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Caroline had been in a deep sleep when her phone started vibrating on her bedside table. She’d been dreaming about something she couldn’t quite remember now, the image fading from her mind the longer she was conscious. Which is why it had taken her a while to wake up enough to answer the call. Groggy and not entirely sure what was going on, she pressed answer and lifted her phone to her ear without checking the caller id. When Stiles’ voice answered her grunt, she was immediately more alert. Sure, sometimes Stiles climbed in her window in the middle of the night, or he’d call her in the morning to check in, but he wasn’t one for early morning phone calls. And god, whatever hour it was, she knew this wasn’t just a casual check in. 

Caroline climbed out of bed, somewhere in her mind noting how cold the floor was on her bare feet. She grabbed her hoodie from behind her door as she went, forgetting in her tired haze that she had vampire speed and didn’t have to walk the distance. She opened the front door as silently as possible, careful not to wake her mom as she slipped out. “What’s going on?” she asked him, pulling her hoodie tighter around her even thought she wasn’t cold. “Why didn’t you just come up?” He wasn’t facing her, which made her worry more. This had to be bad news, she could tell something was off the moment she saw him. A billion questions ran through her mind. Who died? Who’s a monster? Who’s in danger this time? 

It didn’t take long for Caroline to come to the front door, even in her undoubtedly groggy state. Stiles only wished she had taken a little longer just so that he had more time to figure out what to say to her, how to tell her that he had gone out on his own again and bled to death. There were enough vampires around them, enough they knew that he could see that being a vampire wasn’t the end of the world, that it was just another thing one could learn to live with. But it just wasn’t what he wanted to be, not just because he never planned on being anything other than human, but because he was afraid to be anything other than human. Caroline, Daniel, the rest of the Salvatores —they could all handle being vampires, but he wasn’t so sure he could. And the thought that he might not be someone that could so easily control their urges, that he might end up hurting someone he loved scared him to death. Sure none of them were monsters, but he’d been around long enough to know that not everyone was like the people he knew.

Stiles remained quiet as she stepped outside and shut the door behind her, didn’t even turn when she spoke. He was still trying to figure out what to say. Surprise I’m a vampire now. Undead boyfriend at your service. Stiles’ shoulders sagged as he shoved his hands into his pockets, blankly staring out at the houses across the street. “I couldn’t...” He spoke finally, though trailed off immediately. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t be allowed inside her house again, not until her mother invited him in, and he wasn’t exactly thrilled about letting her mother know what he had become. “Caroline...” He uttered, his voice thick and barely audible, but he knew she could hear him. “Care, something happened... to me.” Stiles turned around finally, his gaze slowly moving to meet her worried one and chewed on his bottom lip.

“I was stupid, I went out and I was trying to find who the new hunters in town were. Turns out they’re really good at what they do and found me first, but I think they thought I was someone’s beta and I...” He swallowed thickly, wondering if she’d been able to pick up what he was struggling to tell her, the lack of a heartbeat that usually accompanied the times he spoke fast like this. Unable to find the words now, he instead pulled back his hoodie to show the dried blood on his shirt, the ragged hole from where he’d ripped the bolt out that had pierced him in his chest. That side of his shirt was covered in blood and his shirt was torn, but the skin underneath was untouched, completely healed over. “Daniel was too late when he found me... but his blood...” He trailed off again, as if he were incapable of saying the words himself out aloud and hoped she could piece it together for him.

sinking under tension

#o14

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TW/TVD AU | Stiles has started showing symptoms of dementia again, but he’s keeping it from Caroline and refusing to let her help.

