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Does anyone remember if Stiles has ever fed from Scott, cuz I sure as hell don't.

The next morning Stiles wakes up really pissed off, wanting to rip someone to shreds, feel their thick blood drop down his fingertips, smell the copper scent it lets off. Stiles was only pissed at the big man downstairs. Only having these violent thought towards that particular man. Everything Stiles did that morning he did with anger. Getting ready for school, throwing and slamming things. The fox was heated that morning. A part of him didn't mean to be heated on purpose, something was triggering it. Something was coming.

Stiles sped down the road, heading to school. Parking violently, not caring that he took up two parking spots parking crookedly. The werefox was drawing attention to himself he hadn't realized he was doing when being furious. People stared with worried eyes. No one has ever seen Stiles Stinlinksi so angry. Ever. Stiles hadn't noticed his group of friends standing at his and Scott's lockers when he passed. Scott was the first to notice Stiles and his emotion, for he could feel it himself, wondering why he felt so weird that morning.

"Stiles? Hey, Stiles!" Scott shouted to his boyfriend. Stiles didn't listen, just walked off. All sounds were muffled to him, going in one ear and out the next. Scott could tell by the way Stiles carried himself that something really bad was going on. That this had nothing to do with covering up for Seline.

Scott ran to catch up with Stiles. Grabbing his wrist the alpha quickly snapping his hand back. Stiles was burning up. Literally. But on the surface he looked like he was cool. Scott reached for him again, spinning the fox around. Stiles looks to Scott with blazing eyes, then calms quickly seeing his face. Scott huffs and grabs Stiles by his now cooled wrist walking them to an empty classroom.

Shoving Stiles in, then walking in himself Scott shuts and locks the door behind him. Stiles knew what Scott dragged him in the classroom for, he tried to speak but word swere cut off by lips on his own. Scott cupped his hands around Stiles neck pulling him downward towards his own lips. (Yes Scott pulled him down, because Stiles is taller than Scott. You can tell in the GIF in chapter 2).

Eyes shut softly and a pair of soft lips on another, with hands on tender skin. Their feet moved, they didn't know where to, till Scott jumped slightly with a gasp, his back side making contact with the desk. He sat atop of the desk legs wrapping around the other, bringing him closer as their kissing sparked more. Scott ran his hands up under the others shirt feeling the slightest bumps of the moles that scattered his pale skin. The light tender touch brought a slight shiver and goosebumps to his skin. Stiles lips skimmed the others skin kissing along his neck and feeling small bruises that faded as quick as them had come.

From behind them at the doorway had stood Coach Finstock they hadn't noticed walked in. The adult cleared his throat loudly grabbing the boy's attention. His arms cross as he left his weight in one foot. The pair jumped away from each other faces flushed and lips bright red. Coach rolled his eyes at the two pointing to the door.

"Out," he said sternly. The two scrambled getting their bags they had dropped. "I will see you two at practice and you will be running extra laps for being in my classroom,"

"Yes coach," the two spoke monotone, rolling their eyes.

"Kids," he muttered as they left. The couple walked down the hall bright red blushing faces. Scott snapped out of his lovely sick daze. He was initially supposed to give Stiles a small peck then talk about what was wrong with him.

Scott stepped in front of Stiles stopping the other in his tracks.

"I was supposed for talk to you," Scott said with an embarrassed blush on his cheeks that he got so distracted.

"Oh yeah. Great talk we had," Stiles says with sarcasm and a wink following.

"Oh mah gah. That's not the point. What's wrong? Are you okay?" Scott asked expression turning to concern after cute embarrassment.

"I am now! After a kiss like that? Definitely olay now,"

"Stiles, seriously. You weren't okay earlier,"

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked. Dark eyebrow knitting together in wonder of what Scott was talking about.

"You were burning up. And not like a sick kind of burning up, like you were literally emmiting heat from your skin. Too hot to touch,"

"Oh,"was all Stiles could respond with. Yeah he was furious earlier but hadn't realised it was that bad. Though wary of his surroundings he didn't pay attention to much.

