:::Ava Bellemoore:::

We were laying on his bed. He practically jumped up in surprise.
"Do you know what Dream Reaper's do?" I asked.
"No?"
"They combine your worst nightmare and your greatest fantasy into one. Right before the worst part, often the death of yourself, they take your energy which is full of fear."
He gulped and looked my way. His cheeks blushed and his eyes widened.
I looked down at myself. I was wearing a over-sized t-shirt and no pants or shoes.
I smirked and stood up, walking to him slowly and playfully.
"Is this how you imagine me, Stillinski?" I asked, letting my long, red, fingernails trail up his chest. He was still wearing his shirt and jeans.
His blush deepened, "what? N-no, def-"
My smile only grew at his embarrassment. "But you like this, yes?"
The urge to full fill all his fantasies were strong, but I knew this was the work of a Baku. Still, Right before the nightmare is the ultimate fantasy, and I needed to get the energy of the Baku.
I could tell I was wearing Red lipstick. I licked my cherry lips and whispered into his ear, letting my hands trail down to his pants. He tensed up. "You know you want to."
He gulped, and I could tell he thought he shouldn't, as if I was dangerous territory. But his hands still danced up my sides.
"Fuck." He mumbled under his breath, making my body hot. My smile deepened.
"Too bad the nightmare just begun."
He looked at me oddly, "what?"
The sound of gunfire echoed around the house. Stiles jumped and practically fell, grabbing his wooden bat from under his bed.
"Baku's get stronger from your fear. This. Isn't. Real."
He gulped and dropped the bat. "Then what- what do we do?"
"You look straight into the Baku's eyes-" I started, grabbing Stiles hand and pulling him closer to look at me, "and say I'm not afraid."
He gulped again.
"I can't manipulate your emotions in a dream. If you have a panic attack, you have one in real life, and I won't wake up until I get the Baku's energy. Got it?"
He nodded slowly, "g-got it."
The way he stuttered made him cuter. I tried not to think of that as the gunshots grew closer.
"It's not real."
"O-okay."
"But just don't die."
His eyes widened, "I thought it's not-"
"Yeah I know." I said, and started to walk out the door with him following.
He grabbed his bat.
"Repeat after me. I'm not afraid." I whispered.
"I'm not afraid, i'm not...oh god." He said, coming to view the living room downstairs. His dad was on the couch with a bullet in his head and blood splattered everywhere.
"It's not real, Stiles. It's just a nightmare."
"Just a nightmare." He repeated, closing his eyes to calm his breathing.
I held his hand and let my thumb brush it back and forth, "Drop the bat, Stiles."
"W-why?"
"Just do it."
He dropped the bat, the sound echoing.
"The real weapon is you." I said, gripping his hand tighter and turning around as we went down the long hallway.
There was a scream.
"Scott!"
"It's just a dream."
"But Sc-"
"It's just a dream."
He gulped. "Just a dream. Just a dream."
We continued down the hallway until we opened the last door.
Blood was everywhere. On the furniture, on the walls.
On the Baku.
"Just a dream."
"Just a dream." He repeated.
I took cautious steps closer. The Baku raised the gun.
"Just a dream."
"Right. But don't die." He mumbled.
I smirked, "right." I said, right before shoving my hand through the Baku.
The energy erupted inside my body, and I threw my head back. Everything was getting brighter and brighter.
Until we woke up.

Stiles jumped up.
"Oh my god!" He practically screamed, not paying any attention to what I was doing.
"Grab that jar."
He grabbed the jar and quickly handed it to me. Once he realized what I was holding, his eyes widened.
"Wha-what is that?"
"The Baku's energy." I said simply, putting the glowing blue orb of energy into the jar and quickly closing it. I brought it up to the Nameton.
I grabbed the pocket knife. "Come."
He gulped and took cautious steps closer. I smiled.
"Arm."
He did so. I wondered how I earned his trust so easily.
I held his arm with one hand and the pocket knife with the other. He took a deep breath and I put the knife to his skin and pressed down. Blood began to trickle down into the bowl.
He grimaced, but I put my hand above his. The wound began to close.
"How-"
"I am also a healer." I said, before cutting my own arm and mixing the blood into the bowl. I began to put the other ingredients into the bowl as my wound healed: the lime, the river water, and the red flower petals. I mixed them then grabbed the incense. I poured them into one bowl, and the rare flowers with them. I began to burn them.
Then, once everything was prepared, I grabbed the jar with the glowing orb and lit all the candles. I began to pour the mixture into the jar as I mumbled a chant under my breath.
Stiles stayed silent.
I placed the four dog tag necklaces into the jar and let it sit.
I went to Stiles.
"Now, for the last ingredient."
"Which is?"
"A strong emotion. Anger, sadness, love, or passion."
He looked confused.
I smiled. "Come." I said, holding his hand gently as I dragged him to the surface of the Nameton. We sat next to the soaking dog tag necklaces in the jar.
I slowly laid down, and he laid down next to me. I placed a hand over his chest and let it make circles as I licked my lips slowly. I could feel the warmth coming off his body, and it was then I realized I craved it. I craved his touch.
I craved a human.
"Why do you trust me?" I asked him.
"I don't know. You're...different."
"So are you."
"And how's that?"
I gulped. "You're brave, even if you don't think so. You're loyal and protective. Of your friends. Your pack. Your father. Of...me, even though we just met today."
He smiled, "Funny, right? It feels like we knew each other longer than that."
"It does." I agreed, smiling.
He put a comforting hand around my shoulder as I rested my head on his chest.
His smell was taunting me.
"Thank you."
"For?"
"Being my partner of crime, even if it is just for tonight."
He smiled, "I don't regret it."
My smile grew and it was silent for awhile.
"You know, I think you're a good alpha."
"Why so?" I asked, shocked.
He grinned, "You went through all this trouble just for them."
I sighed, "I'm the reason why they're in this mess."
He furrowed his eyebrows, "what do you mean?"
"When my ex killed my pack back in Texas, I brought Them with me. But they had plans. They had a future. And I ripped it away from them and forced them to start over."
"It's for their protection. I'm sure they'll understand."
I bit my lip, "no. Because now to think about it, it's safer if all three of us are in different places. This isn't their war to fight in, so... Im letting them go. I want them to be happy."
He hugged me tighter. We stayed silent for awhile.
"Are you going to stay?"
I looked up at his chocolate brown eyes, "I feel...connected to this place now. I'm not sure I can leave."
He gave a sad smile and just hugged me closer. I felt a tear escape and buried my face in his chest. We stayed like that in silence for a while, drifting in and out of a peaceful sleep.