I know, I've got Pale Horses in the works, but this idea grabbed my ankle, and wouldn't stop BEGGING to be written, so here we are.

This story was inspired by a gifset found on tumblr – I don't know who originally made it, but THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I used the sentences from the gif in a small part of the story, but those lines aren't mine. Just the twist in this twisted plot. This shouldn't be a long story, five or sex chapters tops (I hope).

I hope you enjoy it!


Come Out and Play

PROLOGUE

He reeked of sulfur.

There was an amused smile at the corner of his mouth, not a Stiles smile, but something a bit too old, a bit too bitter, a bit too expectant for them all to figure something out, and none of them really knew what it was.

They were all in the forest. This was supposed to be just a meeting, just something to finally put their minds at ease – Gerard was done for, the Alpha Pack had gone away, they were fine, they were safe, and it didn't matter that they weren't all of the same pack, they could work around that, Derek knew.

What he didn't know was why Stiles felt… damned. Dirty.

Scott was giving his best friend a wide berth, as if he knew there was something very wrong there, but couldn't put his finger on it. Lydia seemed pale and broken, and she kept glancing around her, as if she was feeling something, but didn't know where whatever it was was coming from.

It was coming from Stiles.

A wave of maliciousness, of… of evil.

It was making everyone in the clearing uncomfortable, as if the very air around them was tighter, colder or maybe hotter, just… not right.

"Okay, I think we've stood in silence for long enough, what the hell happened to your side-kick, McCall?" Peter finally blurted out, uncomfortable enough that even his usual sarcasm didn't quite reach the tone of his voice.

And that's when Stiles laughed. A chuckle, maybe, a small laugh, an evil laugh, low and dangerous, and his eyes looked at every single one of them, looking with his head down, peeking through his lashes, a smirk in his mouth the whole time.

His eyes stopped at Derek, and they shifted. Only a second, less than a second, but they were pitch black, full and strange.

Derek took an involuntary step towards Stiles and then stopped.

"I really think you should reassess the whole sidekick thing, Peter, darling." He smirked, looking away from Derek to pin his uncle under his gaze – with Stiles's eyes now, "You see, I'm not a sidekick. And if anyone was ever the clever one in this duo, it certainly was Stiles and not Mogli over there."

"What did you do to him?" Lydia's voice was cutting and intense, and incredibly afraid.

The thing snorted.

"I did to him? Me? I listened to him, you cold hearted bitch. I heard him. I listened to his cries, and his temper, and his fear, and I saw his certainty that he wasn't good enough for any of you, just because he wasn't quite so special." He snorted again, crossing his arms in front of his chest, "As if howling to the moon makes someone powerful. You're all children, even lying, cheating, poor Peter over there, vying for a power you can't even understand, let alone tame, thinking you're special because you turn into a beast. I'll show Stiles what power is. And maybe you'll all learn a lesson along with him." He finished, smirking again.

"You let him GO!" Scott screamed, trying to get to what used to be Stiles, but the thing merely waved a hand, and Scott went flying into a tree, the resounding crack of the impact echoing in the woods.

Lydia had both hands over her mouth, as if trying to stop herself from screaming, and Derek went to Stiles, looking at him firmly.

"What do you want? What are you?" He said quietly and threateningly, and the thing laughed again.

"You do know he has a crush on you, right? His heart speeding when you're near him, his breath catching, his thoughts before he goes to bed going to those two hours you spent in his arms in that pool, the way he feels guilty that he likes when you shove him around… You know that, wolfboy. Of course you know that. And you did nothing. This kid? The truth is this kid was already broken and miserable before I got here. None of you noticed. You didn't notice, Derek, I think that hurt Stiles the most, you know? He begged for this, in the end." He stopped talking and came closer to Derek, face to face, barely a breath away from each other, and smiled, wide and cruel, "And now you're all fucked."

He backed away from Derek, and the thing closed his eyes, his body going slack, and Derek acted instinctually, grabbing his body before he hit the ground.

Scott got up from the ground, and Lydia, Peter, Isaac and Jackson came closer to them, looking at Stiles carefully.

Finally, he blinked once, then again, and opened his eyes, taking a deep breath.

"What am I doing here?" He asked, his voice weak and confused and so very small, Derek could feel his heart shrinking in his chest.

They really were fucked.


Hehehehehee. A demon. Hehehehe.

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