CHAPTER 1: THE FIRST ENCOUNTER [DEMON!STILES]
Derek knew something was different, he could smell it and physically feel it, something was on his territory. He was going for a run when the feeling hit, nothing to big, just a small scent on a nearby tree, the smell of ash and blood stuck to the bark.
He was surprised his phone had vibrated, everyone knew when he worked out he liked it silent, nothing bothering him. He took the phone from his pocket looking are before checking the message, it was from Stiles.
'Derek, we need to talk. I'll be at your house in five minutes.' His eyebrows pulled together as he thought over the message, what did they need to talk about? Nothing had come up, it was actually eerily calm in Beacon Hills. He licked his lips, taking a deep breath before heading back to his home.
He could smell it and he wasn't even a mile to his house, the same ash and blood smell from before and the atmosphere shifting, whatever was here wasn't happy. He approached his house, or what was left of it, after the whole Peter thing ended, he had actually gotten the time to start fixing it up.
Derek walked up to his house, even though his wolf whined to stay away. His home was producing the smell, and being two feet from it made him want to just vomit. "Stiles?" His voice booming through the silent forest as he looked around, spotting the old jeep parked beside his camaro.
Walking up the front steps he was surprised when the front door pulled open, Stiles smiling brightly on the other side, "Come in, I want to talk to you." The alpha was confused, the teen's face was more sinister than usual. Yeah they had been hooking up from time to time and it made him feel like…what was the words he used….a "Badass." because he was being sneaky. the whole thing not making any sense to the wolf.
Derek walked through the door anyways, looking around like usual to make sure there wasn't anyone waiting to ambush him. Hands snaked up his back before Stiles went in front of hims and smiled wide, "I missed you." the alpha's eyebrows pulling together as he looked down at the teen, "I saw you last night." Stiles was never this needy, actually he was the one that told him not to see each other every day, put time apart from each meeting.
The teen grabbed his face, bringing it down to his, his lips hot on the wolfs. Then it hit him, the taste of Stiles mouth was different, it tasted like the air smelled. Shoving him away he wiped his mouth growling, "What is this? Who are you!"
Stiles' face changed, no longer the sinister puppy, a smirk spread across his lips, "Didn't take you long at all, not as long as I thought anyways." Stepping closer, Derek responded with taking one step back, the smell of it coming off in waves, "Smart dog. I'm….Stiles." Stiles shrugged, laughing slightly as his eyes shut in a blink his brown eyes no longer there, both eyes becoming black, "What are you?"
The black eyed boy shook his head, while he crossed his arms, "You are so dense, didn't your mom teach you these things?" He took a pause before laughing, "Well I mean before she burned to death." Derek snarled his teeth elongating as his eyes blazed red, "Don't you ever talk about my family!" The creature shook his head, "Calm down pup, I'm a demon."
The demon smiled wide looking down at his body, "I mean this was the only easy thing to get into, and man did I choose wisely. This meat suit has a werewolf for a boyfriend." Smiling he licked his lips, "I've always had a taste for werewolves, something so primal about them that just…." he let the sentence drop as he took a step closer to Derek, a hand going over his cheek, "We're going to have some fun."
The demon forced Derek's head down with such force he fell to his knee, Stiles' hand in his hair, tugging back on it, "AREN'T WE?" Derek winced as he nodded his head slowly, his wolf obediently answering the powerful demon. Stiles released his head before walking away, "Man does this kid have an imagination." he leaned against a chard door frame smiling, "The things he wants to do to you is endless."
Pushing off the wall he smiled walking to the door, "I'll visit you again wolf, but first I have a dinner to attend with the Sheriff." He smiled, the black eyes disappearing as he left the house. Derek panted as the weight lifted, as the scent lingered. This wasn't going to be good.