Chapter 12: Tease

I know I didn't die but I sure did feel like it for a while. My body is sore but no longer in pain. I stretch out my limbs before opening my eyes. The sun shines through my sheer drapes into my room.

My room?

Shocked, I rise up to look around.

How did I get here?

I don't remember getting home; least I remember I was laying on the ground overcome in pain and agony. I was sure I was going to die.

I rub the sleep out of my eyes walking to my attached bathroom. I can walk perfectly fine which is also weird. My reflection is as horrifying as I imagined. My swollen eye can now open and my lip is still tender. There is a cut on my forehead but looking at the stitches it is in the process of healing. I hop in the shower scrubbing off all the grimy and blood off as I recall how I was covered in cuts and bruises from the Nogitsune then putting on a pair of yoga shorts and a basic tee. Seeing my rat nest I call hair all over the place I brush out the knots and tangles before I put it in a top knot. I brush my teeth before I walked down my stairs.

The loud sound of snoring stops me in my tracks. Two figures sleep carelessly on my designer couches. I pick up the smell fast food eases my defenses. As I get closer I recognize Scott's messy hair along with five days' worth of fast food trash on my glass coffee table. Stiles lay face down on my couture couch with drool slipping down his lips. I curl my lip in disgust as I look around my living space. My chic Euro eclectic style living room is a disaster.

"Boys," I call.

Stiles snoring got louder.

"Boys," I yell loudly.

Startled Stiles twist on the couch falling on my wood floors. Scott wakes up after his best friend's loud fall. They both stare at me in amazement. I raise my eyebrow in suspicion.

"Is there a reason why my living room is a mess?"

Stiles get up and walk to me leaning his face into my personal space. I look back at him noticing there is color in his face. His eyes have that familiar warmth to it. This is the real Stiles and it doesn't look like he is dying. He touches my cheek and I flinch away for it. Scott and Stiles stare confused as I stare back.

"We thought you died." Stiles says.

"I couldn't hear your heart beating," Scott says at the same time. "I can't hear it now." He whispers.

Stiles steps back giving me a once over.

"Are you a zombie? I didn't know that succubus can turn into one," Stiles rambles looking away from me. "I mean you look fine to me. I mean for a zombie that is. Not saying you aren't ugly, in fact perfect. I should stop talking."

His cheeks start to redden with blush and Scott gives him a shut up look. I cast him a blank stare before shaking my head.

"The reason why you can't hear it is because it is locked away for safe keeping," I answer.

Confusion and shock are apparent on their faces.

"How is that even possible?"

"That just raises more questions." Stiles says stressfully with his hands tangled in his dark hair.

"I will explain, after you clean up," I command pointing at the trash and shoes before walking in my kitchen.

After putting on my teapot on the stove I quickly move to my cabinet to open my safe. I put in the code and take out the little muscle from the box. With my heart in my hand I close the safe and turn around with the boys staring at it.

The soft muscle beats softly in my hand. Quickly I push it in my chest causing a sharp gasp to come from my lips. It isn't painful but it is very uncomfortable taking it out and in.

"There, locked in place."

Several seconds pass us.

"That doesn't explain what just happened," Scott asks.

"My heart is the only thing that keeps me from dying. As a demon I have to protect it, if I was to be stabbed through it I would die," I answer.

"Wait, I thought you were a succubus," Stiles ask leaning on my counter.

"A succubus is a specific type of demon," Scott answers.

"What happened to the Notisgue?" I ask.

"He is locked up," Stiles answers.

So much for my chance to kick his ass.

"I wonder how I healed so quickly," I comment examining my slightly purple fingers.

"I took some of your pain away, but it took you three days to heal. Deaton had to stitch up some of the cuts. We thought we lost you as well," Scott said.

As well?

I looked at him shocked.

"Wait, who died?" I asked.

The boys stared down at their feet in mourning.

"Allison."

My throat instantly tightened. I wasn't close to her but it doesn't take away the feeling of sadness when someone you know is gone forever.

"Her funeral was yesterday and Derek is missing now. Lydia is fine though," said Scott.

"She has been stopping by everyday checking on you. She wanted to say thank you for protecting her," Stiles says with a weak smile.

"She said something happened when you were there but wouldn't say," Scott hinted for an explanation.

"Nothing happened, I got beat up that's all," I lied.

"Raquel, I can hear your heart. I can tell when you are lying."

I narrow my eyes at him as my kettle whistles.

"There is nothing to tell okay, so just drop it," I growl .

My eyes flash without my control causing the boys to jump back. I press my eyes close to change back while taking a few deep breaths.

"It has been a long week and I am tired. Thank you helping but I need to be left alone," I dismissed them grabbing my mug with a tea bag in it.

"Thank you, Raquel. You may not consider us your friends but we do," I hear Scott say.

Great, now I feel like an asshole after he saved my life. He didn't have to but he did. Because he thinks we are friends. I hear the front door opens then closes.

I poured the boiling water into the mug, steeping the teabag. A scratch noise on the tile floor causes me to whip my head to the intruder.

Stiles takes a seat at the kitchen island and flashes me a goofy grin. Just when I thought I scared both of them away.

"I thought I told you to leave," I say turning back to my mug.

"It takes more than flashing your pretty eyes to scare me off, besides I figured you would enjoy my company," he says cheekily.

I can hear the innocence in his words but I can use a little harmless entertainment.

I pull the band out of my hair letting it drape on my back. Turning around I give him a sultry grin placing my cup on the counter.

"Thank you for wanting to keep me company. It feels so lonely not having someone here with me sometimes," I walk towards him.

His heart beats faster as I sit on the counter in front of him. The redness in his cheeks starts to glow.

"Su-re...I mean sure I don't mind hanging out with you," he stutters.

I move closer until I'm practically sitting on his lap. His body starts to shake in anxiety. His ears and face turns a bright pink.

"What are you doing," he asks.

"I'm bringing us closer together, Stilinski. Isn't that what you want," I ask with fake innocent pout.

I bring his face closer till there are only a few centimeters between us. I grind my hips into his; his tool in his pants comes a live as I rub my pelvis on his. My hands trail under his shirt, lightly raking my nails on his chest and abs.

"Isn't that what you want? To be closer. We can get even closer, Stiles. We can be close all night long."