"Does Stiles seem different to you?" I asked Scott as we walked through the school.

Thankfully school put a hold on my training for now, but at the same time it worried me because ever since that night I spent with Stiles he has been different in a way that I can't explain. Normally he still blushed when I complimented him or made suggestive remarks, but now he just smirked and acted cocky which didn't seem like him at all. Plus he even kissed different which I couldn't explain.

"I don't know. A little, I guess. Maybe he just found some confidence since he's been with you." Scott said as he looked over at me.

"I don't think that's it... There is something off about him and I don't like it." I frowned and glanced over at the brunette boy we were talking about.

He walked down the hall with confidence, shooting flirty smiles towards a few girls who seemed surprised to see it coming from him but they liked it. They giggled and I felt jealousy boiling up within me.

"What was that?" I asked him when he finally got to us.

"What was what?" He asked, smirking as he looked at me.

That cocky fucker knew exactly what he did and he wanted me to ask him about it.

"You know what. You can't just go flirting with other girls when you're dating someone, Stiles." I said.

"Who am I dating? You?" He laughed. "Oh please. If anything we were just a fling. I got what I wanted from you a few days ago and it honestly wasn't that good so I'm going to see what else is out there."

Tears welled up in my eyes at his words and Scott frowned.

"Stiles, what the hell?" He said, moving away from his friend to hold onto me.

Stiles rolled his eyes and just walked away, finding one of the girls who had been sending him flirty eyes. He chatted with her for a few minutes then smirked over at me before wrapping his arm around her, walking to class with her by his side. It was like he was purposefully doing this to hurt me and I didn't know why.

I hadn't even realized how bad I was crying until Scott decided to take me somewhere out of sight where I could cry in peace.

"You're right. There is something wrong with him. Stiles would never say anything like that or act like that." Scott said as he rubbed my back. "You know that wasn't him talking. He loves you."

"I know, but I still saw his face and heard his voice so it's hard to get past that." I said quietly as I sniffled. "I don't even want to be here right now..."

"Why don't you just go home and rest for a while? Jackie can keep an eye on you." He suggested.

I sighed and nodded, giving him a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek. Scott skipped his first class to give me a ride but I had him drop me off at the police station so I could tell my dad I would be home. I thanked Scott then walked into the station, seeing that my dad was gone.

"Charlie? Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

I turned to see Stiles' dad standing there looking at me.

"Yeah, I um... I don't feel well." I said with a weak smile.

He must have noticed my red eyes and tear stained cheeks because he brought me into a hug.

"Are you sure that's all?" He asked as he pulled away to look at me.

I bit my lip gently and we stepped into his office to talk privately.

"Has Stiles been acting different to you?" I asked.

"Now that you mention it he does have a bit of a different attitude." He said, furrowing his eyebrows a little. "You think something is wrong?"

"I'm not sure... he's different... and not in a good way. He's acting like a cocky asshole and he purposefully does and says things to hurt me... It just doesn't seem like it's him." I said as I shook my head. "I don't know what his deal is."

Stilinski sighed and looked over at me.

"We'll figure this out kiddo." He said softly, trying to comfort me.

I nodded slightly then got a call from Scott so I answered it.

"Charlie, Stiles is gone. He took off before I could follow him." He said.

I furrowed my eyebrows and stoof up.

"What do you mean he's gone? Can you track him?" I asked.

"I can try. I'll get Liam and we'll let you know if we find anything." He answered.

I nodded then ran my hand through my hair, turning to see Stiles' father staring at me.

"Stiles is gone."

~.:o:.~

"Any sign of him yet?" I asked Scott over the phone.

"No. I can't even catch his scent. It just disappeared." He said with a sigh. "We'll find him though. Don't worry."

"I hope so... I have a really bad feeling about this, Scott." I said quietly.

After having a panic attack at the police station and Mr. Stilinski calming me down we went on a manhunt for Stiles. Our fathers kept a look out while the pack searched for him as well. Even Derek was helping us out and he hated Stiles... At least that's what he let people think.

"We will. He'll be alright. Just stay home with Jackie where you are safe." He said.

