Scott caught Stiles body before it hit the ground, his eyes wide with fear.

"Okay, quickly!" Deaton said, standing up, having let go of Stiles after he'd forced the blood down Stiles throat.

They were going to go to Dereks basement in his house.

Everyone hovered around Stiles body worriedly as Scott stood up, cradling the human like a baby, he looked so fragile like this Scott thought.

Stiles skin had paled to a almost deathly white colour much like before when the Nogitsune had taken over, the only difference there were no bruising or ugly bags under his eyes, giving him a much healthier ,apart from the paleness of his skin, look.

They all reached Derek's house then his basement, Deaton had already set up, the basement was equipped with a steel door and a chair in the middle, restrains tied to the chair.

Scott laid Stiles down in the chair, tying him down.

"You sure about this?" Malia asked worriedly.

"Despite the ritual we can be only sure who is in control once he wakes up. And even if Stiles is in control he will be a Nogitsune. A dark fox spirit, it can be hard for them to control themselves, even in the best of times"

Scott winced, Deaton had told everyone what the ritual would mean after Stiles decided he would do it.

Stiles would no longer be human.

That alone frightened him but not him, he was frightened for Stiles.

A selfish part of him was thinking, what if Stiles no longer wants to be friends?

"So, now we wait?" Lydia asked.

"Now we wait" Deaton agreed.

When Stiles started to feel aware again, his ears attuned to sounds he'd never thought he'd hear, insects singing in the night, worms moving underneath the soil, cars driving near the road but he'd been sure they weren't that close to the road?

He breathed in through his nose, knew smells overwhelmed him. A wet dog smell that Stiles wrinkled his nose at, wolf, a strangely familiar smell that he didn't know what it was,fox, a scent of decay and death yet strangely it wasn't a bad smell, banshee, his mind supplied him the names of what he could smell, even though he had no idea how his mind would know that, another smell like wet dog yet fainter and far more appealing, coyote and one more smell, a scent of hot spice and mystery…magic, druid

But then their was a more delicious smell that scented the air around him, it was very faint but there, like him smelling fish and chips when he was hungry.

And he was starving right now.

"His waking up" He heard.

Stiles eyes fluttered open, noticing at first the restraints that he was tied in and where he was.

His eyes were sharper, taking in every speck of dirt in the air, every mini crack in the walls to the smallest ones his human eye sight wouldn't have been able to pick up on.

"Stiles?" He heard worriedly.

Stiles finally focused on who was talking, realising while he'd been admiring his new eye sight they'd probably asked him a couple of questions by now and he probably should have responded.

But it was like he'd been reborn, everything looked so different and it was so hard to concentrate.

Stiles relaxed a little as he saw it was just Deaton and Scott…

Scott was closer to him, looking really worried.

"You stink buddy" Was the first thing that came from his mouth.

Mmm, he should really work on filtering things, thats probably not what you are meant to say after you'd been turned into a nogitsune but hey it was the truth.

Deaton and Scott who had looked very tensed up both relaxed quickly as he said this, Scott chuckled more in relief than anything else.

"How do you feel Stiles?" Deaton asked him carefully.

How did he feel…?

Hungry…

Starving…

Feed…feed…

How was he this hungry? His stomach ached. His veins burned.

So hungry.

"Hungry" Stiles breathed out.

His nostrils flared, taking in that delicious scent in the air but that was just teasing him, where was it coming from?

"Sure, I'm sure I can-" Scott started to say, turning around.

Deaton held out his hand "I don't think he means human food Scott"

Stiles blinked, of course he meant human food? Why would he…?

Stiles stared at Deaton confused who assured Scott over to him, suddenly getting out the knife he'd cut himself with, Stiles cringed away from him.

Not looking at Stiles he told Scott to hold his hand out and to grap on to Stiles own.

Then without warning Deaton dug the knife into Scotts arm, who yelped in pain, both of them were about to pull away to demand what Deaton was doing then Scott stiffened, eyes widening.

Stiles looked where Scott was looking and his eyes widened, black veins like when Scott was taking peoples pain away were leaving Scotts wound, circling down his arm, into his hands.

Stiles couldn't help but stare at the veins, his eyes focusing on them with a strange hunger.

Then they reached Scotts fingertips, then pulled from him to Stiles own hand, as soon as Stiles felt and saw black veins in his own hand, going up him arm, from Scott, a slice of pain ran through his body, feeling the pain Scott was feeling but he didn't just feel pain.

Ecstasy….

Pleasure…

Satisfaction…

Power…

The more pain he took, the more these feelings heightened, overwhelming the pain. Stiles wasn't aware his grasp of Scott had tightened incredibly so, with a strength, he never used to have.

It was a rush.

A rush he didn't want to end any time soon but he soon felt Scotts arm being ripped away from his grasp.

The feelings quickly dying, left over a small tingle of power running through his veins and satisfaction, his hunger sated for now.

Stiles gasped for breath, suddenly realising he must have stopped breathing while he'd been taking Scotts pain.

He closed his eyes, feeling a knew sense of power and strength inside him.

"Oh…" He whispered, unable to form any words to describe what that had felt like and how he was feeling now.

Slowly he opened his eyes to see Scott watching him, shock written on his face, Stiles gave him a weak smile but it almost felt like a smirk than a smile, the way his lips moved up in a different way than he meant it to.

No wonder Void had liked taking Scotts pain so much, that had felt…amazing.