Young Love Murder

Summary: Set at the end of series 2. Stiles is alone and weak,lost he turns to a demon for help.

Warnings:Slash,Suicide,blood,angst,demon

So umm i don't normally like Demon!Stiles but i was converted and decided to do one . Chapter 1 of 2 or 3. If people like it

'They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me
Young love murder, that is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone
Alone'
Ke$ha- The Harold Song

Chapter 1

Stiles clung to his soft blanket his knuckles turning white, his head shoved in his wet pillow soaked by tears. His screams were muffled by the fluffy pillow even though he didn't have to hide them, his father wasn't home he had the late shift. He originally wasn't going to go to it, after much persuasion from the young boy telling his father he was 'fine' ,a lie that everyone believe because he said it so much, and that the 'town needed him', he left with a saddened face, worry in his eyes. He hated that he caused this of his father. He was weak, couldn't protect himself, and couldn't save anyone. He wasn't a hero. He was just a sidekick.

Nails dug into smooth white skin as his hands were made into fists and he cried at the top of his voice, his face turning red with frustration. He was alone. Drowning. And no one cared enough to notice, not even his best friend who was too centred on Allison to notice anything. His love that he had for the last ten years had finally crushed his heart into a million tiny little pieces when she confessed her undying love for Jackson, she saved his life with love...a true Disney love story. Standing there watching them kiss after both of their confessions had felt like he was being kicked by Gerard again asserting the point. He was pretty sure; he may have a few fractured ribs as well as a broken heart.

He was surprised none of the neighbours reported a noise complaint or even came to check if he was alright...his screams rang around his room like that of a horror movie. Except it wasn't a horror movie. It was real life. And he couldn't escape it by just turning off the TV, he had to face them. But how could he do that when he was the reason everything was messed up?

Murderer. He killed his mother slowly. He was just an annoying hyper child who didn't understand why his mother couldn't play with him and why she had to lie in the hospital bed. He killed her. And now he was slowly killing his father. Stressing him out by always getting in danger. Kidnapped, beaten, missing. He was making his dad drink and eat himself to death. He didn't care enough to look after himself...because of Stiles...because he took the one thing that he cared about away from him.

Monster. He caused his best friend to become a monster because of his dangerous level of curiosity. Went looking for a dead body and could of caused one himself, luckily Scott's body accepted the bite. He was a rubbish best friend.

Careless. And spoilt. His stupid crush was the reason Lydia got attacked by Peter, left for dead on the school field, and now she was having a mental breakdown with no one to help here. No one even knew what she was, she has some strange immunity to everything...the bite, and the poison ...did nothing. To think if he actually even had the slimiest of chances with Lydia (not that he would, he was pathetic and ugly plus she only dated the elite people at the top of the pyramid, not people who didn't even exist on it) he would had been in the way of true love.

In the way...It cut like a sharp knife. He was just in the way, a bother, not needed, useless and weak.

Stiles stood with a jump of his bed, the tears fell at fast pace. He decided to tidy up his room, placing everything when he should be but not gently. After He gripped a pen tightly in his hand and ripped a piece of paper out of the pad and began to write a letter about how sorry he was for being a failure. When it was done he left in on top of his closed silver Apple laptop then turned off his desk lamp before he picked up the orange pill bottle labelled 'Adderall' on his drawers. Popping the lid off and not caring that it landing on the carpet, he placed the plastic container to his pink scarred bottom lip. Closing and taking a deep breath he tipped the whole bottle of pills into his mouth. It wasn't easy to swallow them all, maybe it was a survival reflex, maybe that's why he was struggling or maybe he truly didn't want to die. The young boy took a seat on his comfortable one seated sofa that was near his single bed as he vision began to blur and he felt like the room was spinning.

Slowly Stiles closed his eyes and curled up when he began to shiver. His chest felt like it was constricting a thumping pain was constantly there, it even begun to increase in pain. He was close. He regretted so, so much and it hit him that he couldn't come back from this. Shaking, he stood trying to brace himself so it wouldn't hurt so much when the inevitable happened and he hit the floor and began to convulse. He tripped over his own leg before he made it to his desk and added a note to the end of it.

