Two hours for sunset. It doesn't matter how much he walks, all the game traps are empty. He hadn't eat in two days and his body is starting to feel the consequences. He feels weak and tired. It doesn't matter how safe his stash might look, he can't sleep, he won't sleep until all this is over and his daughter is safe.
He keeps walking slowly, to make sure that he is undetected. The pheromones were a good idea, it would make harder for the wolves to find him even Scott in case Allison forces him to look for him. He owes Deaton so much, it doesn't matter what he says about it must happens this way, he is afraid that all the favors he is doing for him have a secret toll for Chris in the future. He wishes he could talk to the faces in the wind like him and understand what is going on, and find a way to keep his daughter safe. He wishes he could bind again.
Damn burden He thinks moody.
His stomach cramps and he knows that if he doesn't eat soon he will be in danger. If there is an ambush… He will die. He just hopes that Deaton have seen anything better for him than just starving to death alone in the woods.
And speaking of the woods…Well, something is going on here. Of course he knows it is related to the Fenrir and those morons that came after him but… He hadn't find any clue of them in all the days he has been hiding. It is stupid to hide in the woods with them in there but at the same time it is a good strategy, they wouldn't look for him under their own noses, and even if they tried they wouldn't be able to do it so easily, he found a good place to hide and the only time he is in danger is when he is desperately looking for food.
Like now for example.
He still has to check a couple of snares near the Derek's cabin so he hopes he is lucky and finds something to eat. God! He is tired of raw meat, he wishes he can have a steamy steak, he could engulf it in one bite. How long he will have to stay this way? When is he going to find the lair? He needs a plan, he needs more weapons, but with Jeremy gone, his friends death, he is lonely, it is unreliable that he must fight an army of thousands wolves by himself.
Like in the old times He thinks and chuckles.
It was different back then of course, he had Victoria, he could bind too. He was another person.
No. He doesn't have to kill a thousand wolves. He just need to kill one…Well, maybe another two more, though he isn't sure of that yet, could he? Could he be able of such thing? Oh god! Just the thing of killing those boys… Even if they are werewolves… Allison would be very disappointed, right?
He sighs and shakes his head. There is no time to think about those morons, he needs to find food to keep his research in the forest and put an end to all this before it is too late.
He slowly leans from behind an oak's shadow and spots the rope with something dangling in its end at just fifty feet away. What is it? He can't see it right… But, it looks like a hare.
A snowshoe hare? How lucky!
He slowly comes out and stealthy reaches the snare to take a closer look. It doesn't make sense. Is rare to see them on day light and it doesn't look….
He comes below it to untie the rope and then he feels it. A warm liquid falls on his hands, he looks up and see the blood dripping from the animal…How...How is it bleeding?
"Hungry uh?" A female voice says at his back.
A shiver runs down his spine.
Chris quickly spins tugging out his guns to face the she-wolf.
….
It is a complete change, it is like coming back to her actual life, the one she longed so dearly. People are walking down the hallways quietly. Nurses stop to exchange gossips. It is like all the things that have been happening in the town vanished, as if it was all a misunderstanding, a cold nightmare.
There are patients though, many of them. But hospitals are usually crowded with them, but… There is something weird about them, she can't exactly but…They look pretty healthy for her.
Melissa keeps walking and waves a couple of nurses, they wave back and she continues her walk.
Even though everything looks fine, the guys in the black clothes hadn't go, there are at least two of them in every hallway. Always checking all the patients, doctors, nurses and visitors, as if they are looking for something. If they only knew god! She wishes she can tell them, but it is too risky, she doesn't know at which point the government knows about supernatural things and she dreads that something might happen to her and her son if she opens her mouth.
The tests they made to Simon and her days ago were pretty normal, just some blood samples and a full check out of their bodies and of course… A talk, a long talk with awkward a weird questions about sex, drugs and everything else, they also asked if they knew the man who attacked them and if they had seen him before.
She wasn't the only officer who got stuck in that situation, all her unit was taken to the laboratory with Julie.
She feels anxious and scared, she can't stop thinking about longshot and his warning, she can't sleep in well either. She feels like if she let herself have a full night sleep she will wake up to find Beacon Hills turned into a battlefield with monsters all over, people dead in the streets and rivers of blood beneath her feet. That's the reason she needs to find him right now. She is supposed to be patrolling but she can't help it anymore she needs to do something.
She knocks his door.
"Come in" His familiarly calm voice says from the other side.
She spins the nob and gets inside.
"Mel" He says with a smirk detaching his eyes from the sheet of paper in his desk.
"Hi" She says listlessly closing the door at her back.
"Are…Are you alright?" He asks with concern. Oh god! How can he ask her that after all the things they lived the past days?
She shakes her head.
"What's wrong? Are you sick? When the symptoms started?" He says with shaky voice.
Melissa chews her bottom lip. Watching Simon changing so quickly reminds her of who he is, he isn't just a doctor. He is her best friend, that's the reason why she needs to do this, it kills her to see him this concern and scared all suddenly. After all the things he lived the past year.
