A/N
Hey guys! As you know, this is the sequel to Poisoned Youth, a prequel in itself to Blood on my Name (Supernatural and Teen Wolf crossover). If neither of those titles sound familiar, I suggest reading those first. If you're lazy, like me, Stiles is Sam and Dean's half brother but still considers Sheriff Stilinski his father. He's a badass hunter as shown in previous stories. This story takes place after episode 6.14 of TVD and after season 4 of Teen Wolf. I know the timing doesn't work very well, but squint. Everything in the shows plus the stories I previously wrote is cannon, plus a few things I added. The next chapter will be up soon, as well as the conclusion to "Poisoned Youth." Make sure to review, read my other stories, and enjoy!
Chapter 1
Communication Breakdown
It all started out so innocently. But then again, so do a lot of things. Stiles was in the police station on Saturday, dropping off some lunch for his dad, the only other person present, when a buzzing sound cut across the office, indicating someone was asking to be let in. Sheriff Stilinski hurried to the front desk and saw a young man standing at the door, hand on his forehead as he peered inside. The sheriff pushed the unlock button, and with a buzz and a click, the door unlocked. Stiles made it to the desk as the boy, 20ish, walked up to the desk with a look of confusion. He had on black skinny jeans and a grey 90's style shirt with an intriguing red pattern, and cropped brown hair. He looked from Stiles to the Sheriff.
"Can I help you?" John Stilinski asked politely. The kid nodded several times.
"Yeah, Uh, I think I'm lost." The kid admitted sheepishly. "I was just driving-" he jerked his thumb to a dashing blue Camaro parked outside the station, which looked a little familiar to Stiles, "-to Oregon. My family lives there, and I was away for a while. I don't quite remember the way."
"Well, you're in northern California, son." John said kindly.
"Yeah, I came from Virginia." the guy said, clearly embarrassed by his predicament.
The sheriff typed some stuff into his computer.
"Long trip." Stiles mused conversationally.
"Yeah," the guy said absentmindedly, glancing at Stiles before leaning on his elbow as he waited for the sheriff to finish typing.
"Where in Oregon did you say you were heading, again, kid?" the Sheriff inquired. The kid told him, and the sheriff resumed typing.
The kid then began telling the sheriff how he got to beacon hills, John nodding at each useful input.
While they were talking, Stiles' phone pinged. He took it out of his pocket discreetly and looked down. Missed Call: Elena Gilbert. Dammit. They had been radio silent for four months. What the hell was going on now?
Stiles shoved his phone back into his pocket, but not before his dad saw. John rolled his eyes before returning to the computer, and the kid shot him an inquisitive glance. Stiles put his phone on silent and back in his pocket.
"So," Stiles said, clearing his throat, "you're going to see your family?"
The kid looked at Stiles again. "Yeah."
"Alright," John said, "I've got a route figured out for you. Why don't you follow me to the printer and I'll show you."
"Okay." The kid said. As he walked behind the desk, he accidentally bumped into Stiles. "Sorry, man."
"No trouble."
When his father and the kid had rounded the corner, Stiles pulled out his phone again. There was one text from Scott...
Hey, man, how's your dad liking the new diet?
... and 8 missed calls.
Missed Call: Elena Gilbert
Missed Call: Matt Donovan
Missed Call: Caroline Forbes
Missed Call: Stefan Salvatore
Missed Call: Alaric Saltzman
Missed Call: Jeremy Gilbert
Missed Call: Tyler Lockwood
Missed Call: Damon Salvatore
Yeesh. Things must really be bad if Damon was calling him. Stiles hadn't gotten this many calls since the other side had collapsed, a few months prior. Then, nothing. They had called once every couple of weeks, to check in, and his phone had blown up only occasionally. When the Originals had rolled into town, when Elena had died in that car accident, the whole Silas debacle, and when Bonnie had died and then come back to life. That was then. So what was going on now?
A thump brought Stiles' attention back to reality.
"Dad?" he shouted into the station. Silence. Stiles looked back down at his phone, but something caught his eye. A smudge of red in the middle of his green shirt. It rubbed off onto his fingers, and when he rubbed them together the smudge grew dry and rusty. Blood.