'I love you all and thank you for dealing with me'

It wasn't what he wanted to write when he made his way over to add a note but he didn't even have the courage in death to confess a crush he had for Derek.

Next thing he knew he had hit the floor, whacking his forehead off of his desk as he fell causing it to bleed, and he was convulsing. Next thing he would be gone. No longer a nuisance...well first they would have to bury him first, maybe he should have dug his own grave. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he felt his body stiffening. He could still hear everything, even if there wasn't much to hear, yet he couldn't see a thing.

Just when he thought it was over he felt a cold breath (which confused him a lot) against his right cheek, and then sharp words were being whispered in his ear. Saying things of how he could make it better or make them pay. But Stiles didn't want to make them pay he was the one in the wrong.

"Be my vessel and I will make sure you feel better and no one gets hurt" The strange distorted voice demanded. But how could he agree or disagree, he couldn't speak or control his body movements.
'Yes' Stiles thought begging and pleading he would understand, just know what he wanted. And he did.

Demon POV

"You smell weird" Scott scowled as I arrived to the pack meeting climbing out of the blue jeep, leafs and sticks crumbling under my shoes. He was here before me for once as he got a ride with Allison (even though they were on a 'break'). 'Probably because I am not Stiles you asshat and maybe it's because he would be dead if I wasn't inside him.' I thought to myself and I guess Stiles as he was dormant in here.
"Sorry if my human stank is killing your precious werewolf nose" I spat; he flinched like I had hit him. Like he knows how hard I can hurt him now. He sulked with Allison by his side into the house where the rest of the pack was. I was going to have to find some way to cover up the smell; it was the only thing they could make a difference of. When I entered the house I didn't go into the living room like the rest of them I made my way to the kitchen to find something to mask the smell. The house was mostly just a shell of a home burnt and destroyed but Derek was slowly fixing it, at the moment it had all the appliances it needed...it was just ugly.

Searching through every draw and cupboard, in the end I found something that would work somewhat well, probably not as well as wolfsbane would, but it wasn't in the cupboards or draws it was in a vase. Rose petals. I quickly rubbed them all over the boy's body hoping it would mask the smell well enough. I didn't rub any on his clothes as they still had his 'live' scent.

I joined the werewolves, Allison and Lydia in the living room. Jackson and Lydia were sat on the two seater love seat sharing one spot together with Allison sat next to them. Scott was sat next to Isaac on the floor whilst Derek sat on the single seater in the corner and Boyd, Erica and Peter all shared the biggest sofa. Peter was giving me a weird look, an unusual look, like he suspected something. I had to watch out for the older Werewolf. I just leant on the door frame observing them as they discussed (argued) stuff about werewolves. This was going to be fun.

It went two whole weeks before anyone noticed a difference. The Sheriff knew something was different but just put it down to puberty. The funny thing was it wasn't his best friend who noticed the difference. And no one else really even cared enough to notice, only one person constantly gave me sour looks (and it wasn't the usual Hale), Peter.

A rogue werewolf had made its way into the Beacon Hills area into Hale territory. The pack set out to scare it off, it didn't turn out too well. Stiles, I mean I, was bait and if I wasn't in him they would have got him killed.

The werewolf's teeth snapped at me as I was cornered against a tree in the woods, using my feet to keep it off of me, it the background I could hear the rest of the pack coming to my location. Shame. This wolf would be dead before they got here. In one swift motion I allowed the wolf to get nearer to me before I gripped its upper and lower jaw. . . Dead. Broken neck and broken jaw.

As my eyes, well Stiles' beautiful honey brown eyes, drifted upwards they were met with many shocked gazes and a snarl from Peter. I smirked. The gorgeous eyes that were looking at them blinked and opened this time completely black. Erica, Lydia and Allison gasped and their hands covered their pretty mouths. Scott looked the most confused, the kid is like a potato, however he thought of the plan with Gerard I don't know. Derek looked mortified, for some reason. Isaac and Boyd looked confused but not as bad as Scott, Jackson looked like he was struggling to comprehend anything and on the brink of not even caring.

