CHAPTER 6: TRAPPED [DEMON!STILES]
When Stiles opened his eyes, he sighed as he realized it was Saturday, the day he relaxed, straightened up his room and sat in front of his laptop for the rest of the day. When he sat up he was hit with nausea, he covered his mouth just in case just as his father knocked on the doorframe, "You alright?" Dropping his hand, he nodded and turned toward his father, confused why he was in jeans and a normal t-shirt, "No work today, but I do have to go and run errands. I'm going out with Melissa tonight."
Stiles stood, his arms going over his chest as he wiggled his eyebrows, "I didn't know you had a thing for Scott's mom." The sheriff rolled his eyes, turning toward the stairs mumbling something along the lines of, "None of your business." and "Well that went well." Stiles went to his desk before the nausea hit him again, his chest warming, and then he was out of control.
He hated this, hated being pushed back in his own body. He watched as the demon, changed his clothes and brushing his teeth before slipping past his father who was making some sort of food in the kitchen. The demon had shut his mind off to Stiles, a smirk playing on his lips as he walked past his jeep, shoving his hands in his pockets and going down the street. "You know you wont win." Stiles words made him shake his head, "Say's who? Looks like I'm already am." The demon's raspy voice making him cringe, he hated that voice.
Before he knew it he was standing a long ways from the Hale house, his hands in his pockets as he watched Derek walk out to his car, his head down as his mouth moved like he was talking to himself. When he opened the car door he froze the fall wind picking up, sending the scent toward the wolf.
"What are you going to do?" Stiles' voice was worried, The alpha shut the car door before turning his head toward Stiles, the demon already taking steps toward Derek. "What do you want? Finally want to inform me on the plan?" The demon walked right up to the wolf, the scent of pine needles and cinnamon filling his nose, "In time, like I told you my wolf." He reached up and touched Derek's face, Stiles screamed, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!" which only seemed to make the demon touch him more, "I want you to leave Stiles, I want this to be over."
The demon reached up and ran his tongue up Derek's lips, making him pull away and wipe his face, "Don't you dare do that again." The demon's eyes turned black as his smirk dropped, "I'm getting real tired of your precious Stiles' mouth, he just won't shut up."
Derek turned, eyes wide, "If he doesn't quite I'll do something to make sure he does." Stiles panicked, going silent instantly.
Derek watched as the boy in front of him seemed to be having an inner battle, "Why can't you just tell me who it is that needs to die and I'll do it. Stop dragging this out."
Stiles licked his lips and sighed, "It's not time yet, I can't just tell you." The alpha's eyebrows pulled together as he growled, "And why can't you do it yourself?" He rolled his eyes and rested on the camaro, "Do you honestly want a sixteen year old kid, the sheriff's son, and your mate, wanted for murder? I mean really?"
Derek worked his jaw as he fell silent, "Then what do you want?" He smiled and looked at Derek, "I know about Isaac, about that talk you had." The alpha froze, "Last warning Derek, if any of those pups get in my why I won't hesitate to kill them and your precious Stiles."
Derek nodded Stiles pushed off the car and smirked, his eyes going back to normal as he gasped, "Derek?" He looked over his face and wrapped his arms around Stiles' shoulders, "It'll all be okay." The teen was crying, full on sobbing, "I can't….I can't control it." Derek shook his head, holding tighter, "It's okay, I'm here, I'm going to help you."
The alpha pressed a soft kiss to the side of his head and closed his eyes. The boy stiffening underneath him before the smell came back, the demon had taken over again, "So touching, but we should go." The demon leaned up, pressing his lips to Derek's, smirking, "I'm sure I'll see you tonight."
Stiles pulled away, walking away from the car without looking back at the confused and lonely wolf. He was going to save him.