"I'm not sick" She denies with a sly grin. "I just needed to talk to you"
"Are you sure?" He asks with some relief.
She nods. "I'm just concerned about you"
He chuckles. "Why?"
"I think you should leave town" She explains looking away.
Simons takes a minute to process what she just said and then speaks. "I…I don't understand what you mean"
"Is she still locked in that room?" Mellissa says as she approaches and takes seat before him.
"Who?" He says frowning confused.
"That woman, Julie" She whispers afraid of what might happen if someone is eavesdropping.
"Why are you whispering?" He mutters with concern.
"I don't know Simon…It's just…Something weird is going on here, tell me, hadn't she left the room this days?"
He shakes his head.
"See?"
"What?" He says with frustration. "Mel, you're scaring"
And she is actually, he looks so paled and preoccupied and even though he is right to…She can't help sniggering a little for the funny look of his face.
She sighs. "Simon, she hadn't find yet what is going on, no one knows what is going on, they aren't even sure if it is a virus after all, the man said he got bitten by something"
"He…" Simon starts fearful. "He must have been mistaken, he must have confused the whole thing and…A virus…"
"No Simon, you know it can't be a virus, have you ever seen a person become a monster, grow claws and have red glowing eyes because of a virus? You are a doctor you know that there is no such thing"
He shakes his head. "No but…"
"You need to go"
"Mel…."
"I'm serious Simon, take Stiles and runaway before something awful happens, I got a weird feeling, something bad is about to happen"
He gaps. "That's more than a good reason for me to stay, I'm a doctor I must do all in my power to help people, I can't just runaway and leave everyone"
"What about Stiles?" She says sternly. She knows this is an awful thing to do but she needs to keep him safe. "What if Stiles gets infected by this so called virus? What are you going to do? Watch him die….The same way…" She can't finish the sentence, she feels like the worst person in the world.
And by the way in his eyes she knows what she meant to say.
"Nothing is going to happen, Julie is going to find a cure and…"
"What about HIV? Did they find a cure yet? It's been decades what if this 'virus' is one of those kind?"
"No…" He shakes his head. "It can't be"
"It could"
"You see to know a lot about it"
"I…" She looks away. "I'm just guessing the worst scenarios"
"Bullshit" He grunts. "You know something" He accuses.
No! She doesn't know anything! She just… Can't help feeling that all this… Crap! She should have talked to Stiles, convince him to run away with his dad.
"Tell me" He urges her. "We could help to sort out all this, if you know something…"
"I don't know what is causing all this" She says calmly.
"But you have your suspects, don't you detective?" He asks arching a brow.
"I'm not a detective" She says glaring at him embarrassed.
"Yet" He affirms. "Tell me Mel, maybe you could help solve this mystery"
She sighs. "I….I know this is going to sound stupid but…"
"But what?"
"What if this…Is something else?"
"What do you mean?" He says not getting her point.
Damn it!
"I mean like, what if all this was something fantastic? Something you thought couldn't be possible"
"I think we all agreed that this is something from otherworld, are you saying this might be an alien illness? Something from other planet?" He frowns.
"Not exactly another planet, but what if it could be from something like a fairy tale?"
"Like demons and those stuffs?" Simon chuckles amused.
Mellissa sighs again, it doesn't matter. He won't believe it. "Forget about it, just go please"
"Mel, you should be patrolling the streets instead of coming to tell me about virus from outer space, people are freaking out with all this"
"What do you mean?"
"People are paranoid, every hour comes more and more people, no one knows exactly what is going on but everyone is scared of getting infected, I saw many persons walking in the streets wearing masks to protect themselves"
"I…Didn't notice" She says thoughtful.
"People want answers and there is nothing in the news, all is kept secretly, I'm not even sure if someone despite the government knows what is going on here, they're trying to hide everything"
"See? Another more reason to get the hell out here! I don't like this Simon, I don't like this at all"
"Mel, even if I wanted to, there is no way out"
"I could find a way, I could bust you and Stiles out" She assures though she isn't quite sure if she is capable, but she will try without hesitation.
"What about you?" He says confused.
"I can't go, I'm a cop and my work is to keep this place safe"
"So I must go but you stay?" He says bitterly.
"Is different Simon. It is my job and I can take care of myself, you have Stiles you two must…"
"What about Scott?" He grunts. "Are you going to keep him here too?"
"I…I…I don't know what I'm going to do but you…"
"What is Longshot's daughter at your house?"
"Simon please! Stop making so much questions! Just let me help you"
"I'm sorry Mel, I can't go"
"Why you have to be so stub…?"
"I can't go and leave you and Scott behind, I wouldn't forgive myself if something happens to you both"
Mellissa balls her shaking hands and looks away feeling her cheeks reddening. She hadn't expect that! She didn't think he could…
Simon stands and comes to her side of her desk to hold her tight against his chest.
