Chapter Eighteen:

"So is she gonna wake up anytime soon or…?" Isaac questioned from his position perched on the loft's window-side table.

Stiles looked up from the blue velvet couch where an unconscious Jane rested- and glared at the other teen.

"I don't know Isaac, because no-one is telling me what's going on with her." He hissed- turning his head to glare at Peter and Derek- who were both sitting on the spiral staircase in the shadowed corner like the weird creepers they were. He called Derek to help his friend- not for more confusion.

"I think it's a vampire bite- it looks like a vampire bite." Isaac offered not helpfully, swinging his legs back and forth on the table and picking at his nails. For a kid with known psychopathic tenancies- he was exceedingly innocent-looking.

"Nope. Not a vampire." Peter stated simply and somewhat smugly from his seat on the staircase. He stood up from his perch on the metal steps and walked down and over to where Jane and Stiles were resting- his hands were positioned in his jean pockets lazily. He looked at Jane curiously and with a cold- unsympathetic gaze- a twinkle in his eye that Stiles had learn to associate with fun. The things Peter Hale found fun were usually either horrific- or something to do with an embarrassed Derek; Stiles had learnt to accept this no matter how much it creeped him out.

"What do you mean? Why do you sound so sure?" Derek demanded, looking at his uncle from where he was still sitting at the bottom of dark staircase. His features were riddled with classic Derek Hale scrunchy-faced confusion, "I don't even knew what the Hell did this to her."

Peter rolled his blue eyes at his nephew, not bothering to look up from the calculating gaze that he held on Jane.

"Derek I am twelve years older than you and much more ruthless- I think I probably have a better grasp of things that go bump in the night."

Derek looked severely insulted, and Stiles was pretty sure if the dude actually was a wolf- his ears would be bent back in embarrassment. Aww, poor little alpha.

"And your 'better grasp' is telling you what exactly?" Stiles asked, hoping for Peter to get to the point. He just wanted to know if this was something they could help…or if Jane was just gonna keep getting worse.

Peter smiled wickedly at Stiles- maintaining silent eye-contact for way too long. "It's telling me that it wasn't a vampire who did this to your friend." At that he shot a mocking look at Isaac. The boy blushed.

"Oh, and please tell us all how you came to this conclusion?" Stiles inquired, narrowing his eyes at the older male.

"Well for one thing- she's not completely out of blood." Peter stated in an off-hand sort of way, shrugging as he stepped closer to Stiles and the unconscious girl.

"When a vamp drinks from a live source- it always drains them. No matter what, if a vampire bites to drink- they kill every time." The pure implications of what Peter was saying…paired with the fact that Stiles had gone on a date with one of them, it made his gut churn.

"But uh, Toby" god Stiles wished he isn't have to mention him," He said that only the demon-vamp thingy's killed."

Peter raised his eyebrows, "Oh- is Toby that vampire friend of yours?"

Stiles could hear Derek's insulting huff coming from the corner. Dude still hadn't gotten over the vampire-werewolf rivalry huh?

"Well either way- he was right. And that just proves the point further that it wasn't a vamp…demon-vamps are kind of easily detectable, or at least their aftermath is. They're kind of like omegas; zero class and all teeth." Peter stroked at his goatee thoughtfully- like some evil spy movie villain.

"Well- do you have any idea what did do this? Because it certainly seems pretty sketchy." Stiles almost mumbled the words under his breath- his attention focused back on Jane, who looked sick and pasty.

"Well I do have one theory." Peter drawled, crossing the room to lean his back against a wooden beam connecting to the ceiling.

"And would you like the share with the rest of the class?" Derek hissed from the shadows, obviously having lost as much patience as Stiles had.

Isaac seemed content though- just watching things fold out…or actually he was looking at Jane- kinda creepily too.

"What is your girlfriend's sexual orientation?" Peter asked instead- ignoring Derek completely, he asked it like he was just asking for the weather forecast or something normal like that.

Stiles chose to ignore the girlfriend statement due to his utter shock.

Derek hid his face in his palms, shaking his head in the pure motion of 'why!?' - Like he was used to Peter's antics. Isaac looked thoroughly confused, looking from Peter, to Stiles to Derek with a lost-puppy expression that both he and Scott could do so well.

Stiles just…

"What?" that was really the only response he could muster up; as his brain had seemed to temporarily explode from the randomness of such a question.

Because seriously, what?!

"It's simple Stiles. I asked what her sexual-orientation was. Does she like boys or girls or both? It's not that hard." Peter sighed; shaking his head back and forth mockingly like he was implying Stiles was massive levels of ignorant.

"I-uhh…boys?" Stiles was still confused and it didn't help that he seemed to be soaking up residual confusion from Isaac as well.

Peter raised an eyebrow at him, waving his hand in a 'go on' motion.

Stiles cleared his throat, looking down at the unconscious body of his friend, breathing steadily in and out like she was just in a deep sleep and hadn't passed out merely an hour ago.

