For my reviewer, Which Notebook? Gabi's is filled with notes and 'friend fiction' Stiles is the one that he writes his dreams in.

This chapter Stiles and Derek meet the witch.

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Ch.12 Witchcraft Sucks

"So dad," Stiles asks Saturday morning with their breakfast of grapefruit and decaff coffee (his dad doesn't know its decaff). The full moon came and went without any problems...he thinks. His dad had gotten some reports about a disturbance in the preserve but there wasn't a dead body so Stiles assumes everything went alright. Several days have passed and the number of the witches' victims has increased by five. Two more boys beside Greenberg and three girls, Stiles has been looking for a connection but beside him and Greenberg being on the Lacrosse team any likeness between them ends and the other victims don't even have any extracurriculars in common. But Stiles knows there's a link, he just needs to find it. He knows that Allison has "her" hunters investigating as well but they're not the Winchesters. And they all seem a little to trigger happy and like the Agent said they need to find out what the hell the witch is doing in the first place. Although why she isn't investigating just seems lazy. Stiles even asked his weird 'ghosty' fox familiar what was up with that...he just stared at Stiles, the only way that thing could get any creepier is if was a tarsier.

Wait...he was about to ask a question...wasn't he?

"Dad, I was wondering if you remember an Elaina Gale?" His dad looks up at him wondering where the line of questioning came from but he must have made a connection in his head because he seems less on edge when he opens his mouth.

"Your lab partner's older sister?" His dad asks rhetorically. But Stiles nods anyway. "I remember her from when I was still a deputy. She used to hang out with Laura Hale." His dad chuckles at a memory. "When the summer came along all the deputies new stormy times were ahead." His dad chuckles at his joke while Stiles cringes, Gales, Hales, seriously? "Those two were always into something." The Sheriff shares. "Some days they'd be exploring the preserve, no one's sure what they got to in there but I remember one time going in after them when the preserve was supposed to be closed off since a few of the tree's had to be taken down due to a beetle infestation and when I found them, Laura was full of twigs and leaves and laughing at the tops of her lungs while Elaina sat in a tree throwing pinecones at Laura." The sheriff's chuckle become more reserved and he looks at Stiles. "They reminded me a bit of you and Scott, actually."

"So they were friends?" Stiles asks. Although he inwardly cusses himself for asking the obvious.

"They were." The sheriff answers anyway. "When Elaina came to Beacon Hills you couldn't see one without the other." Though that sounded familiar, being inseparable wasn't exactly common nowadays. The sheriff levels Stiles with a cross between his "I am the sheriff you will tell me what I want to know" and his "I am your father and you will tell me what I want to know" faces. "Stiles if you're so curious why are you asking me?"

"Gabi said she never spent her time in Beacon Hills before so she didn't know what her sister and Laura did while here." It's not a lie, but not his motive.

"I wondered why once, but I always assumed Mrs. Gale was estranged from her husband. He would show up once every week to see them but I didn't even know they had a second daughter until a nosey deputy asked. I was told they left Gabi at home with her Grandfather."

"Huh, you know, that has actually never come up before." Stiles Dad looks at him and Stiles can feel a lecture coming on in his bones.

"Stiles I know that you two have bonded over some…similarities." His dad gets a bit quieter with Stiles mom on the mind. "But sometimes you should stay out of other people's business."

"Of course dad." Stiles smiles and his dad just shakes his head.

/\/\/\/\

"Three more people have had their energy taken." Stiles tells Scott. Allison had texted him the update during first period. "Witch by the way is like some bad plan from Sailor Moon." Scott lets out a chuckle. "Don't judge me."

"What are we supposed to do?" Scott asks. "We still don't know why these guys have been targeted."

"Allison said she has hunters researching but so far they haven't found anything and I have been wracking my brain but I just can't find any parallels between all the victims. There has to be something I don't know." Scott looks at Stiles and gives him a sympathetic smile. He didn't flinch once at the mention of Allison, Stiles is so proud.

"What's the closest connection you can make between anyone?" Scott asked.

"Well I have noticed that two of them were in the celibacy club but, then me and Greenberg are on the Lacrosse team, and the connections kinda end there."

"What about how you guys woke up?" Stiles tries not to think about that. It's not that it hasn't happened before but he still feels like the witch or whatever molested him. That and having everyone know exactly what happened was more than a little embarrassing. At that moment Jackson (who knows everything making Stile curse the grapevine of information) walks up behind them.

