In this chapter I kinda just played around with Maya's character a bit, and her Clutterbucket line. I'm not sure about it, but I think it ended up pretty well. Hope you guys enjoy!

A few weeks later, Maya and Stiles were inseparable. Riley was distant, but Maya couldn't be happier with her new friend. She kept trying to explain to Riley that Stiles wasn't replacing her but, Riley wouldn't answer her calls and avoided her at school. Maya brushed it off and enjoyed her new company. She sat at the lunch table laughing at Stiles's impression of "Master Shifu" while he did some horrible karate with a noodle across his lip.

"You look so stupid!"

She laughed, he continued his terrible karate moves. Lydia walked over to the table holding a large stack of thick books, slamming them on the table.

"Lydia, what's this?"

Stiles asked, a very sleep deprived Lydia responded.

"Everything on the Clutterbucket line! From the 1700s to 2018!"

"You researched my family?!"

Maya asked, Stiles widened his eyes.

"Lydia! What the hell!?"

Stiles asked, Maya grabbed a book from the stack and flipped through it almost mesmerized. Stiles thought she'd be angry that Lydia dug through her personal life, on the contrary. She was part impressed, part weirded out, all curious.

"Whoa. Look at this."

She said sliding the book across the table, Stiles gazed down at the book. It was some type of drawing, of a wolf-like beast with glowing red eyes, ferocious fangs, and huge paws.

"Whoa. What is this?"

Stiles asked handing the book back to Maya. Maya read:

"It says here, the Clutterbucket line was known in the 1800s for it's common hellhound descendants lineage. What the hell is a hellhound?"

Maya asked, they gazed over at Lydia to see her snoring on the table in a puddle of her own drool. Maya cringed and so did Stiles.

"Nevermind."

Maya said in disgust. She flipped through the pages and read

"The Clutterbucket line can be traced back to 1745 in Ireland. To Cara M. Clutterbucket."

She said, she flipped through once more.

"Whoa they have her diary entries!"

"What does it say?"

"I can't read it. It's in Irish."

"I can have it translated."

Stiles shrugged, Maya smiled.

"No way! Seriously?"

"Yea, give me a day or two."

"Thank you so much Stiles!"

She said hugging him, he chuckled.

"Wow, I've always wanted to know more about my history."

She said flipping through the pages, practically hypnotized.

"Alright, Clutterbucket, give it a rest."

Stiles said taking the book from her, she chuckled. Later that day Stiles laid in bed watching netflix, his phone. He picked it up, it was a text from Maya reading:

Emergency! Come now!

He got up quickly, grabbing his keys, jacket, and shoes heading for the door. As he arrived on her doorstep, he banged on the door worriedly. Maya opened the door in a pair of black and white plaid pants, with a top that read: Don't wake me up. With a messy bun atop her head.

"Great you came!"

She obviously itching to tell him something.

"This does not seem like an emergency!"

"It is! I found something! C'mon!"

She said pulling him inside. She locked her door behind her and ran upstairs into her room. As he walked in his jaw dropped, Maya hung a huge board that read: Clutterbucket Line. With pictures of Ireland, small notes, hellhound drawings, and much more. With read strings connecting them all. Very similar to his crime board.

"Whoa, Maya what is this?"

"Read the board dumbass! The Clutterbucket line!"

She said proudly pointing to the board, Stiles rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh.

"So I had the diary entries translated-

"What?!"

"Yea, it was really easy, especially when your mom speaks Irish. But anyway! Turns out Cara M. Clutterbucket, was one of the first hellhounds recorded in history. Hellhounds are mythical creatures that are also a form of shapeshifters. Which, lemme tell you, there are many forms of shapeshifters. Hellhounds are described as "Bearers of Death" and are supposed protect the secrecy of the supernatural existence. It took me awhile to pull myth from fact, hellhounds go by a lot of different names, Black Shuck, Garmr, Cerberus, and those are just to name a few, but I think I finally narrowed it down. My great, great, great, great, great...and about five more greats, grandmother was the first female hellhound. Another fact about Hellhounds, they happen to be besties with another "Bearer of Death". Banshees. I know, sounds insane, but! Banshees can sense death just as a hellhound can!"

"Ok, so how does this lead to Cara?"

"Well Granny Clutterbucket was exposed in 1799, and was unfortunately burned alive but! Her daughter Colleen, lived and moved to Western Ireland to hide her Hellhoundiness-

"Hellhoundiness? That's not a word."

"Shut it Mieczyslaw!"

She said sarcastically, he rolled his eyes.

"Anyway! She moved to Western Ireland so no one would expose her. There she settled down and met Bartley Sheehan. Bartley and Colleen fell in love, because they were both Bearers of Death."

"Bartley was a Banshee?"

"Bingo! So Colleen and Bartley get married, and she becomes Colleen Sheehan and has a daughter! Apparently it's almost impossible for Clutterbuckets to bore boys, but whatever, minor detail. From there the Clutterbucket line grows, Biddy Clutterbucket, Nora Clutterbucket, Fiona Clutterbucket! Somehow we branched into the U.S to get away from hunters. Now the hellhound gene skips a generation but hunters don't know that. So they go after every single Clutterbucket until we're just a fable! But, they don't succeed, now the year is 1961, May Clutterbucket, is the only living descendant of the hellhound lineage, she meets Riley's great grandmother! Rosie McGee! They become friends, but she's forced to leave because of the hunters chasing her. They kill her, but she has two twin daughters, Regan and Rowan. My great aunt and my grandmother."

"Wow, so what does this mean?"

"Don't you get it Stiles! The gene skips a generation! If I'm right, that means my grandmother was a hellhound, which means it skipped my mom and-

"You're a hellhound."

He finished, she exhaled with a smile.

"It explains a lot, the strength, like Lydia said it would take a lot of strength to give you that black eye, when I was ten I was a pyromaniac! Even those weird dreams I never tell anyone."

"Weird dreams?"

"I sometimes dream about death, it involves fires some nights, some nights it's just gruesome murders."

"Maya your not a hellhound."

"How do you know?! I have all the symptoms! The dreams! The strength! All of it!"

"Fine, let's say you are a hell hound. What now?"

"Now, I control and understand my powers. I can't do that alone."

She gazed up at him, he pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

"Maya-

"Please? I need you Stiles."

"Fine, I'll learn all I can."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

She said hugging him.

"Mwah!"

She kissed his cheek cheerfully, making him blush.This is not gonna end well. I don't think she's realized how tough it's gonna be to be a "Bearer of Death". How do I tell her? Do I tell her? He thought. Eh, Stiles let her have her "I'm a badass" moment.