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I watched as Katherine smooth down her black dress after she closed the car door, before walking over to me.

"Don't you think we should come back another time, Katherine. This seems intrusive." I said as I watched people gather inside the Sheriff's house.

Katherine rolled her eyes, turning towards me. "This is the only time we can get close and not draw attention to ourselves. We will fit right in. So, what is the plan? We have been following the Sheriff around for a week and we've seen nothing but him drinking." Katherine observed.

I tighten my ponytail as I looked over to Katherine. "Okay. And your point?" I asked.

"It will be the perfect to snatch the nosepicker. The sheriff is three-fourths in the bottle…"

I shook my head. "Absolutely not. The boy just lost his mother! I am not taking him away from his father. And I know the father will never survive that." I argued, eying the people on the street to make sure they can't overhear the conversation.

"Now, I'm confused. I thought this was what we were doing." Katherine argued back, pushing her sunglasses on top of her head.

"I don't know what we are doing, but I do know that is not an option. We can protect him here." I stated. Katherine groaned irritably, before walking away from me. I followed after her closely.

She got in line of people filing their way into the house. Just about everyone had some type a dish of food in their hands, mumbling quietly among themselves. Even I had a plate of chocolate chips cookies in my hand.

"So what are we here for then?" Katherine whispered low enough for me to hear.

"Just to meet the boy and that is all. Okay?" I whispered back. Katherine and I entered the house, following the line to a table that variety spread of food. My eyes lingered on the family photos, but I kept moving along the house.

Sheriff Stilinski was looking extremely uncomfortable as everyone continued to hug or give their condolences. From the constant flow in and out of his the past week, the poor man probably just wants some alone time.

Katherine moved closely with me, slipping through the crowds. "I'm going to check upstairs." Katherine said, leaving my side.

I nodded as I watched out for wandering eyes. When Katherine made it upstairs, I moved around, glancing in different rooms.

My phone vibrated. I slid my phone out of my pocket, seeing a text from Katherine. "He's not here."

I frowned as I stepped outside, in the backyard. I went to text her back, but small cries made me freeze. I looked around for the source, but didn't see anything stand out. I stepped off the porch, following the cries.

I made half way into the backyard to see a small child, curled in the tall grass, crying. My face soften as watch the little boy. I looked around, before cautiously approaching the little boy.

His head snapped up, wide hazel eyes, red rimmed, looking up to me as I sat next to him not too close. His hair ruffled, matted to the side he was laying on. I was stumped as to what to say to the grieving boy.

When I lost my parents, I just wanted to be left alone, but he was a young child.

"Who are you?" A small voice spoke to me, my eyes seeking out the boy again.

A small smile graced my face. "Elena. What's your name?" I questioned, folding my hands on my lap.

He looked he hesitant, contemplating talking to me. "I'm Stiles." He paused for a moment, before continuing. "I'm not suppose to talk to strangers." He whispered, looking away from me.

I nodded along, agreeing. "That is very much true, but a little bird told me that you needed a friend right now." I countered. I sighed as I looked to Stiles.

"I'm sorry about your mom, Stiles." I said, trying to comfort him.

His eyes looked down. "Daddy says she is with the angels." Stiles said back, sitting up and crossing his legs.

"She sounds like the best person in the world if she hanging out with angels." I widened my eyes in shock.

Stiles smiled widely. "She is the best mommy in the world!" Stiles continued to talk excitedly about his mom, telling me that she made awesome chocolate chip cookies every Sunday.

We were interrupted as I heard footsteps shuffling through the grass. I looked up to see Katherine heading our way.

Stiles' eyes widened, looking between the two of us. "There's two of you!" He observed, causing me to chuckle.

Katherine stopped before us, hands on her hip. "Stiles, this is my… sister, Katherine." I explained just in simpler terms, ignoring Katherine's looks.

"You found the little boy. A text would have suffice." Katherine said, smirking at Stiles dignified look. His small nose crinkled at Katherine.

"I'm a big boy!" Stiles exclaimed, frowning at Katherine.

I was surprised when Katherine played along. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have noticed, but your pretty short for a big boy!" Katherine teased.

"Well, you are pretty old!" Stiles' mumbled, facing Katherine, hazel eyes squinting at her.

I muffled my laugh at Katherine's feign outrage at his insult. "Take it back!"

Stile's shook his head at her. Before I could protest, Katherine locked an arm around Stiles waist, then started to tickle him. I thought it was the cutest thing, seeing Stiles cracking up trying to get away from her spider fingers.

"Are you sorry?" Katherine said with a wide smile, not releasing him.

Stiles was laughing so hard, red in the face. He couldn't object if he wanted to. "Ye-ye-yess!" He wheezed out, wiggling.

Katherine sat him on his feet, steadying him. He took deep breaths, trying regulated his breaths.

We all went silent when heard someone calling out for Stiles, yet they didn't step outside. The smile slipped from Stiles face, sadness coming right back.

