Psycho Loving [Teen Wolf/Sterek]

Part 11

        ⋉ The Nogitsune ⋊

They left him lying on the couch, Melissa barely having finished stitching his hosts wounds before the Sheriff burst in. She'd been slow and hesitant at first to begin treatment, wondering aloud to the others if she should call an ambulance, but the wolves had been insistent to keep him in the McCall house. After that argument had settled, she'd jumped and rushed around for supplies like his life depended on it, which in the Nogitsune's position, it didn't. He could have had the wounds completely healed in fifteen, say twenty minutes. However, if he left his host in this condition, well, that would be a different story for the boy. He was no expert on human anatomy, but he was sure without his presence inside of his body, Stiles would have been in critical condition. Making note of that, he sped up his healing while the woman was occupied finding supplies. It was such a nuisance to pretend to be human, to blend in. He wanted his alpha snack, and then would be on his way.

The Sheriff was now throwing a hissy fit in the kitchen. He'd stepped inside, taken a single look at the bloody towels lining his sons body, and then drilling everyone present on anything they knew. It was adorable really, the way they all cared for his host. Such fragile beings, humans were. So susceptible to breaking, whether emotionally or physically. Or mentally, he jabbed toward Stiles. The teen was locked deep inside his head, almost like he wasn't there at all unless he was making a fuss. Since they'd left Derek's loft, he'd been silent. Buying time, still and watching, like at some point he'd be able to take over again. The sudden contact from the demon made him jump. He didn't seem to appreciate the humor of it's joke, and rather cringed as he heard his father raving.

"Is he hurt badly? What did this to him? Who? When did he show up here, where has he been-"

"Mr. Stilinski," Scott interrupted, voice soothing but guilty. "I found him earlier, after I called you. It was late and he was fine, Stiles told us himself he didn't know where he'd been for the past few days, and that he wanted to rest before anyone drilled him with questions. So Derek took him back to his loft to sleep. I don't know what happened after that. He showed up here maybe half an hour ago, like this-"

"The wounds are a lot shallower than all the blood makes it look. The slash stitched up easily, and the puncture hardly goes in an inch." Melissa added, obviously trying to placate. As entertained as he was by the confusion and anger, the Nogitsune had better things to do than listen to them recap. He released a loud groan, and immediately there were hands at his side, presences around him.

"Stiles, are you awake?" The sheriff asked, helping him sit up.

It was cute how he thought this was still his son. The Nogitsune had to admit, he'd really outdone himself with his illusion. He could have taken over completely a bit earlier, but had instead progressed with the gradual insanity act. And now, any odd behaviour was written off as part of that insanity. Genius.

This had been going on for too long though. He let them argue and talk in loud voices, let Melissa stitch him up with Scott's hand anchored on his shoulder, 'taking away his pain'.

That part made him really pent up and frustrated. If he thought he'd been hungry before, the naive little alpha stealing his energy made him positively ravenous.

He opened his eyes, taking in the concerned faces around him. Scott, Melissa and the Sheriff were the 'helping hands' around him. Isaac was lingering a few steps back, and the shady 'Rafael' character was lingering in the door to the kitchen.

It took the Nogitsune about five seconds to realize that human concern was more annoying than he thought it would be. He could tell at a glance that they weren't going to let him prance off like nothing was wrong. His plans changed immediately. Bold productions were never his thing, but in this, he would make an exception.