Luka's POV
There's knocking downstairs. "Showtime." Stiles says, grinning. I nod, suddenly nervous again. I gulp, and follow Stiles downstairs.
I hear Scott talking to someone. I hear him mention me. Shrugging, I follow Stiles to the living room. Derek's there, along with Braeden, Cora, Aiden, and some other guy, who I assume is Peter.
"Everyone else is on their way," Derek says to me and Stiles. "Anyway, Peter, Luka. Luka, Peter." He says, gesturing as he says our names. I nod at Peter.
"Well well well. Another Stilinski, huh? Where have you been hiding all this time?" Peter asks. I scowl at him.
"I was at college." I answer him.
"I see. Did Stiles tell you about me?" He asks.
"The killing spree came up." I say.
"Well, that definitely wasn't my finest moment." He says. I scoff.
"The understatement of the millennium." I say, causing everyone to chuckle, except Derek, who just gives a little smile. Peter scowls. Before he can say anything, there's another knock on the door. Stiles answers it, and comes back with Jackson, Danny, Lydia, and Ethan.
"Allison, Erica, Boyd and Isaac are right behind us," Lydia says to Stiles. "So you might as well either leave the door open for them, or wait."
"What about Malia, Liam, Mason and Kira?" Stiles asks, heading back to the door.
"I don't know. Last I knew, Kira and Malia are getting Liam and Mason." She says, taking a seat on the couch, while Jackson sits next to her and pulls her close to him.
It's about ten minutes before everyone else shows up. Scott clears his throat to gain everyone's attention. "Okay, you guys met Luka earlier," He starts off, and I give a little wave. "Anyways, as of now Luka is officially pack. But no giving him a hard time by playing pranks or something." He says, glaring at the twins and Isaac. They all raise their hands in surrender. Satisfied, Scott nods at Derek.
"Alright, so I've been doing research, and I think I know what this thing is. And I know how to defeat it. Scott, I'm sorry, but we're going to have to break your 'no killing' rule." He says, looking at Scott. "See, it's called a Succubus. It mostly targets men, and it bites to kill its victims. The fangs are poisonous, and it works fast. Almost instantly. Luka, you got lucky. It only scratched you. If it had bitten you, you wouldn't be sitting there right now. You'd be dead."
Stiles moves so he's sitting next to me. Scott sighs. "There's no way to stop it without killing it?" He asks.
Derek shakes his head. "The only weakness it has is silver. A silver bullet to the heart, or anything silver, really, will kill it. Even a small cut could do some serious damage to it." He says.
Stiles and I exchange a look. "Well Stiles probably injured it pretty badly, then," I say, looking at Derek, then Scott.
They both raise their eyebrows. "What do you mean?" Scott asks. Stiles tells him about the attack.
"I didn't really think about it. I just wanted to get it away from my brother." Stiles says. "Guess we just got lucky."
"Very. It's probably very injured right now, more vulnerable. Weak. Nice work, Stiles." Derek says.
"Uh, thanks." Stiles says, a little taken aback. Huh. Derek must not praise him much.
"So now what?" Jackson asks.
"We wait until it attacks again and-" Scott starts.
"No. No waiting. If we wait, it can heal itself. We want to attack now, while it's weak. Otherwise we could lose our chance." Derek says.
Scott sighs. "I don't like killing. But if it's the only way..." He looks at Derek. "Do you think you can find it?" He asks.
Derek shrugs. "A succubus moves around a lot. However, the fact that it's injured means it'll be in the same place for a bit. So that'll make it somewhat easier to find." He says.
Scott nods. "Alright, so we find it, and kill it. Derek and I will take care of the Succubus. The rest of you, keep on guard. If this thing's too much trouble, we'll howl." He says. The wolves and Malia nod.
"Alright, Scott, if we're going to do this, let's go." Derek says. Scott nods and they leave.
"Who wants to play twenty questions with Luka?" Lydia asks, grinning at me. Everyone except Stiles raises their hand. Stiles just laughs.
"You guys do that. I'll just be over there watching and enjoying every moment of it." He says, sitting down a bit away from the group. I playfully glare at him.
"Gee. Thanks. Good to know you have my back." I say. Stiles just laughs and shakes his head. "Alright, you guys wanna ask me questions, go for it." I say, smiling.
"I'll go first," Cora says. I nod at her. "You mentioned to Peter about being at college. What did you go for?" She asks.
"Business management," I say.
Lydia leans forward. "Do you have a girlfriend?" She asks.
I shake my head. "No. I had one in college, but it didn't work out." I say, shrugging.
"What happened?" Allison asks.
"She was sleeping with my 'best friend'/roommate." I say, shrugging again. "I wasn't really in love with her, so I got over it pretty quick. I didn't anticipate it lasting, anyways."
