Shambles

“Are you completely sure you want to leave?” Stiles asked for the fifth time, watching as Steve packed his few clothes, not completely heal, not even close but with such a determination.  no matter the doctors opinions, even Bruce’s and his. Steve decision was to leave, “Stiles, you know the tower has a hospital right?”

Stiles twisted his mouth, “Right, but I don’t work there and I can’t take care-“

“Honey, I’m alright, I have been resting for days and I’m feeling just fine, alright?”

“Did you just called me honey?” Stiles asked perplex, raising his eyebrows. Immediately Steve dropped the shirt he was holding and frowned, he stared at him directly in the eye, “Yes”

Stiles pursed his lips and hummed, “Fine!” He finally exclaimed cause he couldn’t be that coward. He sent his hands to the air before turning around, in perfect time for him to hear his name on the out speakers, he couldn’t help but curse, he looked up from his shoulder, “I´ll see you back at home, please just please Steve, stay in your damn bed this time, I’m serious!” He demanded before turning around and running down the hall. 

But of course when Stiles returned back to the tower from a really exhausting shift, Steve was no where to be seen. He dropped his heavy bag staring at the empty room, the bed tangled but the big guy nowhere to be seen, “Jarvis? Can you please tell me where captain Roger is?” He asked staring at the ceiling before pinching the bridge of his nose with tiredness. 

“You’re not going to like the answer sir” Was Jarvis response and Stiles knew in that moment where the little punk was. 

“He’s at the gym, right?” He asked already walking back to the elevator. 

The first thing he saw as he walked outside the elevator was Scott and Derek returning back from training, panting and covered in sweat. Stiles couldn’t control himself when he stopped in dry and tried to take a step back when Derek saw him. It was the first time they saw each other, face to face, since he took him out of the water, since he found out about everything. Stiles twisted his mouth and made a head movement, saying his greetings to only Scott. 

Derek stared at him for an inch of a second and looked down, passing right through him. 

It didn’t feel good, to see him again, didn’t feel good. Stiles tried to push away his feelings and the glass doors of the gym opened up for him. He managed to listen Steve's heavy and panting breathing. The effort he was doing was loud and clear, it seemed he was trying too hard to not faint. Stiles leaned against the wall, watching him repeatedly hit the punching bag, until the pain was too much he had to stop and then he would start all over. 

It would always amaze Stiles, how hard headed Steve could be, Stiles wasn’t sure what he wanted to prove, he had survived through everything and he was still on his feet, there was nothing left to prove, so Stiles was truly thinking why in gods name Steve kept trying and trying to finish his routine when clearly he was struggling to even stand. He was such a hard headed and it was such a turn on. 

“If I told you to stay in bed to have sex, would you listen to me?” Stiles blurted out, tilting his head, smirking when Steve nearly jumped at the question. 

“Wha- what?” He stuttered, starting to remove the bandages from his hands. 

“You heard me big guy” Stiles exclaimed, half smiling with malice. When Steve didn’t answer, just stared at the floor with big eyes, Stiles smile became bigger, “I’m just wondering what can I possible say to finally get you into bed”

Steve rolled his eyes at him and put his bag over his shoulder, trying to hide his grin of pain but it didn’t went unnoticed by Stiles, who shook his head and took the bag from him, raising his hand to stop Steve when he opened his mouth to protest, “Don’t you even dare jerk, now get your cute butt to the flat right fucking now” Stiles demanded, pointing his arm to the elevator, challenging him with his eyes to say otherwise. Incredible, Steve dropped his shoulders and began walking, dragging his feet, as if he was a little kid who mother just scolded him. 

“Thats right and don’t give me those eyes"

Stiles watched as Steve prepared himself to shower, slowly taking the bandages from his stomach, to reveal the large scratched and still purple bruises. Stiles swallowed hard and looked down, shaking his head, he knew it had been a bad idea to let him out of the hospital.

“You know I can change on my own right?” He heard him quietly ask, followed by the sound of steps. 