I kneeled in front of the grieving child, pushing the thoughts of my own children away. "Stiles, though it is not the same, your mom is right here." I pointed to head, then to his heart.

"And your mom will always be watching over you." I said. I reached in my pocket, taking out the moonstone that I charmed.

I opened Stiles hand, putting the stone in. "If you ever need anything, Stiles. Just touch this stone and I will know. At anytime." Stiles looked to me, hazel eyes curious meeting my brown orbs. His tiny fingers curled around the stone, immediately feeling the connection.

I almost fell over when threw his arms around my neck, hugging me. I smiled, patting his back. He pulled away and started to run towards the house, before stopping. He ran back, wrapping his arms around Katherine's waist.

She looked a little freak out, before smoothing her features. She laid a gentle hand against his head, patting him with the other. He pulled away, leaving the two of us. We watched Stiles disappeared in the house.

I looked to Katherine, who was stuck looking in the direction Stiles ran off to. Her hand rubbed at her chest.

"Katherine, we should leave, before anyone notice us." I said, snapping her out of her trance.

She simply nodded, following me around the house to the front of the house. She remained quiet as we got in the car and drove off.

Stefan's POV

I parked in the visitor lot of UCLA, looking around the busy campus. I slipped on my sunglasses as I got out of the car.

I walked around the campus, looking for the English department. Giving up, I walked up to the nearest group, which so happened to group of five girls, who spotted me by the way they kept tapping each other, sparing me a glance.

I put on my best smile, stopping in front of them. "Good morning, ladies. I was wondering where I can locate the English department, specifically Rupert Giles." I asked.

One girl on my right face lit up as turned towards me. "I'm actually headed to his classes, right now. I can take you." She volunteered. She stepped away from the group, sending her goodbyes.

"Thank you. I very much appreciate that." I said, watching her blush as she walked ahead of me.

I followed her for about thirty seconds before she started to ask questions. "Are you a former student of Mr. Giles?" She asks.

"No, I am not. I'm doing research and I heard he specializes in my topic. What are you studying?" I asked, making conversation.

"I'm studying Investigative Journalism. Not the most exciting course, but it is my passion." She downplayed her choice in career.

"Well, I believe that is an important job. Journalist keep people informed and keep things relevant. I have a friend, Marla Cambridge, in investigative journalism. Her works focus on the sex trade. Her work has saved lives, because she constantly making the issue in the media. It's honorable work." I said, stopping after the girl, who smile couldn't get any brighter.

"What is your name, if I may ask?" I asked, opening the door for her.

"Kendra Sykes." She says as we walked in a lecture room.

"Well, Miss Sykes, I look forward to reading your work." I smiled at her as her blush deepened. She waved at me, before heading to the front of the room. I took a seat all the way in the back of the class, sitting near the aisle.

Students flood the room, taking their seats, talking among themselves. I sat up straight when I saw a older gentleman, exiting the side door by the lecturing platform. He carried a briefcase, while pushing up his glasses.

His hair, streaks of gray and brown, was cut down short. He sat his belongings down on his desk, then fixing his sweater vest. From his stature, I could tell he was in good health, but his deep wrinkles showed his stressful years.

He smiled up at his class. "I hope everyone read contemporary poems over the weekend, because you have a test today." His light, yet very distinctive British accent, spoke out.

I smiled lightly as I heard the collective groans from the students. He set a stack of papers on one desk, telling them to pass them back.

I took one of the test for the hell of it. He gave the class hour and half to finish, but I was done in twenty minutes.

I sat through the whole lecture, enjoying the reading of some of my favorite poems.

"I want everyone to write a five page analysis on one of T.S. Eliot poems." Mr. Giles said, before dismissing the class. Everyone filed out of the class. Kendra gave me a quick wave before leaving the room.

The door closed, echoing through the room. I went to stand to approach Rupert Giles, but his voice stopped me from moving.

"Who sent you?" Rupert Giles looked up to me, cleaning his glasses with a white cloth.

"A mutual… acquaintance. He referred me you, because you might be helpful on." I said, getting up from my seat and walking down the stairs, towards him.

"I don't care who referred you. I'm not in that life anymore. I just want to be left alone." Rupert Giles stated, shuffling his papers, before sliding them in his brief case.

"I respect that, but there is a big threat looming on the horizon, threatening everyone. I all ask is that you tell all that you know, then I'm gone. Never to be seen again." I offered, hoping to lighten him up. I would hate to compel him.

A dark looked, anger clouding his eyes. "There will always be some kind of threat. And why would you think I would help your kind? I think your species has taken enough away from me." Bitterness seeped in his words.

Silence fell between the two of us, before Rupert took his briefcase and turned to walk away.

"Have you heard of the Naturalis Elementis?" I asked, watching as he stopped, shoulders tensed.

His breath hitched as he looked over his shoulder. "What did you say?" He whispered, looking me in the eye.

"Naturalis Elementis. And from the look you just gave me. I can assume that you know something about it." I spoke. I saw the resolve, but I knew what he could possibly tell me was going to be massive.