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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶

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As if Meilani's life couldn't get any worse, just as Scott pulled up to Derek's loft with Kira skidding to a stop next to the twins, night fell over. The sound of gun fire could be heard up in Derek's loft along with the lights from the gunfire lighting up the window. Meilani was just glad Derek bought out the whole building when he first moved in or they would have had to be answering to a lot of people.

"Stiles," Meilani gasped, rushing off ahead of Scott and Kira as she barreled up the steps two at a time until she finally reached Derek's loft. She stopped short when she smelt blood in the air and saw Derek pant heavily on one knee, Kira and Scott stopping next to her. The three held their hands up quickly when Noah had turned and pointed the gun at them, thinking it was an enemy. "Noah, it's me! What the hell happened? Where's Stiles?"

"They just vanished. They all just literally disappeared."

Meilani squeezed her eyes shut and collapsed back against the archway, sliding down to her butt and holding her head in her hands as she let out a shaky breath. Every time they were one step closer to Stiles . . . it was like they were pushed two steps back afterwards. She tried to rein in her emotions so she wouldn't completely alpha out on everyone in the room that have done nothing but help her since the beginning - well, minus Noah, but he was still new to the whole thing. 

A hand touched Meilani's knee and she jumped glancing up to see Noah stood before her now, not even hearing his footsteps make their way over to her. He squatted down before her and squeezed her knee, holding up something in his hand. The light of the moon reflected off the diamonds on the crescent shaped moon necklace that Stiles gave to her and she nearly cried in joy at the sight of it. She reached out to take the necklace from Noah and cling onto it like it was her life line. Which, in a way, it was. 

"I won't ask what happened," Noah said quietly while Scott and Kira descended down into the loft so it was just them talking. Though, Derek could still hear them but Meilani knew Derek probably tuned them out anyway. "I know he's a trickster and probably got to you somehow. He had this with him when we showed up. He said he wished you were here so he could his princess back her crown . . . whatever that means."

Meilani snorted quietly and fiddled with the necklace in her hand, not realizing how much she missed the piece jewelry until it was back in her possession again. "Our favorite evil spirit apparently has a princess kink," she mused, flickering her gaze up to Noah who wore a confused look. "He knows how Stiles feels about me so he's been having a blast making a taunt out of the whole thing. Made me think Stiles cheated."

Noah rose an eyebrow at that, not believing for a second that Meilani could have fallen for something like that. "Must have been a really good trick."

"Too bad he didn't take the time to learn how Stiles signs off his letters," Meilani smiled sadly and chewed on in the inside of her lip. "I shouldn't have believed it in the first place. He loves me too much to do that."

"Hey," Noah whispered, earning Meilani's attention and hated the way her brown eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "Stiles told me the point of this thing was to create chaos and pain, right? That's what this . . . Void . . . was trying to do to you because he knows how Stiles feels about you. I'm sure Stiles will forgive you for it. I think he'll be more worried about being back with you than anything else."

"You really think we can save him?" Meilani asked, wanting to hear someone other than herself say it. That they wouldn't have to kill Stiles to get rid of the Nogitsune. That there was always another way to save him that didn't end in his death.

Noah smiled softly at Meilani and brushed a piece of her curly hair away from her face. "Of course we can. He has the best alpha in the world in his corner who will stop at nothing to save him. An alpha who loves him."

Meilani returned the smile and allowed the older Stilinski male to bring her in for a tight hug, leaning her head on his shoulder.

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The next morning, Meilani had woken up and padded into the kitchen to see Scott and Kira sat at the table with mugs of coffee placed in front of them. They were both already dressed even though it was only eight am on a Sunday and they looked a little too close. Meilani rose an eyebrow at Scott to which he shot a glare to not say anything about it. She merely hummed and allowed the two to finish up their coffee and leave so Scott could get her back to her house.

Meilani had the time to eat a small breakfast and drink her own coffee before Scott came back, his face pale as he looked at Meilani. She furrowed her eyebrows at the look and slowly stood up, her eyes flickering back over to the door that burst open once again to reveal Aiden, Lydia and Deaton. A gasp left her lips when she saw a limp Stiles in Aiden's arms and heard the distant sounds of Scott calling for Melissa.

"Stiles!" Meilani ran after Aiden as he placed the passed out Stilinski boi on the couch. His face was extremely pale and shiny with sweat and the bottom front of his dark blue t-shirt was cut open and a nasty looking gash blemished his naturally flawless and smooth skin. She dropped onto the couch next to him and brushed her hand through his hair, not even caring about the sweat that stuck to her hand at the action. "Where'd you guys find him?"

"He was passed out in the middle of the high school's parking lot," Lydia explained, her eyes wide with nerves. "I - I didn't even know I was heading there until Aiden said we went in a full circle around the block and I ended up in the parking lot, right in front of where Stiles was."

