Stiles woke up, snoring on his mothers Grimoire. Stiles stood up, stretching his muscles. Stiles absentmindedly scratched at his chest, picking up his duffel bag, before stepping out of the Den, closing the door behind him, and reopening it to the living room. Stiles was hit with the wonderful smell of Bacon, and followed it to the kitchen. "Morning." Stiles said, smiling at his aunt. She laughed. "Morning, and you have a red mark on your face from where you slept on your book." Stiles smiled as he rubbed at his face. She sat down a plate full of Bacon and pancakes in front of him, and Stiles inhaled it. "Using magic takes a lot of energy." His aunt said as she sat down across from him. "Can you come down and work at the shop for me today? Molly called in sick." Stiles nodded, "Yeah." His aunt smiled as she ate her breakfast.
Stiles changed clothes, now wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a red V neck, he's sitting on the stool, waiting for customers to come in. A woman stepped in the door of the shop, looking at the pendants. Stiles walked over to her. "Hi! I'm Stiles, but you can call me Little Red. Anything specific you're looking for in here?" The woman looked at him, Shaking her head, and Stiles caught sight of her marking on her forehead. "Are you good at keeping your animal calm? Because I've heard of Hellhounds that are horrible with control, just want to know if you can control it most of the time?" The woman rolled her eyes, "I can keep control of it just fine. How did you know I was a Hellhound?" Stiles laughed. "Your mark." The woman nodded before looking back at the pendants. "Which one of these are for protection?" Stiles pointed to the one with a bird in the middle of it. She picked it up and walked to the counter. Stiles checked the woman out, and she left the shop without another word.
The next person to come in was tall, and had blond hair, spiked up so Stiles got a great look at his mark. "What are you?" Stiles asked, as the man walked up to the counter. "I can see your mark, but I don't know exactly what it is." The man smiled at him. "I am a Vampire, I need a daylight ring made for me." Stiles nodded, walking to the Employee's room. "Rose, I got a Vampire in here that needs a Daylight ring." Rose turned from her work, "Then do it yourself. You know the spell and if you don't you have a Grimoire." She turned back to her work, continuing to tattoo the man on the table. Stiles walked back to the man, "I'll be right back, need to go and get the spell." Stiles ran up the stairs, grabbing his mothers Grimoire and running back down. Stiles flipped through the pages, finally finding the page. "Do you have a ring you would like to wear for the rest of your life?" The man shook his head. "No, do you have any I could purchase?" Stiles nodded, walked around the corner and showing the man the rings, "These are un-chanted, I can also put runes on the ring, maybe give you a little more protection." The man picked up one of the blank rings, holding it to Stiles. "Can you put a power increasing rune on this ring?" Stiles looked at the ring before nodding ."Yeah I think so. Just give me one minute."
Stiles picked up his mothers Grimoire and walked up the stairs to the Den. once in the room he stood in front of his Laptop. "Search Power Runes." A page of runes came up, showing all of the different ones. Stiles found a small rune that didn't increase power by much and clicked it. Stiles placed the ring on the white mat and watched as the Laptop carved the rune in the inside of the metal band. "Prowev." Stiles chanted as he held his hand over the ring. The rune on the inside glowed orange, before clearing away when he was done. "Search Daylight Ring." The page came up and Stiles memorized the spell before walking down the stairs. Stiles walked over to the vampire. "Place your hand over mine." The vampire did as he was told and Stiles cast the spell. "Forvekot." Not just the rune but the whole ring glowed orange with power. Stiles handed the ring to the man, looking at his palm, it was burnt. "Ow." Stiles walked over to the cash register, placing what he bought into the machine. "That will be $64 please." Stiles said, looking up.