"Oh my god." Stiles murmured. Where had the blood on his shirt come from? Stiles' mind raced. No werewolf incidents, and he would have noticed this earlier-
Wait a minute. That kid had bumped into him, right where the red smudge was. The kid with the weird pattern of red on his shirt. Weird because it looked almost wet-
"Oh my god!" Stiles exclaimed, louder this time. There was blood on that kid's shirt. And he was now alone with his dad. That thump he just heard?
"Dad!" Stiles shouted, panicking. He ran into the station looking for his dad and the kid. He didn't have to look very far, for after the first corner he rounded he saw his dad, lying unconscious on the floor, the kid standing over him, holding his taser.
Stiles came to a screeching halt. The kid, once he saw Stiles, grinned.
"Hey!" he said cheerfully, like tazing Stiles' dad unconscious made his day.
"Y-you tased my dad." Stiles mumbled.
The kid looked from the taser to the man on the floor with mild amusement. "But I didn't tase the deputy!" He was further than an arms reach from Stiles, but he managed to snatch the phone Stiles was holding anyways. He scrolled through the missed calls and whistled. "Man, you've got a lot of friends here, Stiles." he said conversationally. "I gotta say, you left quite the impression. I mean-" he laughed, and it sent chills down Stiles' spine- "Bonnie would not shut up about you! Stiles this and Stiles that, good God, it was torture!" Stiles' blood ran cold at the mention of Bonnie. She was the only one who hadn't called him Oh God, had this guy-
"You really should have answered these." the guy finished. Then, he threw Stiles' phone to the ground and stomped on it, breaking the screen, and probably the rest of it.
"What did you do to Bonnie?" Stiles barked. "How did you know where to find me?"
The guy rolled his eyes at Stiles' demanding.
"Actually, better question. Who the hell are you?"
The guy brought his hand to his chest in mock astonishment. "Gasp! Where are my manners? I'm Kai." he finished with a wicked grin.
"Stiles." he replied with biting sarcasm. "But I guess you kind of knew that already, didn't you?"
Kai grinned again in an almost predatory way. "I did. And don't worry, Bonnie's fine. I think."
"What the hell do you want with me, Kai?" Stiles asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sheriff twitch, slowly regaining consciousness.
"I told you, Stiles, I was just passing through. Call me curious." The amusement never seemed to leave Kai's expression.
"And the blood?" Stiles asked hesitantly.
Kai looked down at his shirt, as if noticing the blood for the first time. "Oh. Huh. Must've been the guy who tried to tow my car." He was way too nonchalant.
"That looks like Damon's car." Stiles said with a pained expression.
"Yep!" Kai exclaimed cheerfully. "Let's call it revenge for him killing me at least twice."
Stiles did a double take. "What the hell are you?"
Kai shot Stiles a sarcastic glare. "A witch. Isn't it obvious?" Stiles balked. "But," Kai continued with a sigh as he started to drag the sheriff's body into his office, "technically an abomination. I'm the leader of the Gemini coven, if that means anything to you."
"It doesn't." Stiles said cooly.
Kai shrugged off Stiles' anger and handcuffed the sheriff to his desk before lightly stepping out of the office . "Now we can talk. But first-" he took out his own phone from his jean pocket, albeit with some difficulty, dialed a number, and handed it to Stiles. "I need to tie up some loose ends." Stiles hesitated as he reached for the phone, leaving Kai to shove it into his hands.
"What's going on?" Stiles asked calmly as the phone rang, afraid to make a move lest Kai hurt his dad.
"I'm kidnapping you." Kai said nonchalantly as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was no longer smiling, merely staring at the floor blankly, and Stiles was beginning to get a read of him. There was almost nothing. No anger when he threatened Stiles, no feeling, only humor. The most emotion he showed was the mentioning of Bonnie and Damon, and even that had been sick fascination. Oh my god, this guy's a psychopath. And a witch. You've really outdone yourself this time Stiles.
The phone stopped ringing, and a voice spoke. "Hello?"
"Damon?" Stiles exclaimed with disbelief. Of all the people to call...
"Kai you psychopathic son of a bitch, I swear when I find you I'll make you wish you were still in that hellhole..."
"Damon!" Stiles interrupted. "It's me! Stiles!" Jeez, how bad is this guy? To have Damon of all people...
"Stiles?" Damon asked in disbelief. "Why are you on Kai's phone?"
"Why do you have him as a contact?" Stiles retorted. Kai gave a small chuckle at that.
