Spooky, magical Sterek AU for the Sterek Week Day Eight (Halloween2)
Despite having not much time I still wanted to do something for Halloween. So here is part one of a multi chapter I wanted to write for a while now.
Title: In The Shadows I See You Come
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst and spooky stuff only... so far... ;)
Thanks: @himmelsdieb for reading this a hundred times to make it right, @ljummen for her wonderful experienced advice. You guys really helped me a lot with the editing! ā¤
Other Tags: magical!Stiles, spark!stiles, sacrifices
The beat of the drums vibrated through his veins. Stiles could feel their seductive invitation tear at him. The urge to move, to wake and dance. His greenish-brown eyes were no more than dark spots lightening in a sudden burst of the huge bonfires into an indescribable shade. The spirit of wilderness and beginnings was almost touchable in the air tonight.
āYou should go out. Theyāre waiting for The Spark,ā Scott said from behind him and Stiles knew. His friend was right but ⦠something was holding him.
āEverything alright?ā
Scott stood beside him now and Stiles felt his intense gaze on his own face, while the drums kept repeating their wild, calling rhythm in the background. Shouts and laughter rose above them filled with freedom and detachedness and something more unsettling. Something more uncontrolled.
āYeahā¦.,ā he eventually answered slowly.
He didnāt feel like it. None of them felt the spirits tearing at him tonight. None of them heard the warning in all the noises or saw the shadows as clearly as he did. It was Halloween and this night belonged to the spirits. This night heād lose all his powers and be more helpless than any other man in camp.
āHeyā¦,ā Scott started hesitantly and by the way how he hesitated Stiles could already tell what was coming. āIf you donāt wanna do this-ā
āI do,ā he cut him off firmly. His forbidden offer rejected Scott fell silent again, while the drums kept their demanding rhythm, getting louder and louder, all the screams more and more frantic with each second. And Stiles heard the blood rushing through his veins start to whisper.
He did. He did want this but it was only half the truth.
āWho wouldnāt?ā he went on, trying to overtalk the rising whispers. āI am about to be sacrificed to a monster. Thatās technically the epitome of happiness.ā
Scott didnāt answer but again he could feel his friendās eyes on him, even though Stiles still refused to look at him. Instead he was staring right at the fabric of his tentās wall, air filled with the shouts and screams and the constant, never stopping rhythm of the drums but they both knew that wasnāt what he was looking at. Stilesā eyes hadnāt been normal since the day heād touched the Otherworld and they werenāt to be limited by a simple piece of fabric. So in fact he was staring right down onto the frantic mass on the landing, their people, their family and friends that were still dancing their way up to a climax Stiles had feared his whole life.
BAM bam bam. BAM bam bam.
āI justā¦..,ā Scott started but apparently didnāt know how to finish. Stiles didnāt care. The whispers in his veins were much louder and he could feel his legs start to tremble while his eyes scanned the crowd. The blemished masks they wore seemed to get more and more alive with each blow the drum sticks made. Each spin their loose limbs seemed to move more independently and Stiles saw the grotesque faces staring up at him start to grow eyes, all of this invisible to everyone but him. If he didnāt know it better heād believe the reaching of their taunting shadows to finally get a grip of him an optical illusion but he did know better.
BAM bam bam. BAM bam bam.
Truth was a sacrifice had to be made. Innocence had to be paid.
Beside him Scott sighed almost soundlessly but only almost. There was nothing that was to be kept a secret from The Spark and Stiles felt Scottās tension as strong as his own. A voice rose above the others again in a scream that was strangely familiar and foreign at the same time. His fatherās voice was already half taken by the euphoria of the spirits.
āItās supposed to be all fine at dawn,ā Scott said to Stiles but the words seemed to reassure him more than they could do for Stiles. And probably that was the only intention heād had because there was nothing they could do for Stiles anymore. Both knew whether they liked it or not it had to happen.
Stiles didnāt even look at Scott once, his magic vibrating, eyes locked onto the fabric of his tentās walls, staring right back at the masks below. One of those monstrous faces was real, ready to savour him with burning red eyes and long claws piercing through his skin, the monster inevitably sinking deeper and deeper into his helpless body.
Unable to hold it Stiles shuddered and the mere second he did everything collapsed into chaos.
Fires burst into heaven with loud growls, within seconds the shadows grew hungrily to giant creatures of evil under alien voices screamed. Even the whole forest shuddered with him through the bushes, the trees and the vibrating earth below them.
It was all gone the moment Stiles snapped back into control in mere reflex and none of the dancing crowd seemed to have noticed.
āStiles!ā Scott hissed. āYou sure you can do this?ā His voice almost trembled but once again only almost. āBecause that definitely didnāt look like it!ā
āYeah. Sorry, I got carried away.ā
āDude, you get carried away out there the whole thing is gonna eat you alive!ā Scott bursted out and it really didnāt do a thing to cheer him up. But Stiles couldnāt blame Scott for losing it. The first time he had felt the powers rising and seen the horrors of the Otherworld heād never been the same, so all he did was to grip his best friend's shoulder and finally return his gaze.
āIt will be fine,ā Stiles promised. āHelp me get ready.ā
Because he knew in this whole camp there was only one creature that could hear his heart betraying the lie in this moment and it wasnāt Scott. So at least his friend wouldnāt have to worry.
To be continued...
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