Staring into Death's eyes was like being sucked into a black hole that he couldn't bear to look away from, no matter how much he'd like to resist. Its icy white eyes still and tantalizing as they continue to stare off into the infinite distance, capturing the fear of its victim's last moments before their lives are stripped from them.
A truly enchanting sight that only the most fortunate were able to see, getting just a glimpse of what otherworldly existence awaits was always an honor to Stiles. After all, it was only in Death's eyes that one could even start to fathom the essence of their own mortality.
Or in Stiles case, taste it…
The endless stream of blood slipping through his lips glides across the side of his cheek and joins into the ever-growing puddle of blood that awaits it. Having lied there for quite some time, Stiles had been anticipating meeting Death soon.
His body was already shutting down his remaining organ functions and allowing the hypothermia to reach his body's limit. The veins on his outstretched hand almost as blue as the skin on the severed head lying across from him.
But of course, starvation would end him soon just how Derek promised it would.
He barely made it to the last 48 hour mark.
His last kill unfortunately too weak to end Stiles himself was lying in pieces all over the damned forest floor of Beacon Hills. There was nothing more his Vampiric nature could do, no amount of human blood he could spill or drink that could quench his undying need for Derek's lycanthrope blood.
The human blood now poison to his Vampiric stomach was coursing through his veins. Filling his lungs with fluid that threatened to suffocate him as his wheezing breaths became evermore shallow. Having hated his Vampiric nature for many centuries, Stiles found it quite fitting for his death to result from the very curse that plagued his life with immortality.
It was so hilariously ironic, Stiles couldn't think of a better way for him to leave this earth.
His mouth twitched to smirk but it only causes him to grimace as the burning in his throat forces him to turn his head slightly, throwing up the last remaining human blood still settled in his stomach. When his dry heaving subsides, his hazy gaze finally tears itself away from the severed head.
Stiles's body somehow finding the strength to turn itself away to stare up at the night sky as if to remind him of the beauty he'll be having to leave behind.
He feels his mouth smirk as he stares longley into the star-studded sky, thinking of how Derek's eyes could rival in their beauty.
It was in those final moments that Stiles found himself finally drifting off into the darkness, like the thought of Derek alone was enough to return Stiles stardust remains back to the cosmos. The faint howling echoing through his ears was like a sweet lullaby whisking him off to sleep.
He felt his consciousness leave his body with a jolt, feeling himself drift through the dark abyss of nothingness; completely at peace.