for the Fantasy TV Meme || 01/02 Demonic Posessions- Stiles
“Get out of him,” Derek snarls, twisting in his chains, his canines lengthen and his face is contorting as he shifts form.
The thing - he won’t think of it as Stiles, it’s not - just laughs, and Derek tastes bile in the back of his throat; because the laugh is so familiar, and yet so wrong at the same time; it makes the hairs on his arms stand on end. All of his senses are screaming run flee hide; this is something beyond him. This is pure evil.
“And why would I do that Derek, when his pain is so delicious?” There is another laugh and a flash of teeth. “He’s emotes so strongly, it’s extremely satisfying. He doesn’t feel bad about what I’m doing though, no, he feels bad because he likes it.”
Derek lunges and snaps his teeth, but it’s useless and he knows it.
“Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?” It sing-songs, delighted, as it moves towards him, the light from the moon reflecting off the slick black orbs that have replaced warm honey.
Then suddenly the smiles and the laughter are gone, and the expression left is nothing short of predatory.
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