Melissa had appeared in the living room at that point and stared at Stiles worriedly, taking in the poor teen boy's current state. "Guys, this is crazy. He shouldn't be here. He should be at the hospital."

"Mom, do you not remember what happened the last time we took him to a hospital? An EMT was injured and Isaac got electrocuted," Scott remarked.

Deaton squatted down in front of Stiles and peeled back the cut pieces at the bottom of his shirt and inspected the gash on his abdomen. "It doesn't even look like he's bleeding. I think he might even be healing."

"Wait, you mean healing like Lan and I heal?" Aiden gaped, motioning between him and Meilani.

"Deaton, that's good, right?" Meilani chimed in next, her hand falling to her pass out boyfriend's shoulder. "That means he's not hurt."

"Well, yes it means that Stiles will be okay, but that doesn't mean we will."

"Cause that wasn't cryptically terrifying," Lydia grumbled.

Aiden sighed and walked closer to Deaton, crossing his arms as his eyes raked over Stiles' form. "Well, if we aren't going to kill him, why aren't we at least tying him down with really big chains?"

Deaton crossed the room and picked up his small doctor's bag he had brought with him from the chair in the corner of the living room. He pulled out a small glass bottle with a dark, amber liquid inside of it. "I might have something more effective. 

Meilani nodded quietly stood up to her full height from the couch, exchanging a look with Aiden. She gently grabbed Stiles' face and pushed it so it was straight up and his mouth hung open while Aiden held down Stiles' shoulders to keep him still even though the boy was still knocked out. Deaton had stepped between the two and used a dropper to squeeze some of the liquid into Stiles' mouth.

As soon as the dropper finished, Stiles' eyes snapped open and Meilani was quick to hold Stiles' mouth closed until she felt his throat flex as he swallowed the liquid. He had reached his hand up and clutched Aiden around his throat. It was obvious Void's strength was up to par with the wolves' because Aiden struggled against the grip.

"Lan, a little help here!"

Meilani snapped out of her momentary shock and gripped onto Stiles' wrist, effectively ripping the hand off Aiden's throat and the former alpha stumbled back into Melissa who caught him. 

Stiles' hand spasmed as it locked up and he grunted, falling back against the back of the couch. His eyes drifted over to Deaton who had just finished putting the dropper and bottle back in his bag. "Kanima venom. Nice touch, doc." He lazily glanced over to Aiden - who stepped forward to roar at him - and smirked. A look that was really unnerving to see on Stiles' face. "You know how they say that twins get a feeling when the other one's in pain? You didn't lose that talent, too, did you? Oh, I hope not. You're going to need it."

Meilani felt Scott's hand on her back to remind her that he was here and her eyes met with Aiden's as they both felt their bodies tense up. Ethan was in trouble and they weren't even sure where he was.

"Okay, I'll give a little hint," Stiles spoke up, his voice deep and taunting. "Ethan's at the school."

"Aiden, go! It's okay. Save Ethan," Meilani assured, pushing on his back to send him in the way of the kitchen door while Stiles laughed maniacally on the couch. 

"Oh, I hope he makes it. I actually like those twins," Stiles sighed and lolled his head against the back of the couch to look at Meilani again. She was just glad that he couldn't hear the way her heart spiked when her eyes met his, dark circles now more prominent underneath Stiles' hazel eyes. "Short tempers. Homicidal compulsions. They are a lot more fun than you bakemono trying to save the world every day, princess."

Melissa gave Stiles a look that Meilani had never seen her give him in all the years they'd known Stiles. It was always a motherly kind of expression that showed she was always there for him no matter. However, Stiles wasn't Stiles right now and Meilani had to remind herself of that. "Deaton, you brought something to paralyze his body. How about his mouth?"

"Yes, I do," Deaton replied, ripping a piece off the black tape roll in his hand and walking over to Stiles. He placed the tape firmly over Stiles' mouth and made sure to press extra hard on the tape to keep it still. He jerked his head towards the kitchen and Lydia, Scott and Meilani followed after him to take quietly while Melissa  stayed with Stiles to clean up and stitch up his wound as best she could.

Meilani took a minute to close her eyes and take a deep breath now that she was out of the eyesight of Stiles. It was rough seeing her boyfriend's face and see him act like a psychopath. She had been through a lot since she had became both a werewolf and an alpha, but Meilani was never prepared to have to watch her boyfriend be possessed like he was in a bad Supernatural episode. "Doc, how long do you think we have?"

"Mei, I wish I knew, but if we don't figure out something soon, we are going to need to find a better place to keep him," Deaton answered, a sympathetic look on his face since he knew how hard this whole ordeal was for her. "I think we are grossly underestimating the danger here. He might be paralyzed, but it still feels like he's got us right in the palm of his hand."

"Well, the scroll said to change Stiles' body, right?" Lydia asked, recalling the information that Meilani had called to tell Lydia about after she left the animal clinic.

"That's if it I translated it correctly. We're looking for a cure in something that might actually be nothing more than a proverb or a metaphor," Deaton responded, shaking his head. 

