p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Chapter 5: (BraHiEm)/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The cell was damp, cold, the bed metal. Luckily his father had snuck him in a few prison blankets and a flat pillow. Stiles spent a lot of him time pacing during processing, and the rest of his time lying on the cold metal bed. He was growing anxious and antsy, and his hunger was growing again. It had been two days now since he had sex, and a day since he sucked Jordan Parrish off. There was a camera pointed at him, so the only way he'd be able to get what he wanted was if he could convince his dad to let Jordan interrogate him, and somehow get the interaction not filmed. Stiles stood quickly when the door to the room his cell was in, opened, pulled out of his depraved thoughts because his father walked in. The Sheriff was dragging a chair behind him, purposefully placed it a distance from the cell bars from where Stiles was standing. He released a deep, dispassionate sigh, as he sat down outside of his son's cell./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I thought you always said you'd never let this happen," Stiles finally breathed after no longer being able to take the silence between them. The young man leaned against the bars with a slump, thin, long fingers gripping the bars with white knuckles./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles, you're only being charged with assault, you're lucky those two dead people aren't connected to you." The man couldn't look Stiles in the eyes as he spoke, and it was making Stiles' anxiety spike, he wondered what had happened between his conversation with his father and now./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You said you would protect me no matter what!" Stiles jabbed, after what happened with Theo, his father had promised him safety, the man truely believing his son wasn't capable of murder with intent. Things seemed different in this moment, and the answer as to why was not what Stiles had expected./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Chris Argent said you did it intentionally."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles brows furrowed and he sank to sat the floor cross-legged, still gripping the metal bars. "I already explained what happened, and I healed the people that stayed alive. Even the prick that assaulted me and put me behind bars!"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""So you're not denying it was intentional."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles tried to calm himself, looking up with glowing green eyes to the camera as he tried to push his anxiety down. Noah would only respond to calm, he had never been good with rambling, to the point when Stiles had tried to come out as bisexual, the man denied him simply because of the way he dressed. "If I did it intentionally why has no one else died in the past month since the man that beat me almost to death?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I don't know Stiles. Why don't you tell me what's going on exactly so I can decide if I'm going to destroy video evidence?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Dad! I already explained!" He cried desperately. There was video evidence! Evidence that he had assaulted someone, a moment in time Stiles lost to a hunger he didn't understand fully./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You told me barely anything."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I told you everything! Wait," Stiles stood again gripping the bars of the cell his father was keeping him in, bars separating them intentionally. The man actually thought his own son could hurt him. He took a steady breath when a realization dawned on him and he became infuriated. "You told Argent I was the succubus?" Stiles snapped. He gripped the bars harder, he felt outrage, that his dad (probably unintentionally) put him in danger./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles. That's beside the point, tell me what happened with you and that man charging you."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The young succubus stared his father down, unable to go back to his normal brown honey-colored eyes because of the rage and hunger that was now consuming his being. Stiles pressed his forehead into the cold metal bars trying to cool the rage that was bubbling quickly. He felt humiliation spread across him as the succubi realized the only way to escape the cell, would be to tell his father the story of how he ended up in the hospital. So, Stiles went into the details of starving himself, his reasoning for it, not understanding how to control himself, knowing that he may kill someone if he gave in to the hunger. How Stiles' body betrayed him anyway and he blacked out. Told his father of his experience of waking up to being beaten, not understanding how he had ended up where he was or who he was with. Stiles felt ashamed, turning his back to his father. At some point, his piano hands had fallen from the bars and tucked themselves under his armpits. Stiles' jaw was tight as he fought the tears that spilled staring at his cell bed keeping his back to his father, hiding his overwhelming emotions. The succubus hadn't had a chance to deal with how he felt about the assault, nor about killing people, or about being a succubus and this wasn't the moment to do it. Too distraught by his weakness Stiles didn't hear the metal door opening, only reassociating when his father wrapped him in a hug./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I'll destroy the tape, give him a little blackmail about the hate crime he committed… That he was looking to commit. The case will be dropped," Noah assured./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Can I leave then?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles, not until this is cleared."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Can I make my one phone call?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Gonna call a lawyer or something."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You're going to have Derek break you out."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles gave his father a noncommittal shrug in the tight hug he was fully leaning into, enjoying the comfort his only parent provided. The young man watched his father toy with the idea of messing with Derek, fighting him to keep Stiles inside, but if he was going to release his son eventually, he supposed he could do it now./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles, just stay here, Deputy Parrish was the arresting officer so he's going to have to drop the charges to you officially. That way…" Noah started to stop Stiles from arguing, "It doesn't look like the Sheriff's released his son, the charges will be dropped because of the battery charges we'll threaten him with." Stiles melted and hugged his father back tighter. Accepting the large squeeze from the young man, Noah finally pulled away, needing to get on to the paperwork and alert Derek to pick up. When he pulled away he locked Stiles back into his cell and stood by the chair again, hand on his gun. He stared at Stiles for another moment, only a small smile resting on his face before he finally left to get back to work./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Only thirty minutes had passed when Jordan came into the small cell block, Stiles glanced to the camera that had been turned off since his father's interaction with him. The succubus stood up and leaned into the bars with a coy smile, trying to tease the deputy and rile up the hellhound within. Stiles couldn't say he wasn't hungry and whiling to do anything for another snack, he flashed his green eyes before letting them return to his normal hue as he released some pheromones to try to encourage the other to partake in another game./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Come for seconds?" The young succubus purred./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""The charges are being withdrawn by the reporter in lieu of receiving a counter suite of battery from you. The Sheriff's office formally drops the charges of sexual assault against you," Parrish hummed opening the cell door, standing off to the side to let Stiles out. "Your ride is waiting, I don't think he'd appreciate me having another taste of… you."