Just Nightmares - Angst: Blutspur (fürs Team)

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Titel: Just Nightmares - Teil 5
Team: Erato
Challenge: Angst - Blutspur
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Charaktere/Pairings: Stiles + Scott
Wörter: 1043
A/N: Der fünfte Teil. Und Ende des Kapitels. Es hat mit dem Plot zu tun, ich schwöre! Und ich hab letztes Mal ganz vergessen anzugeben, von wem der Liedtext ist. Ups. Es ist Sea of Lovers von Christina Perri (auch in diesem Teil am Ende).

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The darkness around Stiles was shifting. He wondered how the complete absence of light could move, and his heartbeat quickened, thudding painfully against his chest, when he realized a moment later that he couldn't see anything. Even as he raised his hand right in front of his eyes, there was still pitch blackness, and it unnerved him so much that he started moving, blindly running forward, trying to get away, trying to find light; he didn't care how much, just enough to stop it from feeling like he was losing his mind. But no matter how far he went, the darkness kept shifting around him, as if there was something lurking in it, something evil.

Then, when his heart started to feel like a thousand needles were piercing it, there was suddenly a red, jittery line in front of him, leading into the distance. Stiles stopped and stared at the prominent red color against the darkness. Nothing else was visible, just the red line.

Stiles crept forward cautiously, but he had to move almost right to the edge of the line to finally see that it was fresh blood, its liquid consistency reflecting light that wasn't there. Stiles wanted to be sick. He needed to follow the trail, but he knew whatever he would find there wasn't anything he wanted to see. Still, his feet started moving again, almost by themselves.

Stiles...

He kept moving, despite the sudden voice in his head.

Stiles. The voice became more urgent, hissing the s's in his name. It made Stiles run faster, along the zig-zag trail of crimson blood. Stiles suddenly realized he was dreaming. It had to be a dream. A nightmare. He should be able to wake up, shouldn't he? But the darkness prevailed and Stiles never stopped moving, the blood never thinning, still as fresh as before.

You cannot escape, Stiles.

He pressed his hands over his ears to block it out, although he knew it was futile. You couldn't block out a voice that was in your head. Inside you.

Stiles, if you solve the riddle, we might let them go.

NO, Stiles wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came from it. This was already over, the nogitsune was gone, it was gone!

Solve the riddle, Stiles.

But there was no riddle to solve. It had never told Stiles anything to solve. Stiles screamed and sobbed, but the sounds never came. His nausea made him finally stop and fall to his knees, bracing himself on the dark, invisible ground with his equally invisible hands, and he retched.

The riddle, Stiles.

He raised his head and could see again, his ragged breath making actual noise, but what he saw made him wish the darkness back.

The pale, gray sunlight illuminated the graveyard before him, light trimmed grass and tombs the only things there. In a perfect line, there were seven tombstones, rounded at the top, covered in red red blood, stark against the pale gray everything was cast in. A metal pole entwined by wolfsbane stuck out from each tomb, and impaled on them was each member of his pack, starting with Allison. All their eyes open and dead, but still looking at him, accusingly and blank.

You did not solve the riddle, Stiles, the voice taunted.

Stiles curled into a ball, rocking himself back and forth, muttering to himself to wake up like a mantra, but something in the dream forced him to look back up, seeing the corpses again, but this time their eyes were alive and they were silently staring at him...

Stiles woke. He was aware of being in Scott's bed. He could see and hear and the room around him was dark, but the moonlight seeping in through the window was enough light for him to make out shapes, to see things.

But he couldn't breathe. He tried to open his mouth to suck in the air he needed, but he couldn't. His lungs ached for oxygen, and the panic kicked in along with a slight dizziness. He flailed his arms around before grabbing the sheets with one and at something warm with the other.

The warm thing moved and when Stiles looked, he saw into Scott's panicked eyes looking at him. Scott grabbed his shoulders.
"Stiles? Stiles, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice urgent and afraid, and suddenly, Stiles managed to take a gulp of air in. He could breathe again.