Still Stiles couldn’t look up, he shook his head and deeply sighed, “Just shower Steve, I´ll be right here when you finish”

Stiles kept his promise, he waited on the bed. Steve had taken his time when he stepped outside the bathroom, a pair of black pants on and more bandages on his hand, “I think I could use some help” He muttered between gritted teeth. Stiles raised his eyebrows and smirked, “Seriously?” He whispered shaking his head when Steve only shrugged. 

“Come here”

Steve did what instructed. 

“Sit and don’t move” Stiles exclaimed, starting put on the bandages like the professional he was. 

“You know I’m alright, right?” Steve asked eventually.

Stiles hummed in answer, lightly touching his bruised ribs, making sure they were healing properly.

“Stiles?”

“I know Steve” He answered finally looking up at him, “I’m just not sure why you’re so stubborn, just stay in the goddamn bed honey, we don’t even know what attack you Steve, you lost a lot of energy and blood, you were out for days and I-“ He cut himself off before saying something he would regret. He quickly passed a hand through his hair before kneeling, “Just stay in the stupid bed alright?”

Steve remained quiet, watching him closely with narrowed eyes, “Did you just called me honey?”

Stiles stared at him and let out his breath as he slowly stood up, “Yes” He forcefully exclaimed walking to his side of the bed before leaning on it, “Now fucking sleep or I will make you sleep” He added getting the covers over him. He heard Steve quiet laugh, followed by feeling his warm body against him, “You’re an idiot” Stiles exclaimed turning around to hug him, he wasn’t sure the exact moment he turned into the one spooning but well, Steve was really comfortable. 

“Come one honey, lets not fight before going to bed” 

*

Stiles jumped high in the sky, as the pentagram burst into black flames, burning his hands, “Shit! Shit!” He yelled madly shaking himself before kicking the bowl filled with animal blood beside him, “Shit!” He exclaimed again. Getting even angrier a the mess he just did, “Shit” He breathed passing hand through his hair before sitting on the bed of what used to be his room. It was a treat Steve and him were sharing the flat. His old room had became a damn supernatural laboratory, if honest he had no idea how or when but no one wanted to came inside since the vibe had turned somehow evil. 

Anywise Stiles didn’t find it uncomfortable, he even liked it, he was pretty sure it wasn’t a good sign, but someone had to deal with the situation. Stiles took his notebook and tired apart the page with complete useless information he was using. He browse it again, reading, trying to find something new but as always he kept coming back to that same page. He began tapping his foot as his eyes read again, Amon.  

Stiles looked away visible concerned, he knew it was a bad idea, a terrible one, so why this annoying and constant reminder. He stood up and quickly walked out of his room, surprised to find Scott and Derek, quietly talking in the living room. Stiles froze on his place and twisted his mouth.

“Everything alright?” Scott asked. 

Stiles opened his mouth and looked down frowning, he noticed he had fresh blood on his clothes and surely they had listened his little tantrum, “Yeah… I just-“ He rambled, pointing back to the door of his old room and shuddering, “I made a mess” He finally exclaimed ready to leave when something stopped him. 

“Need some help?” Derek asked so carelessly, letting the question hang in the air, he didn’t even look at him in the eye. 

Stiles almost hit him, he shook his head and sent him a long stare, making sure to leave perfectly clear he was still so fucking mad at him, grateful he saved his life? Sure, they were fucking even. He turned around and walked faster, entering the elevator and pressing several times the common floor, desperately ignoring Derek’s quick steps, following him.

“Stiles, please wait” Derek exclaimed, putting his arm between the doors, making the elevator abruptly open. Stiles didn’t dare open his mouth. 

“Are you seriously not speaking to me? Ever again?” Derek breathed, extending his arms side to side. 

Still there was no answer, only silence. 

“I’m sorry Stiles, I’m truly sorry, I don’t- I don’t know what to do” Derek exclaimed, his eyes lost as Stiles had never seen and he couldn’t handle his painful glare, it was too much. 

“Stop it Derek, just stop it” He exclaimed, watching as the door closed in front of a baffling Derek. 

