Sarah's POV

"Why are you making it so tight!" Malia screams at me as I put leather bands around her wrists, bonding her to one of the walls. I hadn't meant to make the bands super tight, but I wanted to make sure that she wouldn't be getting out anytime soon.

"I'm sorry," I say dryly, not really meaning it. "I just don't want you getting out-"

"Well you don't have to make them so tight!" she growls lowly at me, her eyes flashing blue. Her face had already transformed and she sure did have that snappy attitude that you're supposed to get during the full moon. But then again, isn't that her all of the time?

I pull the band I had been working on tighter as Malia roars at me, which was enough for me. I leaned closer towards her face as my eyes narrow, dropping her wrist at her side. "Listen, you may not like me and may want to rip my face off, but I can't let you get loose. Yeah, maybe then you'll get the chance to hurt me, but what about the other people upstairs that you could possibly kill? That's why I have to make them tight, so that you don't do something you'll regret."

Malia frowns at me as she breathes heavily, the full moon wearing her out. She's silent for a moment as she processes what I had said, gritting her teeth. "I just don't want to hurt Stiles."

I bite my tongue firmly as I draw blood, completely pissed that she had just said that. If we would have been in a different situation at a different time, then I totally would have went off on her and maybe might have broken a few bones of hers. But I knew that she'd cooperate if Stiles was her motive, so I let it slide this one time. Let her try and say that again and I'll rip that tongue out of her mouth.

I yank the band even tighter again as I back away from Malia, looking down and seeing that she was pretty well secured. The bands around her wrists were starting to fall apart slightly, which made me worried, but I only hoped that it would just last for tonight. If Malia does manage to get free, I'm not sure what we'll do. Let's just say I won't mind having to take her down if I needed to.

"Everything secure?" Stiles says as he walks over to the two of us, just coming back down from being upstairs. He had went to check up on Lydia and see how the party was going.

I cross my arms as I glare down at Malia, who was pulling on the chains. "As secure as it will get. How's the party going up there?"

"She's managing," Stiles says, walking up and standing next to me. "There's a lot of people up there; mostly freshmen."

I roll my eyes. "Just wonderful. Could things get any worse?"

"I would say no," Stiles says while scoffing. "But somehow, they usually do get worse."

Malia growls lowly as she stares up at the two of us, her canines showing. "Stiles, you need to get out of here."

"What?" Stiles says, looking down at Malia. I clench my teeth as my hands bawl into fists, already knowing that the rest of tonight was going to be pure Hell.

"I don't want to hurt you," Malia says, her eyes turning back to their normal shade. She looked sincere, which only made my stomach knot. I mean, I had remembered what Stiles had said back in the Jeep, but this whole situation made me sick. It still made me worried that I might lose Stiles.

"As much as I'd love to get out of here and go watch Netflix, I can't," he says, taking a step closer towards me. "I'm not leaving without Sarah."

Malia growls as she snaps her teeth. "Fine. Can't say I didn't warn you."

Stiles takes a deep breath as music booms above us, along with the sound of teenagers talking. I had only hoped that they wouldn't come downstairs, which would only arise new problems. I wondered how Scott and Kira were doing right now with Liam, but I'm sure they were doing better than us. At least Kira is lucky that she doesn't have to worry about some were-coyote stealing her boyfriend.

My eyes widen when I see Malia reach for Stiles and I, the leather around her wrist starting to tear. We both take a step backwards as Malia stares at the leather, knowing that she was going to get out sooner or later. My heart starts to pick up the pace as she looks back up at the two of us, a bloodthirsty look on her face. I knew that if she did get out of those chains, she was going to seriously hurt us, even if she did have feelings for Stiles.

"Get out of here!" she yells one more time as she yanks on the leather, determined to get it off this time around. It was strange; it was like she didn't want to hurt us (well, Stiles) but she also wanted to rip our heads off. It reminded me of how it felt to be possessed by the nogitsune.

"Listen to me Malia," Stiles says as Malia roars, pulling even harder on her wrist. "I know you can hear me. Just focus and find control. Find an anchor-"

Stiles gets cut off as the leather finally snaps off, causing Malia to stand and run towards us. I quickly grab Stiles as we jump back, barely getting away fast enough before Malia could reach us. Her eyes burn blue as sweat rolls off of her forehead; the full moon almost being too much for her.

"I want to break your skulls," she spits at us, turning and yanking harder on the last remaining chain. "I want to feel it crush beneath my hands!"

Stiles looks down at me with wide eyes. "What do we do?"

"Uh," I mumble under my breath as I watched Malia tug harder on the last remaining chain, and i knew that sooner or later, she was going to get it off. Honestly, I didn't really have much of a back up plan. I guess we just need to keep her contained and defend ourselves.