#DUMB

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sinking under tension

It was getting late — well technically it was early, it would be time for the sunrise soon — and while Stiles once found it a welcome sight considering what usually stalked the night, now he knew it was a thing to fear. It had been a few hours since his death and apparent rebirth, a couple since he had stopped yelling about it at Daniel rather than to him, and at least half an hour since he’d used his newfound speed to get away from Daniel. He’d been trying to get him to drink human blood, as if the decision were so simple. But it wasn’t. Stiles may have grown accustomed to the fact that suddenly creatures of the night weren’t just for story books anymore, but that didn’t mean he ever wanted to become one himself — that he was afraid to. He was Stiles dammit, Stiles the human. This wasn’t his life. It just wasn’t. Stiles knew the only person he could ever talk to about this was just a phone call away, but just like he was afraid to be anything other than human, he was afraid to show her what he wasn’t anymore. So he walked, ignoring the buzzing in his pocket that was undeniably Daniel trying to get a hold of him. They couldn’t have a newborn on the loose after all.

When he finally looked up again he shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was to find himself in front of Caroline’s house. It was the place he’d always find himself heading towards when he needed to clear his head after all, but still he wasn’t sure if he was ready to face her. Stiles walked up the porch and stood outside her front door anyway, his hand inches from knocking on the door. It was barely four in the morning and he knew that even with her hearing she was probably deep enough in sleep not to hear it. Instead he fished out his phone, ignoring the number of missed call notifications and the text messages he’d gotten from Daniel and instead pulled up Caroline’s number, his finger hovering over the screen before he let out a sigh and finally let it dial, moving to lean against the railing as he brought the phone to his ear and let his eyes droop shut. It rang for a while, long enough for Stiles to start doubting being there and just running off but before he could even draw his phone away from his ear, he heard the call being picked up, followed by a sleepy and slightly annoyed Caroline. He didn’t answer for a moment, still contemplating just turning around and leaving, but his need to see her eventually won over in the end.

“Hey...” He muttered finally, quietly and defeatedly. “It’s me. Sorry for... for waking you. I didn’t want to see anyone else.” He grew silent for a moment before speaking again, “Can you come downstairs? I’m outside. I... love you.” He blurted out awkwardly, hanging up before she could say anything else and turned away from the front door, letting out a heavy sigh and cursed silently under his breath.

#o14

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Stiles remembered a time where the sight of blood made him queasy, made him faint. And now here he was guzzling it down from its source as if he had just come back from wandering lost in the Sahara for years. As if no matter how much he took from her it wasn't enough. He could literally feel her slipping away in his arms, only just realising he had drained her completely when he heard his name and saw that she had been torn away from him, the snarl that erupted from him could only be described as animalistic. Feral. Not human. Stiles had poised himself to lunge at the intruder, only catching himself when he saw the familiar blonde standing before him.

Where he once would've met the sight with a dopey look of love and adoration, now he only sighs heavily, clearly annoyed at being interrupted as he turned to face the girl that was standing in his way–both literally and figuratively. He arched his brow at her question, looking as perplexed as ever, "Well if I had known you were joining me I would have brought a friend along for you." He glanced down at the lifeless body behind Caroline and frowned, looking almost genuinely remorseful, "I really need to learn control, I would have preferred to savour her. One of the nicest I've had honestly." He tilted his head to the side while he continued to look at his 'handiwork', not even having bothered wiping the blood off his hands or face.

so good at being in trouble

#o13 #FUK U CHROME

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#about #ABOUUUUUUUUUT #~ #/jams all day

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so good at being in trouble

If there was one thing Stiles loved about vampirism it was that he wasn't afraid anymore. When he was human he would always try to act strong, to act like he wasn't scared to death for himself and for his fath– his friends. But the fear was always there clawing at the back of his mind, that everything that could ever possibly go wrong would go wrong as soon as they let their guards down. Yet it was that same fear that propelled him forward, to keep him grounded, to keep him going for the sake of those people he was so afraid for.

But now, the fear was gone. Stripped away from him along with his humanity. The memory of Faye ripping out his fathers heart right in front of him was as clear as day. A memory so vivid he swore it happened only the day before and not five months ago. He remembered the fear he felt, the helplessness, the look in his fathers eyes the second his heart was torn out from his chest. They way he body fell limp to the floor and wouldn't respond to his shaking, the. way a six year old Stiles had often tried to wake his father from slumber those early Saturday mornings. He was just limp, lifeless. Stiles remembered everything from that day including the complete and utter despair he felt. But now, nothing. His father was just a person, that day was just like any other, and now with all this reminiscing his meal for the night had managed to get away from him.

