So, I know I said in the last chapter that I'd have the third chapter ready that day or the day after that, and now I'm posting this five days later. Let's be honest here, I'm trying to write, but my computer is not letting me. Plus, I'm kind of a procrastinator. I did however, during my procrastination period, come up with some crazy ideas for Elijah that lead all the way into the latest episode of season 4, so I will most likely, be writing the whole series. YAY!

Also, again, I'd like to thank BrittWitt16 for her incredible writing skills that I wish I possessed. No literally, if I were the Nogitsune, I'd only possess her for her talent in writing, just saying.

Thanks for whoever commented and favorited, because I was happy. Now, you all enjoy this chapter. I hope it's enough to get you by.

Pulling up to the house, Elijah was worried about what Luna would think about someone knowing about him the first day he started going to school. It was a record breaker, but he felt that he could trust Stiles a little bit. He did know the situation around town a lot more than Elijah did. Any information was better than having no information. Plus, if he were going to be friends with this guy, at least he got the whole 'I'm a werewolf' thing out of the way.

Luna was very strict when it came to his powers. He didn't understand why she was so adamant about not having friends, but since he was a loner by nature, he didn't mind too much. He had all he needed for physical company with Kalin, Toni and Luna. They all knew about what he was, so it wasn't like he had to hide it.

Another thing was about this Lydia girl. He had only been in the school for a day and a half, him counting yesterday as a sort of half day. Being at the school in such a short time, he already had himself wrapped up in drama, relating to the supernatural. Whatever Stiles thinks Lydia knows, he wants to find out with the other boy. It would be crucial to his plans to make sure that not one of his kind was a murderer.

A tapping on his driver side window jarred him out of his thoughts. He groaned, holding his ear as he opened the door, stepping out. He glared at Stiles, "You know how at zoos, they have that sign that says that tapping on the glass would make the animals angry?" He asked.

Stiles raised an eyebrow, but nodded nonetheless. Elijah growled, "It's true." His eyes brightened into their yellow color, making Stiles jump back. Elijah laughed, his eyes turning back to brown. "Dude, calm down. I'm not gonna kill you." He stated, walking towards his house, before looking over his shoulder with a smirk, "Yet."

He heard Stiles scoff and his footsteps running after him, so he wasn't worried about the kid leaving him. Climbing up the stairs to his front porch, he turned to Stiles, "Uh, just so you know, we haven't really cleaned up the boxes and there are still a few things that are out of place." He explained.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "I've seen bloody bodies before, I think I can handle a tiny mess." He challenged.

Elijah shrugged, "Whatever you say." He then opened the door, letting Stiles in. He placed the keys into the little glass bowl on the table by the door, before turning into the house, "Mom, I'm home!" He called out.

Stiles took a look around the house, not seeing what Elijah was talking about. Sure, the walls were bare and there were a few personal items in odd places, but there wasn't any direct mess. The only thing that could be considered messy were the boxes that were piled up in a far corner, out of the way of anyone going through.

"In the kitchen!" Came the reply.

Elijah turned to Stiles, using his head to tell him to follow. Stiles nodded, walking behind him. "Mom, I brought home a friend of mine." He spoke, still walking towards the kitchen.

"Already? Elijah, it's your first day!" She called back, sounding genuinely surprised.

Elijah chuckled nervously, "Well, we didn't become friends the traditional way." He mentioned, walking into the kitchen. Stiles followed behind and his eyes widened seeing a woman sitting down at a small island that was in the kitchen. She was dark skinned with thick black hair that reached her mid back. Her eyes were brown, but they held a certain strictness to them, yet they seemed endearing at the same time.

He looked to Elijah, who was obviously like Derek. His skin was a bit darker than Derek's, but his hair was black like Derek's. He had a bit of stubble on his face that he sort of saw on Derek's jaw. His eyes were brown, but he could see the fierceness that Derek had too. Stiles definitely knew that Elijah was Derek's cousin.

