Chapter 3: And you wonder why she didn't open the door

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Key for this chapter:

Stiles' Thoughts

Anyone Else's Thoughts or Stiles' diary Entries

'Old dialogues memories, spoken out loud thoughts, the past in general...'

///Memories in Stiles' diary entries//

POVs

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

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Warning: Alternative POVs

Thursday 21st, November, 2019

2:10 PM

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By the time the twelve hours had ended, the incubus had been reduced to a husk, quivering in terror and the mumblings of a mad man.

Peter looked down at him, "Do we just kill him?" he asked curiously.

Stiles shrugged, "It depends, if he had any consciousness left, I'd have surrendered him to the people I work with. There's a supernatural prison in and around the Bermuda Triangle. The Fae have a key to its realm and are the keepers of the gate. I have an agent in the know who takes care of cases like that. Unfortunately, I think we've definitely broken this one", he answered with a 'what can you do?' air about him.

"Well that's no water off of my back", Peter commented dryly, "Do I get to rip out his heart now?" he asked almost eagerly.

Stiles paused, "I was... I mean, if you want to?" he asked confused.

"Honestly what part of this date, left you confused that I wouldn't pay my dues", he asked clicking his tongue.

Stiles snorted, "Nothing, go ahead", he offered, "Just..." he paused.

"Just?"

"Make it hurt, I want him aware when you eventually rip out his throat, or heart or whatever", he huffed settling back down against the tree he'd temporarily called nap headquarters.

Peter grinned, "With pleasure", he laughed happily, conversationally he added, "Ordinarily I never get to have this much fun. Mom or my alpha gets to go release all their pent up aggression on the interlopers, and I'm left with cleanup. I mean I don't mind hiding the bodies, but it's no fun when all I'm doing is tossing the cretins into the dustbin", he pouted.

Stiles hummed, "Well feel free to wrack all the havoc you want", he offered a tad amused.

Peter nodded happily, he started with clawing the back of the incubus' neck and with a grunt he grinned down, "Back with us are you?" he teased cheekily.

Stiles sat up as recognition filled the creature's features and he cleared his throat;

"What did you just do?" he asked intrigued.

Peter paused, ignoring the desperate whining of his victim, "The claw thing?" he asked.

"Uh-huh", Stiles answered inquiring.

"Alphas usually have the ability to take memories of events that could be traumatic from their betas. It's not something that's taught to betas, but my mother noticed how much I craved knowledge, and instead of me finding out by unsavoury folk, she taught me how to do it", he explained turning around he placed two fingers in the middle of his neck, just a few centimetres away from his hairline, "Right here in the center, if a trained wolf is careful memories can be altered and or a catatonic individual can be pulled out of his trapped state", he answered softly.

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