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Blood Red - The Maine

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Hello all my lovelies!

Welcome to Chapter 10, and we've got two more chapter left! 2!

Things are heating up in Beacon Hills and it's not just the summer heat.

By the way, what would Stiles and Cassidy's ship name be:

Stassidy, Sassidy, Styder(last names), Ciles(as in Kyles)?

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Welcome to The Mess I Made in the Tried & True Series!

Blood Red

You should have warned me
You were blood red
Oh you're blood red baby
It came without warning
Now I'm wounded
You're so ruthless darling
Once all the energy
Reversed the chemistry
Your blood it mixed with all the chemicals in your head
Now all you're seeing is
Blood red

Love. It was such a cruel word. Maybe the word cruel wasn't right. Wicked. Brutal. Vicious. I guess you should also state the other side of it. Pleasant. Wonderful. Exciting. But was it true that you needed both sides to be truly in love? And what was true love? When do you know that is the right person to be with for the rest of your life? Why didn't they teach you this in school?

These were all questions that ran through Stiles head for the past 12 or so hours. He honestly didn't know how long it had been since he received that phone call. All he knew was that it was daylight now and he was still lying in his bed, staring at his walls. The same walls he had repainted with her months back.

Cassidy had been on his mind. He should finally be honest with himself; she had never left his mind. But now it was worse. She had said those words to him. Those three words that had turned into a giant whole in his stomach. And it hurt. When did everything go to complete shit.

"Dude, seriously."

Stiles jumped up from his spot as Scott came barging into his room, Lydia not far behind him. "What's going on?"

"Why aren't you answering your phone?" Scott looked like he was about to jump out of his skin.

"What?" He stood up quickly, looking for the phone he had thrown somewhere after the call last night. He threw around his blankets before finding the device, seeing he had turned it on silent. He noticed the missed calls and text messages from over the night and morning. "What's happening?"

"Teresa called me." Lydia spoke up. "Cas is missing?"

"What?" The word was becoming rather annoying to Stiles as he kept repeating it. Why can't anyone ever give a full answer anymore?

"Her phone is going straight to voicemail and her car is still at her house."

"We are heading to her house." Scott rubbed his hands on his jeans, feeling more anxious than before. "I'm gonna try to get a hold of her scent so I can track her down."

"Yeah, I'm coming with." Stiles shook his head vigorously.

He quickly got ready and the three headed over to the Snyder's house, Stiles in his jeep and Lydia and Scott in her car. He was wishing he would have rode with the two of them so his mind was distracted. She's missing. Cassidy Snyder is missing. What the hell was going on?

The three pulled up noticing that the Sheriff's car was already parked in the driveway. The three stepped out of their cars, noticing Andy sitting on the porch step. His hands were clenched in his lap and there was a frown place across his face.

"Hey, kiddo." Lydia sat down on the step next to him.

"What are you doing sitting out here?" Scott crouched down in front of him. Stiles stood in the back, not knowing where he stood at the moment with the young boy.

"My parents have been freaking out all morning. Then the Sheriff showed up." Andy's voice was barely above a whisper. His hands were fidgeting hard. It was playing through his head what was happening and what he needed was someone to tell him the truth, just like his sister would. "It's Cassidy, isn't it? She's missing?"

Lydia sighed and let her hand rub against the boy's back. "Yeah, it is. But she's going to be okay."

"How do you know that?" He finally looked up with wide eyes. "She hasn't been okay since she was in the hospital." He was looking back and forth from Lydia and Scott. "I miss my sister."

"Hey," Stiles pushed past and kneeled down straight in front of Andy, "you're going to get her back. We're going to find her."

Andy finally looked at Stiles. He wanted to still be mad at him for everything that had happen between him and Cassidy but he couldn't. Stiles had never lied to him or pushed him away. If anything he had always been inviting to him and his younger sister; always the one to help them. And he knew if he couldn't have Cassidy or Isaac right now, it was always Stiles up next.

"You promise?"

Stiles smiled at him, thankful to finally get through to him. "Have I ever broken a promise to you?" Andy shook his head.

"Why don't we get inside?" Scott stood up. "Let's see what's going on."

The other's nodded and stood up as well but something was holding Stiles back. "You guys head in, I need to make a phone call real quick." The three nodded and headed inside. Stiles walked back down the steps and back near the driveway, pulling out his phone. He redialed his recent call but Cassidy's phone still went straight to her answering machine.