"You don't know how to fire a gun, you're not trained…If something happens…If something happens"
"Everything is going to be alright Mellissa, I promise" He says in a reassuring and calm way that she almost believes it.
"If you it makes you feel calmer, I promise I'll keep an eye on Julie, if she finds out something, you will be the first in knowing"
"Promise me that if she doesn't find anything soon you will leave" She begs.
"I promise, but only if you come with me too" He mutters.
Mellissa tops short, sighs and nods.
….
"I'm sorry for disturbing you sir" Says Scott embarrassed.
"It's alright, it had to happen this way" The man replies with a smirk.
Here we go. Thinks Stiles rolling his eyes.
"So?" Derek starts frowning. "What do you know?"
Dr. D sighs. "Follow me" He beckons and starts walking out of the living room to head to his secret basement.
Scott and Derek exchange glances and Stiles grits his teeth. Are they seriously thinking that Deaton could betray them? Well….Stiles isn't the bigger fan of the doctor but… He wouldn't be able of such thing, right?
"Let's go" He urges them and makes his way downstairs.
The place is the same as Stiles recalls it since the last time he was there months ago, the night Jackson was turned. Is a small cellar with many cabinets and drawers inside which Deaton hides all his twisted mojo things.
The surgery table isn't in the middle of the room as usual. Instead is replaced by a big haste of black twigs.
"What is this?" Says Derek pointing at them.
Dr. D ignores him and goes to the other side of the room to grab some stuff from one of his drawers. "Make a circle around it" He orders. "You'll be able to see it better that way"
"What thing?" Stiles asks interested.
"Deaton I have no time for your tricks, do you know something or not?" Derek grunts and stops before the twigs at Stiles' left.
"Sadly I must say it isn't as easy as knowing or not"
"What do you mean?" Isaac asks frowning.
"I do know a story that could answer some of your questions, but it isn't as helpful as you might expect"
"Tell us then so we can leave you alone" Derek says bored. "What is going on?"
Dr. D saunters around them whispering words in low voice. Stiles can't understand them but with every single one spoken he feels a weird squirming inside him, the air is turning chill, he can see his breathing now, the light bulb on top of them is flickering slowly but while the seconds go by its rate increases along with Dr. D's voice tune.
The wolves are anxious, Stiles can see it. They crane their necks in all directions as if they are hearing something, and by the look on their faces it must be something terrifying. Stiles is happy he doesn't have supernatural ears or else…
"The thing you saw the other night was wendigo" The man suddenly says and the lights go off.
"A what?" Jackson says with shaky voice now that they are submerged in a cold and thick cloud of nothingness.
"A wendigo" Deaton repeats and a high pitched growl explodes in the air as orange flames burst in the middle of the circle and the wolves and Stiles step back taken aback.
Stiles tilts his head toward Scott and Derek, both of them are staring at the fire intently. He looks at it too and then he sees it. A tiny version of the beast, from the other night walking around in the middle of the fire, floating and spinning as in one of those animations samples of videogame characters.
The memories of that night comes to Stiles' head, the fear, the anger, Scott bathed in blood, that brief second in which they almost died. It is so real and distant at the same time. Derek is right, Stiles can't keep hiding it. He is scared. There is something awfully disturbing about the wendigos.
A cold breeze makes him shiver as a get Goosebumps and his head sways. They just not kill; they are vicious and extremely rare, they hadn't been seen in centuries because of what happened.
That night, reading the binding book alone in the room. Learning about werewolves not believing that they were real…
"What are they?" He hears Isaac say.
"Cannibals" Stiles speaks aloud. The world squirms and burns and hurts, his chest is throbbing and he his mouth is dry…He is thirsty, why he is so thirsty?
"How do you know that and I don't?" Derek says moody next to him.
"They are the result of an act of cannibalism. Yeti, Bigfoot, abominable snow man, call them what you want they are all the same. Victims of extreme starve who tasted human flesh from one reason or other"
"How can you get turned in a monster by eating human flesh?" Says Jackson in shock.
"How can you get turned in a wolf by being bitten by one?" Says Stiles still with his eyes fixed in the flames while the world spins around him, and hears some cars horns no too away from the store.
He can't move his eyes now or his legs, actually his whole body is numb and the only living thing in it is his mouth because his brain…. He can't focus his mind and even though his lips keep moving swiftly.
"The hunger turns you in a monster, as soon as you have tasted the human blood something awakens inside you, the appetite grows and now you crave for it, you want it desperately, bit a bit you become insane until…You turn into a savage and as your mind your body starts changing until you become one of them"
"It looks like you have been reading the binding book" Says Deaton Sternly.
"I… I" Starts Stiles in a soft whisper. Damn the thirst…The heat. It is so annoying.
"Curious, because there are only two copies in this town, and one is in the desk at your back" Points out the man with piercing eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Says Isaac.
"Stiles?" Says Deaton looking at him straight in the eye.
"Come on Lydia I'm really thirsty, just let me go to the store and get a coke, I'll be back in no time" Stiles replies chewing his lip.
