Stiles runs to the corner of the room, heart pounding in his chest as the sweat runs down his forehead in his last chosen destination to lure in his prize, sharp fangs aching to taste the flesh of tan skin on the werewolf who's unknowingly in a reversed role play game of stalker and prey.
The alpha's eyes are simply glowing with complacent victory as the vampire gulps loudly, playing the victim card in an oscar winning performance when he's successfully backed into a corner with no possible escape. The werewolf even takes a moment to appreciate his position, tracking his nervous fidgeting movements closely before licking his lips to say,
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way Stiles..."
The smile that threatens to break across his face is covered by a facade of warning hisses, baring his fangs, Stiles crouches down at the ready, all his senses on high alert, sizing up his meals appetizing lean, muscle mass as he saunters closer, muscles rippling as he approaches in a seductive and confident stride that makes Stiles want to pounce, but he resists, waiting for his prey to come to him.
The alpha comes closer and closer now standing just an arm's length away, the heat radiating off his body in waves and revealing itself through the sheen layer of sweat covering his broad chest. His scent now caramelized to a burnt amber aroma of lust stronger than he has ever had the honor of smelling, overwhelming his hyper-vigilant senses. He stands straighter, holding on to his last few minutes of control.
Feeling Derek's eyes racking up and down his body, he breathlessly inhales, so turned on, Stiles swears if he'd so much as flexed his abdomen he'd cum untouched. Luckily for him that's when Derek decides to break, nose flaring and snarling loudly, he forcefully pushes the vampire up against the wall, arms and legs caging him in. He grabs at Stiles face, moving in to whisper in his ear.
"I don't want to hurt you…"
The alpha leans their foreheads together, running his thumb across Stiles's bottom lip which Stiles trails after with his tongue unable to resist tasting the delicious flesh this close up. He gasps as their lips brush, eyelashes fluttering close at the contact but before he can lean in, Derek's picking him up and throwing him back onto the bed.
"Fuck..." Stiles huffs out as Derek straddles him, forcing his hands above his head in a steel tight grip. He doesn't even flinch as Derek's reaching over him with one hand to snap closed metal wrist cuffs, which he tries to break instantly from curiosity but is pleasantly surprised when the restraints automatically lock back, enabling him from moving his hands away.
He whimpers a little delirious from the loss of blood to his head. He thrusts up into Derek's weight, moaning loudly as his dick finally, finally brushes up against Derek's ass and it's absolutely glorious! Derek growls in retaliation, pushing his face into the bed he grinds his jean covered ass down hard on Stiles's dick. The high whine that comes out of his throat is completely involuntary, throwing his head back in ecstasy he's practically busting it right there melting into the silk sheets.
"Pleaseee! Derek oh my god..." He begs at the alpha's wolfish grin. But then Derek's swinging off him in one fluent motion, making Stiles cry out from the loss of contact.
When Derek's muscled Triskelion tattoo back comes into focus, he's opening the doors of some metal supply closet off to the side. The things practically overflowing with all sorts of torture and bondage looking devices that have Stiles instantly testing the restraints automatic lock feature, trying with all his might to rip them off.
Flailing his arms and legs he decides to flip over onto his front side, facing the restraints, he kneels and sits up on his knees trying to use his legs and arms to rip the restraints off the wall. The crack of the whip against his ass catches him by surprise though, having him shrieking loudly, jumping, and flailing he falls to his side unable to move his hands.
"See. That hurt a little, didn't it?" Derek says with an evil smirk. He saunters over to his side. Stiles whimpers, heartbeat pounding loudly in his chest. He blushes, embarrassed from the feeling of the whip slashing through his pants and already healed bared ass.
He doesn't trust his voice to speak, still in shock from the experience. Derek huffs out a laugh, his breath ghosting lightly over Stiles face. His leather gloved hand, runs over his exposed ass, massaging it before squeezing it tightly and slapping it hard, causing Stiles to moan loudly, thrusting desperately into the bed.
"You like that?" Derek whispers into his ear, he shivers, goosebumps break across his arms and back. "I can't hear you…" The alpha says, running his fingers along his exposed hole.
"Fuck yeah, Derek please..." He says breathlessly, pushing up into the werewolf's fingers for more.
"Good. Because I'm not done with you yet…" Derek says, in a deep rumble, voice barely human. Stiles nods eagerly, rolling over to his front again, he sticks his ass up and braces himself for another hit.
