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Changing the update schedule to Fridays.  Enjoy!

Scott Malia and Lydia sat next to each other in their math class, an empty seat in front of Scott. 

"You think he'll come to class?" Lydia asked.

"He didn't come to school for nothing. He has to come to class," Scott responded although he was in doubt of it. Minutes after the bell rang Stiles walked in slowly uncaring for the things around him. 

"Mr. Stilinski, you're late," The math teacher said.

"Great job captain obvious," Stiles clapped and walked to sit in front of Scott. There were some giggles at tbe smart remark.

"Why are you here?" Malia growled at Stiles. 

"So many useful souls for hell. So much I haven't fed on yet," Stiles said eying everyone in the roomm

"What do you mean? What do you feed on?" Scott leaned over to ask. 

"Pain, fear, chaos, strives, anything of those sorts. And I'm starving," his voice was menacing as he said this making Scott shudder.

You don't have to do this, Scott thought and Stiles heard him.  Stiles turned around to face Scott, frustation evident on his face.

"Why can't you get it through your thick wolfy brain, that this is who I am, what I'm supposed to do. There's nothing you can do about it Scott," Stiles hissed at him. Malia and Lydia looked at the two confusedly wanting to explain, but Scott shook his head to not worry about it. Stiles turned back around in his seat ignoring the three behind him.

Stiles had ignored all of his friends all day. At lunch he flirted with a blonde girl while he stared at Scott who was fumed as he stared back. His eyes stung with tears he tried to hold back as he watched Stiles whisper something in her ear that made her giggle. Scott stood from the table and rushed down the isles of tables and out the cafeteria. His friends called for his as them ran after him. They ran after him in the locker rooms and found him hunched over at the sink breathing heavy and his eyes flashed rapidly uncontrollably. 

"Scott," Malia said in a soft tone taking a short step closer. Scott let out a yell then punched the mirror letting the glass shatter to the sink. He stepped back and fell to his knees, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Their hearts broke so much seeing their alpha like this. Like a huge wave of sadness waved through the room from Scott.

Lydia wanted to break down crying too, and when asked why she'd say 'because you're crying so I'm crying!' But she held herself together. Through the commotion no one noticed Stiles leaning against the door.

"Wow," he started, making heads turn. "So much pain in one room.  And I caused all of this? This is great," he walked through each of them seeing the fear rise to their peaks within them. But one stood out of all.

Lydia. She was frozen in fear, shaking she was so scared. Stiles stopped inches in front of her watching her emotions rise drastically.

"Poor Lydia. Always being picked on, huh?" He whispered in here ear but loud enough for others to hear. "You're the weak link you know. Every one here thinks so," geh taunted to her watching tears roll down hee face in fear. She silently pleaded for him to not hurt her, she couldn't get any words out.

"Lydia that's not true! You know that's not true! Don't touch her!" Scott growled at him. Liam tried to attack him from behind but Stiles power kicked him to the wall. He growled low in his throat as he stalked to the air deprived beta hunching down to be level with him.

"The little little beta. Good choice here Scott, picking the one with the anger issues. Which means he has the most strife out of all of you," Stiles taunted. He grabbed Liams arm with a death grip, pitch black veins in his pale arms as he drained the beta. Liam screamed in pain and he felt he was being drained of his whole life. Liam fell unconcious as Stiles took the last of him. He pulled back shuddering in delight.

"Guess the little puppy couldn't handle it,"

"Stiles, stop this! This isnt you!" Scott said watching Stiles walk towards Lydia again. He wanted to move, to stop him but he couldn't. None of them could move a muscle, they could only watch. They hated the power he had over them. They felt hopless. They could only watch as Stiles drained Lydia of the fear she had built up inside that Stiles depreately needed. Lydia's face went pale as she dropped to the floor gasping for air. Stiles eyes glowed bright and fire burned on his aroma.

"Wow, she had a lot," his teeth drawing out of his gum. They were longer, and sharper than usual. More dangerous. "Almost too much," he mumbled.

"I should kill you!" Malia growled at him out of pure rage.

"How Malia? You gonna claw me to death? Rip my heart out? Rip my throat out... with you teeth? Something your cousin used to say to me all the time," he smirked. "You can't kill me,"

"Dont be too sure about that," she said and drew her claws out. Stiles shrugged unphased at this. He took his own claws and dug them into his chest taking his heart out. A hole in his chest, the heart still pumping blood, dripping to the floor. Malia stood straighter, horrified at the site.

"I told you. You. Cant. Kill. Me," he smiled smugly. He put his heart back in his chest and wiped his bloddied hand on his shirt. Thankfully he was wearing black. Just then the bell rang and Stiles walked out. Malia Scott, Kira and Allison worked on getting Liam and Lydia to wake up. The two woke drowsy and drained.

"What happened? What else did he do?" Lydia asked quickly wanting an answer.

"Nothing," Scott grumbled as he helped his beta up. They walked out of the locker rooms without another word.

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After School, the pack had met up at Dereks loft. Annoyingly Peter just had be there. They gathered in a circle around the wood table when they all got there.

"Honestly, I hate him," Malia said bluntly.

"Why dont we just kill him already," Peter said leaned back in a chair. Scott let a threatening growled him way, he shook with anger.

"We can't even do that," Kira told him.

"What do you mean? Why?" Derek asked.

"He literally pulled his own heart out of his chest, and put it back," Allison responded.

"Ah Hell," Derek said disgusted shaking his head.

Lydia's phone rang so she stepped outside to answer. It was her mom telling her she'd be out all night. Lydia responded with okay and hung up. Before she turnes to walk back in the loft, she heaed a voice. His voice.

"Lydia?" He said, his voice broken. She turned around to see him covered in dirt and clothes ripped.

