A/N: Here is the next chapter guys. Hope you guys still enjoy reading it.
"Has anyone seen Stiles today?" Scott asked. He looked around as the group shook their head. "Has anyone heard from him?"
"No, what's this about?" Derek asked. "Did you apologise to him?" sneered Jackson.
"I haven't been able to. After he left here last night I wanted to give both him and myself time to cool off. I went round his house this morning to apologise and he wasn't there. His dad hasn't seen him all day."
"You guys I have a bad feeling about this", Lydia slowly said. "I think we need to find him right now."
"What about the full moon? Not all of us are in control yet." Jackson replied. "Yes you are, Jackson. You may not realise it yet but I can assure you, one hundred percent that you have control now", Lydia breathed. "No I am not Lydia. I don't have an anchor yet."
"Yes, you do; even if you haven't realised it yet. He is your anchor." Jackson just closed his mouth since his retort was lost as he realised she was right. Stiles was his anchor. How had he never realised? He nodded at his ex girlfriend and looked back at Scott.
"Look I know it's already late but let's spread out and look for him. Search any places you think he might go", Scott called. "Go in groups of two. Peter you wait here in case he turns up." Scott saw the man frown but ignored it. "Call me when you find him. I can't let him hate me anymore."
Stiles had woken a couple of times that day but just gone back to sleep since the sunlight streaming in told him it was too early for him to act. The last time he woke him he checked his phone it was eleven pm, he just ignored the missed calls from his dad and members of the pack. He stood up in the dark and dingy hideout he had slept in before pulling himself out the hole in the ground. He lazily walked over to the tree stump that was before him and sat down on it.
He let his mind wander as he considered whether his plan was a good one. There were definite drawbacks; he could see them all clearly. But since last night when the darkness around his heart had latched on to his anger the drawbacks felt insignificant. So what if a whole bunch of people got hurt. They would move on when he was dead. His father, Jackson, Derek and the rest of the pack would suffer for a small amount of time. But over time he would be forgotten or at least forgotten enough that they could move on with their lives. The one person that wouldn't be able to move on would be Scott. He was the one who had sparked the plan.
That brought Stiles back to his plan. He knew everything he could possibly know about it, but the deals he had to offer were they enough to guarantee him what he desired. He sat there constantly wondering if there was something else he could offer that would ensure he got what he wanted. The time passed quickly with him immersed in his thoughts. Soon he heard the alarm going on his phone that signalled the time had come. He pulled a vial of blood red substance from his pocket and unstoppered it. His eyes glowed as he drew the runes around the giant tree stump and the liquid in the vial became vapour trailing up into the air. Stiles looked up as the full moon above changed colour. From a pale white it darkened until it was blood red, bathing the entire Beacon Hills in a menacing glow.
"Open the doorway to the spirit realm, oh keeper of the gate", Stiles cried loudly. A glowing blackness appeared and Stiles stepped through. He passed through the darkness and saw nothing different around him except the colours leached from the world. Looking over his shoulder he saw the real world beyond the doorway he had passed through. He snapped his head round as a figure approached him. "You have no right to ask for entry mage. Return or I will be forced to show you the errors of your ways."
Stiles snorted at him. "I have every right actually or you wouldn't have answered my call. You just don't like the method I used to open it do you? No one has ever been daring enough to attempt it have they?" He smirked as the other person threw him a hard look. "You know too much young mage. I know why you are here and who you seek. You know a price is demanded for their return, each of their return. Name your price so I can be done with you."
"Well I guess there is no humour in the afterlife", Stiles muttered. "Okay yes I came for Erica and Boyd. I knew there would be a price for each and so I came with two offers. The offers go hand in hand. I will not offer one if the other doesn't get accepted." He glared at the man who stood impassively across from him. "First you can send a wraith into the human world. This wraith will help you gather more souls for your own kingdom."
"Huh, you really expect me to accept that? You are a descendant of Morgana Le Fey, a powerful blood line. Once it is released you will just send it back", huffed the other. "Ah but you see that is the second price I offer you. I offer you my life so that you can rest assured I won't be able to send it packing the moment I return." Stiles watched amused as the other considered the offer. He had assumed the offer of his life would be carefully considered when it went hand in hand with such a horrific threat as a wraith.
"I repeat again that you know too much. I am bound my ancient laws to accept such a deal because it is a good deal. However you also must realise I know that you can't be taken from the mortal world entirely yet. The Feys magic ties you to the world. This will be the last death their magic can return you from. I will accept the deal though, my wraith shall pass into the mortal world to feed and gather me my souls. Your spirit shall remain here until the wraith is dealt with. You will remain dead and with it spend the last of the Feys magical protection. If this is the offer you came to make and you agree to its terms then shake my hand. Upon grasping it the magic will be irreversible so be sure this is what you want."