"Virgins." Jackson jibes. Scott glares at him but Stiles get an epiphany.

"That's right, I'm a virgin!" Stiles practically yells getting him odd looks and snickers from the students in the hallway. "I gotta find Lydia!"

"Stilinski I don't know what you're getting at but Lydia is not sleeping with you." Jackson looks murderous but Stiles is already running down the hallway, tripping on his own feet only once. He finds Lydia, the queen of Beacon Hills High gossip and information, applying her lip-gloss in the mirror with Allison leaning against a stall.

"Stiles? This is the girls' restroom." Allison begins but Stiles cuts her off.

"Lydia, I'm a virgin." She barely acknowledges him with look through the mirror.

"Stiles I knew this, and I am not helping you rectify the situation."

"As much as I would have loved that." Stiles begins. "That is not the point. I think all of the victims have been virgins." Lydia turns with a raised eyebrow. But Allison has moved away from the stall and is looking through a notepad that Stiles assumes must have the targets' names.

"He's right." Lydia admits looking at Allison. "And if there is no other connection between the victims that means we have twenty other virgins in this school that can be targeted."

"W-wait twenty other virgins?!" He isn't sure how to feel about that particular piece of information.

/\/\/\/\

Derek sent Isaac to stick with Scott while they surveyed the homes of the possible targets. Allison had passed on the information to Stiles who had given it to Scott who had given it to Isaac who had given it to him. He met with Chris, who most likely through the influence of the Agent was helpful and decided that Derek and his pack may be useful if they could cooperate. It was infuriating.

But Peter was on his own somewhere Derek didn't know and though he know he should just didn't care. It was nice not having his uncle complain and sass him for once. Of course when he spots a distinctive blue jeep he quickly realizes any peace he may have had is lost. He sneaks up to the jeep making sure he is hidden and waits until Stiles is distracted enough. Derek than knocks on the window making Stiles jump, sending Cheetos all over the jeep's interior.

"Oh my God," Stiles says after Derek opens the door.

"No Stiles, I'm not God." Stiles rolls his eyes.

"Rapier wit." He comments. The car falls into an awkward silence…mostly due to Derek's glaring.

"What are you doing here?" Derek knows he's going to regret the answer.

"Well I was going to stake out this house with Scott but he got a call from Isaac so they went off." Even without werewolf senses the slight tone that Stiles voice takes tells Derek he isn't exactly in the best of moods with that decision.

"So what are you doing here?" Derek sighs dramatically.*

"I think I already answered that."

"Why are you here? It's too dangerous for you to be here on your own." As if on cue Stiles makes an offended huff of breath.

"In case you didn't notice." Stiles begins. "The hunters are human."

"Yes, but they are trained for this kind of thing." Derek rolls his eyes. He did not need to be reminded of the lethality of hunters.

"You really think I can't defend myself?" The sincerity in the question actually catches Derek off guard. He knows that Stiles can take care of himself and has proven that he can take care of others as well as himself. But it's hard for him to think that Stiles should have to be doing this at all. Besides werewolf or human all it takes is one time to be unlucky.

"Well I'm here so you can leave." Derek knew that saying that wouldn't get him anywhere but at least he can't be blamed for not trying. "And besides won't your father, the sheriff wonder where you are?"

"It's a Friday night I told him I would be at Scotts and might stay over." Stiles smirks in victory knowing that Derek has lost their argument. "Besides you need my expertise."

"Please Stiles share some of your boundless wisdom." Derek requests graciously and not at all sarcastically. Stiles just snorts at him.

"See if we have a Warlock on our hands we can figure it out by how our witch looks. I had Lydia forward me some notes from the bestiary and when a witch starts off as a powerless human and they make a contract with a demon their bodies are changed. And though they can create and illusion of normalcy during the day to day, while the witch siphons energy from whoever the illusion will fade." Despite that actually being useful Derek will not give Stiles the satisfaction.

"Well, what will the witch look like when the illusion fades?" Derek's eyebrows are raised and he knows Stiles is looking at them but he can't bring them down. Laura would have had a field day with this.

"If it's a witch that was born with magic they'll look normal. But if the witch is a warlock, the bestiary says that they will look "twisted and carry the devil's mark"."

"You have no idea what that means do you?"

