Everything was dark. Stiles couldn't see a thing. He had no clue where he was or how he'd gotten there.

"Hello?" he called out, only to hear his own voice echo.

He began to take slow and careful steps forward, as he still could not see any of his surrounds. It was only a few steps in where he'd tripped over something and fallen.

Once he was on the ground, everything lit up. Suddenly he could see. He got up, alarmed to see that the wall he was now facing was covered in blood. He gasped before turning around to see what he'd tripped over.

A leg. He'd tripped over a leg of a dead body. However, that wasn't even the most alarming thing. He recognized the body, bloodied with a gaping hole from where he'd been impaled. It was Donovan.

Stiles felt his muscles tighten. When he looked up at the wall, there was a strange symbol drawn in blood. He shook his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

When he finally opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the room, but in the woods.

"Stiles?" he heard a voice call out. It was Scott.

Before Stiles could call back to his best friend, he found himself pinned to the ground. A girl who appeared to be in her late teens was the one holding him down. She smiled a fanged smile, her blond hair framing her face and her delicate features juxtaposing her overpowering strength and menacing expression.

"Be patient, my dear, it'll be time soon enough," she whispered.

"Time for what? Who are you?" Stiles asked.

In a quick movement, the woman bit into her own wrist, drawing blood, before pressing it to Stiles mouth.

Stiles closed his lips tightly.

"Drink," the woman commanded, and, for some reason, Stiles couldn't help but do as he was told.

"Stiles!" he heard Scott shout once again.

The woman then removed her wrist from Stiles' mouth.

"Now, be still and don't make a sound. You'll remember this when the time is right," she said.

She then sharply bit down into Stiles neck, sucking blood. Everything within him felt frozen. He was left there paralyzed, unable to move, let alone fight back. He couldn't even so much as scream.

But, as quickly as the woman had attacked him, she was gone. He found that by the time she'd left without a trace, he'd regained control of his own limbs and was able to get off of the ground.

"Stiles!" Scott shouted once more.

Stiles, began walking, following the sound of the alpha's voice.

"Stiles!"

As he got closer and closer, he saw a light. He then began to notice a door with mist surrounding it.

"What the hell?" he muttered.

Curious, he went toward the door before opening it, finding himself in what appeared to be a church. The pews were filled with people he knew and they were all dressed in black. At the front of the room was an open casket. He was at a funeral.

At the podium next to casket was Scott.

"Stiles was more than a friend to me. He was my brother," Scott said through tears.

Stiles shook his head.

"Scott, I️'m right here!" he shouted from the back of the room, but no one seemed to notice.

He began walking closer to the front of the room, stopping as he noticed a picture of himself with "Mieczyslaw 'Stiles' Genim Stilinski" written above it.

"I'm not dead!" he shouted, but no one even acknowledged his presence. It was like no one could see or hear him.

"The old you had to die so the new you could be reborn," a voice said from behind him.

Slowly, he turned around to see the woman from the woods. She was now also dressed in all black, the look complete with gothic looking makeup.

"What the hell is this?" he asked her.

"A celebration of life," she said with a wide grin on her face, fangs visible.

Stiles shook his head.

"Now, kill him," she whispered, gesturing toward Stiles.

Suddenly, Stiles felt it again: that lack of control when she commanded him. He felt his fangs elongate and suddenly he was rushing toward the front of the room, lunging at Scott. He grabbed the alpha and bit sharply into his neck, and now, he was visible. The people gasped and the gasps quickly turned into screams of horror, but this didn't stop Stiles. He kept drinking until he heard a voice, above the screams and footsteps running away.

"Stiles, stop! This isn't you!" he shouted.

Stiles turned around.

"Theo," Stiles uttered quietly.

At this, the woman appeared angry. She rushed toward the chimera before plunging her hand into his chest, removing his heart. Stiles screamed as Theo's body fell to the ground.

She turned back to Stiles, smiling.

"All you'll ever do is rip his heart out anyway. I️ might as well just do it for you," she said.

At that remark, Stiles was fuming. He ran toward her at full vampire speed before taking her neck in one hand. He began to apply more pressure, and, surprisingly, she didn't fight back.