Stiles cleaned, or at least tried, the white carpet and tiles in complete silence, watching the red color disappeared slowly, he took a deep breath and continued his work.

“Looking pretty tense over there” He heard a cheeky, sarcastic voice exclaimed. 

Stiles knew who it belong before he looked up, “Long time, no see” He greeted Clint as he straightened up. 

Clint was leaning against the frame of the door, arms crossed over his chest with an easy half smile on his face. Stiles couldn’t quite remember the last time he had actually talked to him, things had being going so fast and abrupt, he kept missing people. It was honestly, a comfort to see him safe and sound, “Good to see you kid” Clint exclaimed, taking a dangerous step inside the room, he quickly looked around him and lightly whistle, “Well… you certainly being busy” 

Stiles couldn’t argue with that, “What can I say, I’m a man with a distinguished taste”

“Or you’re just a nutcase”

Stiles smirked and shook his head lightly, “Whats the difference man, now what can I do for you?”

Clint widely smiled, making his eyes disappeared for a moment, “Always straight to the point, huh?” He asked without really asking. Stiles only shrugged waiting for the answer, “Alright kid, we have news, important ones” Clint continued putting his hands inside his pocket as he began passing inside the room. 

Stiles narrowed his eyes, following closely his movements, there was something Clint wasn’t telling him.

“You can agree with the fact we have no fucking clue whats going on, the people all over around the world, are starting to lose hope on us and all of us have actually being on the verge of dead once or twice, attacked by fucking mythical creatures no one knew about”

“Your point?” Stiles interrupted him, not really being fan of listening all of their mistakes. 

“My point is, your brother, Thor, Bruce and Natasha decided to go back to Sweden to look for the energy source”

Stiles frowned and for a moment he didn’t understand his words, he frowned harder and tilted his head, “What?” But he didn’t give the chance to Clint to explain himself again. Stiles stormed out of the room, nearly tripping over with the mop. 

“Jarvis put the stupid of my brother on the phone right fucking now!” He yelled walking straight to the elevator, Clint right beside him.

“Wait Stiles! He didn’t want to bother you cause he knew you were to busy leading with…. your weird stuff” Clint muttered, before nervously bitting his lip, watching as Stiles was mentally deciding what insults properly fit his brother, “I’m going to kill him!” He exclaimed madly, passing side to side in the little metal box. 

“Sir, I’m sorry but Mr, Stark doesn’t wish to talk with you” Jarvis suddenly exclaimed quietly, even himself sounded scared to say to wrong words. 

Immediately Stiles sent a mad stare to the roof, “Are you fucking kidding me?!” He breathed sending his arms to the air, “That stupid idiot asshole-“ He began to yell before pinching the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths, he needed to calm himself down and most important, to not yell at Jarvis. 

“I’m sorry Jarvis, sorry just… thank you for your help, I will just…” He hissed trying to control his bad character, he climbed out and entered Tony’s flat, looking around like a choleric animal only to find a note, a stupid pink post it, stick on the fridge, with terrible handwritten it said:

“Be back when you less notice, don’t panic and take care of yourself and the others

P.D. do not dare follow me, we can handle this”

Stiles wrinkled the paper and pursed his lips, “I’m going to completely kill him” 

After making sure Steve was alright and completely asleep, finally resting, he returned to his flat. Clint had disappeared, afraid Stiles was gonna hit him instead of his brother when he came back. Stiles passed a hand through his hair, ready to get back to his tedious work when he heard something. His hand stopped centimeters away from the doorknob of his room, he doubt and frowned, leaning closer. He heard several book falling, as if someone was desperately looking for something. He finally twisted the doorknob when the sounds abruptly stopped. 

He wide opened the door and stared at the room, it was completely empty, not a single soul inside of it. Except every book of the bookshelf was now laying on the floor, all of them opened. Stiles walked around them, slowly analyzing them. He kneeled and caressed one of the open pages, it was an invocation spell. Stiles frowned noticing there was a pattern and every one of it pointed in one direction, Amon. 