Derek snarls then, slapping his ass hard. He cries out, falling back on the bed from the pleasurable stinging, numbness sensation. Spanking was definitely a new kink he planned on exploiting in the future, which he thinks shouldn't be too hard since getting under the werewolf's skin seemed to be an awesome talent of his. He grinds into the mattress, trying to give his dick some relief, the friction sending body spasms of pleasure through him as he groans loudly into the pillow.
The alpha whips him across the ass again making him cry out. He arches his back forward out of reflex, Derek using that opportunity to flip the vampire over onto his back. He gasps,
"Shit! Derek Ugh!…" Stiles yells out. Derek whips him over his exposed chest, over his sensitive nipples, and on the under side of his arms. He cries out, as the whip slashes through the material of his red hoodie, and hunting gear. He shutters at the stinging sensation over his nipples.
Completely submerged in subspace, he arches off the bed for more but Derek's on top of him again, straddling and forcing him to lay back down. The alpha leans down to lick at the exposed slashes of skin, hot tongue licking and lapping at his sensitive underarms first before his lips ghost over Stiles's nipples.
"Oh fuck..." Derek blows against each one. He squirms, the dull ache only intensifying with every blow. He tauntingly tries to push away from Derek's mouth, knowing that Derek would be a good dom and relieve him.
The werewolf leans down slowly, Stiles watching in a trance as his hot tongue licks all so good at the angry red erect nipples softly, covering each one with saliva. He whines squirming under Derek's weight and kicking his legs out in frustration as the werewolf teases him.
"Derek, oh my god!" The alpha huffs out a laugh before he bites down on his right nipple with his teeth making Stiles cry out loud, eyes blurring with tears while arching off the bed, but Derek's warm mouth covers it in an instant, sucking viciously at it and relieving him once more.
He moans thrusting up but getting no relief since the werewolf's thighs are settled around his stomach and not around his waist. Derek does the same with the left nipple, which has him transforming, biting down on his bottom lip with his fangs.
Nearly half deranged now, Derek lets go of his other nipple with a slick pop and leans over him, arms resting on either side of his head. The alpha's red eyes are half lidded, watching him, brushing their lips together but the vampire catches them angrily, kissing him deeply and biting at his lips in desperation.
Their tongues sliding together oh so perfectly good until Derek's leaning away, mouthing at the underside of Stiles jaw and rubbing his scruff against the sensitive skin of his neck.
"Fuck me, Derek. Pleasseee." He cries out in protest. Derek finishes sucking a hickey into the skin around his shoulders as he sits up. Gloved hand caressing the side of his face. The werewolf runs his thumb across Stiles's red swollen bottom lip that he catches easily and sucks on, moaning as his cheeks hollow around it.
The alpha watches with half lidded eyes and mouth slightly open, his other hand coming down to unzip his black jeans. With Derek's thumb still in his mouth Stiles groans, thrusting his hips up as he watches the werewolf take out his cock.
Thick, uncircumcised, and perfectly hung, Stiles mouth drools over its beauty. The precum was spilling from its deep redhead and slick with it, begging for him to suck on. The alpha takes his thumb out of his mouth and uses both hands to slip his black jeans slightly lower on his hips, showcasing his amazing muscled V-line.
"Mmm yeah, give me that beautiful cock." He says greedily, licking his lips, he watches the werewolf hand tightly squeeze the head, spilling even more precum over its tip. Derek huffs out a breathless laugh,
"You want this? You want my cock down your throat?" He frantically nods, sitting up a bit and shamelessly sticking out his tongue. The alpha rolls his eyes, pushing up his pants, leaving just the head peeking out when he moves off Stiles again.
"What? No! No! No!" Stiles whimpers, watching the werewolf grab onto the whip and running it through his leather gloved hands.
"Tell me where you put the pendant," Derek says with an arched brow. Stiles groans.
"Oh c'mon! Please, I'll show you where I put it if you untie me. I promise!" He says, squirming in his restraints.
"Tell me where it is or I'll keep you here until the next full moon! Tell me where it is!" The alpha growls, whipping Stiles nearly inches away from his dick and twice on either leg.
"Ugh, Fuck! Oh god, ok! Ok!" He cries out flailing on the bed, quivering from the pleasure pains of his body stitching itself back up. Once able to fully speak words again, he croaks out,
"It's at my dad's house. I swear! I promise you, it's at my dad's house." He says panting, throwing his head back in defeat knowing there was no way out of this. Derek was a walking lie detector like all supernatural beings were and he'd spot the skip in his heartbeat the moment the lie left his lips. The alpha sighs deeply, crossing his arms and displaying his amazing biceps.