"Stiles, this is my mother, Luna Saunders." Elijah introduced. Luna stood up and smiled, looking up at Stiles. She was only five feet five inches tall, so Stiles towered over her. "Nice to meet you, uh, Stiles was it?" She asked, crossing her arms.

Stiles nodded, "Yeah. Well actually, it's a nickname. I was always picked on for my first name, so I just came up with Stiles as a name, and it stuck." He explained, scratching the back of his neck. Elijah tilted his head in curiosity. He wanted to know what name would be so bad that he'd be made fun of in school.

Luna smiled, "Well, I'm happy that Elijah is actually trying to be social with people outside of his family." She explained, "He's had issues in the past." She joked, placing a hand beside her mouth, blocking it from Elijah's view and speaking loud. Elijah rolled his eyes, but smiled.

Stiles laughed nervously, "Uh yeah, I know. He told me. Anger control issues." He said, hoping that it was alright that he could reveal that he knew about Elijah's werewolf side. Elijah's eyes widened, feeling like an idiot for not warning Stiles. Luna's gaze intensified, but she still smiled. "Is that so?" She asked, looking towards Elijah.

He sighed, racking his brain for a plausible excuse to get out of this conversation. Luna nudged her head towards the entrance way to the basement. He nodded, turning to Stiles, "We have to talk, but just wait here for a minute. There's soda in the fridge if you want a can." He let the other boy know. He wasn't angry at him, which Stiles was grateful for, but he felt like he just got Elijah in trouble.

Luna and Elijah entered the doorway, shutting it and Luna flipped the light switch. Her face was intense, "How much did you tell him?" She asked, looking very disappointed.

Elijah answered, keeping his face as neutral as possible. "I just told him that it was hard for me to make friends because I had trouble controlling my temper. I swear, doesn't know about anything." He lied. He was a good liar, against human's anyways. He never really met any other werewolves, except for that old japanese Alpha that he ran into in the woods in his last town when he was running from the hunters. She was nice, not wanting him in her pack, just making sure he was safe, and they both defeated the hunters.

Luna raised an eyebrow, it twitching a bit, "You're sure?" she asked, not convinced.

Elijah nodded, "Yes. Stiles has no idea of what I am. And I don't plan on telling him." He lied, again. He felt horrible lying to his mother. Yes, she wasn't blood related, but she helped pick up the pieces of his heart the first few years after the fire. Not even seeing Laura was enough. His oldest cousin was one of, if not the only family member that wanted him to actually go to public school. But, his actual mother, Tabitha, decided that his control over his powers weren't ready and he would homeschooled by her. That's why he was home the day of the fire.

Luna looked unsure for a minute, before sighing, "Okay, I'm trusting you on this one. You are the only one that can tell someone, if you choose to do so. I just don't want you placing so much trust on some boy you just met." She warned, giving him a small smile. Elijah nodded, feeling a nagging in his stomach that made him feel like he should've just told her the truth. He shook those thoughts away, ignoring them. There was no way that he'd get Luna involved. She may have a 4th degree black belt in martial arts, but that was no match for an Alpha werewolf. He was not going to have her going to war with something that might kill her.

"Are we done?" He asked. He wanted to go see this Lydia girl and find out whatever information she had on the attack last night.

Luna nodded, "Yeah, we're done." She said. Elijah smiled, relieved that the conversation was over. He didn't think he could lie anymore to Luna's face. She had a look that told him that she was really worried about this secret in his life. He didn't want her to, but she was very protective.

They opened the door and Stiles was on the phone, facing away from them. "Scott, I'm telling you, pick up your phone!" He shouted, angrily. "If you don't I will kill you. I will kill you and I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to do it. You have until I figure it out to call me back!" He angrily hung up whatever message he was leaving. Luna chuckled, "I guess Elijah's not the only one with anger issues." She joked.

Stiles turned around, flinching a bit backwards. He held a hand to his chest, over his heart. "Jesus, give me a heart attack!" He cried. Luna and Elijah chuckled a bit, before Stiles's heart rate calmed a bit.