"S…Stiles?" Isaac or Jackson says.
"Yeah that pair suits you well, can we go for the coke now?"
"S…Stiles?"
….
"Are you sure?" Lydia purses her lips and arches a brow.
"God Lydia! This is why I don't like shopping" Says Allison pointing at the floor where at least another twenty pair of boots and heels are awaiting for her friend to try them.
"Oh come on Allison! What is going on with you? You're too butchy today"
Allison shakes her head. "Lydia you promised you would just come a buy a pair"
"I know but… They look so….Beautiful" She says staring at the rows and rows of shoes with greedy eyes.
Something is definitely wrong with her.
"Can we go for a drink now? My throat is scrappy and I feel like being next to a bonfire" Allison begs feeling sweaty and sticky.
Lydia frowns. "Are you okay honey? It's freezing cold here inside" Points out the cheerleader.
"I'm fine, I just need a soda" She affirms standing up.
"Just another pair I promise" Lydia says waving at the sales assistant"
"Just another and we'll go" Allison grunts rolling her eyes, but Lydia isn't paying attention, her eyes are fixed in the heels that he woman is bringing to her.
"They are beautiful" She says excited.
"All of then suit you awesome Lydia, can we go now?"
"Oh you're just like Stiles, it was the same when we came to pick a dress for…" Lydia is saying but then she stops and cranes her neck toward Allison. "You're so alike sometimes"
"What do you mean?" Allison frowns.
"I can't explain it but… Sometimes when I'm with you it feels like…Like if he is around"
"Oh Lydia I think you finally lost the… No, I'm not sure how I know, I couldn't have read the book"
Lie…She knows she read the book.
"Allison?"
"I'm telling you, I don't remember saying any of those things"
"Allison are you alright?"
"Is not that, maybe I read about wendigos when I was searching what this assholes were"
"Allison you're scaring me" Whispers Lydia softly.
Allison snaps and frowns at her friend. "What? Why?"
"Be…Because of what you….You just said" Replies her friend with shaky voice.
Allison chuckles. "Come one Lydia, I'm not seriously going to kill for a coke, it's was in figurative way"
"That's…That's not what you say" Lydia says open mouthed, her bright eyes are now wide open.
Allison's heart gives a lurch. What is going on to her friend? Is she feeling alright?
"You said about researching people, about a…we…wen…Wendigo"
Wendigo? How can Lydia know about wendigos? What is going on here?
Allison cranes her neck, the sales assistant is staring at her the same way Lydia does.
Allison pretends a smirk. "Come on, so many shoes are making you hear things"
"Allison…."
"Lydia, I really need a soda right now. I'm literally hot"
"Alright, let's go" Lydia agrees with gritted teeth and a frightened look on her face.
….
"What did you just say?" Asks Derek taking him by the arm to help him stand up.
What…Is he doing on the floor?
Stiles looks around as Derek hauls him up, everyone is staring at him openmouthed beneath the light of the fire before them…Everyone but Deaton of course.
"I said that I thought those things were mutant werewolves" He replies blinking.
"No Monkey, that's not what you said" Isaac whispers.
"You said what wendigos are" Jackson says in an almost accusing tone.
Stiles shakes his head. "What? How can I…? I don't know what you are talking about"
"You said they were people who became monsters because of cannibalism" Derek affirms sternly steadying him.
No…How… He looks at them confused. Did he really say that? How?
Then it comes to his mind a brief memory of the past minutes.
"How do you know that much? Deaton said you don't have a binding book" Scott grunts. "You have been getting in trouble again, did talk to someone else about this?"
Oh! He wants to talk now? Stiles balls his hands, he is really mad at Scott right now. "Is not that, maybe I read about wendigos when I was searching what this assholes were"
Scott glares at him.
"Doctor" Stiles breaths out confused.
"You were right" The man says with calm. "There are people who believes that wendigos were born as a result of cannibalism in Native American tribes, but there is also another version of the story, one…That almost no one knows"
"What do you mean?" Derek inquires tilting his head toward him.
"You'll see, wendigos are commonly known by living in forests around villages, feeding from human flesh but… Also they are known as something that went wrong"
Now all the eyes are on Doctor Deaton, everyone is holding their breath, there is something scary by the way the man said "wrong"
"What do you mean by wrong?" Isaac asks cutting the silence suddenly.
"When I as being trained, in the library of the academy I found a book that have fallen below the shelf, it was almost impossible to find but since I was short and a little clumsy I ended up in the floor picking some things I have dropped and I found it"
"It was a bestiary or something like it?" Stiles asks leaning with interest.
Dr. D shakes his head. "It was a cooking book actually, a pretty old one, probably one of the firsts in the world"
"But then… What…?" Starts Scott.
Stiles hadn't hear his voice since they got there, he feels his insides squirming, he didn't do anything when Stiles fall…When did Stiles fall? And why?
"I was checking the recipes. I was really curious and it was then when I found it, and even older parchment with a story written on it"
"What it said?" All of them ask at once.