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles waltzed out and gripped the man's left forearm with his right hand tightly, feeling the strong muscles underneath the lax arm. "Thank you for the snack yesterday anyway… And the bed Deputy, maybe I'll see you around," Stiles hummed releasing him. The succubus part of him was hoping Derek heard the little exchange to make him jealous and finally take him the way Stiles was desperate for. "I appreciate you doing your job hellhound… "protecting the supernatural"," Stiles teased a bit more. "I know the way out, don't wait up."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sashayed out, feeling more confident and more in tune with himself than he had his entire life. He was relaxing in his body, feeling the hunger that he had, letting it settle like any normal non-supernatural hunger, and letting the pheromones adjust his body deliciously. The succubus stole looks and received stiffer bodies as he passed, gliding out of the building. On top of really feeling himself, Stiles' father still had his back, despite Chris Argent trying to convince Noah that Succubi weren't innocent. Stiles felt full emotionally. Once out of the office he saw that familiar black Camaro, idling and strode forward faster./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sidled up to the driver's door, leaning in the open window and gave a small smile, quirked up to the side. "Looking for some company?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""We should go have a conversation with Deaton," Derek sighed, clearly annoyed with the angry furrow of his dark eyebrows and the flash of Alpha red eyes Stiles received./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles could feel it. The want that inundated the succubi's senses, and he let it roll through his body to keep a sweet taste while enduring the prospect of a dull topic. The young man moved around the front of the Camaro, slipping into the passenger seat breathing out slowly. The succubus tried to remain calm in light of an impending conversation as well as trying to prevent the manipulation of pheromones his body wanted to release. The brunette tilted his head to look in the backseat, no one was there, and looked to Derek with a small pout. He was so hungry, maybe the young man could convince the wolf to skip the topic for now and feed Stiles. So, the succubus leaned forward a bit, letting his shirt separate from his slim chest, being careful to not touch him or flood him with pheromones. Stiles watched as Derek eyes drifted down his neck and into his shirt where pert nipples were exposed now that his shirt was no longer clinging to his form./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles, you won't distract me," The Alpha murmured, licking his lips slowly. "We can talk about you doing… us doing this, later. We need to confront Deaton, and then the Argents," Derek said flatly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What are we confronting Deaton about exactly?" Stiles asked, his curiosity always besting him. The young man kept his position, however, tilting his neck, drawing the man's eyes back up to the junction where his pulse popped. Derek tore his eyes away and gripped the steering wheel staring out the windshield instead. It was clear that Derek knew something that he thought Stiles didn't know, and was anxious about relaying the information. Which meant he didn't appreciate Stiles distracting him from something potentially traumatic. The posture of the brunette changed and he sat up again, sitting sideways in the passenger seat still, watching the man./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Your mother," Derek finally breathed out when he had Stiles' actual attention./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Oh," the succubus breathed weakly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Silence fell upon the pair, a rarity for Stiles. The young man shifted in his seat to match Derek's distant staring out the windshield as an understanding fell between them. Derek knew what happened to his mother, knowing it was Deaton's fault, completely changed the mood Stiles was in. It was nice that they didn't have to specify with each other, Stiles wouldn't have to go through the pain of finding out what actually happened to his mother all over again, and he and Derek didn't have to create an understanding that Stiles was probably next on Deaton's list. The most frustrating part of all of this was he had just been cleared of charges, Derek and he should be celebrating, not confronting the druid that purposefully killed his mother. This felt like a bad idea, going into the proverbial Druid's den to confront the man about a murder, a murder the druid would likely commit again on Stiles./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why are we meeting at Deaton's if we're confronting him?" Stiles asked, the man had everything he needed in his office to probably incapacitate both of them. It seemed like the worst idea they could come up with./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Scott will be there, so we shouldn't have anything to worry about."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""About that…"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What?" The dark-haired wolf asked, his car slowing down only minutely. Derek was glaring through the windshield as he drove, waiting for the news Stiles was about to blow./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I forgot to talk to Scott," Stiles said flatly, sinking into the leather seat./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What!" Derek growled loudly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Look, I was on my way after I told my dad and your sad boy Isaac just smelled so sad and good. I was hungry and I had been starving myself for a month at that point."