say you believe me

Emrys finally fully turned to look at Stiles and that’s when he caught it, not a scent persay more like his fox reacted to a known presence. ‘Void.’ He bit out with out realizing, standing and stepping back. The green eyes turned orange again and a low growl resonated in his chest before he could control himself. ‘So the rumors were true.’ The words were half muttered. ‘The true alphas pack fought off Void and lived to tell the tale.’ 

The fox shook his head, fighting down the urge to turn tail and run. Void wasn’t something you fought. It was something you ran from. ‘Belladonna tipped arrows. Three in the chest and two in the head. That’ll kill it. But from what I understand your alpha doesn’t kill. I’ve never heard of anyone fighting one of these things to submission outside of myths.’

Originally posted by cantscrubitclean

Stiles paused a moment when he heard the word ‘void’. Why would he say that?  What did he know?  Stiles got to his feet and took a step back from Emrys.  “I’m not--that isn’t me.” He shook his head and turned away, running a hand through his hair.  Scott and the rest of the pack had fought off the Nogitsune and the Oni...but there had been a cost. He knew the darkness inside of himself all too well.  And he knew the battle he fought every day to keep it at bay.

“Scott may not be a killer, but if it comes down to it, I will be.”  He turned back towards Emrys and kept his eyes locked on his.  “We always try to find another solution but if we can’t...if it comes down to losing another member of my pack?  I won’t hesitate this time.”

‘Normal is a setting on the dryer.’ Emrys muttered as he looked back at the screen, eyes flashing orange as he scanned the pages scrolling past. Cipactli were bad news, almost impossible to beat and strong. Ghostly fire curled around his tattoo covered arms, fox fire tracing the physical manifestation of his tails. He ignored the blame game comment for now, taking a deep breath to control his fire. ‘Cipactli are old myth, Aztec god old myth. Part crocodile part fish…mean and hungry bastards. The Aztec got them started on human flesh and as you can probably guess it turned into their favorite meal…’ 

The kitsune sat back on his heals and sighed. ‘You’re alpha’s gonna have a hell of a time fighting this thing off.’

Originally posted by ireallydontcare5

Stiles squinted at the other as he mocked him and let out a huff.  “Great. Thanks for the terrible news and also for the vote of confidence in my pack.”  He knew there was going to be an uphill battle to take this thing down, they were already three steps behind and lost as to what to do next.  “So are you gonna offer me anything helpful about how to kill this thing or are you just gonna give me bad news all night?” His patience was running a little thin.

Emrys leaned over the desk, scrolling through the pictures and reports. ‘Huh…if I’m not mistaken that is a crocodile bite. Which would make sense if the usual weapons are guns and claws.’ He kept scrolling, squatting down to get comfortable. ‘That’s weird that one would be this far in land and this far north…normally these guys like warm climates by the ocean.’ He looked back at Stiles. ‘What the hell did your pack do to draw a Cipactli here?’

Originally posted by daygabs

“You said a what now? A crocodile?  Yeah. Okay. That sounds normal.” He sat up a little straighter, squinting at the screen trying to figure out how in the hell he got crocodile from all that.  “And let’s just back up with the blame game here dude.  We didn’t do anything to draw a Cipa-whatever here.  Bad shit just seems to find us.” Stiles and his pack had a never ending stream of chaos following them and it was not uncommon for them to have no damn idea what they did to draw it in.  “Beacon Hills is just that...a beacon for the supernatural.  Things just end up here.”

Better her than him or anyone else in her opinion but she knew not to say that to him. “I was reading, but then I just got tired and I wasn’t getting anywhere so I kinda fell asleep. And then you slammed your laptop and I fell over. So, yeah.” She pulled herself up to a sitting position and looked up at him. “I’m trying, but you know I’m better at the fighting part than the research part.”

Stiles really wanted to be irritated but it was Malia and he wasn’t really surprised that she was not into this part of the process.  She had other redeeming qualities so he let it slide most of the time.  “I really just don’t know what to do at this point. It’s like we’re fighting something we just can’t get ahead of and I feel like we’re just...fucked.”

Emrys frowned slightly, pushing off the wall and stepping closer. ‘You don’t even know what you’re fighting?’ He tilted his head and tried to remind himself about the rumors he had heard surrounding this town, and specifically Stiles. If they were true then having an unknown kitsune this close may not be welcome. 

The fox took a deep breath. ‘Show me what you’ve been fighting, I might know what it is. Better yet I might know how to beat it.’

Originally posted by maurawrites

Stiles sighed and flipped the top of his laptop open again and scrolled down the page a little to what he’d been looking at a moment ago.  “This is all I know.  It’s definitely some kind of shapeshifter and it doesn’t seem to be affected by the usual barrage of weaponry.”  He sat back a little in the chair to give the other man space to look at the page.

“What do you think?”

‘Well dying isn’t really on my to do list today so I say form another plan.’ Emrys leaned back against the door, arms crossed over his chest. It was easy to see why this human was so deeply entrenched in the local pack, he was smart and tricky. ‘What’s the issue with your plan?’

“The issue with my plan is that I have no plan.”  Stiles turned around in his chair and looked at the other man.  “So unless you have any ideas that don’t include sacrificing someone to the...whatever monster it is I’m trying to save us from.”  He groaned and closed his eyes.  “I’m just tired...and out of ideas.”

Malia had just been laying upside down on the edge of the bed with a book on her face, having given up long before he had. She flinched when he slammed the laptop shut before falling onto the floor. “Ow. I mean, when have our plans ever actually worked? Really worked? I’m not saying we should wait to see if we die but, plans never work the way they’re supposed to anyway so why stress so much over it? Also, if I die, I die, it’ll probably be worth it.”

He sighed and rubbed his temples with his fingers.  “Okay well it’s not worth it to me.”  Stiles looked over at her and frowned.  “And why are you on the floor?  Were you even trying to read up on this or were you napping again?”

Stiles had been staring at his laptop screen for what felt like forever, trying to find a way out of this.  “I don’t know what else to do...I’m just sitting here spinning my freakin’ wheels and getting no where.”  He slammed the laptop shut and ran a hand through his hair.  “What do you wanna do?  Try and form another plan or wait here and see if we die?”

[sms; stiles]: you are missing out on one of life’s finest delights.  [sms; stiles]: i haven’t eaten that shit since i learned how to make it myself.

[sms; stiles]: sometimes i forget that you’re a teenager and living in your college campus.  [sms; stiles]: is there any other way to eat pizza?  [sms; stiles]: homemade is always better.