Meilani sighed and tugged a hand through her hair, feeling her brain throb violently in her head. She could feel the exhaustion weighing heavy on her now as everything caught right back up to her again. She just wanted to save Stiles already. "And what if he doesn't want the bite? He's never asked me to turn him."

"What if it saves his life?" Lydia argued.

"What if it kills him?" Meilani countered, slamming her hand down on the counter out of frustration. She quickly backpedaled and took another steadying breath, feeling bad she snapped at Lydia. "Lyd, sorry . . . I didn't mean to snap. I just . . . I never even did this before. I mean, what if I bite Stiles and accidentally hit an artery or something?"

"That venom is not going to last long. Something needs to be done sooner or later," Deaton whispered to the group, pointing into the living room where Melissa and Stiles were.

"I can try calling Derek again," Meilani offered, going to take out her phone to dial Derek's phone number. She froze when Lydia placed her hand over the screen of Meilani's phone. "What?"

Lydia seemed apprehensive to respond, not knowing how anyone would react to what she was about to suggest. "Maybe we should call someone else . . ."

Meilani whined and threw her head back, knowing exactly who Lydia wanted to call up.

Peter freaking Hale.

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Much to Meilani's shock, Peter had agreed to come to the McCall residence and he came within ten minutes flat. She expected him to put up a fight or demand something in return, but all he did was agree and showed up. He had walked right into the living room and slowly circled the couch that Stiles sat on, trying to assess the boy for some reason. Even though Meilani had given him all the information on the phone.

"He doesn't look like he could survive a slap across the face," Peter insulted, bending at the waist to get a good look at the side of Stiles' face. "Much less the bite of a werewolf."

Scott watched as Peter stood in front of Stiles and bent down to become eye level with the Stilinski boy. "You don't think it would work?"

Peter shook his head and kept his gaze on the pale boy before him. "This is more of a war of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle."

Meilani stepped up next to Peter with Deaton as they both stared up at him expectantly. "What methods are you talking about?" She startled when Peter suddenly grabbed her wrist and flicked it to reveal her wolf claws.

Stiles' eyes fell to the the claws and tilted his head, his eyes drifting up to Meilani. She couldn't see his mouth but she knew for a fact Stiles smirked at her as if to say cool party trick, princess.

Meilani retracted her claws and took her wrist out of Peter's who stepped out of the room for a minute with Lydia to discuss his plan. Why he didn't just do it in front of everyone was beyond Meilani, but she wasn't surprised. Plus, Peter and Lydia were back in all of thirty seconds so Meilani really didn't have much room to complain.

"So, Meilani is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly Real Stiles," Peter informed the group, stopping behind the couch Stiles sat on. "Then guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious, but she isn't going to do it alone."

"What are you talking about?" Meilani questioned, not knowing how anyone else besides her could go in with her.

Peter turned his head and glanced at Lydia who looked guilty and nervous. "Someone needs to go in with you."

Meilani opened her mouth to argue, not wanting Lydia to put herself in danger, but Lydia quickly shook her head. She could smell the nerves coming off Lydia, but also knew how stubborn the strawberry blonde was. Besides, it was probably best if Lydia came along with her since she was the only other supernatural being in the house besides Peter. Meilani definitely trusted Lydia more the she trusted Peter.

Letting out a shaky exhale, Meilani rounded the couch to stand behind Stiles with Peter while Lydia sat on the couch next to Stiles. Her claws flicked out and Peter placed her fingers where they would need to plunge into the back of Stiles and Lydia's necks. "So, what do we do if we find him?"

"You're going to have to guide him out somehow. I'm sure that shouldn't be a problem since Stiles usually follows you around like a lovesick puppy anyway. Try to give him back control of his mind, his body."

"Could you elaborate on the somehow?" Lydia quipped, tensing when she felt the tips of Meilani's claws brush her skin. "It's not feeling very specific at the moment."

"Improvise," Peter shrugged and stepped back from Meilani once she was properly in place.

Meilani could feel the anxiety clawing its way through her body with how much was on the line here. If they couldn't bring Stiles back to his own mind, there no telling if they would be able to save him after that without needing to turn him. Something Meilani really did not want to do. "What if this is just another trick?"

"When are you people going to trust me?" Peter complained.

"No, I meant Stiles."

Peter sobered up at that and rocked back awkwardly on his heels. "Oh."

"Mei, we're running out of time," Scott said to his sister, eyeing his best friend sadly as he wanted him back more than anything. Seeing Stiles like this was hard for everyone and Scott just wanted his sarcastic and spastic best friend back. Not this sadistic and psychopathic evil spirit. "You can do this."

Meilani inhaled sharply as she closed her eyes for a moment and reopened them a few seconds later to reveal her alpha red eyes. She plunged her claws into the back of Lydia and Stiles' neck, gasping at the tugging sensation in the pit