"Ok. I'll believe you right after this…" The room swirls as Derek manhandles him, flipping him back over to his front. Stiles sees Derek's arm lift and braces himself. The whip hits him over his legs and ass a few more times before Stiles's hunter's pants are completely shredded to pieces but he couldn't care less because then Derek's coming back.
Straddling his thighs, the werewolf takes his sweet time providing aftercare to him, massaging, licking, and sucking hickeys into the back of his thighs lovingly. He trembles in delight the whole way through.
Suddenly sitting up Derek walks over to the end of the bed, right out of Stiles line of sight to hook his forearms around his thighs and drags him closer, burying his face in his ass.
Stiles gasps as the alpha grabs onto his hole with his mouth sucking on it until it's pulsing with need. The werewolf's slick tongue slides skillfully and relentlessly inside leaving Stiles helplessly thrusting into the bed as he continues to devour him.
All he's able to do is let out weak whimpers and sobs into the pillow, unable to hold on any longer. But the next thing he knew the alpha's slick tongue massaging his hole is gone, flipping him over onto his back, he rips off the last remaining fabric of his hunter's pants, and swallows down his cock to its base.
He blacks out as he cums, spilling all his hot seed inside Derek's mouth. Gulping him down with ease, the alpha's red eyes watch him from under his lashes. He thrusts up in short jerks as the werewolf's throat and lips milk out the cum from his mind blowing orgasm. Blinking away the tears from his eyes Stiles shutters, his dick pulsing with aftershock.
The alpha's blurry form lifts off him and kneels, wiping the rest of Stiles' cum into his mouth, the obscene noise of him lapping Stiles cum off his fingers and deep rumbles of pleasure are enough for Stiles spent dick to twitch in interest once again.
"Holy shit..." Is the only thing he can muster, gazing up at the sex god that is Derek Hale in his half naked glory.
"I want some more," Derek states not even giving him the chance to argue, not that he would.
Stiles just stares in awe, still in a daze from one of his best, if not THE best, orgasm he has ever had in his whole immortal life. Goddamn, this was one for the history books and he finds himself unable to regret any of his vampire life's decisions up until this point, barely registering the loud bang on the door until Derek's crimson eyes leave him to look over at the back of the room.
The sound of the security code being activated has the werewolf practically teleporting to the door, medal security locked door bursting open and purple smoke is all Stiles sees before Derek goes down and standing in his place is none other than the one and only Lydia Martin with a wicked smile on her face.
"Ly…Lydia?" He croaks out, still out of it as she comes over to his side and looks over the restraints, finding something off to the side that has him unlocked in an instant.
He instantly sits up, looking over at Derek unconscious on the floor.
"Is…Is he dead?" Stiles says, heart dropping as he looks at Lydia's unimpressed face.
"No Stiles. Your lover boy is not dead. I just used a bit of wolfsbane. He'll be conscious in a few hours. Here." Lydia hands him a new pair of clothes. He quickly puts on a red plaid long-sleeve shirt, and black jeans. Slipping one of the many runes designed rings off her finger, Lydia hands it to him.
"Thank you. Are these Scotts?" Stiles asks, sniffing them.
"Yeah, he's waiting outside for us. We have to go. I don't know how long Peters going to take before he notices I left him at the mall."
Stiles shakes his head, smiling at himself at Lydia's antics as he follows her out. He winces to himself at how bad he must smell. Ugh, Scotts going to have a field day with him. As soon as they get into Scott's yellow Ferrari in the garage,
"Duuude Congratulations!" echos off the walls with all of Scott's enthusiasm.
"Scott shut up and drive!" He says, blushing furiously in his passenger seat.
Pulling out at record timing they almost make a clean getaway until they're driving down the road and pass Peters silver Lamborghini Minotauro.
"Fuck!" Scott yells as Stiles looks back over his shoulder, watching Peter swiftly swerve around and excel towards their direction.
"Hold on!" Scott yells, he gets locked into place by the automatic harness like seatbelt. Scott lets go of the steering wheel and presses autopilot on the dashboard's touch screen. In an instant, the cars lifting off the ground, he gasps, looking in the rearview mirror as the tires disappear and the car is levitating 10 feet, already off the ground.
"Dude! This is sick!" Stiles yells childishly. The true alpha smiles at him and nods,
"Yeah this is a new Ferrari model, Peter's driving the older version! I'm glad I finally get to try this baby out!" Stiles laughs and shakes his head at Scott's smug face.
