(stalia) the night that changed everything

I'll stay awake, 'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight.

Malia's PoV.
"What was that about??" I thought completely disoriented. "Stiles never took charge during our make outs, he was always more acquiescent than Dominant. Even when we cuddled, before he became ill, I was the big spoon." I thought taking my seat at the dining room table.
"mwezi binti, is everything okay?" Aisha asked from across the table. I nodded and cleared my throat.
"Yeah. Yeah im fine" i smiled and turned my attention from her worried and skeptical gaze.
"Are you sure? You HAVE to tell me if theres anything wrong." She asked again.
"Its just...that.. hes... i don't know, different." I stammered
"Different how?" Aisha asked.
"He just seems more aggressive than before. And his scent is a little different. I can still smell him, but theres something not completely right with him. He said the reason why his scent is different is because of the resurrection." I said.
Aisha nodded and ate some food from her plate.
"the resurrection Could be the reason for his change, and you should know that theres a very real chance that his body is possessed by something." She said and laughed. "But im sure theres nothing for you to worry about, mwezi binti. Eat your breakfast." She said. I threw her a confused look and i sudden felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up into my boyfriend's dark brown eyes and my stomach suddenly clenched.
"H-hey stiles." I said moving away from his hand.
"Hey" he said taking a seat next to me.
"The boy messed his hand up something terrible, im going to have to check that Window later." Henry said sitting at the head of the table.
"Oh really?" Peter asked coming from the kitchen with more orange juice.

"Yeah the kid ripped two nails from the skin." Henry answered

"Jesus Christ, kid." Peter said looking at stiles who only shrugged in response and dug into his food. He greedily shoveled the eggs and pancakes and bacon into his mouth. Bits of food spattered on the table and his shirt as he moaned and drank his glass of orange. He hunched over his plate as if he expected one of us to take it from him.
"Stiles, are you okay?" I said. He turned to me and with a mouth full of food he answered me.
"Yeah." Food fell from his mouth as he smiled "just really really really hungry." He leaned over and left a egg covered lip print on my cheek.
"Gross" i said wiping my cheek off with a napkin.
"Only the best for ypu baby!" He laughed.
"What happened to you stiles?" i asked

"Um i died and then came back to life. And now youre not the only monster in this relationship...baby" he smiled again
"What? What are you talking about?" I asked. He put his fork down and cleaned his hands, turned his chair fully to me, took my hand in his, and tilted his head to one side and pouted.
"I mean youre not the only monster in this relationship." He said and this time when he blinked his eyes were completely black. He cockily looked around the room to peter, Aisha, and henry. They all made a move toward us but in a flash they were gone. Well we were gone. We were no longer inside my home, instead of the warm loving home i was use to, we were standing inside an old and decrepit house.
"Where have you taken me?" I asked grabbing him by the neck of his shirt as i slammed him hard against one of the gray and crumbling walls.

"Just some place where we can be alone." Stiles said. "Oh and your little pet felt that. He is in a lot of pain right now. I for one, love rough sex." He said biting his lips and flicking his tongue out at me.

"Who are you?" I asked shifting my normal finger nails into long sharp claws.
"Oh fuck, thoses are going to leave deep love marks on my back. I dont think stiles will enjoy them though." He laughed.

"Shut up, and take me back."
"Back? I don't think so," he said and sudden both his hands were gripping my ass just below the hem of my shorts. I let out a low growl and said.
"If youre in there. Sorry stiles" and threw him across the room. He landed in a crumbled heap at the back wall. I could hear him getting up as i escaped out the front door.
"What the hell?" I panted as i took in the chilly and foggy scene. I ran through the murky and menacing grove as quickly as my legs would take me. I had to get away from that thing, because that wasn't my stiles. He... it... whatever, was nothing but evil.
"Hello baby" stiles said and as i ran through the woods i was instantaneously back inside the decaying house.
"What?" I breathed in confusion.
"You should know escaping me will not be that easy. Sorry baby. Ow, i think you broke a rib." He said as he lifted his navy blue shirt and poked at the bruise over his rib cage. Still looking down at the bruised skin, he lifted the hand that wasn't holding his shirt up to me and twisted his hand into a fist. I gasped as i was pulled to him so quickly, a cheetah would have been jealous. His face was inches away from mine as he spoke.