The Dark Fox And The Dark Wolf

Please

Derek stared at his ear in Stiles hand, breathing hard as if hyperventilating.

That...

Was his ear!

Stiles cupped Derek's chin, pulling him up slightly, up from the ground. Black veins started to creep from Derek's wound then pulled from his skin, decorating Stiles hand and going up his arm.

Derek shivered slightly feeling the pain dull slightly.

Stiles closed his eyes, letting out a sigh.

"I was right, you are delicious Derek" Stiles chuckled.

His hold tightened slightly, the wolf winced and the black veins appeared at a quicker rate.

Lydia turned away but suddenly Scott was besides her, he grabbed the back of her neck and made her look in Derek's direction.

"Ah, ah, who said you could look away?"Scott said coldly.

Stiles grinned darkly then without warning he stuck his nails into the wolfs shoulder and raked them down his arm.

Derek cried out, the pain was unbelievable.

Lydia gasped in horror.

He couldn't withhold a whimper when he looked at his arm. Stiles had dug his fingers in so deep that he... could see bone.

"Stop it!" Lydia yelled.

"There's only one way to stop it Lydia, you know how" Scott said, he sounded amused.

The flesh slowly started to mend itself. Derek couldn't take his eyes of it. A distant thought reached him, it was strange but he'd never seen his own bone before.

It made him feel maybe a little more human, so we are built the same way after all.

"Ah" Stiles sighed "Werewolf healing is really amazing"

The fox traced his hand down Derek's now smooth skin.

"A human would have died with that wound I just gave you but now it's already healed"

Stiles then let out a laugh, he looked up at Lydia who was being forced to watch by Scott.

His eyes glinted evilly.

His voice warped by hunger and darkness.

"The best part? Because you heal so quickly, I get to do it again!"

Derek screamed as Stiles hand once again dug into his arm, as easily as slicing butter.

This time he dug into the bone as well.

The wolf couldn't stop his own scream, in time with the banshee's painful sobs.

"Mmm, though I have often wondered how much a wolf can heal, I mean your finger didn't grow back but the the skin just mended to heal the wound and stop the bleeding, that probably means you won't be able to heal your arm back if I rip it of does it?" Stiles said.

Scott bared his sharp teeth into a smile, his eyes flashing red.

His voice full of blood lust.

"I don't know Stiles, why don't you find out?"

Lydia's sobs increased tenfold.

"P-please" A pained voice croaked.

All eyes turned on Derek.

His voice cracked, his eyes showed he was not all there.

"Please"

Stiles licked his lips as he replied "Please what little wolf?"

The back veins ran faster and the lights within the corridor started to flicker.

He didn't reply for a while until Stiles grabbed his arm and started to twist it the wrong day.

Derek writhed in pain before answering.

"Please s-stop"

Scott chuckled "I'm afraid that's not your decision to make Derek"

Hi, I hope you enjoy this chapter, sorry I haven't been doing one every day, it's getting more busy since Christmas is coming soon. I'll be back to one chapter a day after Christmas however for this story and the next before Christmas it'll probably be a chapter after one or two days, anyway hope let me know what you think and as always have a great week :D

Hehe...

Evil Stiles and Scott :D

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