Stiles stood up, taking several steps back, he looked up, around him, as if he could see the demon or feel him, a strange vibe covered the room, “This is what you want, huh?” He asked out loud before shaking his head. He was loosing his mind. 

He clenched his jaw as he understood there wasn’t other way, he wished there was, he knew he was directly falling into a trap, who had set it? There was no clue, he was falling blindly and he wasn’t sure how many people he was gonna drag along with him. 

He didn’t bother cleaning up the mess, he left the books right where they had fallen, he closed the door behind him as if that helped encapsulate all the evilness inside that room, it didn’t but it made Stiles feel a little less in constant danger. He knew what he had to do but he wasn’t complete sure he was gonna get the support from the others, guess it didn’t matter, he was still going to do it. 

Stiles quietly returned to Steve’s and his room, glad for the comforting sound of the air conditioner and Steve’s deep breathing. He sat in the chair that rested on the corner of the room, he crossed his legs and waited. He knew he was being a creep watching his boyfriend sleep but his mind was tangled. He needed to sit down and think, think how he could protect himself and most important, the others. There was something that happened inside him every time he made a ritual, a convocation, even a protecting spells, something changed inside him and every time he felt the need to carry on that dangerous and dark pad. 

He was sinking deeper and he wasn’t sure he was going to be strong enough to return if he went that far. 

He didn’t remember  the moment he had fallen asleep but suddenly Steve was carefully shaking his shoulders. Stiles frowned and blinked several times, confused. He could acknowledge the doubt on Steve’s eyes, surely thinking why he was sleeping on an uncomfortable chair instead of the bed with him. Stiles didn’t took him out of his doubts, not really sure why he didn’t do it, instead he slowly stood up, ignoring how his knees cracked. 

“We need to discuss something” He breathed quietly, stretching his neck. 

Steve straightened up, his eyes never leaving his, he twisted his mouth as if he already knew what Stiles was talking about. He took a step back and sighed. Stiles frowned lightly confused but shook his head, not letting himself be dragged into other matters. 

“Lydia and Jackson just arrived, they’re in the common floor” Steve suddenly exclaimed, visibly uncomfortable. 

Stiles was suddenly aware, he felt a sudden energy, “Excellent, we need everyone or… at least everyone that remains inside this building to discuss this… sudden issue”

Steve gave him a long, long stare, “Are you alright Stiles?”

“Always” 

They climbed the elevator in complete silence. Stiles didn’t know what to say, it was as if his mind could only focus on the ritual, the other stuff didn’t matter, he was completely sure he seemed the biggest jerk ever. The moment the doors opened he was able to hear Lydia’s soft voice, followed by Jackson’s deep laugh at something Scott had said. Suddenly Stiles felt as if he was an intruder, he felt so out of place at their laughs and inner jokes, he almost stopped walking. But Steve had put a hand on his low back and lightly pushed him. 

He nervously twisted his fingers, watching how Derek half smiled and hug her, he could recognize that perfect fake smile. He mimicked that smile the moment Lydia noticed him, immediately putting her arms around him, for a moment he had forgotten he could hug her back and how to do it. 

Lydia eyed him carefully, her eyebrows impossible raised as she tried to figure him out. 

Stiles resisted the urge to run away and hide inside his room. 

“I have something to say” 

The room became quiet at everyones confusion. Stiles bit his lip, acknowledging he didn’t start the best way possible, he completely ignored Clint’s stupid drown laugh and shook his head. 

“I have a new plan, an invocation, something dark and dangerous as we all know, and… well…” He hesitated before continuing his speech, “I’m not really asking for your opinion or anything, I’m just letting you guys know” He exclaimed, clearing his throat, feeling uncomfortable at everyones confused eyes. 

Lydia opened her mouth and frowned, but a word never came out of her. Instead he turned to Scott’s direction, looking for some answers. Immediately Scott closed his eyes for a second and shook his head, making a gesture for Lydia to wait. 