He should have called her back last night. He should have found her and picked her up from wherever she was. Why didn't he? Why didn't he say anything back to her right away when she said she loved him? It wasn't hard to come up with an answer for her because he knew his answer. But there was other things holding him back.

Stiles searched through his contacts again before he found the one he was looking for. He knew it was going to be an expense, but this had to be said over the phone instead of texting or email. To his dismay he reached another answering machine.

"Hey," he cleared his throat, "Hi…um it's Stiles. Look, I don't know what you're doing or where you are right now, but…there's something wrong with Cassidy. She's missing at the moment." Stiles rubbed his head, sighing on how to word this. "And we…I really need you to come to Beacon Hills." He cleared his throat, feeling himself getting choked up. "So, yeah, just get here, as soon as you can. Alright…bye."

Stiles ended the call and stuffed his phone back in his pocket. He took a deep breath, needing to calm himself before he entered the home. Walking through the door felt worse than when he was there a week ago, but this time for a different purpose. The air was stiff and he automatically saw his father standing in the door way of the kitchen in the back of the house. He watched as he turned towards him, their eyes meeting in a sympathetic way.

As he walked into the kitchen he noticed how everyone was spread out in their own space around the room. Stiles took a spot by Lydia and Scott, feeling like that was the safest spot to be in at the moment. He noticed that Andy was missing from the scene.

"I just don't understand." Teresa was leaning again the kitchen counter wither her elbows against the granite so she could rest her head in her hands.

The Sheriff took this moment go over procedures. "We put out an APB on her and have officers patrolling around the town. Now, I need to know when the last time you saw her was."

Carl scrubbed a hand across his face. "We were talking to her I would say around 7 pm last night and then she went to her room. I went in to just check on her around 11 and she was gone."

"We thought she just snuck out for the night." Teresa stood up to her full height. "But now its noon the next day and she's still not home."

The Sheriff was writing down all their notes trying to be as calm as can be given the situation. "No one has heard from her?" He looked from her parents to the teenagers near the table.

Scott shook his head. "No, not since yesterday afternoon." Lydia nodded, agreeing with him. Just the thought of what happen yesterday made her sick to her stomach.

Stiles stayed quiet, his head falling down when his father's eyes moved towards him.

"Stiles?"

His head snapped back up seeing that everyone's eyes were now on him. He felt like his neck to his cheeks start to burn up. "She called me last night."

"What?" Lydia, the only one to shake out the shock, spoke up.

"I think it was around 9. And it was really quick."

"Where was she?" Teresa stared the boy down.

"I don't know." Stiles shrugged his shoulders. "All I know was that she was upset and drunk."

"Was she at a party? Was she with someone?" The mother was getting more hysterical as she kept going.

"I…I really don't know." His eyes casted back down feeling horrible for letting Cassidy go so easily.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Teresa felt like she was about to lose it. Her vision was blurring because of the tears in her eyes and her heart was pounding against her chest. "Where is my daughter!"

"Teresa, calm down." Carl cleared his throat, attempting to rest his hand on her shoulder.

"No!" She pushed him away. "We did this! We pushed her away and now she's gone." The tears officially started falling. You could see where Cassidy got a lot of herself from. She was almost a mini-Teresa with her emotions and outbursts.

"We're going to find her." The Sheriff said, trying to calm down the couple. "I'm going to do everything in my power to find her, I promise." He knew the kind of pain they were going through. He had Stiles missing and not just that, he had saved Cassidy a few months ago. This was on a whole new level.

"How?" Carl ran a hand down his face, feeling guilty as if it was his fault she was missing. "Her car is here. Her phone's not on. What are you going to use dogs to track her scent?"

Stiles, Scott, and Lydia all looked at each other as the words were spoken. Was it time to admit their secret? Stiles rubbed his chin, ready to take the fall. "We have another option."

Waking up again was just as terrible as the first time. Cassidy felt like her entire body was just completely weak. Her neck hurt the worse though from it hanging down. She could tell that it was at least midday from the small windows across from her or later than that. The small sunlight that was coming through the windows streaming in was burning her eyes.

It was completely dark in what she assumed was a basement. There was another chair in the corner along with a table. She was placed in the center of the room with nothing near her. She had no idea what was behind her. She tried with all her might but she couldn't break loose. They were the same type of handcuffs they used to hold Liam and Malia on full moons. She assumed the same style was around her ankles but she couldn't look down that far.

She wanted to start screaming but she knew it was useless. No one would hear her. She tried to push her hip up to get her phone out but it didn't take her long to figure out that he took it. What the hell did he want with her? Why did she ever meet him? She once again went back to pulling, hoping some of her newly found strength would help her but still nothing. She groaned loudly as she felt the straps tearing into her skin.

