Stiles awoke with a start. He has barely gotten any sleep for weeks, he has been having nightmares. The nightmares of the night his mother died. She was out in the back yard, tending to her garden. Stiles was watching her from the kitchen window, keeping an eye on his mother. Stiles looked away for only a few seconds, only looking back to a dead, bloody, ravished body. The scene was horrible. Stiles only caught a small look of the perp before his dad was coming down stairs asking what the notice was. When he noticed his son standing over the sink looking into the garden.
His father walked over to Stiles looking at what his son was witnessing. He saw his wife. Dead. The sheriff picked Stiles up sending him into his room, he pulled out his phone calling the police.
Stiles sat up in his bed, trying to shake the memory from his mid he shook his head, only to find, it didn't work. Stiles looked out of his window, just to catch a glimpse of a Camaro speeding down the road. He knew who it was, but he didn't really care, or maybe he did.
Stiles got out of bed, knowing he wasn't going to get any more sleep tonight, he walked into the hall in a pair of sweats before opening the door to the Attic.
When he entered the attic everything was dusty. He wiped his finger over a box pulling it up to inspect the dust left on his finger. Stiles looked around, there was an old chest behind a few boxed, it was completely clean. No evidence of dust anywhere. Stiles bend down to the chest, there was something on the top, and on the lock. A Symbol, Stiles didn't know the symbol so he didn't take a second glace, he suddenly got widely interested with what was in the chest.
Stiles lifted the lock, inspecting it. There where no wholes for a key. No buttons. No combinations. Stiles was puzzled. Stiles held the lock in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the symbol, it soon started to glow. The lock unlatched allowing entry for Stiles. Stiles peeled the lock off of the chest, unbuckling the straps down the front of the chest he flung the lid open. Just like on the outside, no dust. Stiles picked up a letter, it was addressed 'Genim' so he opened it.
Dear Genim,
Inside this chest is the family secret. You, son, are a witch. No don't go assuming your getting a broom and your following a snitch. I knew I was being watched, so I had to protect you, binding your magic. Open the book titled 'Witch Inventory' and open to page 76, Wave your hand over the image, all of your questions will be answered. I love you son, so very much!
Love, Mom.
Stiles sat the note down next to him. His mother had left him a note, explaining something very important. Stiles picked up the book mentioned in the note, opening it to the page numbered 76. He moved his hand over the image of a ring, with the same symbol on the chest and lock. When Stiles finished waving his hand over the book he opened his eyes slowly. Revealing the same ring on the page, on his hand. Stiles looked over the ring, The only thing on the silver band was the symbol.
Stiles looked at the ring, a million questions flying through his brain before a voice spoke In his head. 'Calm down son, One question at a time.' Stiles chuckled to himself, he must be totally sleep deprived if a voice is talking to him. 'Your not sleep deprived, your Magic.' The voice decided to speak up again. Stiles picked up a book out of the trunk, it's a dark brown leather bound book. The Spine of the book says 'Grimoire' Stiles opens the book finding it a different language. Stiles looked at it quizzically. The words then started the dance around, creating English words for the reader. 'Weird' he thought. Stiles looked at a spell on the page, it says it's a shield spell, creating a shield around you, protection you from any physical hit. Stiles commits the spell to memory. Suddenly Stiles could hear his dad stirring downstairs, coming to the attic steps he called up. "Son, go to bed, she's not coming back." He said tiredly before walking back to his room.
Stiles decided he should at least try to get some sleep so he sat the book and the note back into the chest. Stiles headed down the stairs, turning right to go to his bedroom door, hearing squeaking Stiles paused for a moment. Listening, he could hear breathing, and a faint pounding. Stiles walked into his room to see Derek standing in the corner of his room. "That's not creepy." Stiles spoke faint, lack of sleep makes you tired.
"Where were you?" Derek asks stepping out of the shadows.
"In the Attic. Couldn't hear my heartbeat?"
"No, must be soundproof."
The voice in his head decided to speak up, 'No just werewolf proof.' Stiles chuckled to himself Derek looking at him. "What do you want, Sourwolf?"
"Nothing." Before Stiles could say anything else Derek was out of the room, window closed. A few seconds later Stiles could hear the screech of Tires speeding away.
A/N: Guys please review if you find this at least a little good! The more you review the more I wright!
