Deception

Dark Encounter

"What are you doing out so late?" She asked, eyes narrowing on him.

He could feel her energy he realised.

It moved slowly and protectively around her but he could feel it as well and it felt...angry.

"I could ask you the same thing" Stiles retorted stiffly, shoulders hunched.

Fritz smiled slightly, like it amused her what he was saying.

She reached out to grasp his shoulder, probably to reassure him.

"There's no need to be like that, I'm sure you understand I-"

As soon as she touched him something shot through Stiles angrily and protectively.

He couldn't hear, his magic didn't talk but he felt his energy moved restlessly inside him and furiously.

The way it shot through his body, the way it moved, he felt like he could understand it.

Frits stopped talking, letting out a gasp of pain, hand shooting away from his shoulder.

We will never let her touch us again.

He could see his own golden energy spark around where her hand had been.

Her eyes widened, she could see it to.

Her smile however was natural, she looked interested?

"It worked I see"

Stiles was suddenly aware of all his scars all over his body, he'd been able to forget them, like they were part of him but now they felt uncomfortable on his skin.

"No thanks to you" He said coldly.

She said, looking suddenly at him more with sympathy "It should have, I am sorry at what I had to do"

It didn't make him feel better, in fact that look on her face just angered him more. His magic sparked inside him, like him it didn't seem to be calmed down by her apology either and felt almost eager to hurt her again.

Like she hurt us

Stiles felt a heat behind his eyes and he was aware they had started to glow unnaturally.

Fritz only smiled at that, it was obvious she could see how his energy was reacting to her.

"Well you'll definitely one of us now"

She sounded impressed.

Stiles didn't want to impress her.

He wanted to-

No!

Stiles shook the angry thoughts out of his head, no he had something more important to do.

Despite that his magic still skittered underneath his skin, all to ready to come out if she tried to get to close to him again.

"Do you know where Madam Rucia's room is?"

Fritz raised her eyebrow at his question.

"Madam Rucia does not take kindly to be woken up at night"

"Its important" Stiles snapped.

"Maybe I can help?" Fritz asked, shrugging her shoulders in a why not gesture.

"I-I think she can help me more but thanks anyway"

We don't trust you.

I'm not putting contacting my father in your hands Stiles thought. He couldn't.

Meeting her again was already bringing up unpleasant memories.

His throat actually ached as if he was remembering the screams that she had ripped from him.

His muscles tense, like he was expecting her whip any time soon.

But instead Fritz told him "She's closer to the Lord of Mind's room. Go up those stairs, in front of you then through two corridors to the left, her room is the third to the right"

Stiles nodded, making sure to remember it, this place was like a maze.

Without another word to her he was about to go but she said, her hands almost going to grab him but she seemed to think better of it.

Stiles withheld a smirk.

"Be careful about going out at night Mieczyslaw, people might think...you're up to no good"

Then with that and this smile that seemed of somehow she walked away.

Stiles stared after her, scowling.

His energy only calming down once he's lost sight of her.

Only when he'd climb the stairs did he really think about what she'd just said.

If she thought him doing this would look suspicious then what was Fritz doing, walking around at night anyway?