Stiles didn't raise his hand to shake the others. "What do you mean when you talk of the Feys protection and the last of it being spent?" Stiles swallowed and wet his lips he had a sinking feeling he did know but he couldn't believe what he was hearing. The darkness around his heart had lifted slightly and though he gave the offer he came to make he hoped his understanding was right. He didn't want to die quite yet. He was angry at Scott sure but not enough that he would end his own life, at least not now the darkness had released him.
"You know exactly what I am talking about", smirked the other man. "I can see it in your eyes. You didn't realise until just now the truth though, that is ironic. To try and throw your life away in a fit of rage only to find out you can't." The man gave a dark laugh, titling his head back and letting the sound surround them. "Now then do we have a deal?"
Stiles paused a moment. He could tell this was a deal the other was eager to make, which made him think maybe he had under estimated the dangers of a wraith. "We almost have a deal. You keep reminding me I know too much which I think worries you. You have to agree to give me one minute with the friends I came for before my spirit is returned here to await your servant's death. Agreed?"
"On the proviso my wraith gets an added bonus of protection, which you can't speak about. My wraith will only be killable by a human with no current knowledge of the supernatural. Agreed?" The other man smirked. Stiles could see him making this a very complicated deal so it worked to his benefit. Stiles thought it through because he didn't want to put anyone in too much danger. But it was a bit late to back out now and the prize was worth it. "I agree", Stiles said shaking the man's hand.
Suddenly a bright flash went off and he was standing looking at Erica and Boyd. "Catwoman!" he exclaimed. "Batman" was her response. He hugged her and Boyd, "Can't explain yet Boyd. It will have to wait." Erica began to sob. Stiles shushed her. "Look I don't have time. Get to Derek, get to Deaton, blood moon ritual, wooden box in my bedroom, wraith and you will need Danny. Tell him everything", Stiles wanted to say more but couldn't as he keeled over.
Stiles watched as the two resurrected werewolves screamed his name and picked him up. "I was right", the man beside him said. "You are dangerous. You know far too much and have given them a better chance of succeeding than I thought you could. Feel free to stay and watch, since you are not a charge of mine and I want nothing to do with you. You can't escape until the wraith is dead but you can watch the show." The man disappeared and Stiles was left alone in the cold dark realm to watch.
"STILES!" Erica screamed as his face drained and he fell forward. "Stiles. Stiles", called Boyd. There was no response, no pulse or heartbeat. The boy before them wasn't breathing and so the boy before them could only be dead. Erica collapsed against her boyfriend and began sobbing.
"What did he mean?" she choked out. "Stiles. He said he couldn't explain. What couldn't he explain?"
Boyd looked her seriously in the face. "Erica we both died. Now we seem to be alive again and I wondered how. He gave us some solid advice though. We should follow it and find Derek and Deaton." He stopped down to pick up the boy in his arms. "I'll carry him to the clinic. Ring Derek and get him there." Erica nodded and picked up Stiles phone. Scrolling though the contacts she didn't find the number until her eyes paused on a contact much further down the list. 'Sourwolf' was the one she clicked on and held her breath as the phone rang.
Why did Peter get lumbered with sitting around? He may not show it much but he cared for the boy. More than he cared for most of the pack. But the boy would never contact him so why was he stuck waiting at the Hale house for someone who would never turn up. He began pacing the room in his annoyance and it wasn't until midnight he glanced up out of the window after he got other his own self pity. He stared at the image he saw as his blood turned cold. The moon was red, blood red even. That just wasn't natural. Grabbing his phone from his pocket he rang round the pack. Each time he gave them a single command before shutting off the phone call.
"Look up at the moon and then get to Deaton's." He saved his nephew and niece for last. They had paired up as they headed out. Ringing his nephew's phone he bit down on his lip.
"Peter, what's happened? Did they find him?" Derek growled down the phone.
"No Derek. But look up at the moon and then get to Deaton's", he paused as he heard Derek look up and swear. "Be there as soon as possible. Oh, hold on I have another call. See you soon."
Putting the phone down on his uncle he saw the other callers ID. It was Stiles. He quickly answered it growling in his most menacing fashion. "You better have an excellent reason for making us worry so much." He paused as he heard an intake of breath.
"Well, hello to you too", came Erica's voice down the phone line. "Erica, what the hell?" Derek almost fell over mid stride hearing the dead beta's voice. "Derek, Boyd is here with me, we are heading to Deaton's. Get there as fast as you can. And Derek, I am so sorry it Stiles. He's dead." Erica cut the phone because she couldn't talk anymore and just hurried along beside the other beta.
A/N: I hope people enjoyed this. Not sure when the next update will be.