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Allison pulled up in front of the Stilinski house hastily, ignoring the stares Scott was aiming at her back. She and Mel had been trying to explain the demon-thing to him for the entire drive and he seemed to be caving, but she could feel his doubt. She couldn't help but feel threatened as he stared her down.

Don't take this personally, Allison, she told herself. He's just in denial. Stiles is his best friend.

She parked a few houses down from the smoking structure, where firefighters and policemen and people were crowding. The house didn't look that damaged, only charred and surrounded by ash. As the five teenagers exited the car and started walking, Mel gave Allison a look and pointed towards one of the police cars. She raised her head, blinking, and turned her eyes to the boy talking to a short, stocky policemen.

To be perfectly honest, neither Lydia nor Allison had expected Stiles to look different from when they, uh, visited him, and were stunned at the appearance of the boy now. Stiles looked amazing, to say the least. His body held a healthy glow, highlighting his little moles and light brown eyes. His hair was done perfectly with gel, gleaming under the sun. Topping that, he didn't have the same anxious, scrawny structure that both of them were so used to. His shoulders were broader, legs a bit longer, and arms graced with muscle that became evident when he crossed his arms. This show of health in his body might've been like a blessing to the girls, but since they knew the truth- that it wasn't really Stiles in there -his appearance only terrified them.

Scott, who noticed the change in Stiles as soon as he looked at him, shook his head. Cured or not, Scott had seen his friend get worse and worse with the tumor inside him. He couldn't just heal-not unless what Allison and her cousin were saying was true. He had a sudden epiphany, right then and there. Allison's theory did make sense, he realized. Stiles what having mood swings, memory loss, and he put his head down when he was angry. According to the Argent girls, these were all demonic signs.

This only made him walk towards Stiles faster.

He stopped when Lydia ran up and grabbed his arm, keeping him a safe distance away from the cop and Stiles, who still hadn't noticed them. "We can't just charge him, Scott. There are cops everywhere. We have to get him to come with us or something."

"How?" Scott looked over again, seeing that Stiles was finished with the cop and heading to his Jeep.

Mel walked passed them, shaking her head. "He is so not getting away," she murmured. "Not again."

Making sure she was hidden from the cops, Mel stealthily moved behind and around the Jeep, stopping at the door behind the driver's seat. She got in and ducked as Stiles passed her window, letting out a sigh of relief that he didn't see her. As soon as he was behind the wheel, Mel pushed her hand into his head hard and slammed his face into the dashboard.

Allison, Scott, Lydia, and Isaac all stood gaping as Mel dragged the boy's unconscious body out of the jeep. She looked over at their still forms and let out an irritated sigh.

"Can the two werewolf idiots please help me carry this demonic son-of-a-bitch!?"

The demon didn't like being tied down.

It was three o'clock when he woke up, right after all the teens had lunch and Scott called the Sherriff to tell him that Stiles was okay. Lydia was talking with Allison in the kitchen, Mel was studying her Latin exorcism, and Isaac was playing with his claws in the chair next to the unconscious psychopath. Derek had also joined them, and was quietly reading a demonology book in the corner. When Stiles suddenly lurched up, Isaac had nearly fallen off his chair.

As the demon struggled, eyes black as darkness, everyone gathered into the room to stand in front of him. When it looked up, it smiled. "This is your genius plan? Tying me to a cheap chair?" Once again, his voice was low and menacing, like a growl.

"Tying you to a chair, surrounding you with salt, and placing said chair on a devil's trap is more like it." Mel snapped, motioning to the painted circle on the floor. She smirked back at the demon and crossed her arms.

Stiles raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. "Bringing out the big girl guns, are we?" In a second, the ropes around his legs, chest, and wrists were all snapped. He stood up confidently and slowly, never breaking eye contact with Melissa.

Lydia flinched at the sound, grasping Allison's arm in panic. "I thought he couldn't do that." She whispered.

"He can't move anything outside the circle, okay Lyd? As soon as he steps out, he drops. We're fine." Allison took a tiny step forward, making eye contact with Scott across the room. She saw the same concern that she was feeling, knowing that either she or Scott would have to step in if something went wrong. But neither of them wanted to hurt Stiles, especially Scott.

Mel started walking around the circle, twirling a knife dipped in holy water between her fingers. As she circled, the demon matched her with every step, maintaining eye contact. Mel didn't back down. As the room's tension got thicker and thicker, Lydia felt herself tensing. Finally, she couldn't take it. "Why are you in Stiles?" She blurted, bringing all eyes to her.

The demon's eyes flashed black as he looked at Lydia and smirked. "I told you, sweetheart. Stiles was practically dying, with a weak little mind and the flimsy body of his. Hell, if I hadn't possessed him, the kid would've killed himself."

"And why would he do that? Stiles was happy!" She practically screamed. "He was as happy as he's always been when you fucked with him." Lydia was protesting so much that the group was convinced she would stomp her foot. The redhead's voice was strong and defiant, while her head was held high.

The demon glared at her menacingly, with an expression so filled with hate on Stiles's face that Lydia stumbled back. Scott and Allison took protective stances beside her, while Derek, Isaac, and Mel moved closer to the circle. The demon held eye contact with Lydia and started speaking in a cold voice. "And how happy was that, Lydia? How happy could Stiles have been with memories of a mother lost, a neglecting alpha for a friend-" At this, the demon clearly glared at Scott, who's jaw clenched. "-and a certain redheaded girl that ignored is love for seven years?" The demon's voice suddenly gained momentum, going from menacing to plain forceful. "Should I just remind you all how much you have screwed with this guy? Derek, with your verbal and physical abuse. Allison, the crazy bitch who let her grandfather beat him until his cheek bled. Do you know he still has nightmares about that?" At that, both Lydia and Scott looked at a regretful Allison with shock. Stiles hadn't told anyone about that night, and Allison never apologized. She knew she should have, but she never really got the chance.

The demon was still going, though, despite the major curtain he just pulled back. "And, even after all this bullshit, Stiles still does everything for you. He's saved you, all of you, more times than you know. Did he even mention the time he preformed CPR on a dying Cora, Derek?" Derek head shot up at Cora's name, staring at the demon to see if he was lying. He wasn't.

The demon glared at them all again, eyes going darker and darker. "Just remember, you've screwed with Stiles way more than I ever could. You're the reason he was so venerable to possession. You can't blame me for your juvenile problems!" With this final cry, the earth started to shake, knocking the whole group of their feet. Furniture toppled, glass shattered, and the ground only became more and more unsteady. After what felt like minutes of this, the shaking abruptly stopped.

Mel, as the first to recover from the shock, what the first to realize the demon's absence. She heaved out a sigh as she took notice of the cracked devil's trap that obviously allowed his escape.

"Well, shit."

Okay, this was a filler chapter. I openly admit that.

This story does have a big storyline, and I'm trying to find the best way to manage it. Unfortunately, I'm always busy. I figured, instead of going on hiatus, I'll do what I can when I can. So please be patient with me, more chapters are coming. I'd also like to thank all of those who are following and commenting. It's really sweet and heartwarming to know people care about this story. So yeah, thanks.

Seeya soon!

-Jen