The demon didn't know fun until it possessed Stiles Stilinski.

Seriously, the boy had so much going on in his head that not one moment was dull. For the first few weeks, when the boy hadn't even noticed the demon slip into his head, life was all pain and angst. It was almost sad, really. And the more the demon was in his body, the more it realized how much the boy had to fake his happiness. Every time he was with Lydia, or Scott, or even his father, the kid had this façade of a sarcastic little teen. Whenever he was alone, however, it was just silent and dreary while he looked back on every bad experience. His mom dying, his dad going drunk, his friends going through about ten million near death experiences in two years- all of it. He reflected back on everything, all the time. Eventually, those memories took over his mind. He slept less, stopped bothering to take care of himself, and found more and more excuses to avoid seeing his friends.

Then came the not-so-safe thoughts.

If I just end this stupid life now, this could all be over.

Nobody would care, man. Its not like you're important.

If I just took a handful of those goddamn Adderall pills- and so on. The demon was even considering leaving Stiles, just so it could find someone who wasn't contemplating suicide every five minutes. But then, then, it realized what this kid was worth.

Stiles Stilinski was a bargaining piece, it figured. He was smack-dab in the middle of a supernatural storm. He was part of a werewolf pack, which consisted of both a Banshee and True Alpha. He had an emissary helping him, the man disguised as a vet. Most of all, Stiles Stilinski gave himself to the Nematon. He died, he stayed dead, and he opened a door in his mind that was a gateway to unimaginable darkness.

All the demon needed was a spark to set this kid off- then there would be Hell to pay.

Allison didn't know what to think. She was in her room- or her and Mel's room, now -after a talk with her dad that wasn't anything like she ever imagined.

When she got home, Melissa was already there, talking to her dad. The girl had ridden on her motor bike and beaten her there, apparently. Allison then noticed how her dad was talking to Melissa. He was smiling- a genuine, proud smile -while patting her shoulder like he had raised her himself.

"What's going on?" Allison questioned.

"Oh! Allison, this is Mel-" Mr. Argent gave Melissa another smile, which she returned. "She's your adopted cousin."

"Yeah, I know. She told me, after she spied on Lydia and I." At her slightly bitter tone, both Argent and Melissa looked at her. Allison shifted on her feet, crossing her arms. "I mean I want to know what she's doing here."

Argent, finally noticing his daughter's frown, gave a little grunt. "Well I didn't tell you, but Mel called me a few weeks ago with information about demonic omens starting up in Beacon Hills. Her mom, Kate's sister, died a month ago and I asked if she wanted to stay with us."

Allison briefly felt a pang of guilt. This girl, Mel, who looked about the same age as her, had lost her mom. She saw Melissa's smile waver when she turned to her. "I'm sorry for you loss."

Mel shook her head, smiling politely again. "No need. Mom went out strong. She was protecting me." She shifted the bag on her shoulder awkwardly. "And, uh, I'm sorry for spying on you and your friend. I was just watching to see how the demon reacted to you guys."

"You were watching the demon?" Allison's demeanor shifted, going from friend to hunter in seconds.

"I've been hunting the demon, actually." Mel walked to the living rom table, taking out a map from her bag and laying it down. It was covered with markings and little post-it notes. Some had demonic deaths written in red cursive handwriting, others had demonic omens written in blue. From what Allison could tell, though, was that all markings were in a messy trail, ending at a little town circled in silver sharpie. Beacon Hills, it said.

Mel looked at both of the Argents as they evaluated the map. "I started tracking the demon in Washington State a while back, but it always moves as soon as I get a swipe at it. Leaves a trail of dead bodies behind, as well. It's stayed in Beacon Hills the longest, so I've finally been able to lock on it."

"Why is it staying here?" Allison questioned.

Mel gave her a look that matched Lydia's are you kidding me stare. "When you guys sacrificed yourselves, it made Beacon Hills a tourist attraction for anything Supernatural, as you know. This demon started heading here nearly a day after you killed the Darach. It only stayed so it could possess your friend."

Mr. Argent looked doubtful. "Why would it want to possess Stiles?"

Mel shrugged, folding up the map. "He sacrificed himself to the Nematon, which would also make him a beacon to the supernatural. The fact that he's human makes it even more likely." She stood up, putting the map back in her bag. "I suspect he was having a hard time after everything, right?"