Luna walked over to the island, where there were a few papers waiting there. Elijah turned to Stiles, "Uh Mom, I was planning on going to Stiles' house for a while, if that's alright." He told her. Luna grabbed a pen and sat down, starting to look over the papers. She started writing on them, before speaking.

"Okay, but if you aren't back when I leave for work, make sure you call me when you get home. No later than ten, since it is a school night." She demanded, pointing the pen towards both boys. They both nodded, and she smiled, "Have a good time honey." She said innocently.

Elijah blushed a bit, before walking out of the room, towards the front door. Stiles was chuckling behind him. Luna could always be counted on to embarrass the hell out of her sons. The black haired werewolf walked out of the house, ignoring any of Stiles' comments. He was able to block them out, but as soon as he opened the Jeep's passenger door and got in, Stiles was silent.

Elijah looked to the other boy to see him deep in thought. "You okay?" He asked. Stiles jumped, snapping his head to face Elijah.

He nodded, "Uh, y-yeah. Just thinking." He said, his heart rate skipping a bit in Elijah's ears. Elijah wasn't a pushy person, so he wasn't going to interrogate him.

"Well, if we're going to this Lydia girl's house, we should get going while the sun's still out." He stated. Stiles nodded and started the ignition. The Jeep roared to life, and Stiles pushed the gas pedal, taking off at a rushing pace. Elijah laughed, "I didn't mean it literally."

Stiles rolled his eyes, "I know that, but you are also right. The Alpha only attacks during the night. Plus, the sooner we get to Lydia's, the sooner we get any information on the attack and what exactly we are up against." He explained, not taking his eyes off the road.

Elijah fell back against his seat, huffing in boredom. He decided to just look out the window, watching as parts of the town he grew up in rushed past. He remembered the elementary school that he went to for a year, before his mother took him out and started homeschooling him. The building was still up, looking exactly as it did when he left.

The library also passed by them, causing Elijah to remember Derek coming home complaining about having to go to the library to do a report on some weird myth about Greek Gods, and he took Elijah, since he was watching him. They both ended up reading about the same thing and Derek got an A with Elijah's help.

He gave a sad smile, watching the building vanish behind them as the Jeep drove through the town. That was one of those memories that he couldn't seem to erase. All the other memories involving Derek he decided weren't worth the space in his brain and he shut them out. Derek caused him so much self loathing, that he swore that he'd never forgive him. All that emotional trauma that he caused Elijah, just leaving him in that orphanage with an empty promise of coming back. That was reason number one that Elijah hated his cousin.

The Jeep slowed to a stop, causing Elijah to snap back into reality. He looked around, seeing that they were in front of a rather extravagant house. Stiles looked to him, "Here we are." He opened his door, while Elijah stayed seated for a while longer. His new friend knocked on the window. "Yo, dude, you coming?" He asked.

Elijah sighed, but nodded. His thoughts had killed any good mood he might've been in. He opened his door and hopped out of his seat. Stiles shut the door behind him, and pat Elijah's back. "Okay, now, let me handle the talking." He stated, like this was some big and important business deal. Elijah shrugged, reverting back into his quiet shell, a place he was most comfortable. He didn't like talking, but he loved listening.

They walked up to the front door, ringing the doorbell and knocking, at the same time. Elijah rang, Stiles knocked. They both looked at each other, wondering what the other was thinking. They didn't speak however, as a woman opened the door and looked confused. "Hello? How can I help you boys?" She asked.

Stiles smiled nervously, "Uh, hi, Mrs. Martin, um, we wanted to see how Lydia was doing." He explained, sounding all types of uncomfortable. Elijah rolled his eyes, before flashing a winning smile at the woman, "We thought maybe visiting would help." He added, earning a nudge on the back of his ankle from Stiles' shoes.

Mrs. Martin smiled, "Oh how sweet of you boys. Of course, come in." She requested, moving to the side. Elijah and Stiles grinned, proud of how they handled the situation. Mrs. Martin led the two up the stairs, talking. "You know, you two are her only visitors. What did you say your names were?" She asked, walking through the hall.

