The doorbell resounded through the empty house. I sighed and rolled off the bed. I exited my room and padded down the hallway, stopping short at the stop of the steps.

"Stiles," I glanced down at my boyfriend. He looked tired, dark purple splotches present under his eyes. "What are you… When did you get a key? Are you okay? You look tired, come on." I waved him up, heading back into my room. I didn't hear him behind me, but I felt his presence. I turned around quickly, his body a mere inches from mine. I took a step back, putting a little space between us. Something was off about the man that stood before me, but I shook it off, opening my arms and allowing him to step into their embrace. I gasped as I felt his hand snake down my pajama bottoms and slip beneath my panties. I didn't say anything but allowed my eyes to roll back as his fingers slid through my folds.

"He really gets you off, doesn't he?"

I sucked in a deep breath as he pushed two fingers into me. I grasped at his shoulder, one hand clinging to the back of his head. I was so lost in the ecstasy of pleasure that I missed the exact words that he'd spoken. "Stiles," I pushed down on his hand, trying to get him to stop.

He continued to pump his fingers as he moved our adjoined bodies backwards, the back of my knees hitting the bed. He pulled out of me, before abruptly pushing me down onto the soft mattress. He leaned forward, grabbing the legs of my pants and pulled, removing them from my body. He tossed them aside, greedily looking down at me. I watched as he licked his lips, kneeling before me. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching him closely.

In the short amount of time that Stiles and I had been together, he had yet to go down on me. Now, as he kneeled before me, his eyes dark, I burned with the thought of his tongue working its magic on my clit. I yelped in surprise when his long fingers gripped my underwear, yanking hard. The sound of the thin fabric ripping startled me, but it was his parting of my legs with force and attacking my pussy with a ferocious desire that had me squirming under his touch. His lips attached to my small bundle of nerves and he sucked, his head shaking back and forth. I wiggled, grasping for his hair, pushing at the back of his head. I tried to thrust my hips up, but his arm snaked across my lower abdomen, keeping me pinned to the bed. His tongue drew figure eights and the fire that was growing, burned even brighter until my entire body pulsated with the flooding wave. Stiles lapped at my juices, before standing up, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

He quickly rid himself of his jeans before positioning his body on top of me. I tried to kiss him, but he pulled his head away, keeping his lips at a distance. He grabbed at my tank, pulling it over my head. My bare nipples becoming erect as the cool air washed over them. His greedy mouth latched onto one as his hand palmed the other roughly. The desire built, becoming insatiable and I started to writhe. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to grind my hips into his underwear clad bulge.

"Stiles, I need you now." He answered my plea, extracting his erect penis from its confines and lined it with my entrance. Without warning, he rammed into me. I was thankful that my parents weren't home, as my lustful screams filled the large house. He hammered in and out, the pleasurable pain ripping through me. My walls started to clench around him quicker than they had before, and I stained to keep the fire at bay. Stiles kept going and with each thrust, he stoked that fire brighter and hotter, until I couldn't keep it from exploding. He kept the pace up, riding me out until he started to twitch, releasing into me as my fire started to die down.

He pulled out, wiping himself clean, before pulling his pants back on. I sat up, my arms covering my chest, as I felt the need to protect myself from his intense gaze.

"Stilinski...that was...that was unexpected," I fumbled over my words, my nerves clenching at my stomach.

He cocked his head to the side, approaching me. He bent down, kissing the top of my head, "I can see why he likes you sweetheart, that was great." With those final words spoken, he spun around and disappeared from my view.

I sat there, stunned and confused. What had just happened? Stiles wouldn't just have sex with me… No, Stiles wouldn't just fuck me and then leave. I hadn't seen nor heard from him in days and to just have him breeze in, fuck my brains out, then leave, was completely out of character. A nauseous wave washed over me, and I felt dizzy. I reached for my phone and called the one person who knew Stiles better than I did.

The phone rang several times before the boy picked up, "Hello?" He sounded sleepy, but I needed him.

"Scott, something weird just happened."

"What do you mean?" His voice more awake.

"Stiles was just here and he said something very strange. He said, 'I can see why he likes you sweetheart', right after he kissed me on the head. Then he just left. Stiles wouldn't just leave, not like that." I could feel the tears starting to build but I didn't want to show Scott just how unnerved I was. "I just don't get it. Where has he been? Why would he do that? I just…"

"Give me five minutes Savannah, I'm heading over now." He interrupted me.

The phone went dead in my ear and I set it down. I searched the room for my discarded clothes, dressing myself before I heard footsteps pounding up the wooden steps.

Scott burst into my room moments later, "Are you okay?"

I nodded my head, "Physically, yes, I'm fine. Not sure I'm okay otherwise."

"You'll want to be sitting down for what I'm about to tell you." Scott started to pace my bedroom, and I perched on the end of the bed, watching his movements. He looked over at me, his eyes sympathetic, "This is going to be hard to understand, but I need you to bear with me, okay." He waited for my confirmation before continuing, "There are a lot of odd things that happen in this town, and we'll explain it all to you but for now, I want you to know that Stiles isn't really Stiles."

"What? What do you mean by that?" I shook my head in bewilderment.

"It's hard to explain, but basically, Stiles has been possessed by an evil spirit. He's in there, but the spirit has been controlling his every move. We've been trying to figure out how to rescue him, and we were hoping to do it before you found out, but now, now we've got a lot of explaining to do. Get dressed and come with me."

I did as Scott asked, proceeding to accompany him to the animal clinic. That night I learned about a lot of things, things that I still don't understand. I was certain about one thing, my world was changing. I knew one thing though, I wanted Stiles back and I would do whatever I had to do. I needed him to return to me, I needed him to be my Stilinski again, no matter what.