Forever and Always (Sciles)

69: A Warning

"Uh, well... I'm just worried about you, Stiles." I let out a sigh. Stiles gives me a confused look and laughs a little bit.

"Why would you be worried about me, Scott?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"There are many reasons, Stiles. You suddenly breaking up with me is one example." I point out.

"Yeah, well, there's no point on holding onto something that already has been lost." Stiles deadpans, breaking my heart a little. I swallow down my pain and take a deep breath to keep my voice even and to stop myself from crying.

"I guess, but we can still be friends, right? Surely you don't hate me that much." I suggest hopefully, but I'm reminded of the comment that Stiles said to me when he broke up with me, saying that I was dead to him. I wonder how much of that is true for this spellbound Stiles. The merman in question shrugs in response, not going into any more detail than that. Well, that was a vague and unhelpful answer. Great. Anyway, I might as well move the conversation on before I dwell on Stiles hating me too much.

"Look, Stiles, I just think that you should be careful." I begin cautiously. Stiles frowns in confusion.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Just... Just don't rush into anything too quickly with Moselle, okay? Be cautious around Thalassa. She's dangerous." I answer in a serious and pleading tone. Stiles looks shocked for a moment and then he starts to look annoyed. He narrows his eyes at me suspiciously. "Don't say that, Scott. You're wrong. Thalassa and Moselle are kind and good people. We all want what is best for our kingdoms. It's just a bonus that Moselle and I are so hopelessly and completely in love with each other." Stiles tells me with a scowl. No, you're not in love with Moselle! It's just a stupid spell!

"Stiles, Thalassa and her guards are going to kill you!" I exclaim desperately, slightly losing my calm and collected composure, letting my panic and fear take over. That was my biggest mistake. Stiles stands up quickly and glares at me angrily. "Shut up! I don't want to hear another word out of your stupid lying mouth!" Stiles yells at me, a dangerous edge to his voice, but of course, I don't listen. I take a few steps towards him before replying.

"I'm not lying! I don't want to see you get hurt or killed! I care about you! I'm scared about what Thalassa might do to you! There is something seriously wrong here, Stiles. I just want to help you! Please, you have to believe me!" I exclaim in a desperate voice. I really should know when to shut up. Stiles looks at me furiously and hisses at me angrily, his eyes glowing pale green as he shoves me back a little. I stumble backwards a little in surprise. I then find myself being shoved and slammed by an invisible force up painfully against a wall and lifted up into the air. I yell out in surprise in pain as I'm slowly lifted up into the air, breathing heavily. I desperately try to move, but I can't. I stare down in horror at Stiles, who is walking towards me with an angry expression on his face.

"What are you doing?" I ask fearfully, my eyes widening as Stiles stops in front of me, his eyes still glowing pale green and a look of anger clear in his expression. "How dare you insult my future mother-in-law like that, Scott? Did you really sink that low?" Stiles snarls at me. I'm about to reply, but then I feel like all the air has been sucked out of me and I can't talk or breathe. My eyes widen as I start to choke and gasp for air, but nothing works. I continue to dangle in the air helplessly as I suffocate, unable to do anything. My heart beats way too fast in my chest. I look down at Stiles fearfully as he looks up at me with anger and disgust. I continue to struggle helplessly, unable to breathe or move while Stiles watches me, narrowing his glowing green eyes in concentration. I haven't been this terrified in all of my life. I want to scream out for Stiles to stop, but I can't. Stiles walks closer to me and scowls at me.

"If you ever say something like that about Thalassa or Moselle again, I will kill you. Got that?" Stiles threatens me darkly, just before his eyes fade back to brown. I suddenly slide down the wall and collapse onto the floor painfully, but at least I can breathe again. I look up at Stiles with horrified, but sad eyes, still wanting him to believe me as I continue to gasp desperately, trying to get my breath back. Stiles shakes his head in disappointment. "Goodbye, Scott." He says coldly before walking out of the room. It's not long before I hear the front door open and close. As I listen to Stiles' jeep drive away, I continue to lie on the floor, too weak to get up, while I'm sobbing and crying my heart out, unable to believe what just happened. I close my eyes in despair, feeling heartbroken. Stiles didn't believe me... And now he's threatening to kill me for me just trying to look out for him. I whimper in a heartbroken tone, closing my eyes tighter as more tears continue to fall down my cheeks. I feel so helpless and alone.

Stiles POV

I huff angrily as I continue to drive away from Scott's house. I can't believe that he would accuse Thalassa, my future mother-in-law of such horrible things, and by extension, accusing Moselle of terrible things too! Why can't he just be happy for me? If he really did love me, why can't he be happy that I found my true love? Is Scott really that selfish? I get that he would be a bit upset about the break up, sure, but I didn't expect him to do shit like this. That's just crazy. Not to mention really low. What does he think he will gain out of this? I can see what he's trying to do, and it's not going to work. He still wants to be friends even if he just decided to pull that trick? Yeah, I don't think so buddy.

I take a deep breath to calm myself down. It doesn't matter now. I made sure Scott knew where he stood and told him exactly how things would work if he continued down that stupid accusation path. I think he would have gotten the message and I don't think I'll be hearing from him any time soon. I sigh heavily and shake my head a little. Why did I ever think I was in love with Scott in the first place? He's just a stupid little werewolf that kept me waiting for too damn long. He's still a nobody, in the scheme of things. He's a nobody to me. Especially when I compare him to Moselle. I smile at just the mere thought of the name. She's so beautiful, kind, smart, brave, courageous, caring and anything else a person would want in a partner. I'm glad that my eyes were opened up to that. I've never loved another person more. I'm very happy to be getting married to her. Dad did make the right decision in that. I do wish the marriage was sooner though. I want to be with Moselle forever and I love her with all my heart. I'm not sure I'll be able to be patient enough to make it all the way until after graduation to get married. It seems too far away. Marriage is a commitment that binds two people together, and I want that for Moselle and I more than anything. I sigh happily, smiling dreamily as I think about the girl I love. It makes my heart leap in joy to know that she loves me back.

Eventually, I find myself pulling into the parking lot outside of the apartment building where the Delafontaines are staying. I park close to the building and quickly jump out of the car. I race up the steps of the building with a wide smile on my face, my heart beating wildly at the thought of seeing Moselle again. I stumble breathlessly to the front door of their apartment and knock on the door, still trying to get my breath back. It takes a few moments for someone to open the door. I see that the person who opened the door is Zac. I'm sure there are other guards inside too.

"Yes?" He asks me, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, is Moselle here?" I ask hopefully.

"Nope. Her and Moselle have gone out to do some shopping today. Some sort of girls day out. Sorry." Zac shrugs. I feel disappointment starting to flood through me, but I don't let it show. "Oh, okay." I manage to say without sounding too upset.

"Is there anything else I can help you with, your majesty?" Zac asks me curiously. I think about it for a moment. Anger bubbles up inside of me again when I remember what Scott tried accusing Thalassa of. I clench my hands into fists.

"Actually Zac, there is something you should know." I say in a serious tone. Zac frowns worriedly, but nods in understanding.

"Please do tell." Zac encourages me.

"Well. It started when Scott invited me over to his house earlier, just to talk about things..." I begin to explain to the head of Thalassa's Royal guard.