Lemon Eyes- A Teen Wolf Fanfic

You're My Kill Of The Night

"Hey, hey, hey-" spluttered Stiles indignantly. "Can we not kill innocent pizza men please?"

Scott started towards the door and Stiles lurched after him only to be stopped by Peter Hale's clawed hand.

"Scott, stop" demanded Stiles, trying to rip himself away from the alpha's concrete grip.

Scott continued on anyway, not even showing any sign that he'd heard Stiles. He was almost at the front door of the dilapidated house and, desperate, Stiles turned to Peter instead. It was one thing to eat innocent bunnies, but to kill a person? Scott had never even hurt a fly before.

"Peter," begged Stiles. "Please make him stop- I mean besides the fact that killing people is wrong, my dad's gonna find out and he's gonna find you. They keep a record of where pizza is being delivered you know? You'll be found out and surely you want to keep your pack safe? Peter please?"

Peter just smirked at Stiles, not once breaking his grip.

Scott opened the door, and standing there was a teen holding several stacked boxes of pizza bearing the logo of 'Jeremy's', the local pizza place.

"Hale residence?" asked the guy who looked a bit confused at the state of the old house and slightly worried at the grip Peter Hale had on Stiles.

"Yes" beamed Scott, seeming happy as he took the boxes and handed them to Erica but Stiles could see his claws.

"Right," said the guy. "Card or cash?"

"Stiles" Peter murmured and Stiles looked at him with dread and hope. "I'll stop Scott on one condition."

Stiles glanced quickly at Scott who looked like he was about to pounce and said "What is it?"

"You do it instead" the alpha purred.

Stiles looked at him in shock then turned his head abruptly as he heard Scott tackle the delivery guy to the floor, fangs and claws out and eyes aglow.

Stiles remembered a time when they were younger and Scott would cry if he trod on a stray ant and how, just the other week, he had bawled when watching Finding Nemo. Scott was an actual puppy. He was too innocent for this mess Stiles had got him into and as much as it would hurt Stiles to kill an innocent teen, it would hurt Scott a million times more when he came back to himself.

"Okay, okay I'll do it!" shrieked Stiles as Scott's fangs descended towards the guy's throat. "Stop him!"

"Scott" said Peter calmly and Stiles' best friend froze, stood up and stepped out the way.

The pizza guy screamed a very unmanly scream now his throat wasn't being held closed by a clawed fist and he tried valiantly to scramble away before Derek Hale shoved him face first onto the ground, scowling like usual.

Isaac pressed something cold and hard into Stiles' hand as Peter let him go. He looked down at it. It was a knife: wickedly sharp and with a mahogany handle, this was no kitchen knife. It was a weapon. A murder weapon.

"Peter," Stiles mumbled, his throat tight. "Can't we just let him go?"

"Scott" growled Peter ,from behind Stiles, and the beta started forwards again.

"No!" yelled Stiles and Scott stopped at a nod from his alpha.

A clawed hand on the small of Stiles' back guided him forwards and then kneeling on the floor next to the innocent pizza guy who was still being held by Derek and whimpering pitifully.

When the teen saw the blade clutched in Stiles' hand he started to hyperventilate.

"Do it Stiles" Peter purred. "My little Spark."

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Stiles was shaking as he sat on the threadbare sofa with Peter to one side and Boyd to the other.

He was holding a cold slice of Pepperoni pizza in his hands. Cold just like that kid's body. Stiles gagged around his mouthful of it and Derek glared at him from across the room where he was munching on another slice. Stiles glared shakily back as he managed to swallow the pizza before putting down the rest of the slice onto the dusty coffee table where it was quickly snatched up by Erica's red talons.

Peter raised an eyebrow at her and she smirked, her mouth full of pizza.

Stiles noticed a spot of blood on the bare wooden floorboards next to Scott and shuddered. Peter noticed and rubbed a hand up and down Stiles' back before pulling him into his side.

Stiles froze, his face against the unnaturally warm torso of the alpha as Peter sniffed his hair and sighed. Was this scent marking? Stiles knew wolves did that but these were werewolves.

Werewolves. A few days ago if you had told Stiles that these monsters were real he would have scoffed.

But Stiles was the real monster now.

He had killed someone. He had innocent blood on his hands and he didn't even have the excuse of being a wild supernatural creature.

Derek cocked his head at Peter who sighed and stood up, bringing a dismayed Stiles with him. "Time to go. The police are coming to investigate that kid's disappearance"

Stiles shuddered against Peter's side, his dad would find his and Scott's fingerprints everywhere. His dad would know he was now a murderer.

Scott went with Isaac further into the house as Peter led Stiles out the building with the others leading the way.

"Where are they going" Stiles demanded worriedly, trying to pull away from the alpha. Were they going to leave them behind?

"Don't worry" hummed Peter. "They'll be with us in a second. You should really be wondering where we are going"

Peter pulled Stiles closer again so the human's face was now buried in his neck. Stiles could suddenly smell something so warm ad so comforting that made him want to snuggle closer. The smell of home. The smell of alpha.

Stiles abruptly forgot what he had been saying and what was going on as he buried his face in the werewolf's neck.

"Alpha" he mumbled into Peter's skin, forgetting the sharp stabbing guilt he's been feeling since he slit the delivery man's throat.

Peter chuckled, his neck vibrating with the sound and Stiles distantly heard Derek scoff.

"C'mon sweetie" giggled Erica as she pulled a reluctant Stiles away from Peter and into the backseat of a silver Audi.

Peter climbed into the driver's seat, Derek in shotgun and the other betas piled into the back with Stiles. Isaac and Scott then emerged from the Hale house, holding empty containers. Stiles squinted at the containers that they threw into the house, leaving the door open.

"Wha-" started Stiles as they also piled into the back of the car.

Before he could finish, Peter skidded the car around and Isaac threw something out the open car window into the open front door of the house.

Stiles gaped, wide-eyed through the rear window of the car as the Hale House once more went up in flames, except this time it wouldn't survive.

"I never told you where we were going" Peter smiled pleasantly, seemingly not affected by the blaze getting further and further behind them.

Stiles looked at him.

"We're leaving but first we have to pick up Miss Argent and Miss Martin."

"What?!"