"Basically it told the story of two tribes in north Alaska, they had been in war for many decades and none ever succeed in destroying the other"
Stiles chews his bottom lip.
"The story says that an owl, big as a tree came down one night from the moon and stood in front of one of the chiefs to tell him how to win the war using a weapon"
"A weapon?" Scott muttered. "What? Like a gun?"
Yeah a gun Scotty Stiles thinks bitterly.
"A creature"
"What kind of creature, a Wendigo?" Asks Isaac.
Dr. D shakes his head. "A creature swifter than wind, wiser than time, stronger than avalanches and impossible to destroy"
"Did they win? What happened with the creature?" Derek says amazed.
"Don't rush things Derek" Replies Deaton quietly. "The chief did as the owl bid him, but it didn't matter how hard they try, it was always the same. Every time they tried, the victim of their experiment became an uncontrollable monster. A monster they called Manaha and was later known as Wendigo"
"What happened then? How they did got rid of them"
"As I said, Wendigos are the result of something that went wrong. They were unstable and lasted just a couple of hours, the longest just a few weeks. All of them ended the same way, bursting in blood spontaneously"
"So, they never achieved their goal" Says Stiles more to himself than anyone else.
Dr. D nods. "After a couple of weeks, both tribes disappeared"
"That's all?" Asks Isaac incuriously.
"Not even a name of the creature?" Adds Scott frowning.
"I'm afraid not" Says Deaton Sternly.
Bullshit. Thinks Stiles with anger, he probably knows but he doesn't want them to know because of his policy of not getting involved unless in is on the wind.
"So…We don't have anything to worry" Says Isaac thoughtful. "They always die, so all we have to do its keep them busy until they die, right?"
"It's not that simple" Replies Scott with certain look in his eyes. "We need to stop the Fenrir and his pack before the turn the whole town into monsters, because it is them, they are the ones doing this"
"And both, the pack and the Wendigos are stronger than us" Adds Derek nodding.
"Actually, those aren't the things you should be concerned about" Intervenes Dr. D sauntering around the fire. "Remember, if they success in their research, Beacon Hills will be just the tip of the iceberg"
"But you said the tribes never reached their goal" Jackson Points out.
"I never said that. I just said that they disappeared, maybe the Wendigos or something else killed them all"
"But someone must have survived or unless we would know about it" Stiles says thoughtful.
Dr. D grins at him.
"Wait a second" Says Isaac thoughtful. "If the Wendigos are much stronger than us"
"And if they find the missing piece in their puzzle" Continues Scott.
"We are all dead" Chuckles a voice at their backs.
Stiles cranes his neck and finds Marin sitting in the stairs with an amused look on her face.
"Marin…" Her dad
"That was a beautiful story" She says with a delighted smirk as she stands and approaches them. "Why you didn't tell stories like that one when I was a little girl?"
"It would have probably scared you" Replies her dad with a chuckle.
"Don't be dramatic, I would have handled it pretty well, I'm a tough girl after all. I can take care of myself"
"You're not going Marin" Her dad warns.
"You can't stop me, we're nearer than ever to the wind's blackout. Maybe I'm the one who must make the decision. Maybe after I'm gone you'll be able to see how it ends"
"Wait, what are you talking about?" Says Stiles confused.
"I'm here to help you guys" She says with a smirk. "I studied Native American history after all, I don't know about this creature but… I think I know someone who does, though he is hard to find I'll do my best to do it, sadly the voices didn't tell me where he is right now"
She is going to help! It could put the odds on their favor!
"I don't know for how long I'll be gone, so here is the deal losers, in exchange for the information about the creature you must promise you'll take care of my dad"
"I can take care of myself" Dr. D snorts sharply.
"I mean it" She says with a stark look in her eyes. "I don't know how long I'll be gone, and less when will be their next move, so you better find a way to protect the town while I'm gone"
"Marin I…" Her dad starts.
"It's alright. I packed yesterday I'm leaving right now" She says with a grin and approaches her dad to give him a hug. "I love you dad"
"I love you too honey but…"
"You can't stop, this needs to be done if we want to find a way to stop all this"
She waves goodbye to Stiles and the wolves and climbs up the stairs.
"So… We need a plan" Says Scott with his jaw set.
"I already have one" Replies Stiles with a grin.
…
They never made it to the smoothies because on their way there Lydia saw a beautiful strapless dress and she couldn't miss the chance to try it. At least Allison is calmer now, the air is a bit cold inside the dress store and she is sitting in a pretty comfortable couch staring at her friend walking like a magazine cover's girl around the mirrors while more and more people stop outside the store to watch her stunned.
Allison rolls her eyes.
"I'll take it" Lydia says with a beautiful grin on her red lips.
"You're a shopaholic, you know?"
"And you're sniveler" Replies her friend chuckling. "Come on Allison, when was the last time we went to a party?"
