Fear | Stiles Stilinski

Echo House

Fear, it surrounded him, the white walls screaming of the horrors so many terrified patients had experienced. He relished in it, his entire being practically buzzing as he inhaled deeply, the scent flooding through him. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he let his eyes fall shut in concentration, there was something in the air, something different, something new. Something exciting.

Hearing screams, he snapped his eyes open with a smirk, slipping out of the unlocked door, scoffing at the nurses for forgetting to lock the door. It seemed the nurses where just as uncomfortable around him as the patients, hurrying from his room with such urgency they forgot to look the door, or use their wonderful five point restraint system to make him fall asleep. He didn't sleep much.

Strolling down the decrepit hallways, he saw a mass of patients huddled together as they gazed and pointed at something above them, in the stairwell. A couple of the patients moved out of his way when they saw him, their interest gone from the thing they were looking at, instead averting their eyes to the floor as they let him to pass. Rolling his eyes at their cowardice, he glanced up to see a body handing from the stairs rail, another suicide. It must be a Monday. He was about to walk away, bored with the display before his eyes latched onto a boy his age who was glancing down at him, or rather something behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he raised an eyebrow at the empty space before he looked back at the boy, their eyes meeting for the first time. His eyes lit up at the attention, a wide grin breaking out onto his face as the boys scent reached him, he was petrified. About to peer inside the boys mind, curiosity filling him about what could make him so scared, he huffed when the guards approached the group to pull them away from the gruesome display. Winking at the boy, he decided his curiosity could wait until later, leaving before one of the guards could put their grubby hands on him.

When he made it back to his room, his thoughts raced, he had never smelled fear so strong before and for some reason, this boys fear filled him with unease instead of hunger. Dropping down onto the uncomfortable mattress, he glared at the cracked ceiling tiles, trying to figure this new feeling out. He had not felt unease in a long time, ever since he was sent here, so why did he suddenly feel it for one random boy he had just met?

The next morning, he sat in the courtyard, his dark gaze glaring at anyone who looked his way. He was feeling off and no matter what he did, the feeling wouldn't go away. Seeing one of the more stupid patients get too close to him, he growled lowly in warning, the sound vibrating through his clenched teeth. The patient who he had not learned the named of, jumped at the noise and hastily ran to the other side of the garden away from him. Normally, he would entertain himself, subtly tormenting the patients around him to try and satisfy his insatiable hunger, but today he was not in the mood to do anything but growl when anyone came to close.

"That's Roman...just stay away from him..." Hearing his name, his dark eyes snapped up to see the boy from last night talking with another patient, presumably his cellmate.

The cellmate continued to mutter, pointing at random patients but the boys attention was solely on Roman. Smirking viciously, he jumped from where he was sat, casually stalking towards the boy whose eyes widened as he approached. Roman was only a few feet away from the boy when he froze, his eyes going wide as he caught the boys scent under the layers of fear. Inhaling deeply to confirm his suspicion, he darted forwards, his hands latching onto the boy shoulders to keep him in place as he tried to stumble back at the sudden movement.

"Hey! Wha-" The boy gasped out in shock, trying to pry Roman's hands from his shoulders, his sentence faltering when Roman stuck his head into the crook of the boys neck, inhaling before releasing a sigh of pleasure.