"Uh guys, he's like right behind us…" Lydia says, they both turn to look behind them at Peters silver Lamborghini less than a foot away.
"Shit!" Stiles and Scott yell at the same time, looking at each other they both burst out laughing. Scott pulls on the lever and propels them through the air like a bullet. He laughs as Scott swerves them right and left through the preserve. Once reaching the borders of town Lydia yells out another one of her brilliant ideas,
"Scott head towards the glass towers!" Instantly pulling the lever, they slow down, descending lower to the ground in an instant. Stiles looks in the rearview mirror, Peters silver Lamborghini long gone. He sighs deeply in relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead, he looks out to the skyscrapers, getting more and more lavish looking as they fly past.
"Where the hell are we?" He asks in amazement. Lydia snorts in amusement,
"Welcome to the extreme elitist humble abode here in Beacon Hills."
"You know about the counsel too? Why am I the only one finding out about this now?" He says annoyed, looking at Scott who tightens his jaw at the mention of them. Lydia sighs,
"Trust me. I had no idea too until Peter took me to one of their little soirees this morning. From what Peter has told me they're all just corrupt gangsters, human, drug, and bot trafficking, well you name it really. They took over Beacon Hills when the human population dropped down to 5% and of course, Peter being the businessman he is owns all these buildings…"
"What! No way!" He looks over at the true alpha for confirmation and from the deep sigh along with the white knuckled grip he has on the steering wheel, his disapproval is clear.
"Scott?" The werewolf slows down the car considerably as they come to a stop at an in close structure of modern styled, glass buildings. Stiles looks around and notices how Scott's chosen position allows him to see the full perimeter around them.
"Smart move Scotty." Glancing back at the alpha who's running a hand through his hair roughly.
"What's wrong?…" Stiles asks hesitantly. Scott sighs, looking at him with alpha red eyes,
"Sorry, it's just…every time I think of how Peter's housing those monsters I lose it a bit. It's sick." He sighs and leans back in his chair,
"Damn…" Stiles shakes his head. He has seen pretty much all of it throughout the years. The human slaves, demonic possessions, and the destruction of the law-enforcement. Hell, at one point he even contributed to the chaos because he remembered what humans were like and he hated them.
The destruction humans had caused the earth, the environment, and to the supernatural beings around them was unfathomable and irreversible. And if Stiles was to be brutally honest he still didn't believe in humankind. Stripping them of their human rights was a bit harsh he admits but if he was asked how he would've handled it, he couldn't come up with a better answer. They destroyed practically everything! Scott basically reads his mind as he says,
"Humans are terrible but they don't deserve this. We are all part of this planet and destruction only occurs when one species thinks they're better than the other. Like seriously, have we learn nothing from history? Everything has gone to shit..."
"Exactly…" Lydia says, from the back as Stiles smiles and looks behind him. Coughing in his hand as he says hypocrite under his breath. Scott laughs then, glancing back at Lydia through the rearview mirror.
"Hey! My relationship with Peter is purely just sexual! A onetime thing at that…or maybe a 5 time thing. Ok if we're being honest. I've lost count how many times…" Scott and Stiles laugh out loud as Lydia continues,
"But I'm fully aware. I should've drained him and been done with it."
"Haha Lydia, we're just joking. I really shouldn't be talking..." He blushes thinking of leaving the younger Hale there on the floor. If Derek didn't hate him before, he definitely does now.
Scott groans, "Please guys, keep the details to yourselves ok? We need to stay focused. Aren't we getting the pendant?" He sighs, sitting back and grabbing his seat to brace himself.
"Yeah, I guess we are. It's at my dad's house." Scott nods, putting the car in gear and speeding out of there. He doesn't need to tell Scott where to go, they make it over to the far left side of town where their old neighborhood use to be getting there in great timing but as they approach, his heart drops. Looking around in shock at the barren land he can't help but look for any signs of life. Everything was truly and utterly obliterated with no civilian houses in sight.
"Let me out…" Stiles says, quietly. Scott glances at him and immediately lowers the car, transforming it back to its original form. Getting out, Stiles stumbles over his feet, walking over and falling to his knees. He grazes his hand over some of the scorched marks left over. Feeling a strong hand on his shoulder, he says,
"It's gone. Everything's gone Scott…" Stiles says looking up at the true alpha who has tears in his eyes, looking over to the obliterated remains of their old neighborhood. Scott sniffs and nods,
"Yeah...I...I'll never forget it," Scott says looking back down at him as he squeezes his shoulder reassuringly.