Scott walked slowly to his sudden crazy friend and discreetly put an arm around his shoulders, “We understand, I understand, it’s something you must do” He muttered, putting a hand over his chest, playing overdramatic. 

Stiles gave him a side way stare and rolled his eyes, “I just wanted you to know guys-“ 

He was cut off by Scott’s slap on his head, “Are you an asshole or what?” He immediately regretted his own question, “Don’t answer that” Scott whispered.

“Dude, we’re helping you, you can’t invoke whoever the fuck you want to invoke on your own, less if it goes like the last time and for what I can guess, this… thing is more dangerous than the last one”

Stiles remembered the ritual at Deaton´s vet and twisted his mouth, the idiot of his friend was sadly right, he didn't need more visions but on the other side, he didn’t need to have other breakdown in front of his friends, again. 

He buffed and shrugged, turning around ready to leave, he just wanted to get over everything and return back to bed with Steve, even if he wasn’t showing it. 

*

“Are you sure this is the way?” Tony asked looking around him, trying to control his breathing against the cold environment. Natasha groaned in response and fastened her walk, “It has to be, that rotten smell… it’s the first thing Steve noticed before we separated and he got himself attacked” She complained, rubbing her hands, trying to gain some heat.

Thor and Bruce, walking with a few meters away from them, trying not to get his feet stuck in the snow. Bruce was actually starting to freeze to dead as he kept slowly walking, trying to ignore the strong smell of rotten meat, but it seemed it was impregnated in the air. He notice blondie had stayed behind when he was meters away from him. 

“Thor?” He called out loud, frowning. 

He turned around, watching his tense shoulders and his yellow hair contrasting against the white snow. He called him again, louder. 

“Something is watching us”

*

Steve hadn't returned to Stiles room since the last time they had slept together in that bed. Little did he know Stiles had turned it into… that. He looked around him, the several objects of dark magic, the plants, the blood, animal parts, it was… horrifying to say the least. He felt something odd on the bottom of his stomach, something as guilt. Stiles had to practice that magic alone, he had no idea. How could he not notice?

As if Stiles could read his thought, he sent him a stare and shook his head before shrugging his shoulders saying, in reality it was no ones fault, it had to be what it had to be. 

“What happened in here?” Jackson whispered staring at the opened books on the burned carpet. 

Carefully Stiles kneeled in front of them and pointed one, “All this pages mean something, they point into the same direction, this one is about demons and this one here is an invoking ritual, a really powerful one”

“How you knew all this?” Clint muttered standing beside him, hugging himself, uncomfortable, as if he could feel the bad vibes and protect himself from them.

“I didn’t”

“What do you mean?” Lydia asked looking up at him.

“This thing, this demon, wants us to do this…” 

A deep silence ruled the room. 

“Stiles-“ 

“I said I will do it, with or without you guys, I really don’t care” He answered back harshly. 

Stiles regretted his words but didn’t take them back. Instead he checked the hour, it was eight forty, they had twenty minutes for the invocation ritual to work, he couldn’t wait one more day, he would go mad. He quietly gave the book to Lydia for her and the other to get familiarized for. No one talked as Stiles prepared the ritual, a pentagram,  animal blood here, his blood there, red and golden candles and silver jewelry on a bowl. It was ready. 

Stiles kneeled on the floor and waited. 

And waited. 

He felt the palms of his hands sweaty, he started rubbing them against his pants repeatedly, until he felt the friction being too much. He heard someone cleared their throat.

“Ready?” Steve asked quietly beside him. 

Stiles licked his lips, half smiled and continued with the ritual. 

*

“For the love of god, what the hell is that thing?” Tony whispered with shaky voice, his back against a tall of what used to be a once white mausoleum. Fortunately they had found the center of the energy source, unfortunately the center was a destroyed temple with an abandoned cemetery around it and there was something living on it. The same something that had attacked Steve. 

