Teen Wolf Imagines

Nogitsune // Stiles Stilinski.

Just as the woman shut the door behind me, I heard a piercing shriek echo from the floor above. It soon faded, only to repeat...
'Y/N?' I called out to her; no reply was received. Walking towards the grand staircase, I gripped one hand onto the wooden banister, placing a foot on the bottom step.
Shaking, I began to ascended the stairs, one step at a time.
Once I had reached the final stair, I turned to my right, and began to creep towards Y/N's bedroom. Knocking lightly on the pale, wooden door, I slowly pushed it open, receiving a light creak from the hinges. 'Y/N...' I whispered. Hearing nothing, I stepped into the room: it was empty.
The only sight I was greeted with was the light sway of the curtains dancing in the breeze, let in by the window. I strode further into the room, and realised that the window had been forced open. By what, it wasn't clear.
I leant out through the glass pane, and glanced down to the ground outside the house. Only leaves, that had fallen from the trees, were scattered around. I pulled myself back inside.
Why there was no signs of anything was puzzling me. Where had Y/N gone? Why had she left all so suddenly? What caused her to scream so desperately? These questions filled my thoughts, until I was distracted by a creaking noise from behind me. Quivering, I rotated to face the source of the noise.
A figure stood before me, wrapped in what seemed to be multiple layers of bandages.
'Wh-who are y-you?' I choked on my words, only just managing to force them out. The man let out a throaty chuckle, which resulted in a heavy cough.
'Me?' It asked, surprised that he was unknown by this one boy; me. 'Lets just say... you're lucky to still be alive right now. I could've hurt you in an instant, yet your still stood firmly on both feet.' It's mouth opened into a sort of mischievous grin, revealing a set of revolting, stained teeth.
'Whilst most would be cowering in the corner, afraid, you are still stood facing me, strong.' It chuckled. 'Maybe you're what I need, Stiles. What I need to increase my strength; my power.'
I swallowed, clearing my throat. 'What makes you th-think you can have m-me?' I questioned, and once again the beast, still standing infront of me, found it amusing.
Moving it's head as the relieve it's neck from the stiffness, it returned it's gaze to me. 'Stiles...' It hissed. 'If you aren't to come willingly, then, well... If I were you, I wouldn't make it difficult, or you may end up in excruciating agony. And we wouldn't want that, would we?'
It was my turn for laughter. 'I'm sure you already know the answer to that one.' I spat viciously. 'Now what do you want with me?'
'It's simple really,' It stated with an edge of boredom, as if it was the most obvious need. 'All I need from you is your appearance. Your body, if you so please.' I furrowed my eyebrows, confused as to why it'd need such a thing. 'You seem flustered. Was it not simple enough?' It asked.
'Why would you need my body?' I inquired. 'And why me of all people?'
The creature shook its head. 'I believed it was evident. Do you really think I could walk around in my own skin, and have nobody stare? Nobody question? Nobody scream?' It questioned. 'I'm bound to be locked up, or hunted, with an appearance like my own. But your... innocent look would be the perfect cover.' I gulped.
'C-cover for what?' Part of me dreaded the answer.
'I, am what people call, a nogitsune. A dark spirit, or a trickster, others may say.' It explained. 'And a nogitsune feeds on chaos, strife and pain. An unusual dietary preference.' A rough cough escaped it's lips, and it seemed to be struggling for breath. 'Everyone would suspect a monster like me. Everyone knows not to trust a fox. But you? No one would even think about accusing an exemplary teenager like you, Stiles. You're sweet; everyone knows how you care for others; for Y/N.' Silence cut through the tension, as neither of us opened our mouths to speak.
It all happened so fast, I wasn't even sure how it occurred. I suddenly felt an impulse to to maim; to injure; to kill. The monster was no longer in sight, but I ignored this factor. I only rubbed my hands together, and spoke quietly: 'Never trust a fox.'

does this even count as an imagine, idek lol. still hope you liked it <33