Title: 'til my last day i will fight and fight and fight
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Warning: language, angst
Notes: demon!Stiles; 2nd POV - Stiles; background Sterek
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Chapter 1: If this is the end...
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You throw yourself against the wall – shouting and screaming and fighting for control.
And he's just smiling at you through the mirror - he's smiling with your mouth and laughing with your voice and touching you with your own hand.
And you're still screaming and demanding and cursing.
But the demon trails your hand over your face and lets the black film slide over your eyes and he's saying something about how much he loves your body and how much he loves your father and your friends.
"Oh, little Stiles," he says your name like a prayer, "if only you knew how much you had in you. And I'm not just talking about Derek's dick."
You feel a surge of rage and for just a second you've broken through the cage. You're just as quickly thrown back in and forced down even deeper.
"As I was saying," he snaps. He goes back to touch your stomach, your arms, your chest. "You have a lot of potential in this little body. Perhaps even a witch or two in your bloodline. Not enough to really matter – but there's just a tiny little spark."
"Fuck off," you shout as you throw yourself against your cage. But it's getting harder and harder to fight.
"Oh, my precious Stiles, it's okay. I'm going to make everything okay. Promise."
And then everything goes black.
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End chapter 1.