Natasha tightened her grip on the iron knife and took a deep breath, watching the little white cloud that her breath created with every exhale, “Thor was right, we should never had returned here, this place is lost gone Tony, your brother is gonna flip out”

Tony cursed between gritted teeth and shook his head, “We can’t leave, we don’t know where Bruce or Thor is, either that… thing, the quinjet is kilometers away, this- this was-“

“A really bad, bad, terrible idea?”

Tony twisted his lips and half smiled, “Lets find this thing and get the hell out from here before something else founds us"

*

“Stiles I don’t think this is working” Steve whispered for the fourth time, earning a pretty mad stare from him, “Just hold on” He exclaimed, taking the book into his hands and repeating the spell and one more time he drank the rancid red wine, he pulled a face, ignoring the nausea. He cut his hand again, avoiding the other three cuts on the center of his palm. He watched the drops of blood fall in the silver jewelry in complete tension. Why it wasn’t working? He had done everything right, he had followed the instructions. Why was he getting so angry?

“Stiles, honey-“

“Shut up, I said hold fucking on”

Steve’s words died inside his mouth, he gave a look to Scott and Lydia, as if they had clue what to do or how to stop him. 

One more time they waited and waited and nothing happened. One more time Stiles cursed out loud, throwing the glass of wine. Steve watched the carpet slowly absorb the dark red liquid in it. The moment he saw Stiles was about to cut himself again he quickly grabbed him by the wrist, “Don’t, this isn’t working, stop it”

But Stiles sent him such a made stare, Steve swallowed hard, ignoring the instinct to back away. Those weren’t his eyes, “Let go of me Steve” He madly hissed, trying to get his bloody hand back. Suddenly the tension was palpable. Scott and the others exchanged a quick look, it wasn’t Stiles talking, it was something else, someone else. 

When Stiles pulled his arm away, it was Derek who tried to grab him, “Stiles, please wait”

“Everyone get the fuck out”

“What?”

“I mean it, get out” Stiles hissed, getting suddenly up, making everyone flinch beside him, “Now! Get the fuck out, now!” He yelled this time, terrible failing at trying to control his anger. He stared at the floor, listening how everyone around him, slowly left the room, just as perplex as he felt at his abruption. 

Stiles was suddenly left alone, he looked around him baffled, passing his hands over and over through his messy hair. What the fuck was he doing? He desperately walked side to side, stumbling and destroying the pentagram with his quick steps, he didn’t care, he had just kicked out his boyfriend out of his room, his new, recent, shiny boyfriend. 

“Shit” He breathed walking straight to the door before wide opening it, he wasn’t surprised to see the group standing outside,  patiently waiting for his crazy tantrum to be over. He didn’t know why but it made him feel even more bitter about himself, as if his friends were used about him having anger problems. 

He stayed still for a few seconds, his left hand, resting against the wall from the inside of the room and the other one, holding the door opened, closely to him. He opened his mouth, trying to explain himself when suddenly, he felt  a presence behind him, something cold was holding his left hand. His mouth hang opened as his heart went mute and his hair bristled. 

“Stiles?” Someone breathed. 

Stiles felt as a hand hold on to his with a soft grip, almost felt as a caress. 

“Shit” He breathed when suddenly he felt a pull, strong enough to make his body fall backwards. In a blink of an eye the door closed and his body was slammed against the closed door, the strange whistle that was flooding his ears, slowly died inside his head followed by a deep, calm silence. For a few seconds he kept his eyes closed, too afraid of opening them, until he heard something else, a raw breathing dangerously near him, he felt a hideous odor down his nose and throat, he swallowed hard and still,  he didn’t dare open his eyes. 

“Look at me” 

The first thing he realized was his blue eyes, they were electric, thrilling, they weren’t human. The demon smiled pleased, showing a perfect white teeth, “Took you long enough” He breathed, before a deep sigh came out of him, as if he was really enjoying his time, leaning against the wall, centimeters away from Stiles. He could almost say the creature beside him was dazzling, it was beyond human beauty, he had a thin and delicate nose. His skin was deadly grey but it seemed to almost shine, he was so beautiful with his black hair, gracefully falling over his forehead. His face was covered with several silver jewelry with red shiny diamonds. 