"Nevermind! What the hell happened? And please tell me you pulled this from Kai's cold, dead hands."
"Sorry to disappoint." Stiles spat. "And I guess Beacon Hills is on the way to Oregon." Damon swore loudly. "He's on his way to the coven."
"Damon, you mind explaining what the hell is going on?" Stiles asked, a fine edge of panic in his voice. When Kai heard it, his grin widened.
"Well if you're with Kai now, my condolences, Stiles. Basically, he's a psychopath-"
"Wow, never would have guessed." Stiles retorted.
"-who's part of this coven in Oregon. They do this twin merge, and the winner becomes all powerful-"
"Twin merge?" Stiles interrupted.
"Yeah." Damon answered. "Well meet the winner. Kai Parker, killer of his entire family, leader of the most fucked up coven in history."
Stiles stared at Kai in horror.
"At your service." Kai said with a bow.
"Stiles-" Damon began in an almost apologetic tone, but he was cut off, by someone in the background.
"Damon, what the hell are you doing?"
"Easy, Liv." Damon seemed to say over the shoulder. "Hey! Augh!" There were struggling noises over the phone, until finally a new voice broke through.
"Kai you son of a bitch, I'm going to find you and make you pay for what you did to my brother.I'm going to make 20 years of 1994 look like childs play!" This must be Liv.
My sister. Kai mouthed.
"Uh..." Stiles said into the phone. There were more grappling noises, and Damon's voice came back on.
"Stiles, do whatever you can to get away from him!" Stiles was about to respond, when Kai wrenched the phone from his hands.
"Listen here, Damon." Kai said coolly into the phone, rubbing his chin with his other hand. "You come after Stiles, and he dies."
"You wouldn't dare kill the Winchesters' little brother. Not unless you were incredibly stupid." Damon said steelily, but without conviction. It was a hail Mary and everyone knew. it.
Kai laughed mirthlessly. "That's the thing about getting out of jail, Damon. I have no clue who the Winchesters are!" Stiles counted that as a blessing and a curse. "Same ultimatum. Follow him and he dies. Oh," he added, as an afterthought. "Let me know if Bonnie gets out. Later!" He ended the call on a bone-chilling high note. "Now," he said to Stiles, who had taken a defensive stance. "Where were we?"
Scott knew something was wrong when twenty minutes had passed, and Stiles still hadn't come back to the loft. He had ducked out, saying he had to get the sheriff's lunch, and taken the usual we-live-in-a-supernatural-beacon-so-call-if-I'm-not-back-in-thirty-minutes precaution. Twenty minutes had come and gone, so Scott texted Stiles. Thirty minutes passed, so he called.
Hey, it's Stiles, leave your name, number and nightmare at the tone. Scott smiled at the voicemail Stiles had ripped off from his older brother. He tried again.
Hey, it's Stiles, leave your name, number and nightmare at the tone.
"He's not answering?" Derek asked from his perch.
"No." Scott replied.
"He probably got held up with his dad." Lydia said easily as she twirled her orange hair around her finger.
"Yeah, maybe." Scott mumbled. "Let me try one more time."
We're sorry, the number you reached is no longer available.
Scott jumped up in alarm. "Guys, listen to this." He dialed Stiles' phone again and put it on speaker. Lydia and Derek listened to the voicemail with rapt ears. "What does this mean?" Scott asked his friends.
Lydia sighed and smoothened her light blue dress. "His voicemail went to default, meaning his phone is broken."
"Or someone broke it for him." Derek interjected. "Knowing Stiles, probably the latter."
"I'm sure it's no big deal." Lydia assured, but an ominous presence hung in the air. It had been too quiet, for too long, and everyone knew it.
"If this turns out to be something unpleasant," Scott began hesitantly, "should we call Sam and Dean? They were pretty helpful about the whole nogitsune thing."
"No, remember what Stiles said." Lydia interjected. "Dean's missing and Sam can't be reached."
"Scott, go." Derek said, surprisingly calm. "I'll call Malia, Liam, Deputy Parrish, and Kira. Even if it's nothing, we need to have a pack meeting anyway."
Scott nodded and ran out of the loft. He jumped on his green bike and sped away to the station.
"Call Deaton, too." Lydia told Derek.
