* Listen to: Cloud - Elias *
Word Count: 2,527
My body ached all over. My hands landed on a wet pavement as I pushed myself up. My eyes adjusted and noticed that I was in some underground tunnels. My body started shivering at the sudden temperature drop. I began to move down the long tunnel. This feeling of dread and desperation filled within me.
"Can you feel them?" Void spoke out in a harsh whisper as he stood at the end of the hall, "The feelings are strong, aren't they?" He started to creep closer, "That's because a lot of bad things happened down here."
I started to move away from him as his footsteps grew closer.
"Tell me what are you feeling? Can you feel their deaths? Can you feel your beloved Stiles slowly dying?" He continued to move forward, "He is you know. He's dying." His voice was haunting.
I kept moving away as I rounded different corners, "Then what do you need me for?! You think that I can tell you something?" I continued moving but then a closed gated door stopped me in my tracks.
His laugh echoed against the stone walls, "Oh I know you can."
"I won't tell you anything!" I screamed as I shook the door trying to pry it open.
"You won't have to." Void's voice was suddenly close. My body turned and came face to face with his dark eyes as he stepped into the dim light, "You'll be screaming."
I pushed him away as I ran down a set of stairs, "Leave me alone!" I kept running until I came across another locked door. I leaned my forehead up against one of the bars in defeat. I don't know how long it will be until someone finds me, "They'll find me. My friends are going to find me."
Void took a seat at the top of the stairs as his hands were clasped together, "You think so? I myself, was kind of wondering what they're doing right now. What useless lead they're chasing. I wonder if maybe some of them have bigger problems to deal with right now." He paused as he watched my body leaning up against the door, "Are they really spending every minute looking for you? Or are they waiting for night fall?"
I gathered enough courage to turn around and face the demon himself. He eyes stayed glued as I put up a brave face, "What do you want?"
"More." He said as he slowly rose up, descending down one step at a time.
"More what?" My voice came out in a hush whisper.
"The trickster stories are all about food, Y/N. The coyote, the raven, and the fox. They're all hungry. I'm the same." His body was now towering over mine, "I just crave something a little different. I eat what you feel." He pushed me against the door as a small whimper left my lips. He inhaled as his nose pressed into my hair. His lips brushed against my ear, "And I am insatiable."
"Please," I begged as my eyes were closed, "Please leave me alone."
"Feed me Y/N. Give in to the darkness. I promise you that you will enjoy all the power." His hands gripped my wrists as he pinned them to my sides, "If you give in. I promise I will keep this face that you love so much. I bet I can make you feel so much better than Stiles ever could." His lips brushed up against my neck, "Why do you want someone who cheated on you? Who touched another woman like he would with you? The way his lips kissed along her inner thighs."
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Stiles Stilinski Imagines 🦊
FanfictionA series of different Imagines of a boy we all love.