"I don't know Lydia I just… I'm not in the mood for parties"
"Allison you can't keep punishing yourself because of your dad, It's been six months I'm not telling you to forget about him, all I ask you if you try to smile more often, you have a beautiful smile, you can't deny it to the world"
"You're right" Allison grins.
"So… Are we going out tonight to the club? I'm sure we can get to meet a pair of gorgeous guys"
Allison frowns, it would be crazy to go out with all things happening, she doesn't even know how people are acting so normally with the town being put on quarantine. "Maybe next week, we got an exam tomorrow, remember?"
"Piece of cake" Replies Lydia coming out of the fitting room with the dress on her hands. "Let's checkout"
After paying the dress Allison and Lydia come out of the store, finally they're going to get something to drink or eat or whatever, Allison doesn't care, she is feeling anxious and she doesn't know the exact reason. Maybe it has to do with the Wendigo talk but… She feels like she needs something to keep her mind busy.
"Over there" Says Lydia pointing at the coffee shop at the end of the hall.
"Alright, let's go" Allison follows Lydia inside the coffee shop and they find the place crowded with tons of their class mates.
"Oh look there is Emily" Says Lydia waving at one of her friends for from the cheerleading squad.
Allison watches Lydia go where Emily and her boyfriend are sitting and she stays in the line. When it is her turn to order Lydia appears again.
"What will you want?" Asks her friend cheerful.
"I don't know…I think…" Allison looks the menu on top of the wall next to the clock and stares at the hour openmouthed. It's pretty late already. How is that she spent half of the day with Lydia there?
"I got a brown mocaccino" Says Lydia suddenly next to her.
Allison blinks and turns to catch take it and thank her friend when she spots him.
Standing in front of him is the guy… The man from school, the one she saw talking with the principal….That guy with the green eyes and the familiar…
Allison's heart gives a lurch, she doesn't know why but… "I have to go, its late and my uncle must be concerned"
"But…" Is saying Lydia and Allison steps back.
She trips with something and falls on her back. She closes her eyes awaiting for the struck of the ground against her skull.
"Are you okay?" A voice says suddenly and Allison opens her eyes. The man's hand is on her back, and he is holding her. Helping her stand again and even when it is impossible he is… Holding her mocaccino with his free hand, not even a drop slid out of it.
"I…." Allison starts with shaky voice.
She meets her eyes with Lydia and then with the man.
"I have to go" And said so, she runs away.
….
"This is insane" Roars Scott with despise.
Stiles looks away with gritted teeth.
"It's a good idea actually" Says Isaac thoughtful.
"He is right Scott, we need to do something and this sounds like a pretty good idea" Agrees Jackson though he looks pretty concerned by Scott's look.
"I don't care if you agree or not, I'm doing it anyway, I can't stay arms crossed while the whole town turns into Wendigos" Stiles replies bitterly.
Scott glares at him and does the same back. He was his best friend, the person who would be next to him always, no matter what. Just like their parents but this? Stiles won't allow him to treat him this way, he knows that he is the reason all this shit is happening, he gets it and he hates himself because of it but… It doesn't matter, he will fight against the Fenrir, the Wendigos, his curse, even against to that indestructible creature if he has to, but he won't let anything happen to the place where he was born, the place where his parents met and where all his good memories lie.
He spins and faces Derek "What do you think?" He asks.
"You wanna die?" Derek archess a brow with a mocking grin on his lips. "Then do it, it's your death wish"
"I don't care if you're the pack leader Derek, I'll help him" Says Jackson defiantly walking toward Stiles to stop next to him.
Stiles cranes his neck toward the boy and smirks, he can't believe there was a time when he didn't like Jackson. He is such a good friend.
Derek snorts. "You can't help him, you can't touch the dirty, and it's forbidden for the supernatural"
"What do you mean?" Jackson asks confused.
"Why you do think we brought the monkey? He can release the bind, Deaton wouldn't let us in without him, only humans can get to touch graveyard's dirt, we aren't allowed in holy grounds, until the day… The day where this world and the other are bound"
"Wait a second…" Jackson mutters with sadness. "I won't be able to visit my grannie's grave again"
"Only on Halloween" Derek replies nodding.
"That's so unfair" Jackson roars. "How… How are we going to spread such amount of dirt if we can't touch it?"
"Yeah right?" Scott laughs. "Even better, how are we going to get enough graveyard dirt to cover the whole town?" He arches a brow amused.
"I never asked your help" Stiles shots with his jaw set.
"Oh right! Please Stiles tell us how you are going to protect the whole town with your magic powers! And how you plan to surround everything with the graveyard dirt in one night"
"Why you have to treat him that way? At least he is trying to do something!" Isaac growls stepping before Stiles and Scott. "What is your plan Scott? Fight every day until Marin comes back?"
"I…I…" Scott tries to reply but he his speechless.
Stiles has to choke a laugh.
"Guys, it is dark already, if we're going to do something, it must be now" Jackson interferes.