Amon´s hands followed Stiles arm, caressing his upper arm and shoulder, until he reached the neck, lightly pulling the hair from his nape. 

Stiles couldn’t help it, he let out his breath and melt at the touch, he nearly could hear Amon´s pleased smile, it made him feel repulsive to himself. He snatched himself back, putting as much space as he could between them. Stiles swallowed hard, staring at the tall, braw man. He was wearing a black suit and shiny shoes, he seemed a character taken out of the twenties.

“Well, I see you don’t want to have a little fun” Amon exclaimed, raising his deep and mellow voice, followed by soft sound, almost as a purr. 

Stiles twisted his mouth, taking a quick stare at the door, analyzing if he was fast enough to open it. But it was as if the demon had read his mind, he snatched his sudden cold eyes at him and his soft lips were now a tense line, “Dare open that pretty pink mouth of yours and I´ll finish your destiny myself” 

“Now, show me who you really are”

*

Natasha landed hard against the hardened snow, she tasted the metallic flavor of blood inside her mouth. She leaned on her elbows, trying to catch her breath as she looked up, watching a blurry Hulk fight a dozen of those black shadows. Little did they know what they were about to face, there wasn’t only one of those creatures, it was a goddamn army. 

She suddenly felt frozen drops against her back, she barely had time to look up at a sudden grey, covered with black clouds sky when she felt a blow in her ribs. They shouldn’t have came, the energy source had turned dark a long time ago, there was no way to notice, not really. But they had been reckless, after what had happened to Steve they had to know better, they should have. 

The current creature trying to rip her throat apart, was something as she had never seen. She could see its yellow bloodshot eyes, hollows from life. Its skin was blue as the dark, frozen ocean, almost black. Leathery skin, filled with wrinkles. One by one, they began crawling out of the graves, vivid from fresh, new blood. They didn’t seem like the undead, they looked like specters and spirits. The only thing that seemed to hurt them enough was iron. 

With the little strength her arms had, she managed to stabbed the neck, once, twice, she didn’t stop, not when the creature had stop fighting, not when she was covered in black blood, only until she heard a howl, filled with painful craziness. She turned away in perfect time to see Tony lose his shit. 

* 

Stiles wasn’t sure how many time it had passed but he was suddenly sitting in the middle of the pentagram, it was as if he had never destroyed it, everything was back, in the right place, even him, as it should be. 

Amon was completely quiet, sitting right in front of him. They stared at each other, weirdly Stiles didn’t feel uneasy under his eyes, he found a sudden calm instead. But it didn’t feel right, it was the calm before the storm, although it was serene, it was grim. 

“You know who I am?” The demon suddenly asked, voice small and silky. 

“Amon”

“You know what I do?” 

Stiles hesitated with his answer, getting lightly distracted when someone hit the door again. Stiles couldn’t hear his friends voices, they sounded so far away from him. Amon smiled pleased, lightly tilting his head,  “I can tell you your past…” He started, as he slowly stood up, “Your present” He whispered as he walked around Stiles, “Your future” He added, closely to his ear, making his skin shiver. 

Stiles shook himself, rapidly turning around, surprised to find himself alone, “You know what I want Amon” 

A slowly, macabre laugh was heard across the room, “You know that is not how it works”

Stiles bit the inside of his cheek and frowned madly, “I don’t want— I don’t need to hear it” 

But it was as if he had never spoken. Amon kept slowly, seductively walking around him, “So many bad thoughts, so many losses at such short age” He mumbled, followed by a moan, as if he was enjoying Stiles fast beating heart. 

“Tell me… Stiles, how it felt to lose everything?”

Stiles looked down and shook his head, “You think I don’t deal with my past demons every day of my life? I made my peace with them a long time ago, you need to do something better than that if you want to hurt me” 

But the demon laughed, surprising Stiles, who tried his best to hide it. 

“As you hurt Allison?”

