This Chapter is for Tete. Happy Birthday! :D
I hope you all enjoy it, if you have any suggestions how you'd like me to continue the story you just need to review, I will read them all. :)
I don't own Teen Wolf, which is a shame. Any spelling and grammatical mistakes are my fault and I take full responsibly. I apologies for how short this chapter is, they will get longer.
So yeah. Read and enjoy.
Stiles strolled quickly through the corridor at school, his breathing ragged and his chest tight. He thought it would be ok, every year, on this day he'd feel like this, then he'd talk to Scott and that would help him. But today that isn't the case, Scott's too busy drooling over Allison to even notice how Stiles has been acting, how depressed he'd been, that he was unable to concentrate, more so than usual.
He opened the door to the toilet and locked himself in one of the cubicles, slumping on to the floor. Stiles placed his head in his hands trying to concentrate on getting his breathing correct but his thoughts were a mess, more than usual, he missed her so much. He hadn't felt this bad since he'd become best friends with Scott, he used to have panic attacks a lot after his mom died but they'd gradually disappeared when he had someone he could talk to. Now he just felt like this every year on the anniversary of her death, but they were short lived thanks to Scott.
Stiles sniffed as the smell of sulfur hit him, his nose wrinkling. He looked up, his eyes blurry from tears, and he noticed something dark and smoky in the vent high above the toilet. Stiles cocked his head to the side in confusion, his inability to breathe momentarily forgotten, he leaned forward slightly to get a better look before the smoke attacked him, forcing its way down his throat, suffocating him as he tried desperately to beat the smoke away. And as quick as it started, it stopped, Stiles tried to look around but his body wouldn't respond, he tried to get up but nothing, his brain went into over drive, what if he was paralyzed, and he'd never walk again?
Stiles felt his lips move, "Stop thinking or I shall make you stop," the demon growled using Stiles' mouth to speak. The demon stood up, ignoring the incessant questioning in his head, it had been awhile since he'd been in a meat suit so he wasn't used to the headache human's constant panicking caused. Unlocking the cubicle door he stepped out and looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes flashing black as he examined his new body. The boy was angry and loud in his head demanding he leave which was unusual, normally they'd be too scared and confused to pound against the wall demon's put up to separate them from their own body.
The demon left the toilet, and walked along the corridor to where he knew the boys next class was, he made sure he didn't look up at the camera's that seemed to litter the school. Camera's were always good at seeing into the soul and the demon wasn't interested in getting involved in hunters not when he was only here for a bit of fun. He opened the door to the chemistry classroom and was met with 30 pairs of eyes staring at him. The demon smirked and walk towards Stiles' seat ignoring the teacher's eyes burning into him, he sat down and stared directly at the teacher, letting his eyes flash black forcing him to turn away quickly and begin the lesson.
Stiles was finally silent in the demon's head, shocked at having the ability to scare someone and have power, he'd always felt so useless, even Allison could do something but Stiles was just the weak little human, only good for research. The demon smirked, then out the corner of his eye he noticed someone staring at him, he turned his head, an eyebrow raised.
"Are you ok?" Scott mouthed, his brow furrowed in concern that wasn't reflected in his eyes. This boy was distracted by something... Allison... the demon heard in his head, he could hear the bitterness Stiles had tried to repress but now it was all coming out. The demon nodded quickly then turned back towards the front of the class, there wasn't much point in listening to anything the chemistry teacher said, demons didn't really need an education and Stiles knew it all anyway, it was impressive how advanced he was despite how messy his thoughts were.
The lesson was spent with the demon going through Stiles' thoughts, trying to find something interesting but so far all he got was a bunch of werewolves and one in particular that got Stiles' heart racing, the demon could tell Stiles wasn't pleased with the intrusion and he tried desperately to regain control of his body and mind and all the secrets that went with it. The demon had never possessed someone as young as this, he normally went with older men or women so he could do some real damage to their lives. Make them cheat, lose their jobs, commit felonies, kill. Anything that would destroy some ones live while making his own existence a bit more interesting. But he had to be honest this boy could provide him with some fun, especially when it came to a very attractive wolf that Stiles was too shy to even admit to himself he had feelings for.
The bell rang loudly from the corner of the room, the demon rose from his seat along with every other student in the class, glancing to the side he noticed Scott had rushed off after some girl, who could have only been Allison.
"So much for friends," the demon muttered, echoing Stiles' thoughts, as he left the class room and walked towards the parking lot. He could hear Stiles wondering when he'd get his ability to move back but the demon ignored him and continued to walk down the steps of the school towards the blue jeep at the front of the lot. The demon pulled a face, he preferred sleeker more expensive cars, but still he enjoyed driving, so a jeep would be fine as long as it had an engine. The demon drove the car towards Stiles' house, using the boys memories to navigate.
He got through the door into the empty house and smiled. Closing his eyes, he concentrated and he felt the boys thoughts quieten then disappear, he'd wake him up again after he had more time to get used to being in a new body, plus the boy was starting to get to him, he felt bad for him, how useless he felt and how his so called friends treated him. The demon wasn't used to these feelings, he normally felt no pity for those he possessed only amusement at how they'd get more and more panicked over being unable to move their body at will. He made his way up the stairs , examining the house as he went, and opened the bedroom door the smell of dog hitting him as he entered. He noticed the source of the smell sitting in the chair by the desk, his face as moody as the demon had seen in Stiles' thoughts, clearly this 'sour wolf' as Stiles called him was permanently angry, no matter what the situation.
The demon smiled at the werewolf, "How can I help you, Derek," he purred.