"Stiles no!" she shouted, the sound vibrating off the walls with her force. The sword shifted down and up, through his stomach as a sickening stutter came from Stiles lips. A crazy-eyed Stuart grinned, a blood colored gleam flashing in his eyes.
Stiles drifted to his knees, his mouth wide open with shock. Stuart dragged the red covered blade back through his brother, dropping it with a clang. “Why didn’t you stop me?” he asked with a manic grin, stalking towards her, leaving Stiles to gurgle on his own blood as he fell to his side, a ruined heap.
"I—I—" she stuttered, staring at him, finding herself unable to move. "It’s cause you love me more, isn’t it? You are still in love with me and you chose me," he taunted, touching her face with a stained hands. "But you really held the blade, didn’t you?" he asked callously, and suddenly the hilt was in her hand and Stiles was staring at her with unseeing eyes and she screamed.
"You only love me because I look like him!" Stiles spat, his face colored with anger and teeth gritted. His hands were in fists as he paced at her, grim lines running down his face.
"No!" she yelled back, wanting to shove him but was afraid of hurting him. She felt lost and confused. Why was Stiles saying this? A familiar ball started in her chest and she began to fight back to tears.
"Yes, it’s true. I know you kissed Shaun, you only care about us because you are still in love!" he accused, finger like a knife in her face.
"Of course I’m always going to have feelings for him!" she confessed at the top of her lungs, hiding her face in her hands and turning away from him and his words. "But I love you, Stiles, more than anything. And I love Shaun, I’d do anything for him, you know that. You are my family! I love you all the most!" she finished, quiet and begging. Erica felt haggard and defeated, too tired to fight.
She looked towards him again but the room was dark and she was alone. “Stiles?” she asked, suddenly worried as she tried to traversed the house. “Stu? Shaun?” she called out, receiving no answer. The darkness crept in and she couldn’t see anything, there was nothing left. “Daddy?” she whispered brokenly, falling to the ground in a puddle of fear. She was alone. They were gone.
Erica awoke with a start and heaved a deep breath before turning to the sound at her door. Stuart stood, brow creased and lips pursed. “I’m fine,” she lied, curling up in her blankets and sighing. He walked in after her and wound himself around her, his hands knotting around her stomach. “Another nightmare?” she heard from the doorway as Stiles and Shaun peeked into the bedroom before slinking in. Shaun crawled into the bed, stiff and uncomfortable, and made his way to the head board while he pulled her against him. He sat there dumbly before carding his hand through her hair, like she had done with him once. Stiles curled up like a cat at her front, taking her hands in his. “We’re here,” he promised, smiling a half smile at her as she blinked back tears at the kindness of the Stilinski’s.
Her last name might never been Stilinski, but she would always be one.
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