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I thought you said our kiss was enough?" Derek growled lower, deeper in his chest. A vibration Stiles could feel throughout his body./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Definitely not, sorry. I thought you were fine with what Isaac and I did? You smelled him and what he did on me, and still defended and kissed me," Stiles asked anxiously. Derek was always the most difficult to read. He understood that maybe scent wise Stiles smelling like another one of his pack might be displeasing, but in the moment, it seemed like it had excited the wolf more. Stiles might have to test further based on how this conversation went./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I… am. I just figured you would come to me and not the pack. I can't be mad, it's your nature, now. Isaac wasn't hurt. You're healthy," the werewolf's hands gripped the steering wheel tight. Stiles took that as a need for further discussion but at a later time, because it definitely seemed like Stiles had no control, and honestly, Stiles wasn't sure he had control. That didn't mean he felt okay hurting Derek, especially since the other was willing to give himself over to Stiles' needs so willingly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sighed quietly and nodded. "You know I," he stared, but Derek's car turned off alerting Stiles to their arrival. The succubus sucked in a breath as he stared at Deaton already standing at the back door waiting for them./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""We'll talk later Stiles, go ahead of me. I'll be there in a second, I just need..." Derek trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned back in his seat/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""...Okay."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Deaton's arms were crossed, radiating contempt Stiles could feel in the car. The succubus stared at the druid, considering his next move. Deaton was the reason his mother was dead. He figured Deaton planned on feeding Stiles the same pills to kill him. And based off of the strong emotions Deaton was emitting, Stiles was about to go into a probably fatal inquisition. The hazel eyes roamed back to Derek, a creature filled with all sorts of smelly emotions that Stiles, at this point, was too anxious to dissect. He grunted as he forced himself out of the sex on wheels and towards the veterinarian's office./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles only exchanged glances with the man as he walked into the open door to the back room of the clinic. The examination table was cleaned off and many herbs and tools had been set out. Stiles recognized most of what Deaton had set out from his research when he, himself, was trying to become a druid and the research he did on what had killed his mother. However, Stiles didn't expect Scott and Chris Argent on either side of the table, looking close to murderous. Stiles backed up, feeling anxiety well up, overpowering his hunger, he could feel the compressive energy in the room. He heard the door lock and his back hit Deaton whose normally gentle hands gripped his toned arms and pushed him forward to the table./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""So, are you planning on dissecting me now? Or are we going to talk civilly?" Stiles asked nervously, "Because there is a whole lot of misinformation spreading in the news these days, you know? I-" His head was bashed against the table to keep him quiet. Thanks to Chris Argent, whose hand was leaving his hair, he heard Scott quietly protest, but not step in./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""There's nothing civil going on here. You're a murderer," Chris Argent growled./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Just like your mother," Deaton chided. All while Stiles' head was spinning from the pain of having been smacked, hard, against metal./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles felt Scott grab his arms, pull him up the table, flip him so his back was on the metal examination table while Chris was strapping Stiles' wrists in. Deaton managed to get Stiles' wildly moving legs and strap them down. The succubus' focus came back and he yelled for Derek, where was he? Did Derek know Stiles was being kidnapped like this? Did he care? Was Derek okay? Stiles turned his focus to Scott, his old best friend. A friend he had through thick and thin from kindergarten to his mother dying, to Scott becoming a wolf. All Stiles could do was appeal to Scott's pure nature, his "True Alpha"-ness./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""It was an accident," Stiles panted, staring in Scott's brown eyes./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Two times is not an accident Stiles," Scott breathed out looking away from the aching hazel ones. "And it's not the first time you've killed someone."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles lurched against the leather binds not using his full strength because he felt betrayal. They had gotten passed this, they all had. Or at least, Scott acted like he had. Maybe he and Chris were still bitter about Allison being hospitalized for weeks in a medically induced coma that the Nogitsune had caused. Stiles knew Allison forgave him, he felt her sincerity after the incident. Lydia had forgiven him, not letting Stiles give an apology and Derek… The wolf understood better than anyone else when it came to murder (accidental or otherwise). This moment, this was a shock, it felt planned. Like Deaton had been waiting for Stiles to finally present his supernatural side so that he could rid the world of not only all succubi, but Stiles specifically. Stiles wondered if this would end like Gerard, or if Deaton had misunderstood, and Stiles' mother never knew an alternative./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I had been possessed and the other was an accident! You know that! You understood that!" Stiles begged him, feeling his panic rise./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I don't understand anything anymore! You didn't tell me what you were. Seems like everyone, but me, knows what you are, Stiles," Scott spat jealously./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles knew their relationship hadn't been the same since he had been possessed by the nogitsune. Scott, and Stiles, had experienced a darker side that neither of them thought they would see out of Stiles. And when Stiles had defended himself against Donovan's assault which resulted in the other landing on a metal bar that killed him. With thanks to Theo, who manipulated Scott into believing none of it was in self-defense. Their relationship had been completely altered. Stiles had explained, Scott had understood and apologized for believing the manipulative werewolf, but their status as best friends never returned./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I was going to tell you! I promise, but…"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""But what Stiles?" Scott scoffed./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Look, I was on my way, and I ran into Isaac and got distracted," Stiles said honestly and then the rambling started because he was panicked. He was worried the others wouldn't actually hear what he was saying. "I was starved, after being beaten almost to death. I barely had any energy. Isaac was a willing participant. I swear Scott. I swear I'm not hurting anyone anymore!"