Stiles saw the man, running out of the shop. "Bad Vampire." Stiles opened his mothers Grimoire that was in his back pocket and opened to the Daylight ring page. "Forveme." The vampire came running in the store, on his knees, bowing his head in submission in front of the counter. "I think you forgot to pay." The man nodded, standing up and pulling out a $100 bill. Stiles gave him his change with a smile. "Don't try taking the ring off, it won't come off, and if you try melting it, Vervain will be let loose in your system. Don't want that now do we?" The man ran out of the shop.
Stiles sat there, checking out customers, and actually checking them out. When the same woman came in, walking up to the counter. "What did you do to this pendant Witch?" The Hellhound asked, fishing Stiles' nice red V neck in her hand. "I don't know what you're talking about." The woman rolled her eyes. "Every supernatural person within five feet of me run away." Stiles looked down at the fist as if it were offending him, and it was. "You will unhand me right now." Stiles jaw was clenched, and the woman let go of Stiles' shirt upon the command. "You asked for protection. You got Protection. If your not happy with it, Take it off." Stiles said as he looked back down at his spell book. "I can't." Stiles looked up. "What?" The woman rolled her eyes. "I can't take off the necklace." Stiles reached up and pulled the necklace over her head. "Wait a sec."
Stiles walked into the Employees only room, "Rose, will you come out here for a second." Rose put down the Tattoo gun and walked out of the room. "This woman says that when she is wearing this necklace she sends any supernatural away within five feet of her." Rose takes the necklace from Stiles, placing it on the woman. "There you go, its activated when a witch puts it on someone, and my nephew has a lot of power and amplified the Rune. Sorry." The woman nodded and walked back outside. "Have you made or activated any other runes today?" Stiles thinks back through the day, and nods. "Yeah, once." Stiles picks up his Grimoire. "I put a increasing power rune on that daylight ring." His aunt palled. "You're kidding right? You did an increasing power rune on a vampires ring." Stiles nodded. Then as realization struck him he mouthed a quiet 'Oh.' "we need to find him." His aunt said.
Stiles held up his hand, "No need finding him, he will come to us." At his aunts puzzled look Stiles whispered the cast. "Forveme." The vampire ran into the shop, on his knees with his head bowed, as before. Stiles looked at his aunt, smiling. But his aunt wasn't smiling she was confused. "How did you do that?" Stiles looked around. "Moved a little but of the spell around so I could make him come to me." His aunt had a look of sheer amazement. "So essentially, you created a come to me spell." Stiles nodded, looking down at the vampire. "Hand." Stiles commanded. The man placed his hand on Stiles' and Stiles ripped the ring off of his finger. Stiles picked up one of the knifes on the table next to him and sliced through the power rune many times, making sure it was unreadable. Stiles slipped the ring back on the man. "Dismissed."
"Okay, you don't do any more runes." Stiles nodded before walking back over to the cash register. "Start closing, You need to study." His aunt said before she slipped into the back. Stiles was reaching to lock the door when he looked outside. Five men stood, outside the shop, Watching him. Stiles opened the door. "You need to buy something?" Stiles asked, The men just shook their heads before walking down the street. Stiles locked the door, and put the money in the safe before walking up stairs to his laptop. Stiles stood in front of the White pad. "Play Lazro." He said and his compound came up to view. Along with the dense forest surrounding it.
Stiles walked in the house, looking for his pack. "Kera, Stro!" Stiles called out, but none came. Stiles walked out the back of the house to see the two sparring out back. "Kera, status report." The woman stood up straight. "One Golem guard destroyed, two people brought by the water spirits in the house." Stiles nodded, walking back in the house. He found them sitting in the living room, not saying anything, just waiting. "Hello, I am Little red, You are?" Stiles held out his hand to the first man, which was shook, "Kales." Stiles nodded and moved down to the next man. Hand taken and shook firmly, "Caleb." Stiles nodded, sitting down in the armchair on the other side of the room. "Please move your hair out of your face." The two moved their hair, revealing two orange W's on their foreheads. Stiles smiled. "Would you like to join my Faction?" Kales spoke up first, "Not to be rude or anything, but what are you?" Stiles smiled. "I am a witch. You can't see the W because I am very powerful." Still smiling Stiles asked again. "Would you like to join my Faction?" The two nodded their heads. "Yes Please." And Stiles smiled as he watched the red bleed in from behind the W's like a mist of red smog.
