Luckily, possibly on the account of a serial killer been on the loose. Traffic was light and they managed to get to the electricity station in rapid time. Stiles was glad to see Derek and Jordan were already there when he pulled up, not too far away from the station.

He didn't care about professionalism or any comments. This was a stressful time and he wanted to hug his mate ... so he did. Derek leant in closer, scenting him. They broke apart knowing that they would get nothing done if they stayed stuck together. As they pulled apart he asked his mate,

"What do we know?"

Derek looked pensive as he could recognise the scent of a battle. The trouble was the chemical signals he could detect in the air - indicated a battle within a person. It was tense and bitter in the air.

"Two people ... Three voices." He summarised.

Stiles stopped, "huh?"

It didn't take him long to figure out that brainteaser. Of course, it was simple when you considered it. "Beautiful the Dark Spirit is here. We need to be extra careful."

Tara looked annoyed and was checking her service weapon, "We have a plan?"

That was rude. There was a plan. He always had a plan. It was a simple one with two key parts. "Rule one don't die ... oh and leave crazy to us." He showed who he meant by 'us' by pointing to himself and Derek.

He expected the look of aggravation and annoyance on both of their faces. He did smile at Tara's simple and blunt, "Yeah, no"

Whilst he found it funny. He was not going to change his mind. Derek was an Alpha Werewolf and he was a Fae Prince - despite appearances they were the ones who were best trained to deal with it and come out alive. "It is not up for negotiation."

"Why not?"

Stiles snorted as he didn't think; he would be the one to make the mature rational argument. Still he had a great respect for Tara which is why he answered her honestly. "You are awesome protectors but they are not human so it would not be a fair fight." Then with a shit-eating grin, he added, "Plus Derek and I like you. So we don't want to see you broken."

Derek was proud of Stiles. He had managed to make them see reason without ignoring their purpose in life or making them seem insignificant. "Look let us engage the evil spirit and you take care of the girl."

Stiles chucked the two deputies a necklace. It was ornate and even a mundane would feel the power in them. "Wear these please."

Tara was putting it on as Jordan asked, "What are they?"

"An anti-possession ward/charm."

He was glad there were no more arguments as they were hastily slipped under their work shirts.

Kira wanted nothing more than this to all be a bad dream. She was tired and in pain. There was something in the shadows. It looked like a mummy but she only say it for a second. Her head wound must be a lot worse than she knew. She was hallucinating. That was it.

So simple.

Barrows stalked forward again, roughly pulling her so she would look at him. "You should listen to what we have to say."

"We?"

Barrows grinned and it was horrific, a really demented smile. It was like looking at the Joker come to life. "Yeah he wants to offer you something amazing."

"But why me?"

"Your family and I have a long tradition of working together."

What the hell did that mean? She had never seen this guy ... and she was sure that someone would have said something if they had ever worked with a serial killer. They had never lived in this State - if this was mistaken identity she was going to be so annoyed.

Well if she got to leave long enough to be annoyed that is.

The bandage guy was back, "Let me in Kira and I can make everything right for your family."

Family was everything to Kira. She was raised that way and believed it in her heart and soul. She was wavering and her concussion meant she was starting to fall asleep. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?

Stiles almost recoiled at the sheer evil he could feel in the air. Whatever this spirit was - it was here to cause not just chaos but ruin everything. He had never come across a feeling like it. He was certain that this was the death curse Jennifer had left behind when she was sure of imminent death.

He looked at his mate and they didn't need words to communicate. Derek morphed into his alpha form before they stepped up in the shadows to get closer. Stiles asked the shadows for a favour and they covered Derek's and his approach. No point in being spotted until they were ready.

They were not rushing this and they knew the Deputies were there ready to sweep in as soon as the coast was clear. Right now they would get no further standing here; Stiles knew they had to act quickly when the entity asked to be let in. It was the first step to the possession.

He had always been a believer in if you announce yourself; it should be with a bang and never a whimper. Stiles figured it should be also done with a healthy amount of sass - at least he did. As he stepped out of the shadows, he said, "You know My dad gives regular speeches on bad touch and stranger danger."

He made himself look calm and nonchalant as if there was nothing bothering him.

Kira looked wide eyed and scared for him, which was sweet of her. Barrows turned around and looked intrigued and delighted all at the same time when he saw Stiles. Well until he saw Derek, stalking up towards him by Stiles' side.

He hissed, "LEAVE!"