Scott knew something was wrong when he pulled into the station. The only car there except for the sheriff's and Stiles' blue jeep was a blue Camaro he didn't recognize. The sheriff had been making cutbacks, sure- sending all the officers home on Saturdays- but there was something about the place that seemed empty. It was as he dismounted his bike that Scott noticed the trail of ruby red beads heading from the Camaro to the front door. He panicked, and ran for the doors, only to bounce off of them. They were locked. With a roar of frustration, Scott let the claws come out of his hands and his eyes glow red. He kicked the door apart and retracted his claws before racing in. The blood trail went past the desk, down the hallway. Scott rounded the corner hurriedly and ran smack into a fairly strange sight. Stiles had his back to Scott, and seemed to be staring down a young man with short brown hair, wearing a wicked grin. He locked eyes with Scott and his grin only grew wider.
"Heya, Scotty." Stiles said without turning around. Then, to the stranger, "you were right."
"Where were we?" Kai said. "Although, not much point. Something tells me one of your friends is going to round the corner any second now."
"Hm..." the stranger said to Scott. "Glowing red eyes. You must be the alpha."
"What do you want?" Scott snarled, ready to pounce. His eyes flared and his claws unsheathed, and yet despite all that, the stranger kept that stupid grin on his face. It was unnerving.
Stiles finally turned around. "Hey man," he said in a calming tone, with his hands raised, "chill, alright. It's alright, I'm alright."
"Stiles, what the hell is going on?" Scott asked with trepidation.
"I'd like to know that myself." Stiles said sardonically with a glare at the stranger. "Since I'm apparently being kidnapped."
"I have an idea!" The stranger said. "Let's talk about this outside. I think the sheriff is rousing."
"And why would we do that?" Stiles asked, rolling his eyes.
The stranger smiled, and flexed his hand. All of the sudden, Scott's head felt like it was on fire, like every vein in his head was bursting simultaneously.
"Augh!" Scott cried out, covering his ears with his hands and dropping to his knees.
"What the hell did you do Kai?" Stiles exclaimed, rushing to Scott's side.
"Perks of being a witch." Kai replied. He flexed his hand again, and Scott's head returned to normal. "So, outside?"
"Whatever." Stiles mumbled. He put Scott's arm around his shoulder and hoisted up the still-twitching werewolf. Together they walked around the corner, past the desk, and out the door. Well, Stiles and Kai walked out the door. Scott hit an invisible wall, and fell to the floor from the loss of Stiles' support.
"Stiles?" Scott asked. He put his hand against the doorway, but when he tried to go through, it bounced back. Stiles whirled on Kai.
"What the hell did you do?"
"That," Kai said with a smile, "is a little trick your friends in Mystic Falls are very familiar with. It confines any supernatural being to the room. It's kind of like mountain ash, except you can't leave till I say so." The smile dropped from his face, and without the bubbly persona Stiles and Scott could see how cold he really was. "This is an ultimatum, Stiles. Either you come quietly or Scotty here will be trapped, as well as all your other friends. Except maybe Lydia. Mountain ash doesn't work for banshees, so..." Kai trailed off, looking thoughtful, and Scott looked horrified. It was this that set Stiles over the edge. He clenched his fists angrily.
"Fine." he said through gritted teeth.
"I'm sorry?" Kai said with mock confusion. He cocked his head to the side. "What was that?"
"I'll go with you." Stiles choked out. "Just don't hurt Scott. Or any of them."
Kai's grin broadened. "Excellent!" he said. He clapped his hands together. "C'mon!" He began to walk to Damon's stolen car. Stiles was hesitant to follow, and Scott lept on the opportunity.
"Stiles!" he pleaded, "Don't do this!"
Stiles turned around to look at his trapped friend. "I'm sorry. I have too. Scott, we have no idea what this guy is capable of."
By the car, Kai tapped his foot impatiently.
"Scott, don't follow me. I'll be fine. I promise." Stiles said with an air of finality. He turned his back on his best friend, and trudged over to the waiting car.
"After you." Kai said with an exaggerated gesture towards the blue Camaro. Stiles rolled his eyes but complied.
"Let's just get this over with. Whatever the hell this is."
As the car peeled out of the parking lot, Scott watched with mournful eyes. Once it was out of sight, he tested the barrier. It was gone. He took one step out the door, then another, then another, until he was on the pavement when he collapsed on the ground in a heap of confusion and desperation.