Stiles checks his clock. He is right. It's now or never. He turns toward Dr. D who hadn't move or talk since he said his idea aloud. "This must happen, doesn't it?" He says with a triumphant grin.
"They are right there" Dr. D replies pointing at the dark corner at Stiles left.
He squints and spots them and they are…. HUGE. It will be impossible for him to carry them to Derek's car.
"Don't worry, the truck is waiting behind some bushes in the wood line" Deaton replies with a grin.
"You knew about his plan?" Scott asks openmouthed.
"I've been collecting the dirt and the stories for years for this day" The man nods.
"The stories?" Jackson says confused.
"I must forge a link between the fertility line and myself, by paying my respects, am I?" Stiles asks chewing his bottom lip.
"That's right" Deaton affirms. "You must be careful, it isn't like protecting a home, the town is really big, it will take a big toll on you"
"What?" Says Scott with shaky voice. "He might….Die or something?"
Stiles can see the fear leaping through his best's friend eyes.
"He will be okay, Stiles has a great will, but he must be careful, that's all"
"So…We have a plan?" Isaac says excited.
"We have a plan" Stiles replies with a grin.
"I won't take part in this" Scott says suddenly walking out of the basement.
All of them watch him go in silence until Isaac speaks again. "I'll talk to him" He says before disappearing.
"It's okay, you don't have to" Stiles says pretending he doesn't care.
When Isaac disappears in the top of the stairs Stiles feels a grip in the arm and he finds himself being dragged by Derek to the other side of the room.
"What…What are you doing?" He asks trying to break free stubbornly.
"We need to talk first" Derek says moodily.
"What do you want?"
"Look…" Derek starts looking around as if trying to find the words in his head. "The war might begin in a few hours, Scott and you need to stop acting like kids"
"Excuse me?" Stiles grunts. "I'm acting like a kid? He is the one who said all those things! He might be right but he hurt my feelings and it doesn't even matter, he is the one who doesn't want to talk to me anyway!"
"God!" Derek says losing his patient. "Didn't we have this conversation before? He is just trying to protect you, that's the reason he pushes you away"
Stiles doesn't reply. It did matter what he say, Derek won't understand.
"Look, Scott is going through a lot right now, he has the burden of the town, his family and Allison on his shoulders, you could easy the things a little for him if you…"
"If I what? I forget about drawing the borderline?" Stiles grimaces.
Derek shakes his head and chuckles. "No, actually is a pretty clever idea, if we find the way to keep them trapped in the forest until Marin is back we might have a chance"
"You think?" Stiles asks openmouthed, he can't believe Derek Hale is supporting him. "Well, it's natural I always have great plans"
Derek holds a laugh. "Like getting into the woods to fight werewolves when you weren't even sure if we were real"
Stiles glares at him. "That's different, you were driving me crazy, with all that 'don't get into the woods or you'll regret it'"
"Anyway, those were other times, back then there was a pattern, now random people is dying for now reason, we need to be careful"
"We?" Stiles frowns. "You can't help me with the line" Stiles reminds him.
"I know" Derek nods. "But you're not going alone either, we will be there if anything goes wrong" Derek affirms sternly.
Stiles steps back shocked. They really believe in him and his plan, even Derek. If only Scott…
"You don't need to worry, I can take care of myself" Stiles affirms.
"I know" Derek nods. "But is better if we go with you, if a Wendigo finds you, you could be in a lot of trouble"
"I get it, but…"
"Let's go" Derek groans rolling his eyes. "I'll get the truck"
Stiles sighs and goes to the darkest corner, where the sacks await for him. Bit a bit he slowly pushes them to the stairs and finally Deaton agrees to help him when the boy is struggling with the steps.
An hour later all the graveyard dirt is outside the doctor's house, and now with an extra half hour they are in the back of the truck. Deaton gives stiles a couple of sheets of paper and Derek starts the truck.
Stiles looks around and finds Isaac and Jackson lurking in the shadows, awaiting for them to start, but there is no trace of Scott.
Stiles glances down, turns on his phone's flashlight and starts reading the stories to forge the bond with the line of fertility.
Derek drives in silence to let Stiles read while they approach the quietest street connected to the woods. Here, Stiles climbs down of the truck and opens a tiny hole in one of the sacks and then they drive away while Stiles keep reading. It is a long and slow trip, they must make sure that an actual line is drawn while Stiles keeps reading aloud. Mary Lou Stevens, mother of the Harry Stevens, was a good wife and mother, teacher in Beacon's Hill high school, lawyer and housewife, beloved and missed, she had two sister with whom she used to spend Sundays playing cards and drinking some tea, her favorite meal was casserole made for her older sister who learned the recipe from their mother.
More and more stories, artists, engineers, robbers, police officers, chefs, there are tons and tons of them, with fascinating stories and anecdotes to tell, as he reads he can feels how bit a bit his body starts turning heavy and his eyes are closing by themselves, he must blink and shake his head to stay awake it's been almost two hours and finally they are reaching the end of the line they are going to do it! He just have to wait a little longer.
