Victoria Stilinski never knew that her long time crush would even look at her let alone hook up with her. Just like she never would have expected that a one night stand with said crush would lead to such drastic changes in her life.
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Chapter Forty-Five The Casualties of War
I sat on the stone steps, my head leaning against the cement walls as Foxie watched me... waiting. Lydia was sniffling but, her tears had stopped for the most part. She looked as scared as I felt.
Eyes burnt holes in my head, leaving scars I'd never forget. I sighed, looking up at him. "Foxie, my visions don't just happen on command." In hindsight the verbalizing the mental nickname I gave the Nogitsune, wasn't my best idea.
He grabbed my face with his hand, smushing my face together and forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Well, then, do whatever it is you've got to do. I need to know what's gonna happen." He roughly let go of my face and stood up, turning away from me to gaze out the bars.
I lightly touched my face, I could already feel bruises forming where he grabbed me. I glared up at him, not that he was looking at me. He was staring out the bars, his shoulders were tense and I could practically feel the worry rolling off of him in waves.
Lydia must've noticed too, because her whispered voice came next. "You're nervous, aren't you?" Foxie didn't say anything, he didn't even turn his head to her, but I watched the way his fingers twitched at his side.
I decided to join in with Lydia's taunts, smirking slightly, "he is. He's scared." Foxie moved at that, turning his head to glance at Lydia, then me, then back to Lydia. She leaned toward him, "you know they're coming. You know they're going to kill you."
Foxie put his arm on the cement wall beside Lydia, his other hand going to graps the bars-- he caged her in, leaning toward her. She flinched back, pushing her way into the corner. "Well, that's exactly why I'm keeping you so close."
My stomach clenched with unease at his words, the finality and the... hidden meaning behind them made me sick. I didn't eve want to think of what he meant. "Why me though? You need her to predict your death... let you know when you're gonna kick the bucket... but why me?"
Foxie pulled away from Lydia, his gaze now focused directly at me. He stalked toward me until he stood between my feet, two steps down from where I sat. It's strange. Foxie is wearing my brother's face... in fact he looks like an exact replica of my other half. It's like a fucked up mind game. Because, as much as he looks like Stiles, he isn't him. The words that leave his mouth, the way he moves his body, and the way he looks at me... it just isn't Stiles. at. all.
"I need you so I can catch a glimpse of them before they get here... see if the fight goes my way." He explained, turning away from me without another look or another word. I was hoping he'd say he didn't need me and that I could go... I guess today isn't my lucky day. My eyes went to Lydia, my poor friend. She was just as scared as I am.
I looked up at the sky, praying to whatever higher power that Scott and everyone got here soon... to save us. God, I hate being so helpless. I didn't have anything that could actually help the situation Lydia and I were in.