"No, I do not." Stiles admits. Derek just sighs dramatically.

/\/\/\

Derek hears the muted heartbeat and then smells brimstone minutes before the witch's arrival. Despite Stiles insistence he didn't actually have a plan….neither did Derek but he wasn't going to admit that. Derek had never met a witch before…didn't know they existed beyond religion and on an actual supernatural scale. So when he sees the witch he actually can't believe the way the woman is dressed. Derek can see her approach from beside the house and Stiles can see her as well but Derek has to put his hand on Stiles chest and push him back to keep him from making them too noticeable. The witch isn't actually wearing a large black brimmed hat like the media loves to put them in. She's in a black corseted dress exposing her chest and shoulders and with slits that expose her legs and thighs. The moon light illuminates pale skin darkened with looping dark ink that seems to float on her arms and legs. Her face is covered by a hood but Derek can hear a confidence in her heartbeat.

"So what's the plan?" Stiles asks when the witch has disappeared from view.

"We stop her, catch her, interrogate and then put an end to any pan she has."

"Really? Why didn't I think of that?" Stiles asks himself with a roll of the eyes while he gets out of the car.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm getting out of the jeep." Stiles asks nonplussed so Derek gives him a glare. "What I thought it was obvious. Let's go." Stiles doesn't give Derek a choice or a chance to stop him because he's already running toward the house. Derek speeds up and places Stiles behind him. Derek can hear chanting coming from the upstairs room. He looks to Stiles and communicates for him to be quiet (A.N. with his eyebrows). They make their way up the stairs past the master bedroom and a child's bedroom. Derek can hear two heartbeats beside his own and Stiles, otherwise for them the house must be empty. Derek moves to the bedroom, the door ajar. He is hit by the smell of arousal and a girls moaning echoes around the room. Derek throws the door open his claws extended and his fangs sharp while he roars. The witch has her right hand on the junction of the girl's neck and shoulder. Her skin is deathly pale and is split on her face, craters of red gleam bright like an open wound. Her eyes are completely black save for a strange swirling of smoke in their depths.

"You'll have to excuse me I wasn't expecting to be interrupted." The witch smiles with blackened teeth, her voice like metal scratching glass. "I haven't put on my face." She sees Stiles behind Derek. Derek notices and crouches ready to attack but places his body in front of Stiles. "How cute." The witch remarks while the girl moans again. "Are you the werewolf's pet are is the werewolf yours?" She cackles at her own joke.

"Stop what you doing." Derek growls. The witch turns her head like a bird regarding prey.

"No." Derek rushes at her ready to swipe a claw through her face. "Ven Gar Nos!" The witch yells. "Wind strikes Derek like a wall throwing him back slamming him into the wall of the hallway. With a flick of her wrist the wind knocks Derek down the stairs.

"You?" The witch remarks looking at Stiles. "I remember you. Your energy was sublime. So potent." The witch licks her lip tearing the skin and revealing a red line. Stiles tries to run for Derek but ends up tripping and falling on his face. Looking at his feet he sees his legs have been wrapped together by a snake. Following the snakes body Stiles sees where the snake's body changed into a tattoo wrapped around the witch's leg. The snake pulls him toward her. Stiles tries grabbing on the floor to no avail, his fingers grasping at the glossed wooden floor. Stiles flips over looking at the witch as she smiles. He's lifted from the floor and brought straight up while the witch looks into his eyes. Stiles opened his mouth to talk when the witch placed her finger in his mouth. The taste of sulfur, blood and rot makes him gag. "My little virgin. I can't have you stopping my plans."

"Care to explain your particular brand of crazy?" Stiles speaks through the hiccups and gags.

"Crazy?" The witch speaks digging dirty nails into Stiles' chin. "I have transcended humanity and its morals. I am more than any of your hunters or werewolves will ever be."

"So did the crazy come with the contract or were you stark raving mad to begin with?"

"Oh look your boyfriend is back." The witch looks back at Derek. She moves Stiles in front of him using him as a shield.

"You can't spell me witch." Derek yells his teeth gnashing. It's the only threat he can think of.

"True. My magic may not be strong enough o effect you yet werewolf." The witch lets out a light laugh against Stiles ear; it feels like electricity jolting through his skull. "But I have more leverage than you think. Slen Tiid Vo." More electricity arches through Stiles and he blacks out.