"Stiles, breathe with me, okay?" Scott said and took deep, slow breaths, which Stiles tried to imitate, but the first few tries failed and he thought he'd have a panic attack after all, until finally, after what felt like eternity, his breathing calmed down. They stayed like that, Scott half looming over Stiles, still watching him and they both just breathing.

"Thanks," Stiles croaked, deflating into the pillow. He hadn't realized how exhausting the whole fiasco was. Maybe it was the relief about just being able to breathe again, or maybe it was the lack of oxygen he had suffered, that his mind was pleasantly blank. No thoughts swirling around and keeping him from relaxing, and most importantly, no voice in the back of his mind.

Scott lay down again, his hand seeking out Stiles's and holding it tight, his arm lightly pressing against Stiles's. "Stiles?"

"Hmm?" Stiles still focused on breathing in rhythm with Scott, slow and even.

"You need to see Dr. Deaton."

Stiles opened his eyes and turned his head towards Scott. "No, thanks."

"Stiles," Scott said again, looking at him pleadingly, his look morphing into a perfect puppy dog expression. "He knows stuff. Maybe he can help with the nightmares."

Stiles stared at him, and Scott stared back, neither of them backing up an inch. But soon, Stiles grew tired of the staring contest, and to be honest, Scott had a good point. He didn't like admitting it, but it was the truth. Deaton probably knew a shit load of stuff they didn't. If only the dude didn't talk in riddles all the time.

You did not solve the riddle, Stiles. He remembered. He remembered and an icy bolt cut through his body, making him shiver. Yes, it was probably for the best. He sighed.

"Okay."

A certain type of silence has filled my voice

I scream beneath the water and make no noise

All my prayers go quiet and never heard

And I am lost again

Comments

[peterhforalpha.livejournal.com]

Da hatte er doch wieder einen Albtraum und dann noch so einen Gruseligen dazu. Selbst bei mir haben sich die Nackenhaare aufgestellt. Der Nogitsune war aber auch gruselig xD
Aber Scott war zumindest da, als Stiles aufgewacht ist und ihn gebraucht hat. Die Beiden sind einfach so wichtig und für mich immer noch die wichtigste Beziehung in der Show. Und du triffst sie so perfekt.
Es ist für Stiles vollkommen okay in Scotts Bett aufzuwachen, er denkt sich gar nicht mehr dabei und das ist einfach alles für mich.
Jetzt hoffe ich doch mal, dass Deaton wirklich helfen kann. Er weiß ja schon viel und manchmal frage ich mich in der Serie, warum sie nicht eher zu ihm hingegangen sind xD

[rolly-chan.livejournal.com]

Hach, toll dass ichs hinbekommen hab, den Alptraum gruselig zu schreiben. *sich selbst auf die Schulter klopf*
Und OMG, du hast ja so Recht! Die beiden sind für mich auch die wichtigste Beziehung in der Show. Nur, dass es in der 4. Staffel irgendwie ein wenig untergeht. >_> Aber da wir Ff-Autoren sind, wissen wir ja, uns zu helfen.
Mein Headcanon war ne Zeit lang, dass Stiles sehr oft bei Scott übernachtet nach dem Nogitsune und sie beide in Scotts Bett schlafen, weil Scott nen extremen Beschützerinstinkt hat und nach Allisons Tod nicht auch noch Stiles verlieren will </3 Und ich habs leider in einem der vorherigen Teile (Teil 2, glaub ich) nicht geschrieben, aber der Hoodie, den Stiles sich übergezogen hatte, ist in meinem Hirn von Scott <3 Deaton hat, so vermute ich, ein ziemlich großes Wissen über praktisch ALLES, aber er ist ein fieser kleiner Mystiker, der es nicht einfach so rausrückt. Vielleicht gehen sie deshalb nicht immer direkt zu ihm XD