"Find your anchor Malia," Stiles says to her, but he was already too late. My heart skips a beat as the last remaining leather strap goes flying to the ground, it almost seeming like slow motion. The next thing I know, Malia is turning and running towards me; her claws coming straight towards my face.

I wasn't prepared as she knocked me to the ground, landing on top of me. Her claws dig into my wrists as she pins me to the floor, her teeth snapping in my face. I hear Stiles let out a yelp as he grabs his own wrists, which I'm sure were hurting just as bad as mine were now. The connection between Stiles and I seemed to grow everyday, meaning that the pain would get worse. At first it started with just a feeling, but now it was almost as if it was actually happening.

"You don't deserve him," Malia spits in my face, causing me to wince. "Maybe if I get rid of you once and for all, then he'll be mine."

"Think about what you're doing Malia!" I scream back at her, my wrists throbbing from the pain. "This isn't you. It's the full moon-"

Malia laughs slightly. "But this is me."

That was when I had officially had enough. The thought of knowing that Stiles was feeling all of this right now was my main motivation, and I knew that I had to get Malia off of me to help him. So that's why I had made my hands grow hot, causing Malia to let go of me and roar. I bring my legs up so that they're underneath Malia's torso before I kick as hard as I can, which then causes her to go flying back into the wall from which her chains came from.

My eyes refocus as I sit up once again, glancing over and seeing that Stiles seemed to have been better. His wrists still had little slits from where Malia had clawed me, but I could see that they were healing unusually fast. I don't have time to worry about it much as Malia lifts her head slowly, her eyes boiling with rage. If I wouldn't have known any better, it almost seemed to overpower the blue that was really in her eyes.

"Whatever you do to me hurts him, Malia," I say, pointing towards Stiles. I knew that if I related hurting me with him, it might help her stop; or at least to calm down slightly. "You don't want to hurt him, do you?"

Malia breathes heavily as she stands up again slowly, her eyes narrowed as she glared at me. "No, but if hurting him means hurting you, then I guess that's the price I'll have to pay."

Stiles stands up quickly then as he steps in front of me, holding his hands out as if he was protecting me. "Malia, listen to me. I know that you don't want to hurt us. I know that deep down, you probably don't want to because of what had happened to your family. I know what that's like Malia. So does Sarah."

My heart drops as Stiles glances back at me, knowing what he was meaning. As he says this, my mind flips back to how I had felt when Stiles and I had killed that man in his room and about how I had even killed Stiles. I remembered how I felt and I sure as hell remembered everything that I had done. It was pure torture to live with the constant reminder.

"We both remember, Malia," Stiles continues, turning and looking back at her. "I don't know about Sarah, but not only do I remember it all, but I remember liking it. I remember feeling powerful, and that's what hooked me. I loved feeling fearless and most of all, I loved feeling in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else. Control is overrated."

Goosebumps rise on my skin after he says this, which all of his words were true. I hadn't ever been able to put it into words like that before, but that was exactly what I had felt before as well. I loved the rush of being fearless and not having to worry about anyone being in your way; along with the joy I had felt when I had ended people's lives. It was what I had been ashamed of most; that I felt all of this while I had hurt the ones I loved.

Malia stares at the two of us for a moment as she thinks about what Stiles had said, which appeared to have finally gotten though to her. Her breathing started to calm and her growling had almost slowed to a stop. It looked as if she was finally getting control.

I let out a huge breath as I watched her claws retract, along with her canines. Her face turned back to normal as her hair fell in front of her face, which was still covered in sweat. Stiles blinks rapidly as he sighs as well, knowing that it was finally over; knowing that neither of us or anyone else would get hurt tonight by her.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat as Malia looks up at us slowly, tears in her eyes. A sob leaves her throat as she runs over to Stiles and wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. A part of me was angry and jealous about her doing this, but I knew that she had just found control and that it was thanks to Stiles. I would have been fine if it weren't for what Malia had whispered into his ear next.

"You're my anchor."

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ouch. I bet that has to hurt my poor baby Sarah...

I finally updated as well! I'm still on Semi-Hiatus so that's why, but softball season will be over here soon and I hope to finally get back to updating more often (unless homework completely swallows me whole) Hope you guys understand why I'm taking the time off and I thank you all for not jumping at my throat about updating. It really does mean a lot!

Like I had stated earlier, I'm hoping that this will start to pick up more the farther I get into season four, which is literally the hardest season to write about. Idk what it is, but writing about these episodes doesn't interest me as much. Please tell me I'm not the only one...

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