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""How can we trust you haven't gone somewhere else?" Deaton asked, emphasizing the disbelief in the room. Stiles groaned, why did he even babble if no one was even going to pretend to listen to what he had to say. What was the point of trapping him to this metal table if they weren't going to take anything into consideration. This was definitely a Gerard situation if Stiles had ever seen one, with the added touch of betrayal from a childhood friend./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles struggled against the restraints again releasing a panicked cry again. The succubus went for a last-ditch effort and released a soft and quiet whine to the wolf in the room. "You don't understand… Just let me explain… Please…" Stiles begged looking at the true Alpha./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""There's nothing to explain," Chris huffed and smacked his hand down on the metal examination table, "You killed two people and landed three others in the hospital."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""And I cured those three and haven't hurt anyone since!" Stiles yelled desperately./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The succubus' eyes darted up at the men rounding on him, and flashed green. A quiet shock and awe spilled out of the men like they had been waiting for proof of Stiles' supernatural self. Deaton held up a needle filled with what Stiles could only assume was a liquid form of devil's weed. Whether Scott knew it or not, they were trying to kill him faster than his mother, euthanize him like a sick cat with cancer. Stiles wondered briefly if Scott had been filled in on Deaton's murderous past because subtext was not something Scott was strong with. And this whole situation was subtext. Stiles felt his only defense had come into play and Stiles willingly let his instincts take control because he was not about to die in this room like a sick pet. He also wondered what happened to Derek, and he was getting anxious overall for the current situation. It was the only way he would get out of this situation that would inevitably kill him if he just gave up. The young brunette's posture relaxed and gazed at each man, green glow threatening them with something they didn't bother understanding. Stiles breathed out slowly as he felt his pheromones release and dissipate, suffocating air around him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You wanted to make this difficult," Stiles purred, "I'm anxious, Derek is probably hurt, and I don't have time for you to experiment on me like you did with my mother."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Scott seemed to be fighting the scent a lot easier than Deaton and Chris. The younger Alpha had been so used to Stiles' scent develop over the years, and Stiles smelling all sorts of levels of arousal that at this point in their lives he was physically unaffected. Stiles could see the young wolf was in shock by what the pheromones were doing to the two humans, on the other hand, seeing the true power of a succubus. Deaton and Chris, however, Stiles could smell that they were melting under the deep smell of arousal. The succubus wiggled his hips a bit on the table, the smell of arousal from the humans affecting him. Stiles would have to think about the fact that these two men seemed to have an interest in him outside of succubi pheromones at another time (which he would probably end up avoiding them like the plague for the rest of his life)./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles felt the hands of the two men land on various parts of his body and began rubbing his body up and down torturously. He needed to escape, but with the worshipping attention, it was difficult to regain control of the situation. Stiles was starving. With two days having gone by and his body's knowledge of how full he could be, trying to dismiss the prey he had captured was a challenge. The only one not touching him and pulling at his clothes was Scott, who looked as though he was trying to figure out how to handle this situation. Stiles hoped now that the most volatile people were under his subjugation that Scott might have a chance to actually think things through./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Scott," Stiles started, he knew he'd have to play this right, "Why don't you uncuff me? Derek brought me here and I haven't heard him since Deaton locked the door. We sound go check on him."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Derek brought you here?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Yes, and Chris Argent requested specialty hunters to get rid of me," Stiles whined out, unintentionally as the men were playing with his chest (his shirt now in shambles thanks to surgical scissors) and kissing his neck. He would have stopped them if he thought they would listen to Scott's logical mind. Stiles watched Scott sniff the air, searching for a sign of Derek until his face landed on something unpleasant./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Smells like blood and wolves bane outside," Scott growled. He pushed past the men and broke the flimsy handcuffs locking Stiles to the metal surgical table. Stiles darted up and ran to the front door, he threw his body against it with all the strength he possessed and busted it open with the door barely hanging on one hinge. He was efficient in stopping his hormonal control over the middle-aged men as he rushed to Derek's side. The older wolf was leaning up against his car holding his side where the bullet had entered him and already looked pale. Scott reached Derek only a moment later with medical tools to work on the bullet lodged close to his brachial artery. Scott and Stiles managed to move Derek into the back of his Camaro, so Scott could work with at least some sort of shield while Stiles sniffed out who had shot Derek./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The succubus looked up, eyes flashing and remaining green as he scanned the road and the forest. His nose also picked up on the scents in the air, but the smell of wolfsbane and rotting flesh was overwhelming anything else Stiles' untrained senses might have noticed. He was still a young succubus with no one to train with and barely any control of any faculty. When the brunette gave up on his sense of smell and tried to focus on scanning the area, he heard Scott growling loudly from the car. Stiles watched the other leave Derek's body, shutting the car door already wolfed out and ready to fight whoever shot at Stiles with a silencer. Stiles stared at the car, if bullets were flying and Stiles' untrained ears wouldn't be able to pick up on it he knew he had to do the cowardly thing because he and the others were defenseless. These hunters were after Stiles, so he would take the fight away with him, and hope he found refuge before the hunters caught him. So he started running towards the forest on the other side of the road from the veterinary clinic. The succubus had run with the packs long enough to know the terrain./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles!" Scott yelled with a piercing growl. The succubus didn't stop, he almost made it across the street when a bullet ripped through his leg with a spray of blood and Stiles released a scream of pain as he fell to the asphalt. The young wolf ran towards him when he saw him fall and hunters rush Stiles. Scotts full Alpha-wolf came out and he was on all fours, tackling one with a gun. Stiles tried to move as fast as he could, but he was stuck scooting on the road, unable to find the grip to stand. Another gunshot went off and Scott slumped to the ground bleeding from his stomach. At this point, the succubus managed to get his good foot under him