CHAPTER 4: CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE [DEMON!STILES]
Stiles woke up, his eyes fluttering open and looking around nervously, usually the thing would have taken over, but this morning it seemed to be pretty dormant. He took a deep breath right as his door creaked opened revealing his father, "Morning kiddo, I'm heading off to work, don't be late to school." The boy nodded as his father's head disappeared behind the door as it shut.
When he pulled into the parking lot, he was surprised to see Scott already there, his hands shoved in his pockets as he waited on the curb. Just looking at the way the werewolf stood, he knew something was off. He could feel the thing move in him, his chest warming slightly, "No, let me talk to him. I won't say anything." He ducked his head down as he spoke, the thing stopping as he waited. When he was sure it was going to let him be in control he climbed out of the jeep and walked over to his best friend, his backpack hanging off his right shoulder lazily.
"Hey, why are you here so early?" Scott sighed turning his head, "I need help with my chemistry homework, and I knew you come early to work in the library." Stiles nodded readjusting his strap on his shoulder, "Yeah, sure." He gestured toward the school with his head before leading the way. The boy keeping his distance from him, his head low as he seemed to be fighting something.
When they were working he noticed that Scott would cover his nose periodically but hiding it like he was scratching his nose. He thought back to Derek in his house, his nose wrinkling as the demon watched him panic; He could smell it. The warming sensation kicked in again when the realization passed through his mind, not taking over but enough to tell Stiles that it was still there, "Uh, you seem to be handling this, I need to go to the bathroom." Scott looked frantic as he stood with Stiles, "No! I mean…I still need your help. You can use the bathroom during first period like usual."
Stiles cursed to himself and took his seat again, leaning toward his best friend just to get him moving away. He thanked heaven when the bell rang, Scott gathering his stuff and shoving it in his bag. When he turned toward Stiles, his eyes were the golden topaz color, his wolf growling.
Stiles couldn't fight it as the thing took over, his eyes staying the brown but the lids dropping to narrow at his best friend, "Easy now, wouldn't want something to happen to him. I mean I'd survive, but him…" The grin appearing on his lips as he raised an eyebrow, "I would keep your mouth shut if I were you, unlike that alpha of yours." Scott's eyes widening as he gaped at the teen in front of him, "He didn't say anything."
He left Scott in the library, late to class, and decided to got take a visit to his favorite alpha. He drove quickly, his eyes fading to the black as his smirk stayed on his lips.
Derek was already outside the house, arms crossed over his chest as Stiles pulled up in front of him. The wave of nausea hitting him as the scent of the demon filled his nose, "I warned you wolf." Derek's eyes narrowed as he looked over Stiles' body, "I didn't say anything." His heart quickening as the demon fulled the knife out from his pocket, "Now, I know this already. I just wouldn't suspect your beta to actually wolf out on me." He was confused, the alpha looking at the demon, "If he tries to stop me…" The sentence dropping as he lifted the sleeve of his jacket and placing the knife against the flesh, pulling it across, the red flowing down his slender fingers, "It'll be worse."
He just wanted to jump down and stop the bleeding, but he didn't dare come close to the demon, "What do you want me to do?" The demon took a few steps forward before it climbed the stairs on the porch, lifting his bloodied hands, dragging his fingers across Derek's jaw, blood smearing his face, its thumb brushing over his lips, blood falling between his parted lips, the taste slightly off from the demon but it tasted of only Stiles, his heart soaring, "In time my wolf."
The visit was short but it stuck with Derek throughout the day. He showered, washing the teens blood off his face and lips before he paced his house, his sweats low on his hips as he shirt was thrown over his shoulder.