A/N: Sorry guys that I have been absent on here. I have been busy, and I hadn't had the time to update on this site. I updated all on Ao3, but not here and for that I'm sorry. As a way to say I'm sorry, I'm posting all the chapters I missed all once. I think over four thousand words or so. Enjoy!


All the joy that Stiles felt about his date with Julian seemed to be eclipsed by his fight with Scott. It hurt to have to say that to his best friend, his brother, but it all had been bubbling up inside of him and he just couldn't take it anymore.

For the rest of the morning, Stiles was uncharacteristically silent and withdrawn..He spent the rest of the day in his room, the fight with Scott replaying on alike a loop in his head. Stiles couldn't help but feelingto feel guilty, though;, Scott and Stiles almost never really fought—not until now.

Later that afternoon, Stiles was lyinglaying on the bed across his bed listening to the most emo music he could find on his iPpod. He almost had a heart attack when he abruptly felt a tap on his shoulder. He was halfway to grabbing his bat that was hidden under his bed when he realized it was his father.

The SheriffHis father threw him a strange look., "You are okay there, son?"

Stiles tried to grin, but he knew it came out more like grimace.

The man frowned, and sat down on the bed next to Stiles. "What's wrong?" He glared at Stiles as the boy opened his mouth. "Don't tell me nothing is wrong."

"It's Scott."

The Sheriff sighed. "I did notice that he hasn't been by in a while."

Stiles sat up and threw his father an incredulous look. How had he known?

"I didn't get this badge by my pretty face,"his father said dryly, rolling his eyes.

Stiles looked away. "Uh, sorry."

"Although, I did talk to Melissa..."

Stiles just shook his head, thinking about all the stuff his father didn't know and was relieved that Melissa didn't let anything slip. "I wish I could be surprised."

"What's going on between you two?"

Stiles hesitated, thinking that he couldn't explain the werewolves stuff, but he was tired of pretending that everything was okay. "You know how Scott is suddenly co-captain?"

"Yeah?"

Stiles took a deep breath. "Well, apparently since he has Allison and is co-captain he is a lot more popular…"

The Sheriff narrowed his eyes, "And?"

Stiles sighed. "It looks like he just doesn't have time for a loser like me anymore."

"Did he say that?" The Sheriff stood up, and Stiles grabbed his father's arm to stop him.

"No, Dad. He didn't say it." Stiles sighed again, "But he really didn't really need to, you know."

The Sheriff slumped and gave Stiles a lost look. "I would have never thought that Scott would do that to you. You have been practically attached at the hip since birth."

Stiles looked away, muttering "I guess people just grow apart sometimes."

The Sheriff put his hand on Stiles' shoulder. "Don't give up on Scott just yet, son. He'll get his act together sooner or later."

Stiles looked up, and for a moment and he felt once again overwhelmed by his emotions. "Thanks, Dad."

The Sheriff stood up and rubbed his son's head. Stiles snorted, and batted his father's hands away. "Stop that."

"Well, I'm off to work."

"Aren't you off tomorrow?"

The Sheriff shook his head, "I don't think anyone is going to get a day off until we find who killed that co-ed."

"Yeah, how is that going?" Stiles asked, innocently. He thought about the monster that attacked him and then the body turning up. There wasn't any hard evidence that the two were linked but he had a hunch that told him otherwise.

"Stiles."

"I know," Stiles threw up his hands. "But you can't fault me for being curious."

The Sheriff shook his head wryly. "Just to get to you shut up, the only thing I'm going to tell you is that we haven't found anything yet."

Stiles wasn't shocked, but that bit of information did confirm his hunch a tiny bit.

"I'll probably won't be back again until Morning again," said the Sheriff with a sigh.

The Sheriff patted Stiles on the back again and turned and walked out of the room. Stiles sat there and listened as his father left the house, got into his car, and drove away. The boy slumped back down on the bed and groaned. This was such a shit day. Then he thought about Julian. Honestly, Stiles wasn't the greatest company right now, but secretly he was afraid that Julian would stop being interested in him, and Stiles was becoming addicted to the feeling of finally being wanted. His mind turned back to Lacey Schultz, and was immediately flooded with guilt. Here he was moping when Lacey's parents were grieving for their dead daughter, when he probably could have found the killer and stopped them from hurting someone else.