"You two will start making the food, it's almost lunch." Stiles got up and walked outside, breathing in the fresh air. "Foretexius." a mass of forty golems came out of the ground, all saying the same boring thing. "You Have Summoned me, How may I serve you?" Stiles stood tall, using his Alpha voice. "Twenty of you build a metal fence around the perimeter of the house, at least 30 feet from the house. The rest of you go build a mine 50 feet from the house. The only thing you're mining for is Sfok." The golems moved around, starting to build and the rest running off in a tight formation out in the woods.
Stiles walked over to the stream near the house, placing his hand over it he summoned a mass of 100 water spirits. "You have Summoned me, How may I serve you?" Stiles always laughs when they say it. None in real life will ever ask them to command them. "Find anyone without a faction and bring them Here." The spirits dance around, disappearing in the thick foliage. Stiles walked around, seemingly forgetting this place is dangerous.
An arrow comes down from a tree and imbeds itself in his arm. "State who you are and I might not kill you." A voice calls from above him. "Little Red!" The man jumps down from the bushed, bowing to Stiles. "I apologise for shooting you my lea-" The man stopped when he looks up to Stiles' face. "Imposter!" The man has a bolt in his bow and arrow faster than Stiles can blink. Stiles looks at the man, "My real name is Genim Stiles Stilinski. I am Little Red. And I will have no choice but to kill you if you do not put your weapon down!"
The man did not lower his weapon, so Stiles chants under his breath, a vine coming down from the tree and slapping the bow and arrow out of his hands. The man looks at his bow for a slight second, and Stiles catches his mark while he is looking around. "An elf? I thought you all were extinct." Stiles asked looking at the man. "HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT?" He yells. Stiles rolls his eyes. "YOU HAVE A MARK!" The man looks momentarily confused. "Only the real Little Red can read an Elf's mark." Stiles rolled his eyes. "I am Little Red." The man pulls the bolt out of Stiles' arm. "Then heal your wound." Stiles rolls his eyes, picking up a leaf off of the ground. And saying the spell for a healing spirit. The water drained from the leaf, rising in front of him. "You have Summoned me, How may I serve you?" Siles pointed to his shoulder. "Heal me please." The water spirit bowed and placed feather light touches to his arm, and Stiles watched as the skin and muscle knit back together.
Stiles looked back up to the man, seeing his shocked face. "Okay, so you are Little Red." Stiles rolled his eyes. "You need a faction?" Stiles asked, watching the man. "You seem to be skilled with that, and Birds aren't that well at hunting." The man nodded. "Yeah I'll join." Stiles watched as the red dot got a red mist around it, and smiled. "Camp is that way." Stiles pointed off to the tree's. The man nodded, picking up his bow and quiver. "I'll bring something back." Stiles nodded walking off. He stopped. "I never caught your name." The man turned around, while half way up the tree. "Its Marco." Stiles nodded as he walked to the mine shaft, letting the pull of his golems energy guide him. Stiles came up to a huge hole in the ground, a extremely massive pile of Sfok next to it. Stiles raised his hand, willing all of his power to make the best souldiers possible. "Wako." The rock moved, and flowed like lava, building up thirty of some amazing souldures. "You have summoned me, How may I serve you?" The golems asked, all in unison. "Follow me." Stiles walked to the compound, the souldiers following, and he turned around once outside the gate. "Guard the Perimeter. Only let those with Water spirits past the Gates." The guards wrapped around the gate, each taking a post to fight off any offenders coming this way.