and pushed back away from the crowding hunters. He slammed his back into a hard mass and felt a prick in his neck, causing his body to slump and hazel eyes return. He was held up by two hunters and dragged to a van that had pulled up during the scuffle, Stiles' eyes glazing over and closing. The last thing Stiles saw or heard was more gunshots, and they were coming from Chris who was running out of the back of the veterinary office./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The cell was damp, cold, the bed metal. Luckily his father had snuck him in a few prison blankets and a flat pillow. Stiles spent a lot of him time pacing during processing, and the rest of his time lying on the cold metal bed. He was growing anxious and antsy, and his hunger was growing again. It had been two days now since he had sex, and a day since he sucked Jordan Parrish off. There was a camera pointed at him, so the only way he'd be able to get what he wanted was if he could convince his dad to let Jordan interrogate him, and somehow get the interaction not filmed. Stiles stood quickly when the door to the room his cell was in, opened, pulled out of his depraved thoughts because his father walked in. The Sheriff was dragging a chair behind him, purposefully placed it a distance from the cell bars from where Stiles was standing. He released a deep, dispassionate sigh, as he sat down outside of his son's cell./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I thought you always said you'd never let this happen," Stiles finally breathed after no longer being able to take the silence between them. The young man leaned against the bars with a slump, thin, long fingers gripping the bars with white knuckles./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles, you're only being charged with assault, you're lucky those two dead people aren't connected to you." The man couldn't look Stiles in the eyes as he spoke, and it was making Stiles' anxiety spike, he wondered what had happened between his conversation with his father and now./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You said you would protect me no matter what!" Stiles jabbed, after what happened with Theo, his father had promised him safety, the man truely believing his son wasn't capable of murder with intent. Things seemed different in this moment, and the answer as to why was not what Stiles had expected./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Chris Argent said you did it intentionally."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles brows furrowed and he sank to sat the floor cross-legged, still gripping the metal bars. "I already explained what happened, and I healed the people that stayed alive. Even the prick that assaulted me and put me behind bars!"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""So you're not denying it was intentional."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles tried to calm himself, looking up with glowing green eyes to the camera as he tried to push his anxiety down. Noah would only respond to calm, he had never been good with rambling, to the point when Stiles had tried to come out as bisexual, the man denied him simply because of the way he dressed. "If I did it intentionally why has no one else died in the past month since the man that beat me almost to death?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I don't know Stiles. Why don't you tell me what's going on exactly so I can decide if I'm going to destroy video evidence?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Dad! I already explained!" He cried desperately. There was video evidence! Evidence that he had assaulted someone, a moment in time Stiles lost to a hunger he didn't understand fully./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You told me barely anything."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I told you everything! Wait," Stiles stood again gripping the bars of the cell his father was keeping him in, bars separating them intentionally. The man actually thought his own son could hurt him. He took a steady breath when a realization dawned on him and he became infuriated. "You told Argent I was the succubus?" Stiles snapped. He gripped the bars harder, he felt outrage, that his dad (probably unintentionally) put him in danger./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles. That's beside the point, tell me what happened with you and that man charging you."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The young succubus stared his father down, unable to go back to his normal brown honey-colored eyes because of the rage and hunger that was now consuming his being. Stiles pressed his forehead into the cold metal bars trying to cool the rage that was bubbling quickly. He felt humiliation spread across him as the succubi realized the only way to escape the cell, would be to tell his father the story of how he ended up in the hospital. So, Stiles went into the details of starving himself, his reasoning for it, not understanding how to control himself, knowing that he may kill someone if he gave in to the hunger. How Stiles' body betrayed him anyway and he blacked out. Told his father of his experience of waking up to being beaten, not understanding how he had ended up where he was or who he was with. Stiles felt ashamed, turning his back to his father. At some point, his piano hands had fallen from the bars and tucked themselves under his armpits. Stiles' jaw was tight as he fought the tears that spilled staring at his cell bed keeping his back to his father, hiding his overwhelming emotions. The succubus hadn't had a chance to deal with how he felt about the assault, nor about killing people, or about being a succubus and this wasn't the moment to do it. Too distraught by his weakness Stiles didn't hear the metal door opening, only reassociating when his father wrapped him in a hug./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I'll destroy the tape, give him a little blackmail about the hate crime he committed… That he was looking to commit. The case will be dropped," Noah assured./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Can I leave then?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles, not until this is cleared."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Can I make my one phone call?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Gonna call a lawyer or something."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You're going to have Derek break you out."