Stiles checked his watch, and it was around a quarter to five. He still had plenty of time to head to the library and see if he could find something before his second date with Julian. Stiles put on his shoes, packed his bag, and left.

Stiles drove the relatively short drive to the Beacon Hills Public Library. He made sure to avoid the Animal Clinic, his fight with Scott still fresh in his mind. He also didn't want to see anybody else from the pack just yet. He finally made it to the library, pulling up with a bittersweet smile. His mother had been Head Librarian until she got finally got too sick to work. Stiles took out his locket and touched the engraving of the strange symbol on it.

He had been actively trying not to think about his mother, and the thought that she could have been hiding that she was magic. He was curious, but he was afraid that digging further into what the history of the locket was and the strange phenomena that happened back in Harris's class would mean confirming that his mother had kept things from him. And that Stiles was magic. It was the only explanation for the weirdness, but the thought that she kept this part of herself from him hurt.

Stiles shook his head and sighed. What was with him and brooding today? Before he knew it he would be wearing leather jackets just like Sour Wolf. He snorted, grabbed his things, and finally got out of the car.

He waved to the new Head Librarian, Mr. Bailey. He knew exactly where to go. Stiles had spent many a day here and at the Station, and he knew both like the back of his hand. He went over to the history and folklore section and started to immediately pull out books that were interesting.

Stiles precariously balanced his stack of books and his things as he walked over to the nearest empty table. He carefully placed everything on the table and immediately got to work.


Stiles skimmed through the books, taking notes and cross referencing them against his notes from previous research sessions. Yet, as he made his way through his stack of books, he began to feel more and more disappointed. And just like last time, there were too many characteristics that fit too many different creatures to be helpful.

He slammed the cover of the old tome loudly in frustration, and got glared at by the woman studying at the table next to him. Stiles mouthed, 'Sorry,' before turning away. He looked at the time, and was surprised to see how much time had passed. It was almost time for his date with Julian.

All of this time, and he hadn't gotten anywhere. He sighed inwardly in frustration. This was basically a waste of time. He stacked his books and carried them back to the return cart, and was about to stack them on the small stack of books already on it when he spotted an interesting book on the top of the pile. He set his stack down on the floor, and picked up the book.

The title was in Polish, but due to his mother teaching him a few words as a child, he could make out a few words such as "demons" and "creatures". Stiles picked up the book, and started to flip through the pages but, as expected, he could only make out a few words here and there.

He was wasting time, and if he didn't get a move on he was going to be late. He was about to close the book when he spotted it. The same cracked face, and the same terrifying black eyes and fangs.

Stiles felt like fist pumping, but he was in the library and he didn't want Mr. Bailey to come over and give him his trademark I'm-disappointed-in-you-and-in-all-of-your-life-choices Stare of Doom. He picked up the book and finally put the book back in the stack.

Stiles packed up his stuff and the book and headed to the checkout counter. He exchanged a few pleasantries and caught up on the local gossip. Mr. Bailey knew everything about everyone in Beacon Hills and unfortunately, much like Stiles himself, when you got him started talking he never stopped.

Stiles managed to check out his book, and get out of there by promising to stop by later for another chat. With a relieved sigh, Stiles got into his car and headed out of the parking lot towards Java-in-Jive, which was on the other side of town.

Stiles partly wished that he hadn't promised to meet Julian, because wanted to delve into this book. Yes, it was in Polish, but thankfully he had a few online contacts that happened to speak fluent Polish and would't ask any hard questions.

He drove out of the main part of the town, nearing the preserve when he heard a loud, high-pitched scream. Startled, he slammed his foot hard on his break. He almost slammed his head into the steering wheel.

Stiles gripped his steering wheel with a white knuckled grip, heart suddenly pounding in his chest. Maybe he should just leave and go home. A flash of the monster he came across in the woods flashed through his mind. He quickly made a call to 911, as he heard another scream. Stiles hurried out the car, and rounded the back to open his trunk and find his backup baseball bat. He grabbed it and headed out into the woods, praying he would come out of this alive and intact.