9 – Been awhile
Stiles:
After leaving the two boys to enjoy a nice walk in the park, I made my way to a nearby bar for my little rendezvous.
I enter the quiet bar, filled with a few lonely men drinking way their problems in the early evening. I feel sorry for them.
I sit down at an empty booth, thankfully no one else seemed to be sitting around so this conversation wouldn't be too weird. I stared out the window for a few minutes before a off-white mug filled with a dark brown liquid, the steam rising up into my face. I looked across from me to see Chris sitting down opposite me, also a mug in his hand.
"Coffee's on me." He smiles, and I smile back, taking the warm mug into my hand.
"Seems like forever since we last talked."
"2 months. Not that I'm counting the days."
"Hmm." He replied, taking a sip of his coffee while I just stare into my cup. "I'm guessing you haven't found anything then? Considering how quiet you are."
"No, nothing here. But Isaac's sure there must be something because he's always saying," I begin, imitating Isaac's posture as I add, "I've just not looked everywhere yet because those damn wolves keep getting in my way!"
"Wolves?"
"Don't worry about them, that's been sorted now. But he's been looking for three weeks now, and come back with nothing. I doubt it's because of the wolves, considering he only encountered them twice."
"Yeah, not much luck anywhere else either."
"What's going on with the others then?"
"Scott's still looking, he's not giving up easily, he wants to find something if anything. Malia has, she should be back in Beacon Hills now if she didn't hit serious traffic."
"And, nothing going on Beacon Hills?"
"Nope, it's been very quiet. No one seems to be attacking, probably because Scott isn't around, so there isn't much of a challenge."
"There's Liam..." I say, and Chris just gives me an unimpressed stare as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Come one, Liam is a strong fighter. He could totally be worthy of a challenge."
"But he's an Alpha. That's probably what any creature wants to take on. Not just a Beta."
"I guess you're right."
"I am right, I've been hunting werewolves my whole life practically. The Alpha is the one everyone wants to take on, everyone else is just a pawn in a game."
"Which means Scott shouldn't really be out by himself."
"Probably, but it's Scott, so we all kind of just let him."
"Yeah, we should stop letting him do stupid things."
"We only do it because at first it's fun and then we realise that someone could die and we have to then get involved and sort it out, which tends to take a while."
"Hmm. Does Deaton have any more ideas?"
"On her whereabouts, no. I'm taking it you've made no more progress?" He sighs, fidgeting with his coat, while I give him a glare.
"Why don't you try figuring out a bunch of random notes and using object to locate a human."
"You did it with Derek..."
"That was very different. This is a whole different situation, and please do not compare Lydia to Derek."
"I'm just saying..."
"In all honesty I just want to be done with this place."
"But Isaac hasn't finished looking around." Chris replies, sipping his coffee again, while I sit there staring at the table.
"Didn't you say Malia would be back in Beacon Hills now."
"Yeah."
"Let's go fetch her."
"Why?"
"Because an extra pair of eyes, she could help Isaac investigate. Then we can get this over with twice as fast and actually go and look elsewhere."
"Why are you so sure there isn't a clue here?"
"I'm not, but if there is it'll probably just send us somewhere else, so we'd still be leaving."
"But wouldn't she be of better use with Scott of in Beacon Hills."
"Chris...please?"
"Fine, we'll go get Malia. If we go now, we can probably be back by tomorrow morning at the latest." He said, finishing off his coffee, as did I.
We left the bar and walked over to Chris' car, and I as I sat down in the passenger side I paused, Chris looking at me.
"What?"
"Does this classify as abandoning the jeep?"
"Really? You're coming back, besides Isaac's here. He'll keep it safe for you."
"Oh God..." I whisper, closing the passenger door and clipping on the seat belt as we drive off down the road.
We stayed silent for a long time, mainly because there wasn't really anything to talk about. I just stared out the window, watching the trees go by and the sky grow darker as we entered the night. In all fairness it was a long drive, but I was fine with that, I meant I got a break from that motel room.
Every day I spent there I felt myself getting more and more homesick, probably didn't help that I had to spend day and night with Isaac who kept layering on the cheapest cologne he could find in order to mask his scent from the wolves...didn't work, did it.
I was starting to doze off in the darkness as we drove down a pitch black country lane, out of habit though I kept glancing at the mirrors.
To my surprise there was a car following us. At first I figured that you know, lot's of people travel at night, there's far less traffic about so you can get there a lot faster, but this car seemed to be closing in fast.
Chris had noticed it, because he kept glancing at his mirrors, growing agitated. "Stiles, brace yourself, I don't know what they're doing." He instructed, and tensed my whole body up, watching the car behind.
After a few second it bumped into the back, and I felt Chris accelerate as fast as he could in this car. The force pushing me back into my seat, but the car behind kept up, bumping into us again, before trying to over take us.
"Shit!" Chris shouted, as the car pulled ahead just enough to cover the lower half of the car. I looked in the door mirror, trying to see the identity of whoever was in the car, but it was too dark. "Hold on!" Chris shouted, as the car hit the back of the car, spinning it out.
Losing complete control of the car, it not only spun out but flipped along the road several times, before everything simply went black...