"Stiles..." she choked, but at that point, even the sound of her voice annoyed him, so he squeezed harder. Still, he wasn't applying full strength. That would kill her too easily, too quickly. He wanted her to suffer.

"Stiles...wake...up," she choked.

Suddenly, Stiles was no longer in the church, but in the bunker, hand grasping at Theo's neck.

Shocked, Stiles let go, before being hit with an all encompassing feeling that something terrible was going to happen.

He stumbled backward, breathing heavily.

"Stiles? Stiles, are you alright?" Theo asked.

Stiles didn't respond, and Theo noticed that he was beginning to hyperventilate. He was having another panic attack.

Theo approached Stiles slowly, gently taking him in his arms.

"Stiles, it's okay. You're having a panic attack, but it will pass. You're going to be okay," Theo reassured, his tone even.

"I know you're scared, but it's okay. You're safe. I've got you," he said, continuing to reassure the vampire.

Theo could feel the other trembling in his arms.

"You can get through this. Just stay in the present. Okay, breathe with me. I'm gonna count to ten, okay? Inhale," Theo said.

He began to count to ten, but Stiles struggled to slow his breathing down too much.

"I️-I️ can't," Stiles said. He was verbal again. That at the very least was a good sign.

"Yes, you can. Just try again. You got this," Theo said.

He counted again, and after a few times Stiles was able to breathe with his counting. He inhaled, breathing in Theo's scent, which helped him to feel calm.

Theo sighed in relief. He had been monitoring the other's chemo signals and could tell that he was starting to calm down.

Even when felt grounded once again, he took a little more time in Theo's arms, just inhaling in his scent and enjoying the way that the chimera made him feel safe.

"I️-I️ think I'm good," Stiles finally said.

Theo nodded, letting go of the other. Gently, he then placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Do you need anything?" Theo asked, eyes looking directly into Stiles'.

Stiles shook his head.

"No. I'm sorry," he said.

Theo shook his head.

"You don't need to apologize. It's okay," Theo uttered softly, his tone sincere. It was a side of Theo that Stiles had never really seen and, frankly, Stiles didn't know he had.

Stiles nodded slowly, trying to process what had just happened - how Theo had just taken care of him.

"Thanks for that, by the way," Stiles said.

Theo made a dismissive hand gesture.

"It was nothing, really. Just what I️ learned from the internet," he said.

Stiles looked at him, surprised. Theo didn't seem like the type who would follow positivity accounts on instagram or anything like that, so he must've actively sought out the information.

"When was this?" Stiles asked.

"That night when I️ witnessed you having a panic attack for the first time. I️ didn't handle it too well so I️ just googled what to do in case it happened again," Theo admitted.

Stiles exhaled. There was a bit of tension between the two. Without saying it, Theo had just admitted that he cared about Stiles. The two didn't know how to be this vulnerable with each other.

"Well, uh, thanks. It actually means a lot," Stiles said.

Theo shrugged, trying to downplay the whole thing.

"It's not a big deal. I️ couldn't sleep anyway," he said. It was true: Theo couldn't sleep. He was too worried about Stiles.

Stiles nodded.

"Sorry again, for uh...choking you," Stiles said, deciding that that was someone a less awkward subject to bring up.

Theo chuckled a bit at this.

"It's fine. If you're into that sorta thing, you can just say so," Theo teased, winking.

Stiles rolled his eyes. And there was the asshole that was growing on him more than he cared to admit.

"I️ take everything back. You're the worst," Stiles replied.

Theo laughed a bit more.

"Well, must've been a pretty crazy dream you were having," Theo said.

"Yeah..." Stiles said before trailing off, his expression growing blank. He suddenly remembered. When he was at his own funeral, his full name was written.

"Is everything okay?" Theo asked.

"In my dream, there was something with my name on it," Stiles said.

Theo shook his head slowly in confusion.

"So?" he asked.

"So, I️ could read my name," Stiles said.

"Yeah, most people can read their names, Stiles," Theo replied, still confused.

Stiles shook his head.

"Not in dreams. You can't read in dreams," he stated.

Theo blinked, taken aback slightly.

"Okay, so then what does that mean?" Theo asked.

"I️ don't know," Stiles said, but he was beginning to fear that it was more than just a dream, and that it all had to do with that nagging feeling that something terrible was coming.