"Stop." Travis spoke up as he walked down the stairs. "You're going to hurt yourself." He grabbed the other chair and set it across from her.

She didn't say anything, just glared at him.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." He stood in front of her and opened a water bottle. "Here, take a drink." He held the opening to her lips, but she moved her head to the side keeping her mouth shut. "It's just water."

"Like I trust anything you would give me." She mumbled out.

"Fine." He brought the bottle to his own lips and took a drink. "Dehydrate; you're just hurting yourself more."

She watched him sit down in the chair across from her. He looked completely at ease, like it was completely normal for him to hold someone hostage. Was it? Did he do this on a normal basis?

"It looks like a nice summer day outside." Travis leaned back looking at the windows. "To bad we can't be outside enjoying it."

"We could, but you know I'm kind of tied up at the moment." She cleared her throat. It was dry but like hell she was going to drink anything he gives her ever again.

"Even when you are in danger still with the comebacks." He chuckled and leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. "Who did you learn that from, your mom? Or was it Stiles?" He smirked at her.

"What do you want?" The mention of people she cared about got her blood boiling again. She attempted to push her hair back to see him.

"It's not what I want, Cassidy, it's what needs to be done."

"So what are you? A murderer, a sociopath? What?"

"There's no need to throw names out for it. And I'm none of those things; it just needs to be done."

"You know, hurting other people doesn't make you any less fucked up." She looked at him through the hair that has officially fallen in front of her face despite trying to fling it away.

"Well you should know, wouldn't you?" Travis shook his head. "Cassidy, why do you think I want to hurt you? I'm not."

"Well your actions say otherwise don't they?" She moved her chained hands as an indication. "If you want to look like the good guy, then let me go."

"See…I can't do that."

"Why?"

"Because you're my bait." Travis head dropped to his hands in his lap.

"Bait for what? I didn't do anything. I don't know anything!"

"Not you." He raised his head to look her dead in the eye. His face held pure disgust and hatred on it. "Scott McCall."

"Werewolves. Are real?"

Teresa and Carl sat at their dining room table trying to put together everything they were just told. They explained werewolves and banshees at the moment with Scott turning to make sure they believed.

"It took myself awhile to believe." The Sheriff tried to explain to them from his point of view. "But it's true."

"How long has this been going on?" Carl asked still looking at Scott questioningly.

"About two years." The alpha answered, he was surprised they were taking it better than expected. Then again, he guessed it helped that their daughter wasn't anything supernatural.

"And the accident at the school wasn't an accident." Lydia brought up the past that had started this downward spiral. "A Berserker, which are these once humans in a bone skull who are now creatures, stabbed her and cornered us in the school."

"-While we were being attached in Mexico." Scott finished up.

"So it is supernatural related?" Andy spoke up from the doorway taking them all by surprise.

"Andy, please go back to your sister." Teresa sighed towards her sun.

"He knows about everything." Stiles took defense over Andy. "He's known for a while."

The younger boy nodded and walked over to stand by Stiles. "I know about werewolves and why Isaac couldn't stay here."

"What?" Teresa looked confused.

Scott took this one. "Isaac's also a werewolf. He stayed at my house."

"That's why he didn't move in here." Carl started putting everything together. "Is that why he also moved to France."

"No." Lydia shook her head; her strawberry locks flying around her face. "That was his own choice."

Stiles watched as their expressions were changing back and forth from surprise and confusion, not knowing which to settle on. "Look, there's a lot to talk about regarding the supernatural but right now we need to focus on finding Cassidy."

"He's right." The Sheriff agreed with his son. "It's already nearing night fall which never helps searches. We need to regroup." His mood immediately changing back into detective mode. "Teresa and Carl, I need you guys to stay here. Try calling around to see if they have seen or heard from her. I'm going to head to the station and start searching. Scott," He turned to the boy, "what was your plan?"

"I'm going to get the pack together. See if I can get a hold of Derek and Braeden." Scott racked his brain on what to do. "We have to try to get a scent or some lead."

The groups spread apart; the sheriff headed to the station and the three teens headed outside calling up the rest of them.

"Why'd she call you, Stiles?" Lydia sat down on the front porch table. It had been bothering her since he told them a few hours ago.

"I don't know how to answer that."

"It's really simple. What did she say?"

Stiles could feel her annoyance. "Well she was drunk and there was a lot of rambling."