"Yeah- I'm pretty sure she likes guys, you know since whenever a good-looking one comes into the cafe she'll start telling me in detail about the overly-sexual honeymoon night that they're eventually going to have together…" Stiles paused awkwardly, not entirely comfortable talking about this subject in front of three werewolves that he seldom got along with.

Derek looked up at Stiles after he had spoken, frowning at the teen and then at Jane.

"So yeah, she's straight…or you know- bi? Because there was this one point where she expressed her need to marry Emma Watson. But, you know- even the gayest man alive would want to marry Emma Watson, so I don't actually know whether or not that's a valid indicator of Jane's sexuality."

Peter was nodding in a calculating way- going back to thumbing at his beard like an evil mastermind.

"Why are you asking anyway?" Stiles narrowed his eyes at Peter, "Are you going to start hitting on her? Because while I can't vouch for her not liking elder men- I'm pretty sure she'd draw the line at mass-murderer."

Peter scoffed- mimicking a taken aback expression, hand raised dramatically over his heart.

"I would never." He gasped, faux shocked "I've only ever seen this young woman unconscious and ill, Stiles. What kind of deviant do you think I am?"

Stiles raised an eyebrow just as Derek snorted: "The kind that somehow came up with a plan to resurrect himself using a teenage girl, in case of death."

OH BUUUUURN!

Peter glared, "To be fair I picked her because she was a banshee- not because she was a high schooler."

Stiles sighed and rubbed at the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Are we actually going to get to the point now? Because I'd really like to know what's wrong with Jane."

"Oh so your girlfriend is called Jane?" Peter asked sounding interested. Or at least as interested Peter Hale could get in something that didn't involve murder.

"Uh- yeah? And she's not my girlfriend. Now can you please help her? Otherwise I'm just going to leave and go to Deaton…as a matter of fact I probably should have called him in the first place- since none of you are being of any use." Stiles glared at Peter.

"She's not you girlfriend?" Derek asked, his eyebrows furrowed and calculating.

Why did he care anyway?

"Nope- we just work together at the café." Stiles stated bluntly and then turned back to Peter, "Now are you going to give me an answer or what?" he demanded.

Peter chuckled, "Oh alright." He sighed.

"So, I've come to the conclusion- with both the bite and what you told me about her recent down-trodden nature. I'm pretty sure we're dealing with an incubus."

Stiles frowned just as Isaac piped up, "Like the sex-demon?"

Peter looked absolutely delighted for some weird, sadistic reason.

"Yep like the sex demon." He stated happily, "Male sex demon to be specific, or I guess it could be a succubus depending on whether or not she's into women…Anyway, the information Stiles told us about how tired she's been lately- and with how sick she looks, it's not a hard conclusion to draw." Peter shrugged.

"Ahhh- so, like- what is happening and how do we fix it?" Stiles asked, not really sure how else to put it.

"Well incubuses usually visit someone in their sleep. Or really theirs sex dreams, and they feed off of the energy inside their victim. It usually only starts at about once a month- but it escalates until every time the victim sleeps- the demon will be there to claim its price. It's also kind of beneficial for the incubus in the fact that the more they drain the victim- the more the victim will need to sleep- and therefore it kind of just gets worse and worse until BAM! Coma. And then, maybe a few weeks after that the victim's heart will give out because of the stress of giving up so much power- after that the demon just moves on to another target and starts the whole process again."

Stiles considered what Peter had said for a few minutes and then pondered aloud; "How do you even know so much about sex demons anyway?"

In all honestly, Stiles thought, Maybe it would be better off not knowing at all.

"I'm a werewolf Stiles- it's part of the job to keep knowledge of my supernatural brethren." Peter looked smugly across to his nephew, "But of course Derek here doesn't know anything- because he's basically shit at being a werewolf, even though he was born into it."

Derek's eyes flashed and he growled at his uncle threateningly- but other than that the insult didn't seem to mind him all that much. He was probably used to Peter's tenancies anyway.

"So, uh- if it is this…incubus, then how do we stop it?" Stiles queried- looking at Jane worriedly as he spoke. If Peter was right; then the girl wouldn't be able to take much more of this treatment.

"Oh no- getting rid of a sex demon is actually relatively easy." Peter stated.

"Annnnd?" Stiles urged, wondering if he kicked Peter in the balls maybe the man would stop being s vague.

"She basically just needs to bathe in a bunch of cleansing herbs and mountain ash- most of which I don't possess, but our lovely local veterinarian does."

Really, it was that easy?

"Deaton?" Stiles asked and Peter nodded.

Greeeeeat. If Stiles hated Peter for his vagueness- then the Obi-Wan style avoidance of everything simply put that Dr. Alan Deaton had going on was sure to absolutely kill him.

But, he supposed, he had to help Jane out…even if that meant dealing with Scott's annoyingly roundabout boss.

Super.