The question left him out of the blue, he gave him a stare, his eyes turned crystalline as the memories flooded his head. He shake it, this was stupid, “ She- she has nothing to do with my past”

“Oh, but she has everything to do with it my dear. Your evilness only grew since that fateful day, who you truly are Stiles was born that beautiful day, is because what you did to her and your family”

Stiles shook his head, he was a good person, he had being a good friend, then why this profound feeling of realization, Amon was telling him what he deep down already knew, “Damn it, just tell me what the fuck I need to know” He managed tu blur out angrily. He felt as if he was being played and he was getting really angry.

“Cmon Stiles, you know better, you know what you need, what you truly want and that’s to know you, your real you, not this- silly fantasy where you love someone and that someone loves you back, did you really thought Derek sincerely loved you? After what he did to you?”

Stiles was becoming someone he couldn’t control, “Leave him out of this!” 

“You’re fooling yourself, you knew he lied to you Stiles, a liar knows a liar, Derek didn’t cheat on you once, or twice, he did it so many times, as he returned home to you and whispered he loved you” 

“I said shut up!” He madly yelled before snapping, he threw the bowl of blood away, getting his surroundings stained. It felt like something burning in his chest, all that anger, it was burning him alive. 

“And your lovely, beloved brother, I bet you don’t even know where he truly is, who he truly is, how he’s been lying to you all this years”

Stiles wasn’t cute sure how he didn’t fall into his complete anger, passing side to side, furious, hurt. 

“I bet you don’t know what is happening right now to you dear, dear Tony” Amon giggled, turning around on his heels. 

Stiles froze, taking in the words. He took seconds, entire minutes to let go of his anger and pull the pieces together. 

He began yelling, constantly calling Steve, Scott, someone over and over, anyone who was listening. Amon didn’t stop him, he laughed instead, enjoying Stiles madness. 

Stiles didn’t know who entered first or what he yelled, he only knew they had to find his brother, he wasn’t complete sure they couldn’t see Amon as Stiles could, no one mentioned him, despite he was quietly setting in the middle of the room, watching the chaos around him. 

Stiles send them away, barely aware he was two seconds away from losing it, barely aware he was suddenly completely alone with Amon once again.

“You are more yourself than you have ever been Stiles and you don’t even know it” The demon suddenly whispered, strangely calmed. Stiles closed his fists and eyes, trying, desperately trying to calm himself down, it was time they got some well deserved answers. 

“Who is behind all this? What is going to happen and how the hell we stop it?”

“You can’t” He answered, looking down, frowning. 

Suddenly Stiles realized, he was scared, so he pushed, he focused on that little crack and pushed, “Tell me” He hissed between gritted teeth. 

“Theres another- another, down there”

“What?” Where?”

“He- he wants to rule all, he wants you”

“Tell me who he is!” Stiles yelled, hungry for more answers. 

“He is- the ignored one, the hidden one, he- he is the… he is the eighth prince” He suddenly yelled, shaking his head, “You can’t stop him! No one can Stiles, you will lose and everyone you love will die” 

Stiles watched in real horror as the demon began to shake himself, “You’re making him angry, he knows- he will tear you apart”

“Tell me who he is!” Stiles madly yelled, crawling to the shaking body, trying to take the answers out of his mouth but it was impossible. Amon closed his eyes, he bit his mouth so hard, Stiles could see black trickles of blood rolling down his chin, “Tell me who the fuck he is, tell me now!” He kept yelling, desperately holding his head, barely being aware the world around him was shaking, the floor below them was breaking. 

Suddenly his body stopped shaking and his blue electric eyes stared wide opened at the ceiling. “He’s going to hurt me”

Stiles hold him tight against him, only for a second and the demon was gone. 

Breaking everything around him didn’t help calm his anger, tearing every book, every furniture was only a little taste of his real self. It took three persons to hold him down, but incoherent words kept pouring out of his mouth, the crazy expression on his eyes didn’t disappeared. The needle he suddenly felt burying on his neck only made him want to grab something and twisted on his fingers until it was dead. He wasn’t sure the exact moment he fall completely asleep.