Bend The Rules , Stiles Stilinski ² ✓

[ 50 ] what is this, an intervention?

"You killed someone for it?" Derek scoffed in question, turning his head to the side to narrow his eyes at Ace.

"We'll he wasn't giving it to me willingly, mate." Ace muttered back.

"Okay, but you didn't have to kill him—"

"Oh please, you're spending too much time with that Scotty kid," Ace cut him off with another scoff.

"You're being ridiculous—"

"Oh my God!" Aspen's voice spoke irritably, causing both men to snap their heads in her direction, "If you're gonna keep me tied up here, can you at least not bicker like toddlers in front of me? It's exhausting..."

Ace and Derek both fell quiet, then throwing accusing looks at each other, followed by irritated shrugs, until finally their bickering came to a close as they focused back on the situation at hand.

Ace then stood back to rejoin Derek's side, amusing himself as he watched the demon in front of him in his sister's body grow more and more angry, and not being able to do a thing about it.

"As I was saying..." Ace cleared his throat, "so long as those ropes are touching you, your powers are nothing." Ace explained with a smug smile, "so... who's in charge now?"

The brunette sighed, leaning back in the seat and making herself comfortable, her eyes flicking between both Derek and Ace, tapping her fingers on the wooden arm chair repeatedly. Her eyes then fell to her brother and stayed there, the stare turning into a taunting glare, tilting her head to the side as she let out a humourless laugh.

"What's so funny?" Ace asked with furrowed brows, irritated that she wasn't taking him seriously.

"Oh nothing..." the brunette laughed, her head dipping down to stare at her lap as she continued to laugh with a hoarse voice.

"I'm serious," said Ace, "what—what are you laughing at?"

Aspen lifted her head back up, looking at her brother again, leaning back in her seat and smirking with amusement.

"Just that it could've been you..." she decided to answer with a taunting voice,

"It didn't have to be your dear sister, I could've just as easily chosen you. Or hell— maybe I should've gone for the big guns and went straight for Deucalion."

Ace and Derek exchanged another glance, before Derek spoke up with another question.

"So why did you choose Aspen?" said the Hale man, "there must've been something special about her."

"Oh, there is," she said in merely a whisper, her eyes darting from Derek and back to Ace, "tell me, how much exactly do you know about nogitsunes, boys?"

Ace clenched his jaw in anger, hating how comfortable and smug this demon was being, he also felt an abnormal amount of pain seeing that this evil creature was taking the shape of his sister— someone who was once the kindest soul he ever knew, and probably still is. He couldn't help but imagine the sound of her screams from within her own head, her cries for a way out.

"I know bits and pieces," Ace said flatly.

"Such as...?" she pressed further, continuing to tap her fingers on the chair arm.

"I know that you're dark kitsunes, you're trickster spirits, and — you feed off of..."

The brunette in the chair smirked evilly when Ace's voice trailed off, and then she laughed to herself as she glared into his eyes.

"We feed off of... what?" she said tauntingly, "Go on, finish your sentence."

Ace's jaw hardened once more, before reluctantly bringing himself to answer, but his voice came out as more of a cracked whisper.