Stiles POV

"Sarah?" I say as I nudge her slightly, not wanting to wake her. She has been passed out now for the past hour or so, and she needed her rest. Scott and I had been talking and decided that I needed to go up and see what exactly was going on, since Scott kept hearing that they were wondering where we went. I knew that Sarah wasn't going to approve, but I had to at least tell her what was happening.

I feel her burning forehead slightly before her eyes blink open, a drowsy look coming across her face. Her lips were stained with thick black blood and sweat covered her face. It made me feel like I had it easy as I looked at her, wanting nothing more than to end whoever did this to her. To them.

"Stiles?" she says weakly, sitting up again as best as she could. I reach out to her shoulders and help her lean up against the wall again as she furrows her eyebrows, knowing that something was happening. I could see it on her face.

I brush the hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear. "I'm going to leave for a few, okay?"

"What?" she says, but it comes out as more of a hum. "Y-You can't leave, Stiles-"

"It won't be for very long, I promise," I say as she stumbles around, trying to get up onto her two feet.

She shakes her head lazily. "Then I'm coming with you-"

"No you're not," I say as I gently push her back down. "Listen, it's worse for you guys. It's not just an outbreak, it's an assassin. I need to figure out how to help you; to help everyone."

"But you're on that list too," she says, her eyes becoming watery. My heart broke at the sound of her trembling voice.

I shake my head as I chuckle softly. "Maybe it was just a misprint."

Sarah looks torn. "You know it wasn't, Stiles--please, just stay."

I consider for a moment to stay with her. I wanted nothing more than to lie beside her and pretend that all of this was a dream; that I'd wake up in my own bed with her at my side. But I knew that this was real, and I needed to face reality. I needed to save them, so that way they'd be beside me for another day.

"I promise I'll be back, okay?" I say softly as I feel her forehead again, which seemed to have grown much hotter than the last time I had felt it. "I promise."

Sarah shakes her head continuously as she shivers slightly, which was odd for her. "Stiles, please-"

"Here," I say as I slip off my jacket, which probably wouldn't do much, offering to help her from getting cold. She stares at it for a moment as I try to reach around her to wrap her in it, but she doesn't move a muscle.

She smiles slightly at this gesture, her eyes showing hope. "Always trying to warm me up. You just keep forgetting I'm the girl on fire."

I smile at her as I set the jacket down next to her, that being the Sarah that I've always known. She smiles back at me before I lean forwards and kiss her forehead, feeling nothing but heat against my lips. Her bright smile fades away back into sadness as I stare at her one last time, feeling as if I was getting a last long look of the girl that changed my life forever.

A single tear falls down her cheek as I stand up, looking down to see her reach her hand out towards me. I lick my lips slowly as I reach down to her hand, taking it with both of my own, rubbing it softly with my thumbs. She nods her head at me before our fingers slip away, ending our goodbye.

Scott and Kira look up at me as I walk to the vault door, stepping back into the school before turning around. All I can think about is this not working as I stared at everyone; Scott, Kira, Malia, and most importantly, Sarah. All I thought about was what it would be like if none of these people were in my life. I've already lost too many people, and I didn't want to lose anymore. It didn't take long before I was shoving the thought out of my head, not baring to imagine anymore.

With one last look, the vault door sealed shut.

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Sarah's POV

Another chill runs down my spine as I curl up into a ball on the floor, trying to imagine the pain away. I couldn't help but feel guilty that Stiles was most likely sick because of me, him having to feel everything that I was going through. But what I mostly thought about was how it would be my fault that if I were to die from this, so would he. I was the one who got both of us into this mess in the first place.

I listen to Kira and Scott mumble a few words to one another as they hold each other tight, glad that they were in each other's presence. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, glad that Kira and Scott were becoming more and more of a thing, but I hated that Stiles wasn't here. If I was going to die here soon, I wanted to at least be with him. I wanted to be able to tell him the one thing I've always been too afraid to say.

I try to focus my hearing upstairs where all of the action was, but it was like all of my abilities were malfunctioning. Every time I tried to focus on warming myself up, it wouldn't work. Every time I tried to listen with my senses, my ears failed me. It was like my body was starting to shut down on itself.

"S-Sarah," I hear Kira say to me, causing me to finally open my eyes again, the last time I had opened them being when Stiles had left. "Are you okay over there?"

"As good as I'll ever be," I say, trying to be at least a little optimistic.

I burrow my head back in my arms as I try once again to imagine that I was somewhere other than here, it being my only escape from this suffering. I felt like I was about to fall asleep again before a low growl coming from another corner in the room has me lifting my head, looking over and seeing Malia sitting there staring at her hands.

"Malia?" I question, wondering what was wrong with her.

She continues to stare at her hands as Scott and Kira look over as well. "Something's wrong; I-I'm losing control."

"None of us have control," Scott says before he erupts into a fit of coughs.

Malia shakes her head as she finally looks up at us, her eyes flashing sapphire every few seconds. "No, I mean...I-I feel like a full moon is coming."

I sit up a little bit farther as Scott does as well. "Wait-you're feeling aggressive?"

"Not yet," she says before growling lowly again. "But I have a feeling I'm about to be."

I glance over at Scott. "Are you feeling aggressive?"

"No," he says as Kira looks panicked.

I think for a moment. "Maybe it's because she's a coyote; the virus is affecting her differently."

"What do we do?" Kira says innocently.

Scott looks over at her again, seeing that she was now growing canines. "I-I don't know."