Stiles took in the scene of the girl tied up, Barrows standing inert. His voice had held an unnatural echo, "So who am I addressing?"

The girl was freaking out and whimpering. Stiles could see the girl was supernatural like her mother as he could see the yellow fox in her aura. He had to give her credit, Kira was tied up and deathly afraid but still had time for sarcasm,

"It's the killer."

Oh Stiles was sure of it. He was just not sure it was Barrows driving the bus. "Stay calm Kira. We'll get you out of here."

"We need the police," she replied.

Stiles rolled his eyes because he loved his Dad and the department but they were not equipped to deal with possession and evil spirits. He aimed for reassuring, "Deputy Hale is right here."

Only thing was, he was a huge Alpha wolf, with dark red eyes and razor sharp fangs, which meant Derek wasn't immediately recognisable. He was scary though as Barrows backed away unsure of what to make of the Alpha.

To the void - He was not known. The Hale family had always had female Alphas. This could be a problem, unknown quantities could throw up problems. Still he didn't want to appear weak or scared, even if he was just borrowing Barrows. "What big teeth you have," he muttered, aiming for levity.

Stiles rolled his eyes, in exasperation as that was far from original - People should leave the dog and wolf jokes to him. "Yeah and he will keep Kira safe from your bad touch whilst we have a chat."

Stiles wanted the killer to focus on him; he had his magic to protect him. He knew that Derek was covering Parish and Tara getting Kira free. She wanted the police and here they were.

"Do you have glowing eyes?" Barrows asked, eyes gleaming bright with fever and insanity.

Stiles was getting the impression that Barrows was being possessed just enough to achieve an aim. "Not just my eyes ... Your friend should know."

There was an interesting flip of the facial features. To begin with Stiles was talking with the spirit, then Barrows and then back to the spirit. There was a change in the micro expressions to show the change of who was in control. For example at the moment, it was definitely the Dark Spirit. Barrows was so much calmer and still in his bearing.

"You're interesting," the Dark entity concluded. It gave something like a smile towards him and wasn't that just the creepiest thing ever. Stiles could say that in light of everything he had seen or done.

Stiles was amused because he was pretty sure he was being hit on. What was it about him that meant evil dudes like to make a pass at him?

He brushed it off with a sly, "I'm flattered but I'm mated."

The entity got closer and Stiles didn't take a step backwards but he could see the image imposed over Barrows. What was the significance of the bandaged head?

"To a wolf," it sneered.

Any chance at playful banter disappeared. The Dark Spirit had just insulted his life mate and anchor on this Earth. It was not a forgivable act. "My Wolf." He said and knew that his aura burst through before he tampered it back down.

Stiles could see the minute it registered his line being drawn. He was with Derek and there was no other option for him. He could feel something batter against his shields. Ironic and smacked of arrogance. He was warded against possession and had the runes marked on his inner thigh to make it a permanent anti-possession. It was something his grandmother had insisted on during his last stay in the realm.

It gave up and shrugged rueful. "You can't blame a spirit for trying."

Stiles smirked, "I'm full of spirit. Just ask Derek - I don't like to share my body."

The Spirit would have pouted. He was willing to abandon his plan of using the girl as revenge for the chance at this body. It was full of energy and power. He realised,

"It seems we're at a stand-off."

Stiles cackled because the Spirit. Whatever it was had no clue, "How do you figure that?" He asked mockingly. He wanted the spirit mad and all its attention on him. So to begin with he fed his ego, "Well you took a killer and hoped to cause chaos." Stiles acknowledged.

"And I succeeded." It was so smug and pleased with itself. It called for an illusion to cast down and trap the wolf. He needed to get out of here with the girl and if he killed some of the damn mutts - all the better.

Stiles could feel the attempt at the illusion. He was not amused, his eyes flashed and the illusion shattered. "Petty parlour tricks." He let all of the contempt show in his voice.

"A Fae?"

"That is me." Stiles grinned as he sent a blast of air that rocked Barrows against the electricity circuits. It fried the possessed body as Barrows had been tinkering with the circuits.

The Void knew he would have to withdraw and quickly. The flies would be useful to get him out of here before the pretty Fae locked him down. It flew away and all he could here on the wind was, "YOU FUCKING COWARD!"

Stiles pouted, "I need to go and talk to her mother and find out just what the hell she brought into our town."

Derek who was walking on two feet again, sensibly just said, "Yes dear."