"There was some talk going around. Everyone's wondering what was wrong with you. I just want to make sure you're okay," Stiles smiled at his boyfriend's worry, but his chest hurt with sadness. Stiles has almost never really been okay. His life was better before. It was all fine till his mom got sick and his world crashed down on him and over time it just got worst. Him become a supernatural creature himself is what really had things falling apart.  He felt that he brought chaos. More than he had when he was possessed. Stiles took Scott's hand in his, a soft smile on his face.

"I've never been okay, Scott," Stiles turned letting go of Scott's hand slowly walking down the hall. Scott's hand was still stretch out, want the boy to come back to him. The sentence pained him, feeling useless for his boyfriend wishing he could do something to help. Loathed himself for not noticing before with out the other having to tell him. He's always be so caught up in his own problems he never stopped to actually talk to Stiles. Not even before when they were just friends. Tears formed in his eyes, at these thoughts, turning to face the locker, pressing his forehead against the cold metal.

"Stupid, stupid stupid," he muttered. Scott was mad at himself. Mad how stupid and blind he actually was. His anger at himself growing more. Slamming his fist into the locker, denting it to the point that it swung open.

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Later that afternoon, Stiles walked into one of his later classes late, not that the teacher cared. His steps were heavy and legs were wobbly. Taking his usually seat next to Lydia, the girl smiled at him as he sat. Her warm red painted lip smile turned to a frown as the fox stepped closer. His skin was visibly paler than his normal skin tone, cheeks sunken in, and a thin sheet of sweat covered his face. Worry evident on the strawberry blonds face.

"What's wrong?" She whispered to him leaning into the isle towards him. The other nearly collapsed into his chair. He didn't know why all of a sudden he felt really sick. He couldn't get sick, could he? Another thing he didn't know about himself.

"I don't know," he responded wincing and clutching his stomach. Stiles was in terrible pain, he felt like someone was clawing at his stomach for the inside, and it made him nauseous.

He was able to keep calm for about 5 minutes. His vision started to blur after sometime, and his mouth watered badly. He tried to stand up, leave to the bathroom, but he collapsed to the ground before he could fully lift out of his chair. The class was quick to whip their heads in his direction, all with worry faces. Lydia was up out of her seat the second he hit the floor. The teacher rushed to help, but Lydia stopped her, not letting anyone get too close.

"Stiles? Stiles! Hey, wake up. You have to get up okay? Show me your eyes Stiles," her heart pounding in her chest she was so scared. After seconds of shaking the boy his eyes shot open. His skin paled more right in front of Lydia.

"Ugh, I feel sick," he said. Lydia sighed some in relief.

"Come one let's get you out of here" Lydia lifted Stiles the best she could nearly going down with him when she lost her balance. He was coughed and hacking terribly. So bad he coughed up a black goo. He stared down at the floor that was stained in with wide eyes. He almost passed out again, he was so terrified.  They tilted and toppled down the hall way. Lydia tried to find the nearest empty room finding that the boys room was closest. She rolled her eye and frowned in disgust of having to go in there, but she only did it to help her friend. Stiles fell to the bathroom floor still hacking up black goo and clutching his stomach. Lydia stood behind him for some time not know how to help. She could only hope that no one would walk in to she locked the door.

Scott! Scott, help me. Hel-

Stiles?! What's wrong? What happened? Where are you? Are you Okay?

Stiles forgot how talking to Scott like this hurt his head, and talking to him in his condition made it worst.

He... help...me.

From another classroom, Scott panicked and ran out of the classroom the teacher yelling after him but he didn't care. He had to- no, needed to get to Stiles. The alpha sprinted thought the building following Stiles' burnt honey scent through the halls. He followed it down to the bathroom and tried to open the door but it was locked. Scott took a step back before kicking it open, the lock breaking off. From inside the bathroom, Lydia heard the first time that someone was trying to get in the bathroom. She turned and hoped they would walk away, but as soon as she turned back toward the hacking Stiles, the door burst open and the alpha walks through with barring teeth and claws  and glowing eyes ready to attack anyone that were to harm Stiles. Scott saw no one else in the bathroom, only Stiles on his hands and knees and Lydia frozen as she watched him, with tears down her face she was so scared.

