𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 [discontinued]

break up with him [twelve]

𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

It had been a couple of weeks since they defeated the Darach. Scott let Deucalion off with a warning, telling him if he ever hurt people like that again he would hunt him down. Seline knew Scott wasn't capable of that but she let Scott have his moment.

Derek left to find a safe place for Cora to stay. He texted Seline every day to make sure everything was okay in Beacon Hills.

Davina was teaching Seline about her powers. She was getting better at it by the day. The Mikaelson's still took residency in the Dawson household. Felice was fine with it as long as no one was hurt, mentally and physically.

Beacon Hills was overall peaceful. No supernatural mess yet. Although, four teens were not so great. Allison, Stiles, Scott, and Seline.

Allison started having vivid daydreams of her dead aunt, Kate. Scott can't turn into a wolf, no matter how hard he tried. Stiles and Seline are having really bad nightmares. Ones where they can't tell if it was a dream or reality. None of them told anyone about their condition, thinking it would pass over.

They knew it was a consequence of dying and coming back to life. But Seline was confused as to why she was experiencing these things with them. No angel in history has gone through this after their turning, so why is it happening to Seline. She shrugged it off not wanting to worry anyone.

Little did they all know, things were about to hit the roof.

Seline turns, panting heavily. Clutching her sheets, she pulls them closer to her. She was mumbling incoherent things. She was having a nightmare. The same one she normally has. She would be taunted by someone. They never showed their face, making things eerier.

Seline was strapped to a cool steel chair. The straps seemed to be laced with lucifer, making it impossible for Seline to break out of them. She was in, what looked like, an abandoned historical sight. Pipes ran along the walls of the narrow hallway. It was exactly what you would picture in a horror movie. Footsteps come from behind her.

"Not again," Seline cries, tugging at the restraints, "Let me go! Please!"

A dark chuckle sounds from the shadowy figure. It steps into view, moonlight hitting the figure. Seline's heart dropped.

"Stiles?" Seline stops fighting with the restraints. 'Stiles' shook his head and walked closer to her. He held a sinister grin, eyes matching those of a corpse.

Once he was close enough, he tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear. He just admires her for a second. Normally, Seline would tease him for staring, but there was something almost sadistic about him right now.

"I will be Stiles soon, my little dove." He muses.

Seline tenses when his hand moves to her neck. His large, calloused hand wrapping around her throat. He didn't put any pressure, but Seline was still panting. She felt like she was drowning. Drowning in fear. She hated being scared of Stiles, normally he was the one that calmed her down.

"What do you mean 'you will be'?" Seline asks. She felt powerless. It was as if her magic, strength, and sarcasm had been sucked out of her.

'Stiles' moves his head so his lips touch Seline's ear, "You'll find out soon. But for now, break up with Stiles."

The fear from Seline's body diminishes, but anger takes its place. She wasn't going to break up with him.

"Who do you think you are?" Seline seethes, pushing herself as far away from the imposter as she could, which wasn't far due to the restraints. "I'm not breaking up with him."