The girl he had drawn out from the bar to the back alleyway was stumbling towards the street, barely gasping out a cry for help as she staggered from side to side. As he sped round to block her (the speed was another thing he enjoyed terribly), the twisted smile that graced his face was nothing of the dopey smile Stiles Stilinski once bore, the only familiar thing about him now was his face. "Ah ah ah, I wasn't finished with you. Trying to leave me on a half empty stomach? That's not very hospitable of you is it?" He said in a tone that would be unrecognisable to anyone who knew him, and cupped her face in his hands gingerly–as if she were his lover and not his food source–and looked into her eyes, "Don't leave me again, okay?" The girl, with her bloodied neck and pale face simply nodded, her blank expression replaced by a cry of anguish when his fangs pierced her skin again, her limbs falling limp as he drank selfishly and unapologetically.

#o13 #THE FUCK #idk #/runs away

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He watched gleefully as she stifled her own screams of anguish, not needing her to scream out loud to get the feeling he craved. She could stifle her pain all she wanted, but it didn't put aside the fact that she was feeling it all the same. Couple that with the complete and utter despair Stiles was going through, he was like a child at a buffet, gorging himself on the pure emotion running through the both of them. Caroline's pain and her despair for Stiles' situation. Stiles' helplessness to do anything to save the girl he loved and hatred for he who submitted her to such torture. So much emotion. So much strife.

Stiles watched on helplessly, much like someone who couldn't break through a glass wall and instead had their hands and face pressed up against the glass, shouting helplessly to let them know I'm here. He was about to begin to plead for her to be set free when he froze at hearing what she said. Stiles couldn't help but be a little angry with her for that. She was the one in pain, she was the one being tortured and yet she still pleaded for him. To take his place. He couldn't let that happen. But he couldn't let her continue to be tortured either. Stiles reared into action again when he saw a third stake being produced, he couldn't handle seeing his own hands plunge another stake into her and pleaded louder than before. Pathetically but endlessly.

Please I'm begging you, just let her go. You took my body for a reason right? You can't control her because her mind is stronger. I've been stuck here long enough to know that. Let her go and I swear to you this body will be yours... just... stop hurting her... please.

He grew silent for a moment then, as if he were deliberating both of their words as he ran the tip of the stake along his fingers. "You're both pathetically in love with each other it's sickening. Pleading for each others lives... I'd be touched if the idea didn't disgust me really." He said after a moment, the smirk returning in full force. "And besides," He grinned even wider, "If I really wanted to break you, Miss Forbes, don't doubt that I know exactly where to point this stake." He droned on menacingly as he dragged the stake up his own chest, pointing it straight at Stiles' chest, just shy of the actual place his heart lay. "Call my bluff, I dare you."

we've lost control

#o12 #what is this writing idk man

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#~ #bru h

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Stiles' pleading made way for useless promises of vengeance, swearing that he would make him regret hurting his precious Caroline. The nogitsune could practically feel the hatred radiating from the boy directed at him and helplessness at the blonde that had slumped forward. He could admire the girls strength of willpower, to save face for the benefit of her wimpy little human despite being in a terrible amount of pain. The girl couldn't lie to him about being fine, he could feel just how much she was in pain after all. Had he not closed the shutters in time she would have been burned to a crisp right now. Though her resilience was admirable, that wasn't what he wanted. What he craved.

"Hell? Darling haven't you noticed yet? I've brought it with me." After grabbing a few of his tools from the table behind her he moved around to face her again, kneeling in front of her with that smug smirk that once belonged to her Stiles. "You might not believe you're living it, but he definitely is." He tapped his own forehead before his lips practically curled back, giving her one of the most menacing smiles she probably ever would have seen on Stiles. "How many stakes do you think I can get in you before Stiles here cries wolf?" Then without warning he plunged the vervain soaked stakes deep into her thighs, one first, twisting it as his smile grew before the other followed suit in her other leg. 

we've lost control

#o12

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The terrible scream she emitted seconds later had his grin returning in full force, watching on in delight as she burned and blistered before him, the smell of burning flesh only further delighting him. He began laughing out loud as Stiles struggled against him, screaming in agony almost as loud as Caroline were. The anger he had felt from the boy previously had been replaced with heartbreak and worry, and in that instant he knew that Stiles knew what it felt to be truly helpless, reduced to hearing Caroline's bloodcurdling screams and watching her burn before him.

