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notadumbass (notadumbass) wrote in hellascenes,

Stiles doubted it was as simple as catching a bus but he was willing to try, had to try. People kept talking about Hell and he was afraid to believe it. That wasn't how it was supposed to be. He was meant to be at home, waiting for his dad to come home from work, cooking something scary and filmy, watching some banality on television. He wanted to talk to Deaton. He wanted to ask him if it had anything to do with the darkness about his heart. He wanted to ask if they'd done this?

"I can't carry her and keep up the pressure. I need your help," Stiles said, looking up at Buffy. They needed to get Lydia inside but he had a bigger concern. It wasn't the existence of vampires that freaked him out, not now. It wasn't even the thought of Hell in this moment.

"Will she... will she be one now?" he tried to whisper.