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles gave his father a noncommittal shrug in the tight hug he was fully leaning into, enjoying the comfort his only parent provided. The young man watched his father toy with the idea of messing with Derek, fighting him to keep Stiles inside, but if he was going to release his son eventually, he supposed he could do it now./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles, just stay here, Deputy Parrish was the arresting officer so he's going to have to drop the charges to you officially. That way…" Noah started to stop Stiles from arguing, "It doesn't look like the Sheriff's released his son, the charges will be dropped because of the battery charges we'll threaten him with." Stiles melted and hugged his father back tighter. Accepting the large squeeze from the young man, Noah finally pulled away, needing to get on to the paperwork and alert Derek to pick up. When he pulled away he locked Stiles back into his cell and stood by the chair again, hand on his gun. He stared at Stiles for another moment, only a small smile resting on his face before he finally left to get back to work./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Only thirty minutes had passed when Jordan came into the small cell block, Stiles glanced to the camera that had been turned off since his father's interaction with him. The succubus stood up and leaned into the bars with a coy smile, trying to tease the deputy and rile up the hellhound within. Stiles couldn't say he wasn't hungry and whiling to do anything for another snack, he flashed his green eyes before letting them return to his normal hue as he released some pheromones to try to encourage the other to partake in another game./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Come for seconds?" The young succubus purred./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""The charges are being withdrawn by the reporter in lieu of receiving a counter suite of battery from you. The Sheriff's office formally drops the charges of sexual assault against you," Parrish hummed opening the cell door, standing off to the side to let Stiles out. "Your ride is waiting, I don't think he'd appreciate me having another taste of… you."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles waltzed out and gripped the man's left forearm with his right hand tightly, feeling the strong muscles underneath the lax arm. "Thank you for the snack yesterday anyway… And the bed Deputy, maybe I'll see you around," Stiles hummed releasing him. The succubus part of him was hoping Derek heard the little exchange to make him jealous and finally take him the way Stiles was desperate for. "I appreciate you doing your job hellhound… "protecting the supernatural"," Stiles teased a bit more. "I know the way out, don't wait up."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sashayed out, feeling more confident and more in tune with himself than he had his entire life. He was relaxing in his body, feeling the hunger that he had, letting it settle like any normal non-supernatural hunger, and letting the pheromones adjust his body deliciously. The succubus stole looks and received stiffer bodies as he passed, gliding out of the building. On top of really feeling himself, Stiles' father still had his back, despite Chris Argent trying to convince Noah that Succubi weren't innocent. Stiles felt full emotionally. Once out of the office he saw that familiar black Camaro, idling and strode forward faster./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sidled up to the driver's door, leaning in the open window and gave a small smile, quirked up to the side. "Looking for some company?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""We should go have a conversation with Deaton," Derek sighed, clearly annoyed with the angry furrow of his dark eyebrows and the flash of Alpha red eyes Stiles received./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles could feel it. The want that inundated the succubi's senses, and he let it roll through his body to keep a sweet taste while enduring the prospect of a dull topic. The young man moved around the front of the Camaro, slipping into the passenger seat breathing out slowly. The succubus tried to remain calm in light of an impending conversation as well as trying to prevent the manipulation of pheromones his body wanted to release. The brunette tilted his head to look in the backseat, no one was there, and looked to Derek with a small pout. He was so hungry, maybe the young man could convince the wolf to skip the topic for now and feed Stiles. So, the succubus leaned forward a bit, letting his shirt separate from his slim chest, being careful to not touch him or flood him with pheromones. Stiles watched as Derek eyes drifted down his neck and into his shirt where pert nipples were exposed now that his shirt was no longer clinging to his form./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles, you won't distract me," The Alpha murmured, licking his lips slowly. "We can talk about you doing… us doing this, later. We need to confront Deaton, and then the Argents," Derek said flatly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What are we confronting Deaton about exactly?" Stiles asked, his curiosity always besting him. The young man kept his position, however, tilting his neck, drawing the man's eyes back up to the junction where his pulse popped. Derek tore his eyes away and gripped the steering wheel staring out the windshield instead. It was clear that Derek knew something that he thought Stiles didn't know, and was anxious about relaying the information. Which meant he didn't appreciate Stiles distracting him from something potentially traumatic. The posture of the brunette changed and he sat up again, sitting sideways in the passenger seat still, watching the man./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Your mother," Derek finally breathed out when he had Stiles' actual attention./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Oh," the succubus breathed weakly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Silence fell upon the pair, a rarity for Stiles. The young man shifted in his seat to match Derek's distant staring out the windshield as an understanding fell between them. Derek knew what happened to his mother, knowing it was Deaton's fault, completely changed the mood Stiles was in. It was nice that they didn't have to specify with each other, Stiles wouldn't have to go through the pain of finding out what actually happened to his mother all over again, and he and Derek didn't have to create an understanding that Stiles was probably next on Deaton's list. The most frustrating part of all of this was he had just been cleared of charges, Derek and he should be celebrating, not confronting the druid that purposefully killed his mother. This felt like a bad idea, going into the proverbial Druid's den to confront the man about a murder, a murder the druid would likely commit again on Stiles./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Why are we meeting at Deaton's if we're confronting him?" Stiles asked, the man had everything he needed in his office to probably incapacitate both of them. It seemed like the worst idea they could come up with./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Scott will be there, so we shouldn't have anything to worry about."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""About that…"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What?" The dark-haired wolf asked, his car slowing down only minutely. Derek was glaring through the windshield as he drove, waiting for the news Stiles was about to blow./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I forgot to talk to Scott," Stiles said flatly, sinking into the leather seat./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""What!" Derek growled loudly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Look, I was on my way after I told my dad and your sad boy Isaac just smelled so sad and good. I was hungry and I had been starving myself for a month at that point."