#para:night terrors

[emilysdarkside-blog]

Night Terrors || Hannily

Emily hated being home. She would take it to the doll house any day, but here she was alone and she was so used to the comfort of at least Hanna by her side. Here, every bump and creak in the night jarred her from her sleep. She sat up, her mind reeling as she ran through all the possibilities of who or what those sounds could really be. She found herself never being able to sleep for long as she had what felt like the worst dreams, but she couldn’t remember them. She could just remember that she always woke up screaming and in a cold sweat. 

Her parents must have been tired, as their rest was always interrupted by their screaming, terrified daughter. Emily hated being a burden, but she just couldn’t help what her body did on its own. She didn’t know how she’d adjust back into the day to day life, but she knew that she was going to have to. Truth be told, as long as A hadn’t been caught, she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to fully rest. Also also as long as she slept there alone, rest was not coming to her. She wanted to text Hanna ask her if she was okay, but she was even afraid of her phone, afraid that once she began to use it there would be more messages from A. Emily felt as if she were in a prison, in her own home and in her own life. 

[soulstilinski]

Night Terrors → Jayden & Stiles

Stiles stared. He was pretty sure just a few seconds before, he'd been sitting at his desk in his room, but that was not at all where he was now. He was standing outside the animal clinic. He glanced at his watch. It was eight o'clock, about the time Scott was supposed to get off. Why was he here? Did he promise to pick Scott up and just black out on the way here? Where was Jayden?

Now that he'd noticed his soulmate's absence, it started to panic him, and he went to look around, to see if Jayden was maybe just out of his sight, even though he knew he would sense him. But his body didn't move. He couldn't turn his body. He couldn't move anything. He could feel his panic rise to another level. Jayden wasn't there and he couldn't move his own body. What was going on?

The door to the animal clinic opened and Stiles felt his body moving to creep into the shadow. Someone else was moving his body. Had he turned into something like the kanima? Was someone else using him to kill? What was going on?

Scott walked out of the animal clinic and Stiles felt his body pull out something. When whoever was controlling him looked down to check on it, he saw it was a knife, with some flecks in it. He knew it had to be wolfsbane and wanted to to throw up. Someone was using his body to attack Scott, what was happening, he had to stop it or warn Scott, he couldn't do this.

Apparently it didn't matter, because his body started creeping forward. Scott froze and turned, his eyes turning red. Once he saw it was Stiles, he let out a breath and let his eyes go back to normal.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?" Scott asked.

Stiles didn't answer, though in his head he was yelling at Scott to turn and go the other direction. He hoped Scott could hear his heartbeat and smell his panic, because if not, whoever was controlling him was probably going to kill Scott. Scott wouldn't want to hurt Stiles, even if he thought Stiles was trying to kill him.

"Stiles?" Scott was much more cautious now, and his eyes were turning red again. He seemed to realize something was wrong. And then he saw the knife. "Stiles, why do you have a knife?"

Run! Stiles yelled in his head. Go, you idiot!

Scott, of course, couldn't hear him, and Stiles felt his body charge at Scott, brandishing the knife. Scott blocked the knife, but got nicked on his arm, and Stiles heard his gasp as the wolfsbane burned him.

"Stiles!" Scott sounded panicked now. "Stiles, what are you doing?"

Stiles tried to answer, but his body swiped out with the knife again. Stiles felt himself pull another one out, and while Scott blocked the first one, he hadn't been ready for the second, and the knife sliced into his stomach. Scott let out a cry of pain and doubled over. Stiles prayed someone else would come, anyway, as he felt his body going forward to stab the first knife directly into Scott's back, through his heart. Scott dropped and Stiles screamed in his head as his best friend crumpled to the sidewalk, and there was a flash of light and someone else was yelling and Stiles didn't know where he was or what was happening, but Scott was dead and he had killed him and Stiles was flat out having a panic attack and he couldn't breathe, couldn't move.