I sighed and nodded slightly.

"Okay... Call me as soon as you find anything." I said before hanging up.

I ran my hands through my hair and sat on my bed, trying to keep myself from having another panic attack. With Jackie keeping watch downstairs I was left alone with my thoughts which was never a good thing. My mind went through every possible scenario and none of them were good.

"Why are you so upset? I thought you'd be happy that he's gone."

My head shot up and I saw Stiles standing by my window with a smirk on his face. I immediately jumped up to hug him, but froze when I saw his eyes flash pure black just like the guys at the arcade.

"No..." I whispered, taking a step back.

"Oh yes. Your little boyfriend was such an easy target. He fought a little, but I always win so now his body is mine." He smirked.

"Let him go. He has nothing to do with this." I said.

"Oh, but he has everything to do with this. You see, if I'm him then you can't kill me... Because if you kill me then you'd be killing your dear boyfriend here." He grinned.

"Not if I force you out of him." I growled.

He just laughed and pulled out a knife, stabbing himself in the stomach. For a moment he let Stiles through and he yelled out in pain. I screamed for the demon to stop, my hands covering my mouth in shock as tears formed in my eyes.

"Ch Charlie." Stiles whimpered, looking at me with terrified eyes.

A second later the demon was back and he pulled the knife out, smirking at me.

"Now I'm the only thing keeping him alive. You're not trained enough to heal him at will yet so he's mine. I'll see you soon." He gave me a sickening smile. "And by the way, you may want to check on that angel friend of yours."

Before I could say anything he disappeared. It took a moment for me to realize what he said about Jackie, but when I did I quickly ran downstairs only to see her lifeless body lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. They must have somehow snuck up on her when I was talking to the demon that possessed Stiles. I dropped to my knees beside her and tried my best to heal her but nothing was happening. A sob fell from my lips when I realized how hopeless this whole situation was. I wasn't ready to fight demons and I didn't know if I ever would be.

When my father finally got home he found me sitting against the wall sobbing. He rushed over when he saw blood on me and checked me over for wounds, but when he found none he realized the blood was from Jackie.

"Shh. It's okay. Tell me what happened." He said as he knelt in front of me.

"T they have him. They have Stiles." I choked out. "The demon who is behind this possessed his body and h he stabbed himself so Stiles is dying. I I don't know what to do."

I cried harder and he pulled me into a tight hug, letting me cry into his shirt. He called Scott and Stiles' dad as he held me, all of them soon arriving at the house. He explained the situation to them and a silence fell over the group.

"We'll get him back. We have to." Scott said as he looked at me.

I turned my gaze back to the floor, leaning against my dad as I stayed quiet. To me all hope was lost and I was losing the guy I loved in the process. Maybe I would just be better off letting them have me so they would leave my friends alone.

~.:o:.~

I quietly packed up the weapons Jackie had been training me to use. Apparently the blades could easily expel demons but at the same time I had no way of knowing if the person they possessed was alive or not so it was going to be hard to use them. For all I knew it could be someone's father, mother, sibling, or child.

A soft sigh fell from my lips and I quietly zipped up the bag, leaving the note I wrote for my dad on my bed. I knew it was stupid to do this on my own, but I couldn't put anyone else at risk because of me. This was my battle and I was going to win or die trying.

I grabbed the map Jackie had been using to track possible locations for the demons and shoved it in my pocket before climbing out my open window. After moving to the edge of the house I jumped down, landing easily on the ground despite it being a twelve foot drop. I grabbed my motorcycle and pushed it down the street until I was far enough away so my father wouldn't hear the engine start. I got on then started it, but as I was about to drive off another car pulled up and I looked over to see the pack piled into the car.

"Don't think you're going after them without us. He's our friend, too, and he's part of our pack. So are you." Scott said to me.

"No, I have to do this on my own. This is my fight and I can't put anyone else in danger." I said to them.

"Well that's not your choice. We're coming whether you want us to or not." Lydia said with a smile.

I looked at them for a moment before smiling slightly.

"Alright, let's go." I revved my motorcycle a little before taking off with them right behind me.

It's time for us to show those bastards who they are messing with.