"Stiles?" She responded, hands balled at her sides.

"I promise it's me, the real me," he said pitting his hands up in surrender.

"I don't know..." shd took a step back. She then noticed the four slashes in his chest.

"I-i dont know how I got here, or what I'm doing here," His voice cracks some as he spoke, tears spilling down his face. Lydia's heart broke for him. She took small slow steps towards him till she was in front of him and slowly wrapped her arms around him. Stiles let out a shaky breath at the comfort of his friend. She let go of him and took his hand, taking himbback in the loft with her.

"Guys," Lydia said in a small voice as she and Stiles stood at the door. They turned around and when eyes landed on Stiles they growled at him.

"Hey guys," he said with a small wave. Malia growled and glowed her eyes at him. She charged tackling him to the ground.

"I should tear your head off!!" She yelled in her face.

"Im sorry Malia. I really am," he said tears stinging his eyes. Kira and Allison rushed to pull Malia off of Stiles.

"Where did you find him?" Scott asked. He wanted to run towards Stiles, wrap uim hin his arms and never let go. But he didnt quite trust him yet.

"He was just outside and I found him like this," Lydia said motioning to the scratched on his chest to bleeding. Stiles' eyes were blurring in and out of vision and he became wobbly on his feet.

"Lets get you cleaned up," Lydia said rubbing his back. Liam pulled a chair from the table for Stiles to sit. Lydia was able to help Stiles peel his ruined shirt off with out hurting him too much.

"So whats going on with you? What is she making you do?" Derek questioned as Lydia wrapped bandages around Stiles.

"She's not making me do anything. Its my nature to do what I do," Their eyes furrowed confusedly and stayed quiet wanting him to continue.

"Hell is low on souls. Its my job as the nogitsune to take more souls down their. Seline is just helping me with it, and trying to get her sister to come out. I dont know why she's in this hiding but she only respondes to me. The most frightening thing about all this is... I like doing. I like the whole killing process," tears brimming his eyes at the words he spoke. They all gave him sad looks.

"But you don't have to do that anymore. Your save now," Scott said with a smile.

"Theres no stopping. Ever. Its just something i have to do. Hurting people, feeding on theit pain. I love it... and I can't stop, " he said sadly. "But uh. The funny thing is that... you all believed this," he said with a smug look.

"What are you talking about?" Scott questioned. Suddenly they heard clapping by the front door. They turbes theur heads only to find Seline.

"I thought I'd find you here. Nice act too," she said walking further into the room.

"Thank you Seline," Stiles smirked.

"Whats going on?" Derek growled.

"This was all an act wolfy. Duh dummy," Stiles said slinging his arm around Selines shoulder.

"You bitch. I REALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT!" Lydia screamed at him. Stiles drew a finger down his cheek imitating a tear.

"What are you really doing here,"

"I was bored, didn't feel like killing. So I decided to mess with you,"

"But there is also something you should know. Once Sybil comes out, Cade comes out. And if the plan works Everyone in Beacon Hills will go to Hell whether they deserve it or not," Seline warns. She turnes on her heals and walks out with Stiles behind her.

"Sybil is coming out soon," Selibe told Stiles once they were out of the loft.

"How do you know that?" He questioned.

"I can just... feel it. She only needs a few more days of feeding and she'll be out, then Cade will come,"

"Family reunion. Big woop. Should I get Parrish?" He snickered sarcastically.

"Ugh no. We don't want that mutt around, " he said with a disgusted tone. "Come on, Sybil needs more feeds,"

--

Scott laid in his room staring at the ceiling blank minded. Then things of Stiles went through his mind. Scott missed him terribly. It was evident on his face. Scott missed his smile, his joyful eyes and even the sarcasm. He hoped that one day soon the boy Scott uses to know will come back to him. Scott was pulled out of his daze by a knock on his door. He sat up quickly as Malia walked in.

"Oh, hey Malia," Scott said not aa excited to see her as he sounded.

"You were hoping Stiles would walk in weren't you?" She asked going to sit next to him on his bed.

"Yeah, a little bit," he sighed out.

"It's okay. He'll come back soon. He can't be with out us for long," she said giving him a tight hug.

"I hope so. I can't bare to be with out him. I miss him, Mal," tears started to brim at his eyes. Malia soothes Scott as he cries to her. She runs her fingers through his hair softly to calm him.

"I hate him," Scott joked, making them both laugh lifting the mood some.

"Right now... we all do. Especially Derek. He wants to rip Stiles' throat out... with his teeth," They laughed more, smiles permenantly on their faces and saddness washed out. It felt good to have some laughter and smiles even with all that they've been through and going through.

--

Stiles watched as he lowered the limp body into the blood filled pit, the liquid whashing around as the body was being devoured beneath. Stiles has been getting bodies all day. He was super tired and worn out, he could pass out on the floor right then and there. His eyes lowered drastically, causing him to look through his lashes.

"C'mom Stiles. That's enough for today," Seline said from behind him. Stiles stood unmoving, staring off deep into the pit as if he were looking for something. Concentarting on something.

"She's done," She said again. "Greedy bitch," she mumnled as she turned around. Stiles closed the top to the pit and walked away. Before they could get out the door, there was a loud rattling of metal breaking, then the sound of dripping. The too turned around to see a naked lady drenched, dripping blood.

"I guess she's had enough to eat," Stiles mumbles with side eyes. He turned to Seline who wore thst all too familiar smitk on her face.

Its real short I know but this is a good cliff hanger to stop at... those of you who I gave spoilers to in the last chapter there was scalia fluff, it was just them talking. Not bad at all. Dont attack me. I promise you after this thing are good. And bad becuase Sybils hear. But mostly good.

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