#beaconhillshqtask

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the hand that feeds (monowhales): “will you bite the hand that feeds?” / dead inside (muse): “on the outside you're ablaze and alive, but you're dead inside” / she (winona oak): “she's coming for you she's coming for me, she's nothing but trouble” / serial killer (moncrieff): “and she's not the same in the daylight” / kiss me you animal (burn the ballroom): “ten thousand candles couldn't light all the darkness in your heart” / i am the antichrist to you (kishi bashi): “who am i to you?” / middle fingers (bohnes): “i'm done being your slave” / darkside (neoni): “walking the line between panic and loosing my mind” / devil like me (rainbow kitten surprise): “my heart and soil were never mine to own” / isabella dances (coyle girelli): “when isabella dances, in a trance to death I swoon” / bad bitch (bebe rexha): “you say you want a bad bitch, baby now you have it” / wreak havoc (skylar grey): “the only reason that i'm here is to wreak havoc” / kill of the night (gin wigmore): “the danger is i'm dangerous and i might just tear you apart” / monsters (ruelle): “we're kings of killing we're out for blood” / new fears (lights): “i have these new fears i carry with me” / devils playground (the rigs): “you can tread where demon's play” / blood in the water (monowhales): “he said don't do this, forgive me, was begging me for mercy” / trouble (valerie broussard): “trouble coming in the dead of night / heathens (twenty one pilots): “you don't know the half of the abuse” /breakfast (dove cameron): “i eat boy's like you for breakfast” / teeth (5 seconds of summer): “talk so pretty but your heart got teeth” / me myself & i (bebe rexha): “solo ride until i die” / who is she? (i monster): “a misty memory” / the perfect girl (mareux): “i think you come from another world” / bloody mary (lady gaga): “love is just a history that they may prove” / killer queen (queen): “she's a killer queen” / fear and loathing (marina): “i've lived my life in bitterness and filled my heart with emptiness” /

The echoes of Halloween night lingered in the air, the scent of lingering costumes and the residue of a memorable party. Stiles, wearing the Spider-Man costume he'd donned for the festivities, found himself grappling with a growing unease. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over Beacon Hills, a peculiar heaviness settled in his chest.

The first blackout came unexpectedly. One moment he was sipping his coffee, the next he found himself in a dimly lit corridor, the cold touch of steel against his palms. Panic clawed at him as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. Memories surfaced like ghosts from a forgotten past. A tattered sense of déjà vu consumed him.

The echoing laughter of the nogitsune reverberated in his mind, a haunting symphony of malevolence. Stiles staggered through the corridor, each step accompanied by the weight of his darker self. Visions flashed before him, blurred scenes of chaos and destruction.

Voices echoed in the recesses of his mind, whispers of guilt and malice. A sinister grin adorned his face as he witnessed the consequences of his actions. The people he cared about, the ones he'd sworn to protect, left shattered in his wake.

The next thing he knew, Stiles was back in the café, the remnants of his coffee spilling onto the table. A cold sweat clung to his skin as he tried to comprehend the fragments of his fragmented memories. The déjà vu persisted, a relentless reminder of the darkness he had once harbored.

As the blackouts continued, Stiles struggled to maintain a semblance of control. His Spider-Man suit felt like a costume, a feeble attempt to disguise the lurking shadows within. The memories of the nogitsune's malevolent deeds unfolded like a macabre film, each scene etched into his consciousness.

Sleep became a dreaded prospect, the fear of what he might uncover in the shadows of his dreams haunting him. The lines between reality and nightmare blurred, leaving him on the precipice of his own unraveling sanity.

Haunted by the atrocities committed under the influence of the nogitsune, Stiles grappled with a profound sense of guilt. The café, once a refuge, now felt like a battleground where his internal demons waged war. The patrons, oblivious to the turmoil within him, carried on with their mundane lives.

it was the year of 1986, pam and i were living our beautiful eternal lives in france. it was such a beautiful country and pam and i enjoyed spending our time draining and sleeping with the beautiful women of france. one woman in particular caught my eye, sylvie. we spent our nights fucking under the moonlight in the fields of her father's winery. i felt like i was on top of the world, nothing else mattered except her. i'm a vampire, what could they do to me? i could compel the memories out of her father if we got caught and i could kill anyone else who got in our way. that was until the authority came and everything came crashing down. they tried to talk some sense into me, but my mind was only on HER and spending as much time with her as i could. i was being too careless, even pam tried to talk some sense into me. she told us we needed to go, i could even take sylvie if i wanted but i still felt so powerful like i couldn't be stopped. i loved this country and sylvie wanted to finish school, we couldn't leave yet. i told pam to trust me because i would always protect her, i would not let anyone hurt her.

but i did get stopped and pam was suddenly in danger. in the middle of another beautiful night with sylvie, making love under the moonlight, the authority ordered the yakuza to come and make me pay the price of my careless actions. suddenly the most important women in my life had blades at their throats and i could only choose one. a mere human or my progeny, pamela. no matter how bad i wanted to save both - i knew what decision i had to make. i made an eternal commitment to my child, my love. we were supposed to walk to the ends of the earth together and i would keep that promise to her. i chose to save her, no love would compare to my love for pam. i protected her like i told her i would.

the pain i felt watching sylvie fall to the ground as they killed her was intense - something i didn't even know a vampire could feel for a human. it was my fault, i killed her. she was innocent, she didn't have anything to do with vampires until she met me. she was supposed to go to school and do something so much more with her life.

maybe that's why i can't find the energy to care for another human again? what's the point if they all die in the end? either by old age or the fact that they've found themselves involved with vampires. i love pamela, i always will, i will never regret my decision to save my progeny. but sometimes i just can't shake the pain of sylvie, my concept of humanity hit a steady decline after that. there's no point in giving humans my heart, it just doesn't make any sense when you're immortal and i only put them in danger.

i'm so sorry, sylvie.