"And she didn't say where she was?" Scott pushed his hands into his pockets.

"No, I didn't even hear anything in the background." Stiles tried to remember their conversation other than the three words. They were spinning through his head over and over again like a CD on repeat. Like one of her CDs on repeat.

"What did she say Stiles?" Scott could practically hear his brain revolving around. There was something he wasn't talking about. Stiles rubbed the back of his neck feeling flustered. "Stiles?"

"She was talking about how she hasn't taken her pills in a while and that she's upset that no matter what people like me or something and that she can't hate me because…" He cut off just the way she did last night. He now knew how she felt with those words sitting on her tongue.

"Stiles," Lydia stood up and walked to his side, "what did she say?" Her hands came to rest against his forearms.

"She said she loves me." He felt himself getting emotional about it and a small frown erupted on his face. "She loves me still, Lyd."

Lydia smiled and squeezed his arms. "Did you say it back?"

"She hung up right after she said it."

"Do you still love her?" Scott questioned his best friend.

Stiles was once again held back from answering that question by the car pulling up to the driveway. They turned to see Kira park her car with Liam in the passenger seat. Stiles quickly got himself back together turning his emotions away.

"What's going on?" Kira climbed the steps quickly, her eyes immediately falling to Scott for an answer.

"Cassidy's missing." Scott answered her looking back and forth from the two. "She's been gone since last night and we need to look for her."

"What's the first step?" Liam was anxious immediately. He had been since the incident that went down the day before. Watching Cassidy completely break down terrified him and he was ready to help any way possible.

The second Travis said Scott's name everything became clearer. That was why he always brought him up and asked about him. But why? Why did he want Scott?

"Are you ever going to answer me?" Her voice cracked.

The light from the windows had started to decrease from the sun going down and Travis had turned on a single light that just so happen to be over her head. She was currently watching him walk around the room grabbing random bags and setting them on the table.

"For a girl that didn't like to talk that much, now you won't shut up." He nearly growled at her. He ran a hand through his hair trying to get his head back together. What was it about this girl that she someone got into everyone's head so easily.

"You tell me I'm bait for one of my best friends and don't expecting me to ask questions?" She budged against her chains, but they still didn't move.

"You want answers?" He grabbed a knife from one of the bags. He raised it up to his face, taking in the glint it gave from how sharp the blade was. "I know about werewolves, Cassidy Snyder." Finally something made her shut up and her entire body slack. "Oh yeah, werewolves, Banshees, Kitsunes. I know about it all."

"So…so what does that have to do with me?"

"You remember that brother I had told you about?" He didn't really want for her to answer. He walked back over to the chair he had sat in earlier, the knife still sitting in his hands. "A few years ago my brother, Ryan, and I were outside in our backyard. It was a normal night, and our parents weren't home."

She watched as his fingertips danced across the blade, making her more nervous than she had been.

"It wasn't that normal of a night though. It was a full moon." His eyes looked straight into Cassidy's. "I went inside for a few minutes and all of the sudden I heard this growl. This deep, vibrating growl and then…then the sound of my brother screaming. Screaming so loud."

Travis didn't get upset, he got madder. "I ran back down and I'll I saw through the window were these glowing red eyes. Before I could do anything else it took off back into the woods. Do you know what I saw when I walked back outside?" He stood up quickly, pushing the chair back. Cassidy shrunk into her chair but couldn't get that far away. He loomed over her, his hands on either side her arms, pushing into the wooden chair. "What did I find, Cassidy?"

"I…I don't know." She whispered out.

"You don't know!" He yelled in her face. "I found him ripped to shreds! Do you know what that feels like? Do you!"

Cassidy felt herself trying to shrink further and further away but couldn't at every yell in her face. No, she didn't know what that felt like and honestly never would want to see that. The thought of her siblings being killed in front of her made her sick to her stomach.

"Travis-"

"Shut up!" He started pacing back and forth. "I know about it all after that. I found out about everything I could. I made a promise to myself after that night that I would get revenge."

"It wasn't Scott though." She knew she was testing his boundaries by speaking up, but she was willing to do it if it made her friend safe.

"It doesn't matter. They are all the same. They all have bloodlust and they are all going to kill someone one day. I'm just going to get to them before they can get that far." He stood still. "I heard about the deadpool but I was too late. But's not about the money to me, no, it's about killing the thing that destroyed my family.

"And you're using me as bait? You know he'll come for me."