Elijah spoke, "I'm Elijah, and this is Stiles." He stated, ignoring the frustrated look on Stiles' face. Mrs. Martin didn't see it, as she was stopped in front of a door, knocking. She pushed it open, and spoke, "Honey, there's an Elijah and Stiles here to see you." She told someone.

Elijah looked over towards the bed, and laying there was a girl. She had frizzy strawberry blonde hair that she was playing with in front of her face. She had pale skin and from what he could see, she had her fingernails painted gold. She looked at those nails, speaking in a slurring voice. "What the hell is a 'Stiles?'" She asked, in a very bitchy voice.

Mrs. Martin fiddled with her hands, chuckling nervously, looking at the boys. "Uh, she took a little something to ease her nerves. You two can, uh, you two can go in." She allowed. Stiles walked in first, "Thanks." He answered.

Elijah nodded his appreciation and Mrs. Martin left. The door was still open, but Elijah couldn't blame her. They were two teenage boys that she didn't know. He'd be surprised if she closed the door to her daughter's room.

Stiles moved to the side of the bed, but Lydia beat him to the speaking role. She rolled onto her side, holding her head up with her arm, leaning on her elbow. She placed a hand on her hip, smirking drunkenly at him. "What are you doing here?" She then turned to Elijah, "And who is your cute friend?" She asked.

Stiles ignored the second question, while Elijah just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. Stiles sat down at the foot of the bed, "We were just making sure that you were okay." He stated, looking very concerned over this girl. Elijah was impressed and all he was sensing off Stiles was pure and utter affection. He really cared about this girl, though it was obvious that she didn't have a clue who he was.

Lydia raised an eyebrow, her hair catching her interest, as she tried to use her tongue to grab some of it in her mouth. When she failed, she turned back to Stiles, "Why?" She asked, as if she had no idea what had happened. She pat the bed next to her, as if she wanted Stiles closer. Elijah stayed back, as he had no idea what to say to this girl. He decided that he'd just listen.

Stiles laughed, nervously, "Uh, because I was worried about you." He answered, and Elijah had to groan softly. The boy was just oozing attraction towards this girl, and while he could see that this girl had the look going for her, even in a drunk and woozy state, it was painfully obvious that Stiles had no chance in hell at getting a date from her. The overly affectionate vibe coming off Stiles was literally formulating a pile of bile in Elijah's throat. It was just way too sweet and loving. He couldn't stand that much adoration when he wasn't prepared for it. Stiles and Lydia didn't seem to notice that he was in the room anymore, so they stuck to their own little world. "How're you feeling?" He asked Lydia.

Lydia grabbed Stiles' bicep, causing a choke of surprise to exit Stiles' mouth. She sighed, smiling. She sat up, letting go of Stiles's arm and placed it on the bed next to his upper thigh. "Well, I feel fantastic." She whispered, her face merely inches from Stiles'. If the situation wasn't causing Elijah to fight himself from getting physically sick, he'd think it was funny.

Stiles knocked on his leg a few times, as if he was trying to break free from a dream. He had a goofy smile on his face, which in Elijah's opinion, was pretty darn cute, for his standards.

Elijah decided that since the two on the bed were going to ignore him, he'd look around. He walked to the side of the bed that they were both on, and noticed a pill bottle sitting in the arms of a stuffed giraffe that was sitting on a bedside table. He grabbed it and looked at the label, impressed with how strong the medication actually was. "Whoa." He exclaimed, quietly. Stiles seemed to have heard him, as he quickly grabbed the bottle and smirked.

He turned to Lydia, who was now very interested at the loose string of hair that fell in between her eyes. He smirked, "I bet you can't say 'I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop' ten times fast." He challenged.

Elijah rolled his eyes, "That has nothing to do with why we're here…" He muttered, in a sing song voice, like an eerie warning.

Stiles, still looking at Lydia, waved him off with the hand that wasn't holding the pills. Lydia took the challenge of the tongue twister to heart and she started speaking. "I saw Shuzy...I shaw…" she tried, and even when she was as confident as she was at that moment, her focus seemed to be on Elijah's shirt. Well, at least, that's what she was looking at. Her eyes, in Elijah's view, were off in another place.