Stiles walked in the gate, and a man was sitting on the porch waiting for him. "Finally he's here." He said when Stiles walked up. "Hi, I'm Little Red. Are you looking to join a faction?" The man looked at him with a bitch please look. "Yes, I am Sam." Stiles nodded, "Please move your hair from your forehead." When Stiles could see the marks he smiled. "Didn't have a vampire yet, this will be fun. Would you like to join my Faction?" Sam nodded. "Yes." And Stiles watched as the red came from behind the two already red fangs. "What do you know of the other Factions here?" Stiles asked, Watching him. "Well, there is Marcel's gang, There's a faction of Pixies, and a faction of Werewolfs. Those are the only three you need to worry about." Stiles nodded, "Which is the biggest?" Sam bit his lip, thinking, "Marcel's is the strongest and biggest." Stiles nodded, "Okay, You go get blood, and after lunch we invade!" Stiles walk inside as Sam ran off into the night looking for his next feed. Marco, Kera, and Stro already sitting at the table, waiting for Kales and Caleb to bring out the food. Stiles sat down at the head of the table, Marco to his right, Kera next to him, Stro to his left, and Kales next to him and Caleb at the other end. "Okay, eat up because after lunch we're going to obliterate Marcel's Gang." Everyone filled up, eating their fill before the battle.
Stiles stood in the backyard of the house, Kalez and Caleb next to him. "Drop your glamor, and wolf out!" Stiles watched as Marco dropped his glamor and his elf eyes showed, he watched as Sam dropped his fangs and nails, and as Kera dropped to her hands and knees turning into a fiery hellhound, and as Stro dropped as well, turning into a lion. Stiles smiled at his pack. "Sfrek!" The blue and red shield covered everyone in his pack, only Stiles could see it considering the invisible part. The pack followed him in two lines. One line with three the other with the other three. "Where is Marcel's fort?" Stiles asked his computer in which a map came up on the screen, a red dot locating the fort only a few meters away. Stiles stopped, and the quad stopped with him. "Everyone touch." Stiles placed his hand on the two behind him, "Tepofrek." Stiles and his crew were outside of Marcel's gate, watching as the Golems made of some substance run towards them. Stiles raised his hands the his sides. "Vevereko."
The golems ceased their attack on them and started to attack the gate, easily breaking in and starting to invade the house. Stiles walked in after the golems were reduced to dust, walking into the main room. "I have to say I'm impressed." Marcel adds, looking over his shoulder. "You could turn my Mages golems against me, but it wasn't enough." Marcel adds, smirking. Stiles smiles back. "Verpoil." A wooden stake appeared out of thin air into his hand. "Golems might not be able to kill you but these will. Stiles said the cast once more, willing it within a twenty mile radius. All of the tree's uprooted and came hurling at Marcel, destroying his palace, and killing him altogether. "That wasn't very hard." Stiles reached out and touched two of his members. "Tepofrek." There were all standing in the living room of their fort, smiling at each other. "I've got to go, stay here if you can, protect the house."
"Exit Game." Stiles said, the game disappearing around him. Stiles walked down the stairs, and outside. Looking both ways, he walked down the sidewalk. He didn't know exactly where he was going, he just knew where to go. Like something was pulling at his insides. He walked for about twenty minutes, finally his insides decided they were going inside a creepy house. "Sfrek." Stiles cast under his breath, bringing the blue and red invisibleshield up around him. Stiles turned when the pull turned, and inside of the living room of the very creepy house, stood his pack, all very confused. "Do any of you know who I am?" They all shake their heads no, but Kalez is the one to speak up first. "I can feel the pack bond between us, even though I am a witch." Stiles smiled. "Yes, Well as it seems, I have been playing with your supernatural sides for a couple of days, in which you are in my faction. Please all of you move your hair from your foreheads." Stiles looked around the room, all of their foreheads have the red mist around their respective mark. "Well, seems like you're all my pack now." They all nodded in unison, turning their heads to the right, a show of submission to an Alpha.