "He had your body. Your teeth". He rubbed his fingers over the bite scar. "If it was going to be anybody, I'm glad it's your teeth in my skin". He coughed. "I, well, um, I'd much rather not have it, but I'm glad that's it's yours. Everyone's teeth are unique, dental records. So um, I'm just glad that it was yours instead of someone else's". He shivered, a expression of disgust and horror crossing his face. "Definitely preferable to those horrible metal teeth the nogitsune had in his true form".

Stiles snorted and Baby smiled. He reached out slowly, seeing if Baby would stop him, when he didn't he began tracing the bite Mark again. Baby tiled his head. The scars partially obscured by the neck of his tshirt. Stiles heard the intake of air and leaned forwards. He caught Baby's chin with his other hand and baby leant forwards. Their lips met and they kissed, slowly and deeply. Both of them relaxing into the other with twin signs of relief. The kiss felt like finality. Stiles haven't been aware that he had been missing it so much. When they parted, they didn't move far. Breaths mingling as they pressed their foreheads together.

"Romeo Valentine goldsmith?" Stiles muttered. Baby smiled.

"Yes?"

"Date me again?"

"Yes".

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They're back together! Whoop whoop!