She sounded in a trance when she spoke next, "I saw…" She trailed off.

Elijah bent down to eye level, "What, Lydia? What did you see?" He asked. It was about time the were getting somewhere. Not that a drugged up girl trying to do tongue twisters wasn't amusing, he just didn't have time for this.

Looking straight into Elijah's eyes, she looked distraught. "Something." She answered.

Elijah raised an eyebrow at the very vague answer. Stiles spoke up, "Something like a mountain lion?" He asked, trying to provoke an intelligent response.

Lydia's eyes seemed to be coming back to Earth, "A mountain lion." She whispered, like it would bring her confirmation about what she saw.

Stiles followed it up, "Are you sure it was a mountain lion? Or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you it was?" He asked.

Lydia looked at him, "A mountain lion." She spoke, like she knew it was a mountain lion, even if everyone else knew it wasn't. Elijah didn't sense anything wrong with her heartbeat, so this must be what she thought she saw. But then, Elijah had a bright idea. He grabbed the stuffed giraffe that held the pill bottle and placed in front of Lydia, "Lydia, what is this?" He asked.

Lydia studied it for a quick minute before grinning a drunk smile, "A mountain lion." She then giggled a bit, while Stiles took the giraffe and placed it on the table again. "Okay then, you are so drunk." He looked away for one second, before Lydia sighed and laid her head in his lap, causing Stiles to freak out. Elijah raised an eyebrow, "What, you've never had a girl rest their head on your leg?" He asked the human.

Stiles' face was a bright red, and he was glaring, "Shut up. I wasn't prepared, that's all." He snapped, pushing Lydia's head off him and onto a pillow. He stood up and paced for a few moments, before sighing. "Okay, well, we're just gonna go. Leave you to your post traumatic stress thing." He said, walking into the hallway. Elijah got up to follow, but Lydia stopped him, "Stay." She muttered, just loud enough for both of them to hear. Stiles' head shot back into the room, "Me?" He asked.

Lydia shook her head, before pointing at Elijah, "Him."

Elijah raised another eyebrow, but sat down next to her, "You want me to stay?" He asked. Stiles, with a glare on his face, walked back into the room. Lydia adjusted herself so that she was sitting up. Her hands were placed on both sides of his face, running her fingers down his cheeks. "Uh huh." She giggled.

Elijah was very uncomfortable, while Stiles was glaring daggers at the werewolf. He wasn't a fan of this guy if Lydia was going to pay attention to him instead of Stiles himself. Lydia laid her head against his chest, "Stay, Jackson." She muttered.

Elijah, from the stories that Danny had told him, knew that Jackson was Lydia's boyfriend. He sighed, pushing her back onto a pillow. "And we're done here." He muttered.

A sudden ringing went off in the room and Elijah looked to the table to see her phone's screen lighting up. Stiles walked up to the table, before Elijah had a chance to, and grabbed the phone. He looked to Lydia, who now was passed out, face first into a pillow with her hair covering every inch of her face. He shrugged, before clicking open whatever was on the phone. Elijah hit his shoulder, "Dude, what are you doing?" He asked. "That's like, a total invasion of her privacy." He whispered, not wanting to wake Lydia up.

Stiles ignored him, as whatever popped up on the screen had caught his attention. Elijah leaned over his shoulder, and watched as Stiles played a video on loop. It was of the attack in Lydia's eyes, and there was a large black shadow running through the window, before the video stops and freezes on a close up of a large muzzle with two large red eyes glaring at the camera. Also, the mouth was shone and there were razor sharp teeth lining up and down.

Lydia had unintentionally caught the Alpha on tape.

Dun dun dun! Okay, so it isn't that big of a cliffhanger, since I'm pretty sure all of you watch the show. I did change some things around, like Lydia thinking Elijah was Jackson instead. And what do you think of Luna? She's pretty badass, right?

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