Stop! Stop it! Please! God don't do this, don't– I... Please... please stop...

The boy had been reduced to a whimper, helplessly watching the woman he loved being burned alive. He felt a great sense of satisfaction and fed right off of their pain, smiling gleefully as he tugged on the chain again, the shutters closing seconds before the girl had become engulfed in flames. "There..." He taunted, "...that wasn't so bad was it?" Letting go of the chain, he walked over to her once again and crouched in front of her, tilting his head as if he were truly concerned about her wellbeing, "How are you feeling, blondie? I daresay you're probably in better shape than your boyfriend... emotionally that is of course."

we've lost control

#o12

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Despite not having the satisfaction of her being wrong, he jumped in faux-happiness and applauded her, the sound of the chain rattling from when he let go of it echoing. "Ding ding ding ding ding! Ten points to Miss Forbes!" He exclaimed, eyes alight with humour. "And whoever said blonde's couldn't be smart?" He smirked. She got your stupid question right now let her go. "Now now..." He started, this time directly speaking to Stiles, "... the fun has only begun Stiles... and we've a long way to go before I let little Caroline here run along." He couldn't practically hear Stiles growing angrier by the second and could imagine the boy would be clenching his fists so hard right now that they bled, had he any control over his body of course.

He returned his attention to Caroline and started to walk around her slowly, like a predator would with their prey. "Pain, yes Caroline. Strife. Pain. Chaos. Things you've no doubt learnt when trying to find out as much you could about a nogitsune." He felt Stiles stir in his mind, as if trying to figure out what he'd be doing next. The thought brought an even bigger smirk to his face. "But you know the one thing you should definitely know about a nogitsune, Caroline?" He asked, obviously meant to be rhetoric, and went to stand where he did seconds before. His gaze ran down her figure, focusing on the marks the ropes were leaving where she was bound, a gesture obviously meant for Stiles. Slowly he met her gaze again, the smile faded from his face completely. "They lie." With a yank of the chain next to him, the cellar filled with light as a trapdoor in the ceiling opened, aged leaves and dirt falling followed quickly by pure sunlight that shone directly on the blonde.

we've lost control

#o12 #WOW LET'S PRETEND HE TOOK HER DAYLIGHT RING OFF WHEN SHE WAS UNCONSCIOUS OKAY MY BAD

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#* #YO

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He practically had to stop himself from laughing in delight at the look in her eyes, the expression on her face when she looked at him and saw him, not her Stiles. His expression brightened even more when she tried pleading for Stiles, not even trying to fight against her restraints anymore. "Oh Caroline... ever the martyr. Even in the face of torture and proposed death you still think about everyone other than yourself... maybe if Stiles wasn't so weak and helpless" His smug grin grew even wider when he felt Stiles react to that, "the two of you wouldn't be stuck down here. His mind was practically begging for me to come inside..." His smile faded now, the corner of his lips practically turning up into a snarl. "And now it'll make it that much more enjoyable when I break you, and in turn, break him." He released her face finally and walked around in front of her again, hands clasped behind his back.