I finally push myself up so that I'm sitting against the wall again, heaving huge breaths as I stared over at Malia. If I had to guess, it appeared that she would become violent in only a few minutes. It seemed to be progressing fast and with every passing second, she started to seem like the full moon was growing closer and closer. I knew that we shouldn't be in the same room as her, since we can't exactly defend ourselves, but we didn't exactly have the energy to do anything about it either.

"Guys," Malia says to herself again, her growls turning into snarls. "I can't hold myself back for much longer."

I try to stand as I look at the vault door. "We need to get out of here, guys."

"We can't just leave her," Kira says as she looks back over at Malia.

I shake my head. "We can if she's about to kill us. Come on-"

I start to walk towards Scott and Kira before something is knocking me over, causing me to land in a small puddle of water on the floor. My heart races when I look up and see that Malia was on top of me, looking sicker than me. Not only that, but she almost looked like she would rip my face off at any second. She looked mad.

"Malia, stop!" Scott screams, but it's no use. I use what little of energy I had left as I grab Malia's wrists, holding her back from clawing me. I tried to focus on the fire inside me, but nothing was there. I was useless.

I see Scott coming to help me out of the corner of my eye as Malia thrashes at me, seeming to be losing her energy fast as well. Her breathing was out of control and sweat was rolling off the side of her face. I could tell that before long, her and the rest of us would be goners.

I finally use my last bit of strength as I push her off of me, causing her to go rolling to the side. She tumbles a few times, rolling through the puddle before finally stopping with her back to me. She lays still for a moment as I sit up slightly, wondering what in the world had just happened.

I hear her sob then, not growl, but actually sob. She tries to sit up once again, but she stumbles many times before succeeding. She shakes her head as she stares off into blank space, her eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"I can't see," she says, her voice trembling. "I-I can't see anything."

It wasn't until then that I realized that my vision was going in and out of focus as well, making it hard for me to see anything. My shaking hand lifts so that it's in front of my face as I stare at it, flipping my hand back and forth. It kept growing fuzzy and then clear, fuzzy, then clear again before stopping on fuzzy.

"Scott?" I hear Kira cry out, sounding panicked more than ever. My eyes flick over to her to see her crawling along the floor, her hands grasping for whatever she could grasp. Water flies up onto her shirt as her lip trembles, scared out of her mind. "I can't see..."

I hear a loud crashing sound before my vision finally goes dark, only seeing the faint outline of a few of the objects in the room. I begin to have a panic attack as I try desperately to see again, but it was no use. I try to use my ears to figure out what was happening, but like I had said earlier, they weren't working the best.

"Guys!" I shout, desperate to hear something from them. I needed to make sure they were still there. "W-Where are you?"

I hear Scott mumble something in reply, but that was all that I got. I feared that Malia and Kira were already dead; I didn't even want to think about it. I try to stand once again, but my legs fail on me, causing me to fall to the floor in a heap. My head slaps the concrete as I moan in pain, wanting all of this to be over. I just wanted to die.

But I knew I couldn't die. Not for Stiles' sake.

That was when I hear someone beating on the other side of the vault door. "Scott? Listen Scott, open the door! It's in there with you! It's in a jar on the shelf! Scott?"

"Stiles..." I breath as I look towards Stiles' voice, swallowing the lump in my throat. I try to crawl closer to him, but all signs of strength from me were gone. "S-Stiles!"

"Sarah!" he yells in reply, continuing to beat on that door as if he life depended on it. Well, it kind of did depend on it.

I try to raise my head as sleep started to consume me once again, reaching out towards the door. "Stiles, I-I..."

I let out one last breath of air as my hand falls to the ground.

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"Sarah..."

"Come on, Sarah."

A huge breath of air floods into my lungs as I gasp awake, my eyes wide as they stared up at the celling above. I think about what had happened in the past couple of hours as I turned to see Stiles there, holding me in his arms. He lets out a breath of relief as a soft smile comes across his face, but all I noticed was the blood that covered his face and his shirt.

"Stiles?" I say. "What happened?"

"Doesn't matter," he says as I sit up, already feeling 90 times better. "All that matters is that you guys are okay."

My eyes water before I wrap my arms around him, pulling him in as tight as I possibly could. I didn't want to ever let him go. I never wanted to let him leave me like that again. "Don't leave like that ever again."

"I promised you I'd come back," he says as his hand wraps around my back. "And now I promise I won't leave again."

I close my eyes as I burry my face into his neck, thankful that all of this was over. I knew that we still had a lot yet to face, but at least we survived another day. We overcame another obstacle.

"Stiles?" I hear Malia say as I pull away, turning around to see Malia holding up Stiles' jacket that he had left for me. I didn't think much of it until I saw that she was holding a slip of paper in her other hand, an angry yet saddened look on her face.

Stiles' face goes pale. "Malia-"

"Save it," she snaps before throwing both items to the floor, turning and walking out of the vault. I furrow my eyebrows at this, confused as to what exactly had just happened. It wasn't until I grabbed the piece of paper myself and saw her name on it that I realized that she learned that she was actually a Hale.

I guess that's just another obstacle we'll have to face.

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Someone fangirl with me about Stiles and Sarah please. I just love them so freaking much you guys don't understand it.

On another note, did you guys hear about what Ian said to Arden? I guess he yelled at her for posting pictures on instagram during the #prays4paris thing (note she had already posted many things before this regarding the issue) but like seriously he yelled at her for posting something on HER instagram. It's HER choice and HER life. Stop freaking yelling at her and telling her what to do smh.