𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒
you couldn't kill me if you tried for hundreds years

"STILES?" Alex meekly asked, stumbling into his room. Her bloodlust was getting to her. She was hungry, really hungry.

She hasn't fed in a weeks. After the Nogitsune snapped her neck, she hadn't fed since then either, but finding out that Stiles put himself in Eichen House and disappeared, everything seemed to go down hill since then.

She held onto his wall, her stomach clenching in hunger. She let out an annoyed growl at herself.

"Hello there, little one." She snapped her head up to come face to face with Stiles.

But it wasn't Stiles. It was the Nogitsune. A darker, more ruthless side of Stiles. It made her whole body shiver in disgust. This wasn't him. This was never suppose to be him. "How are you feeling today?" She glared at him, trying to stand taller, but her body violently shook. "Oh, you must be hungry, little one."

In a spit of anger, she flashed towards him to only feel something being pushed into her chest.

The blonde original coughed, blood spilling from the corner of her lip. She looked down with wide pained filled eyes to see Papa Tunde's blade halfway sticking out of her heart. She coughed again, staring up into Stiles' eyes to only find him smirking down at her, no emotion but mischief in his dark eyes. He let go of the blade, letting it sink all the way into her chest. She closed her eyes tightly in pain before falling to the floor, her body paralyzed in fear and pain.

What she didn't know was that Noah Stilinski and Allison Argent was watching this on a phone.

ALEX was lazily slumped against the table in Derek's loft. The blade was still in her chest, so she couldn't do anything, it's not like she wouldn't been able to do anything anyway because of her body decicating slowly.

"Hi, dad," the voice of Stiles aka the Nogitsune filled her ears. She groaned and guessed she caught the attention of Stiles' dad because she caught the worry in his voice. "You want to handcuff me?"

"If my son is still here, if there's still a part of him standing here in front of me, then he'll put these on willingly and he'll come with me, because he knows I'm here to protect him from himself and from others." There was a pause. "You're not my son." A loud clanking noise then filled the empty space.

Alex opened her eyes slowly, the movement hurting more than it should. Her whole body was sweaty, but she couldn't do anything about it because she couldn't move her body without pain spiking throughout her body.

"Alex," she heard the voice of her sister say in worry. And then she felt hands gripping her shoulder and she was positioned in front of the pack, knowing fully aware that the Nogitsune was holding her like this to taunt them. He reached his hand into her back making her groan loudly.

"Uh, huh," the voice of the Nogitsune taunted, shaking his head. "If anyone moves or does anything, I will rip out her heart. Or, shall I just keep Papa Tunde's blade in there because that's so much more fun than just killing her." His hand retracted from her heart and she groaned again.

"Argent, listen to me. Don't do this," she heard Noah say in a rush.

"Why not? I've done it before. I can easily add a nogitsune to the list," Chris retorted.

"You're not going to shoot my son."

"You said it yourself, Sheriff. That's not your son."

"Put it down. Put it down."

"Dad, he's going to shoot me. He's going to kill me, Dad," she heard the Nogitsune say in a very Stiles-ish way.

"Don't listen. Put it down. Now! Do it! Put it down!"

"Pull the trigger. Come on," the Nogitsune begged.

"Listen to me, you put the gun down now!"

"Shoot me!" The Nogitsune spoke through.

"Put the gun down now!"

"Shoot me!"

"Put the gun down!"

"SHOOT ME!" The Nogitsune shouted, his whole body shaking which resulted in Alex shaking.

"Argent, you put it down! Put it down! Put it down!"

"Stop, stop it!" Alex heard Allison shout. "This is what he wants. This is exactly what he wants."

"Not exactly," he admitted. "I was kind of hoping Scott would be here. But I'm glad you all have your guns out. Because you're not here to kill me. You're here to protect me." He pulled her back with him behind the pack. Even though her vision was blurry, she could still see the outline of the Oni's before she blacked out.

"Father, father, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." Alex apologized, bending down to pick up the clay plate she had accidently broke. As she picked up a piece, her chin was roughly grabbed and was forced upwards to stare into her father's hate filled eyes. "I'm sorry." she apologized again. "I'll clean it up."

"Of course you will, you ungrateful child!" Father yelled at her, small spit balls flung from his mouth and onto her face. She flinched back from him, tripping over the long dress she wore and fell flat on her ass, her hands trying to catch her fall which resulted in pieces of the glass clay embed itself into her palms. "You will clean up that mess but after I give you a lesson."

"No father, please. Don't. I'll be good, I swear. I swear I'll be good. I swear on it, father. Please, just don't hurt me," she rushed out but to no avail. He grabbed her by her blonde locks and roughly flung her forward, but he still had a grip on her hair. He drug her all the way into the woods with her tripping over roots and rocks. "Please, father. I'll behave. I will, I will." He roughly spun her around, grabbed her wrists, and put ropes around them that hung from two different trees. So, her arms were held out to her sides, holding her up, her feet barely grazing the ground.

"This is the only way you'll learn." He ripped her dress, revealing her bare back. It wasn't really that bare thanks to the scars that littered it, but it showed off skin which wasn't allowed. "And, oh, you will learn," he spat, roughly pulled her hair, bringing her head back. She stared into his blue eyes, blue eyes much like mine.

"Pl-pleasw father. Please. I'll be the daughter you've always wanted. I pro—" He slapped her across the face, stopping her from speaking anymore.

"Shut up, you filthy insect," she heard him walk away just as tears sprung from her eyes. That was when the rope he carried with him hit her back. It wasn't the first time she's been whipped, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last.

"ALEX."

She weakly opened her eyes to stare into warm chocolate brown eyes. She groaned, bringing her hand up to her chest, not feeling Papa Tunde's blade anymore. She looked up again to see that those warm brown eyes belonged to Scott McCall. She lunged herself forward and wrapped her arms around him. A tear escaped her eye as he started rubbing her back.

"It's okay now. The blade is out of you and you don't have to worry about the Nogitsune anymore."

That's when she felt the presence beside her. She turned her head to stare at the body of Stiles which made her jump back in fear. That was not Stiles. It was the Nogitsune.

"You can, uh, go rest in Scott's room if you want."

Alex turned to Melissa, just now feeling how weak she was. She slumped against Scott, breathing heavily. She was hungry. Really, really hungry. She could hear all their hearts pumping blood. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Upon seeing her condition, Deaton held up two blood bags. He handed them to her and almost immediately, she dug into them. She groaned in pleasure, tilting her head back as she suck the blood bags dry. Looking up, she looked t him expectantly.

"Sorry. That was all I was able to get ahold of," Deaton apologized to her and she nodded weakly.

She understood but it wasn't enough. She was still weak and tired. Thanks to not drinking blood in weeks and having the Papa Tunde's blade in her it all took a huge toll on her.

She nodded at Melissa, taking her up on her offer. Scott helped her up out of the seat and took her to his room. He laid her down in his bed and tucked her in.

"I hope you feel better soon, Alex." He kissed her forehead and started walking to his bedroom door. He glanced back at her before fully leaving her sight.

Once he was gone, she rolled over on her side and closed her eyes, falling into an oblivion in less than a second.