"This is an act of war. That house was the only remaining thing I had left of my dad…Our house…the pendant...It's gone." He says, feeling an overwhelming sense of numbness wash over him. Scott kneels down beside him and puts an arm around his shoulders, pushing him closer to his chest so they are hugging as Scott says in his ears.
"I'm here with you now, Stiles. Right here. I'll always be here to look after you if I can help it. You'll never be alone okay? I promise." He closes his eyes, leaning into Scott's hold as he sighs deeply.
"You swear?" Scott nods, rubbing his back and at that moment, he was hugging his dad.
Stiles brings his arms around Scott to make the hug last for a little longer as the memory fades and Scott pats his back. Standing up, the true alpha reaches out his hand, which Stiles takes, both of them walking back to the car in silence. The harness comes around him automatically again. He feels Lydia hug him from behind, laughing out loud, he caresses her arm.
"Thanks, Lydia." Stiles smiles at her as Lydia moves to the other side of the car to hug Scott.
"You need one too," Lydia says as Scott smiles and blushes like a dork.
He sighs contently, "Ok! Enough hugging! We've got a job to do!" Lydia and Scott laugh as they're once again heading back into the preserve. The sun was setting as they make their way through town, Stiles leaning back and watching the Skyscrapers of Beacon Hills pass them by when he asks,
"You don't think they have the pendant, do you?" Scott glances at him,
"The council? I doubt it. They wouldn't know what to do with it…"
"Or maybeee they do. Guys, we have company!" Lydia says sitting up suddenly and looking out the window.
"Someone's following us?" He glances over to the review mirror and sure enough, there were two hover motorcycles following them about five feet behind.
"Shit! We need to lose them! Scott!"
"Hold on!" Scott yells as they propel forward, the surroundings zipping past them when they enter the preserve.
Scott tries everything to lose them, swerving through the trees and under low bridges but they won't get off their tail.
"Lydia, got any bright ideas?" Stiles yells behind him. Lydia yells back,
"We need to stop! It's useless trying to lose them. Their androids!"
He sighs deeply, knowing she was right. Androids would know the area better than any of them, their built in GPS routers, powered by the satellites in space would give them exact coordinates to take to give them an advantage against their targets.
Scott swerves around again and flies to a nearby road, lowering the car to a stop on the ground. Getting out immediately Scott, Stiles and Lydia stand together as they wait for the androids to land. His hands already twitching with the need to kill.
The androids get off their bikes in one fluent motion, but something in their movements has him thinking that maybe they were something else but oh god, does Stiles hate when he's right.
Taking off their helmets he grimaces as their human dead eyes stare back at them. Rotting skin splotchy with decay and teeth rotten and yellow as they look between them. This is what happens when Demons possess human bodies, killing them from the inside out as their host drains the life force out of them.
"If it isn't the leeches of hell! Come to say hi and welcome your fellow brethren to the community?" He says, with a sly smirk. The one with the missing eye laughs hoarsely, deep and inhuman, coughing up blood in his efforts.
Scott tenses by his side, hands curling and knuckles white. He knew they didn't have much time before Scott attacked so he decided to just end it himself before things got out of hand.
His claws drip with black blood as he holds the human possessed, rotting heart in his hand, glaring at the other Demon who roars, lunging towards him but before he can tear its heart out of its chest cavity, Scotts snapping its neck and ripping its head off. He laughs as Scott growls, looking back at Stiles with shifted red eyes, he gives him a toothy grin.
Stiles and Scott step back as the Demon's true black, shapeless forms sink into the earth, disappearing into the ground and killing the living grass around it.
"They'll come back for us. We need to warn the others." He says, glancing back at Scott and Lydia as they both pull out their phones and start texting. Their phones start vibrating in an instant, both of them picking up immediately.
Scott says, "Derek?"
"Yeah, I got your text." Derek's voice coming through the phone responds. Stiles relaxes in relief momentarily as he listens to their call.
"Get out of there!" Derek says angrily. Scott looks at him immediately with concern as he nods,
"Ok, meet you at the house?" Scott asks hesitantly.
"Go now, Scott." Scott hangs up and looks at him with concern when Lydia comes over still on the phone, motioning for them to get into the car. Scott races down to the Hales estate.
"Allison stay there! You hear me?" Lydia yells as Scott speeds down the now dusk road.
