The Hell You Came From [Derek/FemStiles]

Monster Of My Life

1 Week Later...
“You think you have any moves left at all?”

Sometimes, she feels like he’s still crawling around inside of her.

“You can’t kill me!!!”

Sometimes, she swears she can still hear a faint echo of his laugh.

Like now, when she’s not even asleep, but merely daydreaming while she waits in her Jeep for Derek.

“But you have changed me...”

Now, when she suddenly hears his voice loud and clear. Like never before, before the time she finally got rid of him.

Stiles startles in the driver’s seat, eyes darting around. She sighs in relief when she sees she’s still alone, still simply waiting for Derek.

She doesn’t know why she’s been thinking about the Void so much lately. Been hearing him in her head more and more.

Of course, she hasn’t told Derek, or Scott, because she doesn’t want them to worry about her. Nor does she even see a need to worry. It’s just trauma leftovers.

And after all the horrible things he made her do to Scott, she really doesn’t have the heart to even bring the subject up.

“Scott is the only one who will understand. We really should talk to him.”

Stiles blinks, eyes wide, because this time, she definitely heard his voice loud and clear right beside her.

Yet, the passenger’s seat remains as empty as the rest of the Jeep. Into the silence that follows, she shrugs it all off with a chuckle to calm herself down.

Though, she feels a weird sort of nervousness that isn’t her own suddenly blooming in her gut. It’s then followed by the wary tone of his voice when he speaks again—

“I would explain, but considering our history, I don’t think you’d believe or even want to listen to me. So, off to Scott you pop.”

Stiles chokes on her saliva as she scrambles through her mind trying to figure out what the fuck is going–

“Just go to Scott!” Comes his choppy and rather annoyed response.

Stiles finds herself scoffing loud, unable to stop herself when she snaps back with, “Don’t tell me what to do!”

“OK! ...Fuck.”

Stiles blinks, mouth dropped open in shock and eyes wide with utter bewilderment. “OK...” She puffs out a laugh in her shock, hands gripping the wheel so tight her knuckles are white. “OK, this is a dream, or I’m just going crazy finally, or maybe I’m–“

“Yeah, this is real. I’m real. You think I’m happy about it?” He scoffs. “Well, I’m not! I’m stuck with you for good! This is my punishment. Though, for what, I don’t know.”

Stiles scoffs at that.

“Hey! I was just doing what I was born to do. It was my nature. Just like it was in yours to stand against me.”

Stiles’ face falls and her heart races in horror again, because–“No, no, no, no, no. This CAN’T be real. I CANNOT live with you in my head for the rest of my life! I WILL kill us both!”

“Calm the fuck down. It doesn’t have to be exactly like this.” He huffs and tells her, “Scott is kitsune. He can help us. I cannot teach you what I don’t know. I am nogitsune, and merging my spirit to another is not something I was aware my kind were capable of.”

“I’m sorry–your spirit has merged with mine???” Stiles blinks, then, hisses, “Why the FUCK would you do THAT?!”

“Oh, yes! I absolutely meant to do THAT!” Void replies, hisses sarcastically back (he’s spent too long with her, inside of her...he feels like he’s going to vomit from all the good inside of her.)