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I thought you said our kiss was enough?" Derek growled lower, deeper in his chest. A vibration Stiles could feel throughout his body./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Definitely not, sorry. I thought you were fine with what Isaac and I did? You smelled him and what he did on me, and still defended and kissed me," Stiles asked anxiously. Derek was always the most difficult to read. He understood that maybe scent wise Stiles smelling like another one of his pack might be displeasing, but in the moment, it seemed like it had excited the wolf more. Stiles might have to test further based on how this conversation went./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""I… am. I just figured you would come to me and not the pack. I can't be mad, it's your nature, now. Isaac wasn't hurt. You're healthy," the werewolf's hands gripped the steering wheel tight. Stiles took that as a need for further discussion but at a later time, because it definitely seemed like Stiles had no control, and honestly, Stiles wasn't sure he had control. That didn't mean he felt okay hurting Derek, especially since the other was willing to give himself over to Stiles' needs so willingly./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles sighed quietly and nodded. "You know I," he stared, but Derek's car turned off alerting Stiles to their arrival. The succubus sucked in a breath as he stared at Deaton already standing at the back door waiting for them./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""We'll talk later Stiles, go ahead of me. I'll be there in a second, I just need..." Derek trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned back in his seat/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""...Okay."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Deaton's arms were crossed, radiating contempt Stiles could feel in the car. The succubus stared at the druid, considering his next move. Deaton was the reason his mother was dead. He figured Deaton planned on feeding Stiles the same pills to kill him. And based off of the strong emotions Deaton was emitting, Stiles was about to go into a probably fatal inquisition. The hazel eyes roamed back to Derek, a creature filled with all sorts of smelly emotions that Stiles, at this point, was too anxious to dissect. He grunted as he forced himself out of the sex on wheels and towards the veterinarian's office./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles only exchanged glances with the man as he walked into the open door to the back room of the clinic. The examination table was cleaned off and many herbs and tools had been set out. Stiles recognized most of what Deaton had set out from his research when he, himself, was trying to become a druid and the research he did on what had killed his mother. However, Stiles didn't expect Scott and Chris Argent on either side of the table, looking close to murderous. Stiles backed up, feeling anxiety well up, overpowering his hunger, he could feel the compressive energy in the room. He heard the door lock and his back hit Deaton whose normally gentle hands gripped his toned arms and pushed him forward to the table./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""So, are you planning on dissecting me now? Or are we going to talk civilly?" Stiles asked nervously, "Because there is a whole lot of misinformation spreading in the news these days, you know? I-" His head was bashed against the table to keep him quiet. Thanks to Chris Argent, whose hand was leaving his hair, he heard Scott quietly protest, but not step in./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""There's nothing civil going on here. You're a murderer," Chris Argent growled./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Just like your mother," Deaton chided. All while Stiles' head was spinning from the pain of having been smacked, hard, against metal./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles felt Scott grab his arms, pull him up the table, flip him so his back was on the metal examination table while Chris was strapping Stiles' wrists in. Deaton managed to get Stiles' wildly moving legs and strap them down. The succubus' focus came back and he yelled for Derek, where was he? Did Derek know Stiles was being kidnapped like this? Did he care? Was Derek okay? Stiles turned his focus to Scott, his old best friend. A friend he had through thick and thin from kindergarten to his mother dying, to Scott becoming a wolf. All Stiles could do was appeal to Scott's pure nature, his "True Alpha"-ness./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Two times is not an accident Stiles," Scott breathed out looking away from the aching hazel ones. "And it's not the first time you've killed someone."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles lurched against the leather binds not using his full strength because he felt betrayal. They had gotten passed this, they all had. Or at least, Scott acted like he had. Maybe he and Chris were still bitter about Allison being hospitalized for weeks in a medically induced coma that the Nogitsune had caused. Stiles knew Allison forgave him, he felt her sincerity after the incident. Lydia had forgiven him, not letting Stiles give an apology and Derek… The wolf understood better than anyone else when it came to murder (accidental or otherwise). This moment, this was a shock, it felt planned. Like Deaton had been waiting for Stiles to finally present his supernatural side so that he could rid the world of not only all succubi, but Stiles specifically. Stiles wondered if this would end like Gerard, or if Deaton had misunderstood, and Stiles' mother never knew an alternative./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles knew their relationship hadn't been the same since he had been possessed by the nogitsune. Scott, and Stiles, had experienced a darker side that neither of them thought they would see out of Stiles. And when Stiles had defended himself against Donovan's assault which resulted in the other landing on a metal bar that killed him. With thanks to Theo, who manipulated Scott into believing none of it was in self-defense. Their relationship had been completely altered. Stiles had explained, Scott had understood and apologized for believing the manipulative werewolf, but their status as best friends never returned./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""But what Stiles?" Scott scoffed./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Look, I was on my way, and I ran into Isaac and got distracted," Stiles said honestly and then the rambling started because he was panicked. He was worried the others wouldn't actually hear what he was saying. "I was starved, after being beaten almost to death. I barely had any energy. Isaac was a willing participant. I swear Scott. I swear I'm not hurting anyone anymore!"