IN WHCH Damien Lewis gets turned back into a human with Malia Tate and gets sent to Eichen House where they meet Stiles Stilinski. The boy that teaches Damien about the way of life.
He never expected to fall for him. He never expected to fall for M...
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Around one am in the morning, Damien found himself walking down the street, the cold night air hitting his skin and making him shiver. He pulled his jacket closer to him. He didn't know where he was going. He just walked, trying to clear his thoughts. Sleeping was hard when it was full of nightmares.
He heard a car coming up behind him but he paid in no mind and kept his eyes forward. It wasn't until the car pulled up next to him that he stopped and looked to the side, seeing it was a jeep.
The person rolled their window down and that's when he saw it was Stiles. "Damien? What are you doing out so late?"
"Going for a walk." He answered. "What about you?"
"Going for a drive." Stiles replied. "Aren't you cold? It's freezing outside."
"Yeah but it's okay. I'm getting used to the cold. It would be nice to still have fur though." He missed running around the woods and never being cold. Being a coyote did have it's benefits.
"Do you, uh, want to get in? It's a lot warmer in here." Stiles said with a clear his throat.
Damien shrugged his shoulders before he got in and smiled as he was greeted with the warmth. It was very nice. He put his shivering hands in front of the heater.
"You shouldn't be walking by yourself at night. It's not safe." Stiles didn't drive and left the car parked on the side of the road. It's not like he had a specific destination anyway.
"I can take care of myself."
His words seemed to make Stiles freeze, the boy staring out the front window. "Yeah, I used to know someone who said the same thing."
"Used to?"
"Yeah." A picture of Allison entered his mind. "She's gone now." He cleared his throat, feeling tears come to his eyes.
Damien could smell the anxiety and sadness coming from him. "What happened after you left me and Malia that night?"
Stiles squeezed his hands around the steering wheel. "If I tell you, you'll probably hate me." He already hated himself.
Damien shook his head in confusion. "I could never hate you." He said with complete honesty.
Stiles looked at him and the look he was getting back made him feel comfortable enough to start talking. He hadn't told anyone how he was feeling until now. He told Damien about how he was possessed and the Nogitsune used his body until only a couple days ago. How the nogitsune used his face to kill people and hurt his friends. How the nogitsune had killed Allison Argent. His best friends first love.
"It's all my fault." Stiles couldn't help but cry, tears coming from his eyes.
"It's not." Damien said firmly. "I'm - I'm not the best with understanding things but this I do. From what you told me it wasn't you. It was that thing. Your friend died doing the right thing, saving her friends. From what you've explained she seemed like the kind of girl who couldn't be kept away from the fight."
