Just a memory (teenwolf fanfic)

6. A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

Stiles

For a moment he was stunned. And for another. Then he finnaly said: "Peter Hale."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yes, please, that would be my name, thank you."

Although he couldn't see well in the dark, he could hear good enough that Peter wasn't sane. Insanity was rising in his voice full of rage. The lack of his usual calmness shook Stiles more than the fact that a dangerous ex-alpha was standing with him alone in nearly - the middle of the night. Jeez.

"What do you want?" he yelled at the werewolf. How did you get out of the Eichen House? he wanted to ask, but decided better not to.

"What I've always wanted", Peter got closer. Stiles could see a sick grin covering his crazy face. "Power."

The strong wind suddenly hitted the trees. It sounded like someone was screaming while being tortured. Stiles dug his hands into his pockets, pressing hard to stop them from shivering.

"Recent events caught my attention", Peter continued. "Heard yur little's banshee friend scream. In my head. She called me", his eyes were glimmering bright blue colour. Colour that meant that he had killed someone inocent. But it wasn't Stiles' to judge. Hasn't he done the same? "And I knew... I knew a great power could be realised. 'Cause if you bring Scott's little dead girlfriend back, her power will be enormous. Bigger than what she had by lifetime. And you know I am always attracted to power", he showed his teeth.

Stiles felt dizzy. "She would never work for you. She would never help you", Stiles was sure of it.

"I never meant to ask that. I am a reasonable man" - Don't know about that one, Stiles thought - "No, she was too loyal to your silly pack. But I would like to study her", the older man paused. "But, of course, that would mean you die", he questioned Stiles with his look.

"I am willing to do so", Stiles said without thinkould. It could be a little stupid to tell a madman he's willing to die.

Peter was observing him. "Clearly", he announced. "But are you ready?"

Stiles felt sudden cold. His palms were sweaty. He tried wipping them on his jeans, but they just slipped.

"You mean, now?" he asked. He had no intentions of helping Peter, but he'd do anything to bring Allison back. Those two sides were fighting inside him.

Peter nodded with effort. "When you are ready."

Stiles figured he was shaking. He was close to death many times, but he never really had time to think.

Better not to think at all. "Do it", he closed his eyes. If this was the price to pay to make it right, than he was okay with that. At least, he tried to be okay.

So, this is the end, he thought. If he was thinking about his death, he always kinda thought he would die old, with a hudge history behind him, with a wife, children and grandchildren, maybe even greatgrandchildren. Or to die as a hero, maybe.

Behind his eyelids there was a face. Female face. Lydia's face surrounded by strawberry blond hair. He felt good that she was with him in his last moments. He felt tears filling his eyes, but he shook them away. He wanted to die with dignity.

He heard movements and loud roar. Just do it all ready, he wanted to say, but couldn't. He never admit it, but he was actually scared of death. Mostly scared for his father dying on duty or Scott being killed. And there was Lydia too. But he was also scared of his own death. He didn't want to leave his life until it's fulfilled .

"Stiles", he imagined Lydia whispering, "I love you."

"Stiles!" the other voice cried. It was female, but not Lydia.

He opened his eyes.

"Malia?" he asked stupidly, while the werecoyote was roaring. She jumped between him and Peter.

By the past few weeks his ex went to the woods as a coyote again. She's gone kind of crazy over her finals and the whole teenage life thing. But she was too proud to ask for help and she was studying on her own. One day she just freaked out and escaped through her bedroom window, coyote shaped.

But she didn't change a lot since then. She wore simple, just a little dirty, white oversized top and denim shorts. Her hair grew a little longer and her eyes were wild, but she was mostly the same.

"Hey, Stiles", she growled, eyes facing her father.

"Silly girl", Peter waved his hand, as there was a fly flying around him. "Get away before I kill you", he said the way most people would say Be careful so you don't fall off your bike.

Malia grinned. "Bet ya scared?"

"Yes, of course I'm scared of a 16-years old girl."

"I'm seventeen", she growled.

"Malia, not really the moment", Stiles whispered.

She turned to face him. "You shut up! I'm dealing with something here. Found you with closed eyes, not planing to do anything about at least saving your butt. What was that about?"

Stiles opened his mouth to answer her, but his eyes flyed to Peter. "Malia-"

He was too late. Peter already drew out his claws and, with an angry roar, reached for her back.