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""How can we trust you haven't gone somewhere else?" Deaton asked, emphasizing the disbelief in the room. Stiles groaned, why did he even babble if no one was even going to pretend to listen to what he had to say. What was the point of trapping him to this metal table if they weren't going to take anything into consideration. This was definitely a Gerard situation if Stiles had ever seen one, with the added touch of betrayal from a childhood friend./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles struggled against the restraints again releasing a panicked cry again. The succubus went for a last-ditch effort and released a soft and quiet whine to the wolf in the room. "You don't understand… Just let me explain… Please…" Stiles begged looking at the true Alpha./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""And I cured those three and haven't hurt anyone since!" Stiles yelled desperately./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The succubus' eyes darted up at the men rounding on him, and flashed green. A quiet shock and awe spilled out of the men like they had been waiting for proof of Stiles' supernatural self. Deaton held up a needle filled with what Stiles could only assume was a liquid form of devil's weed. Whether Scott knew it or not, they were trying to kill him faster than his mother, euthanize him like a sick cat with cancer. Stiles wondered briefly if Scott had been filled in on Deaton's murderous past because subtext was not something Scott was strong with. And this whole situation was subtext. Stiles felt his only defense had come into play and Stiles willingly let his instincts take control because he was not about to die in this room like a sick pet. He also wondered what happened to Derek, and he was getting anxious overall for the current situation. It was the only way he would get out of this situation that would inevitably kill him if he just gave up. The young brunette's posture relaxed and gazed at each man, green glow threatening them with something they didn't bother understanding. Stiles breathed out slowly as he felt his pheromones release and dissipate, suffocating air around him./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""You wanted to make this difficult," Stiles purred, "I'm anxious, Derek is probably hurt, and I don't have time for you to experiment on me like you did with my mother."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Scott seemed to be fighting the scent a lot easier than Deaton and Chris. The younger Alpha had been so used to Stiles' scent develop over the years, and Stiles smelling all sorts of levels of arousal that at this point in their lives he was physically unaffected. Stiles could see the young wolf was in shock by what the pheromones were doing to the two humans, on the other hand, seeing the true power of a succubus. Deaton and Chris, however, Stiles could smell that they were melting under the deep smell of arousal. The succubus wiggled his hips a bit on the table, the smell of arousal from the humans affecting him. Stiles would have to think about the fact that these two men seemed to have an interest in him outside of succubi pheromones at another time (which he would probably end up avoiding them like the plague for the rest of his life)./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Stiles felt the hands of the two men land on various parts of his body and began rubbing his body up and down torturously. He needed to escape, but with the worshipping attention, it was difficult to regain control of the situation. Stiles was starving. With two days having gone by and his body's knowledge of how full he could be, trying to dismiss the prey he had captured was a challenge. The only one not touching him and pulling at his clothes was Scott, who looked as though he was trying to figure out how to handle this situation. Stiles hoped now that the most volatile people were under his subjugation that Scott might have a chance to actually think things through./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Scott," Stiles started, he knew he'd have to play this right, "Why don't you uncuff me? Derek brought me here and I haven't heard him since Deaton locked the door. We sound go check on him."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Derek brought you here?"/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Yes, and Chris Argent requested specialty hunters to get rid of me," Stiles whined out, unintentionally as the men were playing with his chest (his shirt now in shambles thanks to surgical scissors) and kissing his neck. He would have stopped them if he thought they would listen to Scott's logical mind. Stiles watched Scott sniff the air, searching for a sign of Derek until his face landed on something unpleasant./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Smells like blood and wolves bane outside," Scott growled. He pushed past the men and broke the flimsy handcuffs locking Stiles to the metal surgical table. Stiles darted up and ran to the front door, he threw his body against it with all the strength he possessed and busted it open with the door barely hanging on one hinge. He was efficient in stopping his hormonal control over the middle-aged men as he rushed to Derek's side. The older wolf was leaning up against his car holding his side where the bullet had entered him and already looked pale. Scott reached Derek only a moment later with medical tools to work on the bullet lodged close to his brachial artery. Scott and Stiles managed to move Derek into the back of his Camaro, so Scott could work with at least some sort of shield while Stiles sniffed out who had shot Derek./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The succubus looked up, eyes flashing and remaining green as he scanned the road and the forest. His nose also picked up on the scents in the air, but the smell of wolfsbane and rotting flesh was overwhelming anything else Stiles' untrained senses might have noticed. He was still a young succubus with no one to train with and barely any control of any faculty. When the brunette gave up on his sense of smell and tried to focus on scanning the area, he heard Scott growling loudly from the car. Stiles watched the other leave Derek's body, shutting the car door already wolfed out and ready to fight whoever shot at Stiles with a silencer. Stiles stared at the car, if bullets were flying and Stiles' untrained ears wouldn't be able to pick up on it he knew he had to do the cowardly thing because he and the others were defenseless. These hunters were after Stiles, so he would take the fight away with him, and hope he found refuge before the hunters caught him. So he started running towards the forest on the other side of the road from the veterinary clinic. The succubus had run with the packs long enough to know the terrain./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stiles!" Scott yelled with a piercing growl. The succubus didn't stop, he almost made it across the street when a bullet ripped through his leg with a spray of blood and Stiles released a scream of pain as he fell to the asphalt. The young wolf ran towards him when he saw him fall and hunters rush Stiles. Scotts full Alpha-wolf came out and he was on all fours, tackling one with a gun. Stiles tried to move as fast as he could, but he was stuck scooting on the road, unable to find the grip to stand. Another gunshot went off and Scott slumped to the ground bleeding from his stomach. At this point, the succubus managed to get his good foot under him and pushed back away from the crowding hunters. He slammed his back into a hard mass and felt a prick in his neck, causing his body to slump and hazel eyes return. He was held up by two hunters and dragged to a van that had pulled up during the scuffle, Stiles' eyes glazing over and closing. The last thing Stiles saw or heard was more gunshots, and they were coming from Chris who was running out of the back of the veterinary office./p