When she turned to Allison, the hunter shrugged. "I don't know, maybe." She felt bad, not knowing whether Stiles was okay or not. You should've payed more attention to him, she thought.

"Well, if he was, that would've made him the prime target. Demons like to deal with the weak, broken down humans." She spoke with confidence, signaling to Allison that she knew what she was talking about. "That's why it didn't try to possess any werewolves or hunters, like you and Scott."

"How do you know all of this?" Allison looked into her cousin's eyes, questioning.

Mel shrugged. "I do my research. Your father told me most, though." She matched Allison's stare with her own, not threatening and not backing down.

Mr. Argent interrupted them. "How do we get this demon out of him, then?" Allison noticed that he, too, was getting more and more serious.

"I'm positive that I can get rid of it with an exorcism, but you'll have to trap him first." Mel replied.

Argent nodded confidently. "Done."

"Another thing, though," Mel pursed her lips, crossing her arms in thought. "With a demon this powerful, I think he'll be able to sense you coming. Trapping him will take a lot more than arrows and guns. You'll need the werewolves for this one." Both of the other Argents noticed, when she said werewolves, her voice changed, almost like it was uncomfortable to say the word.

Allison perked up, alarmed. "If we tell them, the demon might kill Scott's mom."

Mel looked at her. "That's why you're not going to tell them now. Wait until Stiles get's out of the hospital, and make sure he's away from Melissa when you tell. Hopefully, you'll trap him before chaos ensues." As she finished, she picked up her bag and hoisted it over her shoulder. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find a hotel."

When Mr. Argent raised his eyebrows, Allison knew what was coming. "Actually, Mel, you're staying with us. In Allison's room." He ordered.

And so the night went on.

One week later

The minute Stiles was released from the hospital, Beacon Hills blew crazy with chaos. After two hours of him hanging out with his father, there were news stories of four car crashes, two house fires, and seven suicides. No survivors, of course.

Only after two hours.

"This doesn't make any sense!" Mel announced, frustrated. Her and Allison were in Allison's car, listening to the news on the radio. "I mean suicides and fires are somewhat possible, but a demon can't cause car accidents."

"Maybe it's a coincidence." Allison suggested, stopping at the light. They were going to pick Lydia and Isaac up from the redhead's house, and then they were going to Scott's. Luckily, he wasn't going to be with Stiles today and his mom was off work. The girls figured today would be perfect to tell them about the demon.

Mel snorted. "Trust me, this it no coincidence. This is a homicidal demon making himself known." She fiddles with her pocket knife, which Allison noticed she carried around wherever she went. "I just don't see how he managed to pull it off."

"Well, maybe someone's working for him? The reports say those cars were tampered with before the accidents."

Mel sighed, massaging her forehead. "Yeah, maybe." She looked out the window as they pulled up in front of Lydia's, the girl and Isaac immediately getting in the car.

"Okay, are you guys finally gonna tell me what's going on?" Isaac asked, sticking his head in between the two front seats to look at Allison. "-and why you freaked when I asked if Derek should know?"

Allison rolled her eyes. "I freaked because I didn't know if Derek was still alive, let alone back in town. I just don't think we should trust him yet, that's all." She pulled out of her standstill, heading towards Scott's. "And we'll tell you and Scott together, okay?"

"You two do know that Scott's most likely not going to listen to us, right?" Lydia pursed her lips, tapping her finger on the door handle. "Stiles is his best friend, and he's the only one who's been visiting him in the hospital everyday."

Allison sighed. "We'll just have to hope that he can get some sense into his brain before we trap Stiles."

Of curse, Isaac was hopelessly confused. "Wait, what?"

As soon as they pulled up in Scott's drive way, they saw the Alpha running towards them, panting. He abruptly stopped at Allison's window as she rolled it down, practically slamming into the side of the car. "Okay, we need to go now." He demanded.

"What are you-" Allison blinked, unlocking the door so Scott could squeeze into the back, then turned to look at him. "Where? Why?"

"Stiles's house is on fire, Allison, just go!"

Yes, I know this is late.

Yes, I know this is short.

I'm truly sorry, but even more stuff has been going on than usual. Can't control it.

Luckily, my whole next week is free, and I'm hoping to catch up on some writing.

Anyways, reviews and comments are appreciated! Goodbye :3