<Scott's POV>

I walk as slow as possible into my house and find my mom waiting by the door with her hands on her hips. "Where have you been, I thought you died while trying to save Lydia! Why didn't you text or call? I ca-"

"She's dead mom," I mumble. My mom stops talking and looks at me confused and worried.

"What?" She asks innocently.

"Allison's dead mom, Allison is dead," I explain. Her expression quickly changes and her arms wrap around me. I hold on to my mom and cry on her shoulder.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry, how did this happen?" She whispers. I let out a loud cry as I picture her being stabbed right before I could reach her.

"The oni, they stabbed her, I tried to get to her but..." My words are interrupted by my own tears.

"It's okay, you did your best."

<Stiles' POV>

My dad rushes to me and grabs me in a hug. "You're here, and you're actually you!" He shouts happily. I hug back lazily, my mind a little preoccupied. "Stiles you look so pale and sick," he states.

"Ya that's because of two things..."

"Well?" He asks, prodding for information. I take a deep breath.

"Well, the first reason is the nogitsune is still in my form and it's literally killing me slowly, but we're taking care of that unfortunately," I start.

"Why is fixing the problem unfortunate?" My dad asks.

"Because the other reason is because I caused Allison's death! She's dead because of me!" I shout angrily. My dad stares at me speechless. All that I can think is, he is kicking me out because I'm a horrible person. I can't blame him though I deserve it. Instead he wraps me in a hug and then leads me over into the kitchen and we sit at the kitchen table.

"Stiles, I'm sure it wasn't your fault," he says. I shake my head.

"But I was, why does no one understand that?" I ask rhetorically and the quickly get up from the table and storm out the front door with my dad calling behind me. I'm about to get in my jeep when I realize it's at oak creek. I clench my fists and take a deep breath as I keep walking- limping- away.

My whole body is still in pain, and I'm finding it hard to walk. The closest house is the Argent's apartment. We are supposed to meet there anyways, I'll just be early.

I knock on the door several times, but no one answers. Chris must still be out dropping off Lydia. Instead of waiting by the door like an idiot I just walk in. My steps practically echo in the silence as I walk through the apartment.

Casually, my feet lead me to Allison's room, and I sit down at her desk. Her rooms smells like she did. It reaks of lilac and metal. Across her desk there is a mix of pictures, pencils, and weapons. I smirk. Leave it to Allison to leave knives on her desk.

The sound of a door opening comes from the hall. I wait for Chris to find me just sitting in his dead daughters room, but instead I see someone else walk in. I smile slightly and wave casually. "What are you doing here?" she asks in a monotone voice. I shrug.

"Got angry, you?" I ask the strawberry blonde.

"Oh I came to get revenge on you for making me die," she says except this isn't Lydia anymore, she somehow turned into Allison. I gasp as her hand grasps a knife and slits my throat. I hold my neck and find no blood. And I see Lydia again, standing in the doorway.

"You're not Allison?" I ask confused. Lydia cringes at her name and squints at me confused.

"No, I just came to get away from my mom, I'm a little upset with her, turns out she's known about the supernatural her whole life and I'm named after her dead werewolf best friend," Lydia explains quickly.

"What?" I ask surprised.

"Ya... you look worse Stiles," Lydia says, nearing me, "does it hurt?" I nod my head.

"I don't care though." Lydia shakes her head.

"You should care that you're slowly dying," Lydia complains.

"Look Lydia, it's my fault she is dead so shouldn't you be happy that I'm dying?" I ask in a yell.

"Why the hell would I be happy that the one I love is dying?!" She asks rhetorically. "That reminds me... why did I appear in my winter formal dress in your mind, Peter said we would be where you felt something significant."

"Well that night was the night you were bit, and I guess that's the night I felt most scared," I explain.

"Really?" I nod and stay silent even as Chris and Derek walk into the apartment. They walk away awkwardly and Lydia quickly follows, leaving me alone in Allison's room. Did I come on to strong? Oh well, if I have any luck I'll be dead in a few hours. It takes me a moment to get up from the chair because my body is so weak. A sigh escapes my mouth as I walk into the kitchen.

"Where's Scott?" I ask.

"Texted me saying he is taking a few minutes to himself and his mom," Chris says.

"What about Isaac?" I ask avoiding Lydia's stare.

"He's at my loft still, he wanted to think for a while," Derek explains. I nod understandingly. Chris looks oddly at the both of us.

"You two are both uncharacteristically quiet," Chris says. Derek nods in agreement. I look at Lydia and see her looking back at me.

"Well I guess we are just thinking about everything that has happened over the years like kanimas, alphas, Darachs, nogitsunes, and sacrifices," I say and then trail off with realization, "sacrifice," I repeat.

"What?" Lydia asks. I take a minute to answer because my head is so full of thoughts.

"Sacrifices, when Scott, Allison, and I essentially died to save our parents Deaton assigned us anchors that had to bring us under and pull us back from death, Allison's dead, but what if Isaac can pull her back, all we need is her body, Deaton, and Isaac...

We can bring back Allison."

A/N YESS MOTHER FUCKER THIS WAS ALWAYS THE PLAN SUCK IT MY GULLIBLE LITTLE EMUS!

It's my birthday... I'm in a good mood