She loves his scent. Loves it like she loves him. Loves him so hard that when the demon is splitting open her soul, she clings to his memory. To his lips and too big hands, and amber eyes and everything about him that makes her heart do that funny skip. So hard that it hurts even on the good days, that it's like a fire in her chest on the bad. Burning her down, inside and out, till she's nothing except the charred remains of a burned out house, like the Hale house. She loves him in a way that absolutely destroys her. So now in retribution she wants to destroy him, worship him with her love. Till he breaks.

Like she broke.

"Poor little Bambi." Erica coos, bloodied claws running along his face. "All alone now." He curses at her under his breath and she snakes down, sitting on his lap. He doesn't fight it mostly cause he can't, not tied down as he is, and she made sure the knots are extra tight. No little tricks from her sweet old little Batman. "Even dear little Scott didn't stand a chance." She whispered along his skin, grinding down against his body and loving the feel of it. Loving the feel of him. "I ripped out his brains and now he's gone too. Just like Daddy." She murmured against his lips. "Oh well,"Erica grinned and bit at his lip until he bled, the scent of his blood hit her and she shivered with pleasure, hand snaking down to undo his jeans."It's not like he was using them."She cackled and pulled away again.

She flaunted her curves in the blood red dress and grinned at his reaction, somewhere between crying and just breaking. God it was so cute on his face, if only she could've recorded the whole thing like she had with his dad."He begged for mercy you know, for his mom and you know Allison, but never for you. Funny enough, he didn't even bring you up." She's tilting her head again and laughing, cause this feels so good. So free after every bit of hell she's been through. All for him.

"Erica please," He's begging again and it's like fire in her veins, so fucking addicting in such a good way. "Wake up. Wake up dammit, fight him." Stiles is begging, staring straight into her eyes and she straddling him again. Catching his bloody lower lip as she runs her hands over his chest.

"Oh sweetheart." She purrs softly kissing him lightly, hands slipping under his shirt. "It is me." Erica is promising against his lips, "And I love you oh so much." She's moaning into his mouth, hips moving against his in a way that's setting him on fire. "I love your big bad heart." She pulls away as her eyes melt to black flawlessly, "so fucking much Stiles." He's gasping and swallowing, heartbeat speeding up.

"Erica please, please fight him." He's being again and she snarls, claws digging into his skin. Cutting and shearing and it's his scent in the air. Blood soaking her front and his. "Oh god Erica. I love you."

"God isn't here right now." She mouths against his ears and bites harshly, "And Erica, I'm not one of his children anymore anyway." She chuckles as she smells his tears, "See what your love did for me Stiles?" She coos softly and kisses him chastely, "It saved me. Made me better, Daemon couldn't stop hurt me anymore. I beat him." Erica's grinning widely again and leaning in closer, claws breaking bone. "And I just love you so much, Stiles. All I want." Her hand is closing around flesh and she twists as he screams one final time. "Is your heart to be all mine." She's ripping out the flesh and grinning as that bright bright light of his pretty amber eyes is going out. "All mine." Erica bites into flesh and he tastes just as good as he smell. And it's no surprise that she loves that too.