"What? I can't hear you, Allison!" Lydia says over the phone as he glances behind at her before getting jolted forward as Scott yells shit before breaking. Nearly inches away from Allison whose standing in the middle of the street, gaping, still clutching onto the phone, her other hand holding her crossbow. She jumps in excitement as they make their way out of the car and over to her.
"Allison are you out of your mind?" Stiles yells running over and hugging her, looking her over to make sure she's not hurt, possessed, or drugged. She laughs, giving him a reassuring smile as she pushes him away, hugging Lydia.
"You scared the crap out of us Allison! Where is everyone? Why are you by yourself?" Lydia asks. Stiles looks around for any other members of his clan. Allison shakes her head, smile replaced with stern eyes as she says,
"Right well we all split up during our hunt to avoid getting followed, but when I got your texts I knew you guys had to be close by so I was hoping to catch you guys on your way to the Hales." Stiles shakes his head at her, smirking, thankful that Allison was one of the best trackers in their clan with her background in hunting and specialty in Taekwondo. She was a force to be reckoned with. Lydia sighs deeply, flipping her hair, a sign of nerves he knew all too well as she says,
"Ugh. I need a Xanax…"
He smirks but before he's able to respond a ground shaking howl ricochets through the forest trees. Scott promptly responds, howling loudly, he transforms fully mid-jump, running into the dense forest of the preserve.
"Follow him!" They run after Scott's wolf form. Scotts fully shifted wolf, covered in chocolate dark brown hair and red eyes make it easy to track him. Running deep into the forest, he makes sure to cover them from the back in case something decided to attack them.
Running along he doesn't even realize the different route they've taken until they make it into the clearing a few hours later. Standing in an unknown part of the woods, Stiles walks over to Scott's side whose growling and snarling at an invisible object in front of him.
"Isn't there someone else you guys can torture?!" He yells, transforming himself, red bloodshot sclera and protruding veins around his eyes, he lets his fangs elongate as he hisses, crouching down ready to attack.
An inhuman dark laugh surrounds them as several other black shadows form right before their eyes, so dark they appear solid with their opaqueness as the grass around them lights on fire. Standing in front of them were what appeared to be black-cloaked figures but if looked closely, only held more darkness. Eliminated by the fire, he only catches the shadowy figure flicker before it's standing right in front of him.
"Probably, but we've chosen you…" Stiles hisses, the cloaked figure unveiling itself as his dad.
He claws through its neck as it disappears through his fingers like smoke.
Demons were truly pathetic, deviant little things. He smiles at the other Demons who turn in his direction.
Stiles knew how Demons worked, being a Vampire gave him an advantage because his kind was able to see them. The little faults in their disguised human bodies, sense their darkness, withstand their touch, and just as easily kill them.
See, Vampires although still able to function like the living were still actually dead, making them supernatural beings who stood between the realms of the living and the afterlife. The only difference between Vampires and Demons were their energy sources, souls vs blood, such a fine line…
When he sees the dark shadow appear in front of Scott, he lunges himself in front of it before its able to touch him. Scott still being vulnerable to its power, the cloaked figure disappears, standing near the other like forms.
"You know Vampire. We Demons pity you. Living life's heaviest burden must be tiring. To live this life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh, must return to you and all in the same succession and sequence. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over again and again and you with it no more than a speck of dust!"
He looks over at Lydia, her eyes wide as her jaw tightens, obviously toying with her fears. The demons clearly aware who the real threat was here. He smirks shaking his head at their carelessness as he says,
"Hey, do yourself a favor and stop talking right now."
Another wretched howl resonates through the air but this time, much closer and louder, shaking the ground and through Stiles's very bones. His instincts telling him it's Derek's as Scott howls back, running past the Demons who laugh wickedly.
"Scott!" Stiles warns as the shadows follow him. He runs after them, knowing Lydia and Allison were close behind. Laughing into his ears Stiles snarls, catching up to a shadow and clawing through it. Running with all his might to catch up but when Stiles finally finds the true alpha, it's too late.