"Of course." He smiled at her and it made her sick. "Like I said, I'm not trying to hurt you yet." He walked back over to her and slowly ran the knife lightly down the side of her face. "Not yet, Cassidy."

Her eyes followed the knife but he never cut into her skin. He was playing a game with her and he was winning. He was raging and she didn't know when he was going to snap and actually hurt her.

"You're so beautiful and it's so upsetting it has to turn out like this. I actually enjoyed getting to know you." He moved the knife away and this time traced his finger down her cheek. "Just, too bad."

Travis backed away from her and dropped the knife back on the table. Without another word, he went back up the stairs, closed the door and turned the light off. She was left alone again.

Her chest began heaving and tears fell from her eyes. She sobbed hard, not knowing what else to do. Why did she push everyone away? She would never get to apologize to her parents or watch her siblings grow up. She regretted everything.

The five sat in Cassidy's bedroom trying to figure out what to do. Lydia was currently trying to get a feeling of where she was but nothing was working.

"What would help you concentrate?" Kira asked from her spot on the end of the bed.

"I don't know." Lydia started playing some of what she knew was Cassidy's favorite cds to see if that helped and leafed through her books, but still nothing.

"She was upset the last time she was in here." Liam attempted to use his senses right now Scott had been teaching him.

"Really upset." Scott agreed. "But nothing is popping out."

Stiles suddenly felt his phone vibrating and pulled it out quickly hopping to either see her name or his father's. "Fuck." He muttered as he watched Malia's name pop up. "Hey." He answered it as nonchalant as possible.

"Hey. Where you at?" She asked from the other side.

"Umm, hanging out with Scott." He lied, his friends watching him suspiciously.

"Really? Because your car is outside of Cassidy's house."

Stiles eyes widened and walked over to the window to see Malia standing in the driveway looking up at him angrily. "I'll be right down." He hung up his phone with a groan. "Did anyone tell her we were here?"

The four shook their heads quickly. He nodded and walked out of the room and down the stairs. As he opened the door her glare was staring him down while her arms were crossed angrily. "Hey."

"Don't 'Hey' me, Stiles. What are you doing here?"

"Cassidy's missing and we are trying to find her."

Malia rolled her eyes. "Wow, even after everything she's still got you wrapped around her finger."

"Oh my god." Stiles raised his hands in annoyance. "She didn't go missing on purpose, Malia."

"Really, because after yesterday it seems like this is just what she wants."

"What the hell is your problem with her?"

"She held a gun to me, Stiles!" Her arms unwrapped and she ran her hands through her hair.

"And you were going to kill her!" His voice roared over her. "Who's the one that can heal Malia!" He was boiling with anger and turned away ready to end this conversation.

"Where are you going?" She yelled out to him.

"I have to find Cassidy." He was walking back up the walkway.

"Why?"

"Because she's missing!" He turned back around to her. Was she serious right now? "Something is actually wrong."

"I don't get it. You were literally spewing hatred about her a few days ago. Now you want to go save her?"

He stood still, crossing his own arms. "I don't hat her."

Malia looked at him confused. It was like she could read his mind and knew what had happen in the past few hours. "You're right, you don't. Because you still love her."

Stiles stayed quiet not wanting to give her an answer because he knew she was right.

"And you're going to go back to her after everything she did to you?"

"I'm sorry, Malia." He knew where this was going and it was going to end happily for either of them.

She shook her head, the same thoughts going through his head. "She's just going to hurt you again. That's all she ever did to you."

"No, she didn't."

She shook her head, not looking at him. "Thanks for leading me on, Stiles." She walked away.

"Malia, I'm sorry that's not-"

"Just go play hero, Stiles." She didn't turn around and kept walking away.

He should have felt worse about the situation but he didn't. He guessed this meant they were never supposed to be in the first place.

"That sounded messy."

Stiles spun around surprised by the voice. "You get my message."

Isaac walked down the sidewalk to him, a bag over his shoulder. "I got your message after I already landed in Chicago for my layover."

"How'd you know to come then?"

"Lydia called me yesterday saying something was wrong with her." The tall boy cleared his throat. "She's really missing?"

Stiles nodded shyly. They might have not always got along but one thing that was certain was the care they shared for Cassidy.

"Fuck." Isaac ran a hand down his face, pushing back tears that sprung to his eyes. "How did this happen?"

"It's a long story."

"Well let's get started." Isaac walked past Stiles and into the house. It was going to be a long night.

dun dun dun!

Travis has some issues, the parents know, Stiles and Malia broke up, and ISAAC'S BACK!

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