"What have you done to Stiles?" Peter snarled at me, his eyes flashing yellow.

"How good of you to notice!" I laughed as many eyebrows furrowed. "If anything I saved his life, unlike you pathetic people who call yourself his friends" Those words were like venom, or a punch in the gut obviously they didn't understand it yet but they will. That's why I'm here.

"How long have you been in him?" Scott growled angrily but it was obvious inside his voice that he was upset. I giggled, manly, as I stood up bracing myself on the hard tree.

"Why would you care? You didn't notice a difference...I've been here two weeks and even though that may not be that long the only one who noticed was Peter, probably because he is the only one who has died out of you lot...well other than Stiles. And might I add none of you would have been certain until now when you saw me break this here poor wolfs neck and jaw" I teased with a grin from ear to ear.

"He's dead?" Erica whimpered now clinging to Boyd. Ha.

"Well probably if I leave his body"

"You hurt him didn't you!" Scott bellowed angrily not a question more a statement obviously wanting to attack me but he didn't want to hurt Stiles. Too late.

"Ha-ha. No. Sorry that's on the shoulders of all you guys. The ones who didn't notice he was drowning." I spat.
"The ones who broke his heart" I directed that towards Lydia and Jackson who were stood together.
"The ones who left him behind" My eyes locked with Scott's before drifting to Allison's.
"And the ones who put him down, threatened him or just didn't give a damn" I looked at Derek, Erica, Isaac and Boyd.
"You saw potential in him but still didn't care enough" I grinned at Peter whose anger was pouring out of him. His nephew stood next to him looked distraught...for once a different emotion.
"And Derek, to add insult to injury" I added as I walked over to him placing my hands on each side of his face.

He wanted to attack; it took every inch of his being not to. Not to harm Stiles. A small gasp escaped his lips when I pressed Stiles' lips against his, kissing him passionately his unshaved face scratching against Stiles soft face , biting his bottom lip before pulling back with a Cheshire smile to be greeted by many shocked faces. He was snarling, how pretty.
"He saved your life many times, helped you with research and he began to fall for you...not once did you at least even say a simple thank you! I'm a demon! Even I can say thank you and I don't have a heart! He actually liked you and wasn't going to use you like the Argent" I screamed, Stiles' frustration channelling through me. "At least through me he got his first kiss"

That was the last taunt I was allowed before Derek charged at me pining my wrists above my head with hands and pining my body to the tree with his own.

"Kinky" I whispered seductively. Growl. Teeth right in my face.

"Let him go" Derek stated with such anger and determination I almost felt wrong. Almost.

"He killed himself you know. If I leave, he is dead, tot, gone." I said in Stiles' usual tone, hoping to boar the knife deeper, anguish.

"I'd prefer that" Derek growled in my face, some spit landing on my cheek.

"I know you would" The last thing I said before I detached myself from his body, leaving him pinned to the tree by Derek.

Choking, coughing, and panting. The first things Stiles did when the possession ended. Suddenly two very large thick fingers were in his mouth reaching down and hitting the back of his throat. Stiles gagged a few times before the fingers withdrew and the body that was his warmth moved away from him. The young teen fell to his hands and knees spewing up, mostly just bile as the demon didn't have to eat yet it did to seem normally but not as much as it should have.

"Get an ambulance, now" Derek demanded standing over Stiles. Erica and Boyd ran over to get an ambulance whilst everyone else waited. Stiles sat on his legs as he panted and gasped for air. Two strong warm muscular arms wrapped around Stiles and picked him up like a small child. He blinked at Derek who started carrying him towards a clearing in the woods that the ambulance could get too.

"What happened?" Stiles whimpered his voice tiny and broken, and nearly like that of a chain smoker.

"Don't worry, we are all here" Scott soothed as he caught up with them both.

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