Hiya everyone! Time to start introducing some drama to this fic. Courtesy of Peter of course.
Thanks again to Kent, who's a sweetheart, you make this kitty happy with your reviews!
Today's title can be read like the opening title cards to [Adult Swim]'s Black Dynamite. I got bored. Sue me. Not really. I'm poor.
Chapter 7: The Problems with Peter (Or: Peter Hale's a Sick Bastard)
As Peter stood across the street watching the psuedo-pups playing, thoughts raced through his minds. Evil thoughts. Thoughts that could return him to the glorious power he once had. And it all revolved around them. He decided to make himself scarce before he could be noticed, heading back to whatever hole he had been lurking in to plan.
He had gotten close to Stiles already. Walked right into the loft and up to the nursery without waking Derek and Ennis. He leaned over the crib with a poison honey smile and ever so softly started whispering the most horrid things imaginable into Stiles' ear while he slept like the innocent cherub he was. Was. That had a nice ring to it for Peter. He had watched his face twist from cherubic innocence into pure, unadulterated fear. Primal and pure. Absolutely arousing. It only made his want to get his hands on Stiles that much greater. He would steal him right from under Derek's nose.
He would break the boy, destroy him and in the process his competition for control of the Beacon Hills pack. Stiles would break under him, and in turn he would break the other wolves. One. By. One. They would all fall to him. They would break. They would beg for mercy. And they would receive none. He was going to enjoy ripping every one of them apart. Watching them squirm beneath him like the worms they were. He would have his power back, and oh! it would be delicious.
Later that evening, Derek and Ennis came to pick up Stiles. Melissa was a bit sad to see him go, having grown rather attached to little Stiles, but Derek promised to bring him by tomorrow. Ethan decided to tag along with Ennis and Derek, also having grown attached to Stiles but wanting to ask the two how to go about something like this that he and Danny could do with Aiden. They all headed over to the loft, Ennis carrying Stiles who was asleep and Ethan chatting with Derek about future plans for Aiden.
Derek opened the door and they headed inside. Something seemed off to the wolves but they couldn't put their fingers on what it was. Ennis had this sinking feeling and something smelled rotten. Ethan chalked it up to it probably being the trash chute, as it was around the time everyone started dumping trash. Maybe someone had dumped some rotten meat down the chute. Still, Ennis felt something was not right, yet not a single item in the loft looked out of place. It was just as they had left it.
Maybe he was thinking too much on it. He put his thoughts aside, maybe he was just tired of chasing Peter all day with zero results. He was going to put Stiles in bed since he was already asleep, have a pleasant dinner with his mate and Ethan, and then get some much needed sexual therapy from Derek. He headed upstairs to the nursery and turned on the light.
There was a rotting deer carcass in the center of the room. It's neck had been broken at some obscene angle so that it was hanging upside down and staring at Ennis with glassy, dead eyes as he stood there in shock, protectively holding Stiles. Blood had been smeared on the walls and claw marks had slashed through the upholstery on the rocking chair. The stag's entrails were hanging from the mobile in the most nightmarish way possible and Ennis had to hold from throwing up as he quickly retreated and ran downstairs.
"We need to go. Now." He said, handing Stiles to Derek and snatching up the keys. Derek asked what was wrong and Ennis explained by sending the two upstairs to see the hell the nursery had been transformed into. The two came back downstairs, the color drained from their faces and they quickly left. This had officially gotten out of hand.
Ambiguous chapter? Check. Cliffhanger? Double check. Short chapter? Check-ity check. I do apologize for this being so incredibly short. But I did that on purpose to up the drama. Oh and as for the carnage in the nursery I got the idea from a Hannibal, yeah that Hannibal, fic on AO3 that had the hilarious tag of "Swiggity swag the nightmare stag." I couldn't help myself.