"I-I don't know what happened. I don't know what to do," Lydia cried to him. When Scott saw the black goo his heart dropped. He tried to take a step closer only for Stiles to throw up in a big puddle of the goo and not just hacking it up. After he threw up it all stopped. He stomach still in a slight pain. Stiles straightened, backing up to sit against the cold tile wall. Scott crouched in front of him squeezing him in a tight embrace.

"How did this happen? Are you okay? You weren't sick this morning when I was with you," Scott cupped the others cheeks, tears staining his own. He moved his head around to make sure he was okay the hugged him tighter.

"Uh guys?" Lydia stared pointing at the pile of goo. They looked up at her then down the goo she was pointing at.

It was moving.

They watched it with terrified and confused eyes as it formed something. A symbol. The symbol Stiles new all too well, and despised. The symbol that he represented. He hated to admit it, he was scared of it.

"It's coming," he said fearfully.

"What's coming, " the others said in unison, though scare of the answer they muhbt get.

"Hell,"

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The trio barged into the net clinic they knew too well, and visited way too often. Scott and Lydia helping Stiles walked, he was still a little weak in the knees. The veterinarian looked up at the three confused. So many questions ran through mind.

"Big problem," Scott said already know he would ask What can I help you three with? He always asks people that when they walk in.

"What does hacking up black goo mean?" Lydia asked as they all went to the room in the back.

"Usually that mean you're dying. Why do you ask?" Deton answered.

"Becuase I'm hacking up black goo," Denton widens his eyes at this. Thinking it's odd and what Stiles could've gotten into.

"Oh shit, I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm gonna die! I'm going to hell. Literally," Stiles started whining, lolling his head back in exaggeration.

"NO! You're not dying! Y-you can't!" Scott yelled with sadness.

"Okay everyone just calm down, okay? We'll figure something out," Denton assured them. The vet turned his back to the counter. Going through a certain draw that he had, full of the 9 herbs and other things he need to help the kids. Once, Liam joked around and called it the 'Big Dog Drawer'. Turns out he only needed a tongue depressed and needle. Stiles' heart stopped at the site of seeing the needle. He hated needle and blood, they made him squirmy.

"Uh, w-what asked you doing with that?"  He asked.

"I need a sample of your blood to see if anything is in your blood stream. Stiles gulped down his fear of needles hard and nodded his head slightly.

He turned his head and closed his eyes to not see and possibly faint. One hand squeezing Scott's hand tightly. Deaton wrapped the rubber band around Stiles' upper arm and stabbed the needle in his vein. Stiles squeezed Scott's hand tighter, bones cracking under the pressure. Lydia's eyes were fixiated on the tube of blood. The dark crimson red with black dots in it. The two liquids separate from each other like water and oil.

"S-stiles... y-our hurting me," Scott wheezed. Stiles let go fast, widening his eyes at the swollen hand in from of my that was healing slowly.

"I'm sorry Scott," Stiles said softly. He started to press at the cotton an bandage that covered the needle mark. Liking the slight pain when pressing on it. Scott's hand was stiff in place, so broken and swollen it couldn't move. Stiles stared at the hand Scott held close to his chest.

He couldn't deny wanting to feed from the pain that ached Scott. Scott could see the desire in the others eyes, he sighed and moved his hand closer to Stiles. The other gave the alpha an unsure look getting a nod in response.  Stiles carefully closed his hand around Scott's letting the black veins appear and the rejuvenating feeling rush through. Stiles eyes slowing changed from their natural light brown, to the other bright orange, filling up like a glass of orange juice. He liked it. Almost too much. He couldn't let go. He's lost control before, but had been different in the times before. Never felt this good. He didn't want to stop. He couldn't. Scott began to feel drowsy and weak on his feet.

"Stiles I think I'm good now," Scott said calmly getting no response.

"Okay, that's enough," Scott tried to tug away the response he got was a deep growl. Scott knitted his eyebrows together. He wasn't going to take that from him.

"I said stop!" He growled getting weaker by the second.