Stiles gasps, slowing himself to a halt and looking at the dark cloaked Demon standing over Derek's unconscious body as a group of possessed humans chant a Latin spell in a circle around them, which he translates to, " Here in the Forest, Dark and Deep. I offer you eternal Sleep ,"
The other wolves transformed and howling helplessly as they circle the group of possessed humans. He looks around and sure enough, Isaac, Danny, and Jackson are knocked out cold. Allison runs over to them in an instant, inspecting their wounds. He hisses loudly, running up to them about to attack before the cloaked shadow turns to him,
"Don't come near Vampire unless you want to join him." In that instant Derek screams in bloody agony, contorting on the floor as the Triskelion tattoo on his back swirls like it's alive. He swallows,
"He means nothing to me. Why do you think I took the pendant? It's mine now and when I find it, I'm going to kill the person who's taken it from me. You can go ahead and tell the counsel that too."
"Listen, Vampire…" The Demon says but Stiles interrupts,
"No, you listen to me! Undo this curse, or I'll show you things worse than any death imaginable!" He yells in anger, ripping out the heart of one of the possessed and throwing the bloody heart to the ground. The Demon laughs,
"Is that a challenge? Don't you know not to play with the Devil, he always cheats." His eyes widen as the Demon vanishes in thin air, the alpha yelling out in pain again. The circle lifts their linked hands together when there's a sudden burst of flames and they're gone, Derek along with them. A loud ear piercing boom sound vibrates the forest ground like a bomb went off as the wind whips his face.
Stiles's scream no fades in his ears as the loud ringing momentarily deafens him. He falls to the ground from the earthquake. The vibration so strong he feels the earth cracking underneath him. Looking around Lydia's blurred out form stands motionless in front of him, the world slowly tuning back in and all he's able to hear is Lydia's piercing scream.
Sitting up instantly, he only has a few seconds to register what's happening as the ground falls underneath him. Stiles realizing for the first time that the cliff they were standing on was literally breaking off the mountain. He crouches down, looking around the unconscious bodies fly past him and off the cliff. The sound of them hitting the water the only warning Stiles has until he's bracing himself and falling off as well.
When Stiles body slams into the lake down below, there's a moment of dysphoria as he opens his eyes and looks around him, only coming back to reality when he spots Scott's unconscious body floating near by. He quickly swims over to him, looking around but not being able to see anyone else due to the murky water.
Coming up for air, he hears his name being called, looking around and seeing Allison waving at him from over on the shore. He pulls Scott's unconscious body along until their back on dry land and Stiles is trying to give him the Heimlich maneuver. Everything goes quiet except for his heartbeat pounding through his ears as Scott continues to not breathe.
Stiles's hands tremble as he pumps at his chest, over and over but gets no response. It's only when he gets pushed back by Danny that he realizes he's having a full blown panic attack.
Heartbeat deafening, he shakes uncontrollably unable to catch his breath. He curls in on himself, watching Danny perform the Heimlich maneuver to Scott until he's leaning over to listen to his heart and shaking his head at Jackson, who throws Scott's lifeless body over his shoulder.
Isaac comes over to him and forces him to stand, putting his arm around his shoulder but then he's succumbing to the ringing in his ears, fainting in Isaac's hold. When he wakes up again, he's looking up at his formal living room's ceiling, eliminated by the fireplace. He sits up.
"Stiles…" Allison says, smiling sadly and looking down at him. She sits next to him and puts an arm around his shoulders.
"How are you feeling?" He runs a shaky hand through his hair, looking anywhere but at her, he swallows hard.
"I'm fine Allison. Just great…" Allison sighs deeply, rubbing his back.
"Scotts in the other room if you want to see him. The packs staying with us for the next couple of days. We agreed to help each other find out who's responsible for this." He nods numbly, watching as Allison leaves, standing up and walking over to the door, he reaches for the doorknob just as it's being twisted and pulled open. Stiles steps back.
"Hey," Scott says, smirking and closing the door from behind him. Stiles eyes widen looking him over. He pulls Scott in for a hug instantly, holding him tight to his chest, it's only then that he lets himself feel.
Bursting out into tears, Scott hugs him just as tightly, rubbing his back as he just sobs and sobs, unable to even speak, he lets go of all the pent up misery of actually thinking he'd lost Scott forever. He pushes Scott away after a few minutes, laughing at himself for not being able to stop the tears rolling down his face. Scott wipes at his eyes too, though looking at Stiles worryingly.
He shrugs, huffing out a laugh as he says,
"Fuck, humanity isn't all it's cracked up to be." Scott's concerned eyes widen with the realization of what Stiles just said.
"Seriously?" Scott says in amazement, a huge goofy smile breaking across his face. Stiles shrugs sheepishly.
"Love makes people do stupid things, Scotty." Scott's jaw drops,
"Oh my god! That's so awesome! Love you too bro!" Scott says, smiling widely as he pushes the vampire playfully. Stiles glares at him before putting Scott in a headlock.
