God dammit! [Stiles closed his eyes for a second, then stood up resolutely. Derek couldn't even give him a peaceful death, Jesus Christ.] Fine...I guess I'll do it myself, then.
[Stiles glanced at the ground, stomach churning at the bodies that littered it, before spotting a sharp looking shard of storefront glass and moved with the intention to walk over and pick it up.]
What the - ! [Stiles yelped, yanked back harder than he would have had the forethought to expect. Derek's eyes are red again, and for a brief second Stiles thought he might have changed his mind - but of course, he hadn't, stubborn wolf...]
Lay it on me. [Stiles asked in a tired voice, giving in slightly. Not up; not yet, at least. Derek was providing a sliver of hope and what the hell, how could this get any worse?]
...Okay. [Stiles relaxed a little more when no foreign consciousness appeared to stop the wolf, stumbling as Derek dragged him.]
[As much as he didn't want to admit it, wasn't going to admit it, Stiles trusted Derek. Trusted him with his life - literally.]
[It wasn't a long way to the trail that led to Derek's house, and Stiles couldn't help but feel like they were fleeing the scene more than saving people.]
I don't know...maybe. [Stiles shifted nervously, arms wrapping around his midsection.] What are we doing, Derek?
[The demon was, in fact, still inside of Stiles, and would have revealed itself after Derek prevented Stiles from killing himself if not for the curiosity of finding out what exactly the Alpha had in mind; be it making a deal of some kind or trading himself. It's one weak spot was a good mystery.]
Derek no don't - [Stiles sentence cut off in a maniac cackle, eyes flashing black.] You're going to have to do better than that, wolf. It's so comfortable in here...
[The demon stroked Stiles' arm in mock fondness, grinning up at Derek.]
Yes. He fits me so well. [The demon was practically purring, so-far satisfied with it's perceived victory.] And ooh, you should hear him scream...
More of a requirement, [The demon drawled, pacing over to the porch of the house and leaning against it, testing it's weight.] Makes it easier to get inside their heads when they've got the self-esteem of a spoon.
Of course he will. [The demon simpered, sly grin sliding across its stolen face.]
Because you're no fun. You're already broken. [The demon pouted, resting Stiles' arms against the rotting railing of the house.] You've been patched up a bit, sure, but there's not much to be done to you...Your pet human, on the other hand, what a soul he has. Just begging to be picked apart, piece by piece, and all I needed was an opening to slip through; which he so generously provided.
Not if he keeps screaming like that. Did you know he was a screamer, Derek? [The demon mocked, following the wolf up onto the porch after a moment.]
Oh, poor little werewolf. You understand nothing about my kind, hm? I'm not a mindless killing machine, darling. [The demon sauntered closer to the Alpha, contemplating him like one would a new piece of furniture.] I have a job to do; this town is just a spot of fun. Then I'm joyriding this kid out into the big bad world and it'll all be blood and bones.
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[Stiles glanced at the ground, stomach churning at the bodies that littered it, before spotting a sharp looking shard of storefront glass and moved with the intention to walk over and pick it up.]
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Lay it on me. [Stiles asked in a tired voice, giving in slightly. Not up; not yet, at least. Derek was providing a sliver of hope and what the hell, how could this get any worse?]
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[As much as he didn't want to admit it, wasn't going to admit it, Stiles trusted Derek. Trusted him with his life - literally.]
[It wasn't a long way to the trail that led to Derek's house, and Stiles couldn't help but feel like they were fleeing the scene more than saving people.]
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[The demon was, in fact, still inside of Stiles, and would have revealed itself after Derek prevented Stiles from killing himself if not for the curiosity of finding out what exactly the Alpha had in mind; be it making a deal of some kind or trading himself. It's one weak spot was a good mystery.]
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[The demon stroked Stiles' arm in mock fondness, grinning up at Derek.]
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More of a requirement, [The demon drawled, pacing over to the porch of the house and leaning against it, testing it's weight.] Makes it easier to get inside their heads when they've got the self-esteem of a spoon.
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Because you're no fun. You're already broken. [The demon pouted, resting Stiles' arms against the rotting railing of the house.] You've been patched up a bit, sure, but there's not much to be done to you...Your pet human, on the other hand, what a soul he has. Just begging to be picked apart, piece by piece, and all I needed was an opening to slip through; which he so generously provided.
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Oh, poor little werewolf. You understand nothing about my kind, hm? I'm not a mindless killing machine, darling. [The demon sauntered closer to the Alpha, contemplating him like one would a new piece of furniture.] I have a job to do; this town is just a spot of fun. Then I'm joyriding this kid out into the big bad world and it'll all be blood and bones.
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