Forever and Always (Sciles)

6: Confusion

"I-I don't understand..." Stiles comments as his lips tremble as he tries not to cry, looking sad, confused and afraid. I hate him looking at me like that! He should never have to look at me with that much fear, sadness and confusion. I wish I could tell him that Samantha did this and she is half siren. I also wish I could tell him that the real me is still in here somewhere... Suddenly, realization dawns on Stiles' face. He gasps in horror as he takes another few steps back. "You saw Samantha last night, didn't you? It all makes sense now! The dreams, the hallucinations... They were all leading to this! But that doesn't explain why you're acting this way." Stiles says. Oh my god, you're actually figuring it out. I should have known you would figure it out. You always figure it out. Please hurry, Stiles! Please save me before it's too late! Stiles' eyes fill with shock and I can hear his heart miss a beat. "Unless Samantha isn't completely a mermaid." Stiles states shakily. Yes! You're right, Stiles! She's a siren! Well, half siren, but a siren all the same! That's how she has been manipulating me, Stiles! That's why I have so many missing memories. That's why I was acting horrible to you and kept pushing you away. I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me... "She's a hybrid. Half siren, half mermaid. Just like my doppelganger, but obviously evil." Stiles concludes, his fear increasing off the scale. Tears form in his eyes. "I shouldn't have ignored my doppelganger's warning. He was right. I'm so sorry that this is happening to you, Scott. This is all my fault. I should have been more careful. I should have been able to protect you from all of this." Stiles cries shakily, tears running down his face. Aww, please don't cry, Stiles. This isn't your fault! Don't ever think for one second that this is your fault. I wish I could hug you right now. I wish I could tell you how much I love you. Stiles takes a deep breath and calms himself down a bit. He expertly dodges a punch to his face. He darts around behind me. I spin around to look at him. "But maybe I can try to fix it." Stiles says. Please do! I know you can do it, Stiles! I don't want to hurt you, so please hurry! Stiles' eyes start glowing pale green. I walk towards him slowly. Stiles doesn't step back this time. He takes a deep breath before speaking. "I release you from the enchantment. Now you're free." Stiles says, his voice echoing powerfully around the woods, sending shivers down any living creature's spine within a mile radius. Well, everything except me that is. I take another step closer to Stiles and punch him in the face, resulting in him falling to the ground. No! Why didn't the spell work? Why am I still not myself? Why am I still trapped in my mind? I hate this so much! I can't even cry or shout to show how upset and angry I am! I'm so sorry, Stiles. I didn't want to punch you. I hate how I'm hurting you. Please just leave me before I do something worse. Stiles groans as he starts to sit up. He looks at me with shock. "I-it didn't w-work?" Stiles stammers in confusion, looking more hurt from the emotional pain rather than the physical pain as tears drip down his face. I can tell that there will be a bruise on Stiles' cheek in a few hours. I storm over to him and pin him down to the ground. He struggles to break free, but my werewolf strength easily keeps him down. I'm so sorry, Stiles! I hate being controlled like this so much, but please, just use your powers on me! I can't kill you, I just can't. I would never be able to get over it or forgive myself. Why aren't you using your powers on me? You need to fight back, Stiles. It's okay, I understand! Please just get away from me. Stiles looks up at me fearfully, heartbreak clear in his eyes, but he still doesn't use his powers against me. He doesn't want to fight or hurt me. He continues to struggle under my grip, but it's no use. I raise my hand in the air, ready to strike. No! Please stop! I can't do this! Please don't make me do this! Someone help me! As I prepare to swipe down and rip open Stiles' neck, I hear a loud roar from behind me. I glance around just in time to see Derek run up to me and punch me in the face. I fall to the ground and black out.

Stiles POV

I gasp in shock and horror as Scott falls to the ground, unmoving. I quickly scramble to my feet and shakily brush myself off. I look over to Derek. "Thanks for saving me." I tell him. Derek glares at me and folds his arms.