"And trust me, I will break you. Because the thing about me is, you can't barter with me. I don't want power, or an army of undead creatures, I don't want to dominate this putrid little hole of a town." He grinned as Stiles grew quiet in his mind, hesitant and helpless. His eyes remained on the blonde sitting quietly in front of him for a moment before he walked over to a chain that hung from the ceiling and grasped it loosely, fingers drumming along the length of it. "If you can guess what it is I do want. I won't pull on this chain. And trust me, neither of you want me to pull on this." He smirked, turning his head to the side to glance back at her once more, "Oh and just in case you were wondering, Stiles can see and hear everything I do. So I'd try to guess correctly unless you want him hate himself even more for being so useless."

we've lost control

#o12 #how do u evil idek

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He smiled gleefully as gasps of pain left her lips and closed his eyes as if he were relishing the sound. Revelling in her pain. You fucking leave her alone I swear to god I will kill you myself. The voice was loud in his ear as if the boy whose body he occupied were sitting right next to him. I'll find a way to kill you you bastard, don't think I won't. He sat back on his heels, amused at the reaction he had gotten from the both of them, confusion from the girl, anger from the boy. Chaos. And this was only the beginning. When she spoke the boys name he let out a laugh that sounded more like a cackle than anything else, his eyes alight with humour. "Your Stiles hasn't been here for a while now Caroline. It's almost heartbreaking that you hadn't noticed that the boy you claim to love was no longer with you." He drawled out with a laugh, taunting her.

He stood when she grew silent, taking a few steps back so that he stood in front of her, eyeing her with a sinister grin. Please don't. The abrupt change in the boys tone almost caught him by surprise, but he had figured that the boy would turn to useless pleading eventually. Please don't hurt her. I'll do anything you want. He had to stop himself from snorting out loud at that comment, "You have nothing I want." He replied, answering them both. The sinister smile returned as he walked around her and leaned over, his mouth by her ear, "Nothing I can't get out of you myself." He smirked and grabbed her chin to force her to look at him. "Do you know what my favourite thing about this is?" He asked her, though continued on before she could muster out a reply, "No matter what I do, no matter how much you want to hurt me..." He paused for a second, his smile stretching out even wider, "You can't... Not when I'm in the body of your beloved Stiles Stilinski."

we've lost control

#o12 #no its too late everything is ur fault #EVERYTHIGN

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Monster | Imagine Dragons

If I told you what I was Would you turn your back on me?

#'i never said that i want this' LITERALLY ME #~

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He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, practically felt the hesitation in her lips. He understood why of course, she was here to make sure he didn't go around killing people again. To keep an eye on him. It was a pity she didn't know that she put herself in the worst possible position. There definitely wouldn't be any killing tonight, not that she knew that nor would that be the least of her problems. He drew away from her then, giving her some distance but keeping his hands at her waist, never looking away from her eyes. The look in his eyes grew distant for a moment, a fleeting moment so quick that if you blinked you would have missed it, and in that moment Stiles knew what was going on. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing he could do to stop him. To stop himself.

"Of course Caroline." He reached up to brush her hair that had fallen onto her face behind her ear and leaned close to press his lips to her cheek. "I'm not scared. Not anymore. I'm..." He smiled and tilted his head to the side slightly, reaching up to cup her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs slowly. "Ecstatic." Before she could even react he quickly snapped her neck, relishing in the sound of her neck snapping between his fingertips. He supported her body as she slumped against him, laughing humourlessly as the audience in his head spouted endless pointless profanities at him. "Quiet down Stiles. Nobody can help you now. Or your lovely little girlfriend here either." He lifted her up onto his shoulder effortlessly and in the blink of an eye, found himself in the long since vacated Lockwood cellar.

In the middle of the room was a single chair with everything he needed already set up. After setting Caroline down in the chair and strapping her in with the vervain laced ropes, he practically bounced excitedly as he waited for her to come to, eyeing the tray of tools he'd set aside just for her. Every second that passed the more the screaming in his head became clear, louder, angrier. It only proved to widen his grin. He stepped forward and crouched in front of the chair when he saw her begin to stir, the lanterns he had lit giving this dank cellar some light. "I wouldn't struggle too much if I were you. Even someone as strong as you can't break through these ropes, especially when it's soaked in vervain..." 

we've lost control

#o12 #let's not

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TW/TVD AU | When the world starts turning into zombies, Caroline and Stiles are some of the only survivors. Though their new lives are hell, having each other isn’t the worst thing in the world. In fact, they can’t think of anyone else they’d rather survive the zombie apocalypse with.

#dumb #hEY TASH :)))))))