"Don't you ever do that again! You hear me!" He yells as Scott laughs out loud, making pretend choking noises before Stiles pushes him away. Both of them laugh as they walk out of the room. Making their way down the hall, Stiles hears Peter's harsh whispering from the open doors of the library. He glances at Scott who nods in agreement and follows him, walking straight in on Lydia and Peter's conversation.
"Hmm what do we have here? The only Hale left standing, unharmed and still conscious, what a coincidence." Stiles says. Peter's jaw tightens, rolling his eyes.
"Not that you care since you said, oh what were the words? Oh right, that he means nothing to you. I have faith that my nephew will be alright. He's too stubborn to die." Peter says nonchalantly, leaning back against the desk. Lydia slams the book she's been reading closed from behind him. Peter visibly flinches away from the desk when she stands while giving him a murderous glare.
"It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I'll give you two..." The werewolf looks at her with wide eyes, mouth gaping, looking lost between wanting to say something and thinking better of it. Stiles laughs out loud before deciding to spare him,
"I think it's best if he stays here where I can keep an eye on him."
Peter scoffs. Lydia straightens and nods, giving him a tight lipped smile before leaving the room with a book held against her chest. He could practically feel the anxiety radiating off of her when she passes, quickly leaving the room without a word. Stiles watches as she goes in worry, feeling like he's missed a signal or something. Peter tries to follow but Stiles grabs his arm before he's able to leave.
"If you hurt her…" He warns before Peters ripping his hand away from his hold and seamlessly replicates the Hales sassy signature move, rolling his eyes,
"You'll castrate me? Don't worry about it. I'm more afraid of her than you."
"As you should be," Stiles says, stepping away to allow the wolf a clear path of escape.
Peter smiles at him, flashing his electric blue eyes but wisely chooses to leave. Scott sighs deeply once Peter's out of earshot next to him.
"Stiles what are you going to do? Without Derek…" He huffs out a frustrated breath, answering Scott's question before it's even left his mouth,
"I don't know Scott ok? There's no way out of this. We all know the drill. You feed or you die. There's no door number three." Scott sighs again.
"Peters right though. Derek's pretty tough. I know he'll hold up until we find him." Stiles gives him a small smile as Scott pats him on the shoulder. Following Scott out, they walk up to his room. He gives Scott a pair of PJs that he changes into, making his way over to the bed Scott says,
"Aren't you getting in?" Motioning to the bed. He smirks, shaking his head.
"I'm a Vampire Scott. We don't need to sleep. I'll be downstairs, keeping watch." Scott nods and yawns,
"Night Stiles."
"Good Night Scott," Stiles says as he walks out of his room.
He goes down and into the empty kitchen, making his way over to his wine cellar. Looking for his whiskey, he grabs a new glass, popping off the cork, he gracefully drinks straight from the bottle. He walks over to the front entrance and puts the house code in for lockdown. Walking over to the formal living room, he sits down and looks out towards the moon, reflecting on the Demon's words,
"The eternal hourglass of existence is turned over again and again and you with it, no more than a speck of dust."
He admits that there comes a time in every vampire's life when the idea of eternity becomes momentarily unbearable. Living in the shadows, feeding in the darkness with only your own company to keep, it can turn into a solitary hollow existence. Immortality seeming like a good idea, until you realize you're going to spend it alone.
He's never cared to think about how he would die, though he had reason enough in the last few days, he never imagined it'd be like this. Now on the brink of death, not knowing if Derek was even alive or dead, his humanity fighting its way back in, and with the possibility of just starting a war, Stiles has never felt so unprepared.
He takes a swing of his whiskey. He admits there was something bigger going on here, in this town with Derek, Scott, and his clan and for once he actually feels like the universe meant to bring him back here to Beacon Hills. For what Stiles can't even start to imagine but here he is, right back to where it's all begun. The thought alone makes goosebumps spread across his skin and as if Stiles needs more of a reminder of this coincidence, the following scene happening right before his eyes is there to remind him.
He'd been looking out into the preserve for the past few hours, when a shadow moves from the corner of his eye, thinking nothing of it until it moves again, gasping, he stands up.
Gaping, he watches the black wolf's form come out of the shadows and into the light from his spot on the couch. Red eyes looking directly at him when Stiles notices another dark grey wolf following close behind, both pair of red eyes, unmoving as they walk straight towards him...