The girls look at each other. "How come?" Malia asks.
I sigh. "Well, I've never really had a steady girlfriend. That one only lasted like, four months. The longest relationship I've ever had is two years." The girls nod.
"Alright, enough with the boring relationship questions," Jackson says. "What do you plan on doing with your business management degree?" He asks.
I smile at him, grateful for the subject change. "Business analyst." I answer.
Isaac rolls his eyes. "Work questions are just as boring as relationship ones. What's your favorite movie?"
I laugh. "Star Wars." The group groans, while Stiles and I smirk. "I'm actually the one that got him obsessed with it," I say, pointing at Stiles.
"Favorite color?" Liam asks.
"Red."
"What type of music do you like?" Mason asks.
"Rock."
"Favorite group?" Braeden asks.
I shrug. "Honestly? I can't choose one. I like them all."
"Hmm. Favorite animal?" Boyd asks.
I chuckle. "Ironically enough, wolves," I say. "You should see my room, everything has wolves on it."
"What's your favorite memory growing up?" Kira asks.
"Hm. Good question. When our mom was still alive, Stiles and I would draw her. these pictures. They were never very good, but they would have captions like, 'I love you', and 'Best Mom Ever'. It would make her so happy, she'd be in tears. Happy tears, of course. Then we would help her make cookies or brownies." The girls awed.
"You must miss her." Lydia says. Stiles looks a bit uncomfortable. I nod.
"I do. She's the reason why I decided to go into business. She made the suggestion before she got sick." I say, shooting an apologetic look at Stiles.
"If you had to live off one food forever, what would it be?" Ethan asks.
"Chicken." I say, without thought. "I could eat chicken every day."
"You kidding? He does eat chicken every day." Stiles says. "Everytime you turn around, he's got some form of chicken in his hands." Everyone laughs.
The game goes on like this, them asking me questions, me answering them, every now and then giving them answers that make them laugh. It's about an hour before Derek and Scott come back. We look up at them.
"We couldn't track it. Hunters came." Derek says, sighing. Everyone looks at Allison.
"Don't look at me. Dad would've told me." She says. "Must be a family passing through."
"It's alright, we'll just try again." Scott says. "So what have you guys been up to?" He asks.
"Just getting to know Big Brother." Lydia says, smiling at me. I smile back.
"That's good," Scott says. "So what do you think, Luka? Calmed down now?" He asks me. Everyone except for Stiles look confused. I nod.
"Yeah, I am. Sorry again." I say. He shrugs as if to say 'Don't worry'.
"Uh, what're you guys talking about?" Derek asks.
"You'll find out pretty quick, Luka's pretty protective of Stiles," Scott says, "Let's just say he reacted badly at first, when Stiles told him about everything going on."
I smile sheepishly at everyone. "I didn't like the idea of Stiles being constantly in danger." I say. The group nods in understanding.
"You tried to get him to leave the pack." Peter says.
I nod. "Stiles refused, caused a little fight, we got over it, I apologized, end of story." I say, shrugging.
"So what are we gonna do about the succubus?" Jackson asks. Derek and Scott look at each other.
"We're gonna have to try again." Scott says.
"We may have to lure it out..." Derek says, looking at me.
"But you don't have to do it." Scott says, also looking at me.
"What? Why me?" I ask.
"Because you got away. It was going to kill you, but you got away with just a scratch." Derek says.
"So?" I say.
"So.. It's going to come after you again. It's not in their nature to let a victim live." He says. Stiles moves closer to me.
"..."
"You don't have to do it." Scott says again.
"... I'll do it." I say.
"No!" Stiles says, glaring angrily at Derek and Scott. They look at him in surprise. "There HAS to be another way!"
I just give Scott and Derek a look that says 'let me handle this'. They nod.
"Stiles, it's okay." I say, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine."
Stiles looks at me with a panicked look. "I can't loose you too," he says quietly. "It's bad enough you got hurt by this thing, but being bait to draw it out? That's asking for trouble."
I smile softly at him. "I get it. But it'll be fine. We'll just have to come up with a pretty amazing plan to draw it out quickly and take care of it before it even thinks about attacking me."
Stiles sighs in defeat. "This is payback isn't it? For dumping all of this on you so suddenly?" He says, not happy at all.
I shrug. "You could've warned me, but that's not what this is about. I'm not mad anymore. At least now there's no more secrets between us. I want to help." He just nods, not saying anything else. I give him a hug. He clings to me.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine," I say, rubbing circles on his back to calm him. "It'll be over before you know it."
"I hope so." Stiles says into my shoulder.
"Okay." Scott says, gaining our attention. "Luka, this time, you'll be coming with us." I nod. "Just in case, Isaac and Boyd will come as well." They both nod. "Okay, let's go."