"STOP" he shouted so loud the room shook. Stiles' eyes dulled back to brown as he looked up to the other. Scott stepped back, leaning against the wall for support as he slowly gained his energy again.

"I thought you had control over that!" Scott shouted at the other.

"I do have control!" Stiles shouted back without thinking about it.

"Obviously not! You just tried to kill me!"

"I would never try to kill you Scott." Stiles voice lowered into sadness. Sad that Scott would think he would try to kill him.

"Sometimes I think otherwise,"  They watched as Scott stormed angrily out the clinic. Stiles was frozen where he was, eyes still on the door that Scott left from. It wasn't till minutes later that Stiles had ran out after him. Though when he was outside the alpha was no where in sight.

"Stiles, you better come see this," he heard the vets voices from inside just as he was about to run out. Stiles huffed and walked back inside.

"What is it?" He said cautiously.

"You blood..." the tube of blood and the goo under the bright lamp. The blood was completely taking over his blood. It was spreading.

"I think that's what's happening in your body... I'm sorry," Deaton explained. Stiles rubbed his hands over his face in stress.

"So I'm dying," he sighed. "Great," Stiles walked out the clinic and started down the road. Lydia was rushing behind him telling him to stop.

"Stiles just wait! Let me take you home. It's not safe for you," the banshee said in worry.

"I don't care anymore," he said over his shoulder.

Stiles stared down at his feet as he walked. Walking for he doesn't know how far and how long. Just walking. So much he hadn't noticed the dirt, fallen leaves and logs at his feet. He'd finally realized he was in the woods when he stepped over a fallen log. He looked around him to see if he could find a road to walk back to, and huffed when he couldn't. Some distance infront of him the nemeton was there. He slowly walked up to it, wondering why he had taken himself there.

"Glad you could make it," he heard from behind him. Stiles snapped his head behind him to see Seline, Sybil and Cade and have evil smirks on their faces.

"Let's get started," they stepped closer.

"Started on what?"

"Raising hell dumbass. The purpose of us being here," Sybil rolled her eyes as him. Stiles growled threatening at her. He's hated her the most out of all of them. Her attitude made him want to strangle her to death.

"What do I need to do?" He asked. Though he didn't want anything to do with this. Didn't want this plan to happen. He knows it's all his fault. If it hadn't been triggered in him, if it had stayed low inside him. None of this would be happening. They could go about their lives possibly worried about a pack in their territory. Something simple. But instead they have to worry about hell being risen.

"Get on the nemeton," Stiles looked in confusion at the odd task, not understanding his part in all this.

"Why am I apart of this? What do I have to do with this? Shouldn't Cade be on the nemeton? He is the devil after all. So what the hell and I doing here?!"

"They move through you." Seline spoke. "The nemeton is the gate to hell and we're going to open it. Those demon souls can get out without passing though you. Literally."

"Now you're going to shut the hell up and do as you're told! Have I made myself clear!" She shouted. Stiles gave a hard stare but stayed silent.

"Good" she turned her back on him. Stiles was nervous. They weren't supposed to be able to go about the plan. Pack was supposed to stop them.  He had to stop them somehow interfere with them to get help. The three of them stood around the nemeton preparing for anything. Cade started to speak, something in another language Stiles didn't know. Stiles started to hear voices. Yelling and agonizing screams. They could only be what he thought was the souls. They were loud. Making his ears and nose ooze the black goo. He was weak. But that's what the others could see. He faked screamed and yelled in pain showing them he was too weak.

"Stop! Stop! No! I can't do this. I'm too weak," he pants out falling to his knees.

"When was the last time you fed?" Sybil asked.

"I don't know," he lied. "I've been weak for days,"

"Go. Come back when you're ready," Stiles nodded and walked off not too in a hurry and draw suspicion. Soon when he was out of their sight he sprinted off as fast as he could. His heart pounded him his chest with fear. He didn't know what to do and how to do it. It scares him, bring up hell. He wasn't scare for himself, but for his friends. His Dad. His Mate. What would happen to them? He was scared to even think of it.

Next chapter is the last, then I'll maybe do a epilouge. If there are any errors I missed please correct me.

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