Marcus Thatcher five hundred feet.
Jenny Maddison two hundred feet.
Terrance Bower fifty feet.
Claudia Stilinski… Stiles stops short… His mom… There is dirt from her grave in here…How? Deaton must have collected it as soon as they brought her body here. Stiles doesn't know how to react. Deaton should have tell him, it isn't fair! But…At the same time he knows it is a good thing. His mom loved this town and this peoples, she would be more than happy to help somehow.
Stiles starts reading the story he already knows and then recalls the he forged the bond days ago, when he went to see her…When he heard those cries and…
They stopped.
"Derek what are you doing? There are only ten feet left! We just…."
"Run!" Cries Derek pushing Stiles out of the truck with a single push at the moment Stiles hears the sound of metal bending and many high pitched snarls fill the air.
….
She can't stop thinking about him. His eyes, his mouth, his hair. That handsome man in the mall, holding her, glancing down at her with that deep stare.
There is something weird about living with the McCall family. It's been almost a week and… It is not like she feels home but... There is something disturbingly comfortable about being in here. She misses her dad though. She still can't believe he is alive and she wishes she can find him to help him with whatever he is planning but instead she must stay here.
She opens the door. All the lights are out, which means that Scott and his mother hadn't come yet. What have happened at Deaton's? Did they know the truth already? Why Scott isn't here to tell her what is going on as he promised? She knew she couldn't trust her, he is probably with that Derek.
She comes upstairs and takes a bath. It's pretty late by now. Eventually Scott and his mom will show up so maybe they would like to get back and find their dinner made.
She is not sure if she steeping over the line but at the same time she wants to be grateful with Scott's mom, if it wasn't for her, Allison would be stuck in the foster house.
She walks into the kitchen, opens the fridge and frowns thinking what she might cook for them. After several minutes she grabs some carrots and potatoes, a chicken and spices. As she cooks she can't help thinking about the man in the mall, about her dad and all the things that have been going on. Scott said early that there are rumors of virus. She is not sure but… She feels like everything is related, her dad, the monsters, the wolves, the virus. She just…
"Oh hey!" Says a voice at her back.
Allison whirls taken by surprise and quickly spins to meets her eyes with Scott's mom's "Hi Mrs. McCall" She embarrassed.
"Oh please Allison call me Mellissa" The woman says blushing.
"I'm sorry, Mellissa"
"What are you cooking? It smells delicious" The woman says with a dreaming look in her eyes though Allison can see how tired and concerned the woman actually is.
"Um… Something my dad taught me" She replies listlessly.
"Wow!" Mrs. McCall says impressed. "I didn't know longshot cooked"
"He didn't but…Since my mom died…"
Scott's mom glances down with sadness. "I'm sorry I didn't…"
"It's okay" Allison affirms with a grin. "Would like some? It is done already"
"Yeah, just let me take a bath, I'll back"
Allison smirks and Mrs. McCall comes out of the room. She finishes cooking and starts serving in the plates when the woman is back.
Allison takes seat in the table and eats in silence. Mellissa takes her dish and takes a spoonful of vegetables in her mouth. "They are soft and but not lumpy, excellent"
Allison blushes.
"You should give Scott son cooking classes, he….Needs to learn a lot"
"Allison chuckles, he's not that bad" The girl affirms.
"I don't know, he had change his cooking since…"
The woman stops short holding her spoon in midair. Allison knows the reason, she was about to say "Since he is a monster"
"I'm sorry I didn't…"
"It's okay, you're right, Scott needs to learn, he has changed a lot and he still needs to find a way to get in control of his senses, I'm sure his food is so surly because his nose is stronger now"
"Yeah, I think you're right" Mellissa McCall says too casually taking the spoon to her mouth.
Allison can feel the tension now, she hadn't been too long here but since then, they hadn't mention Scott's condition at all. She suspects it has been this way the past six months. It must be something pretty uncomfortable for his…
Mellissa cracks in laughs suddenly.
"What…? Is everything…"
The woman shakes her head sunk a wave of giggles. "I'm so sorry honey, it's just that was too formal"
"Formal?" Allison frowns.
"This is so surreal, I'm trying to stay calm and act as it is a common thing, like I have a gay son or something but…My son is a werewolf…It's been six months for god sake! Why I can't get used to it?"
Allison chews her bottom lip staring at Mrs. McCall with some empathy. She knows what she means. She can't just hate her son for being something he can't control, crap! There was is karma hidden somewhere in that thought.
Allison knows it, the woman is laughing not to cry. "Maybe, you could start by mentioning it occasionally, like oh honey I can't find the mustard could you smell it for me?" She suggest with a smirk.
Mellissa stops laughing and stares at Allison sternly. Oh crap! She stepped over the line.
She cracks in laughs again. Louder this time. "You're right, it could be good, I'm sorry. I really need to get used to it, he won't change any time soon. Isn't he?"
Allison shakes her head with a bitter small.
"Where is he by the way?" The woman says suddenly. "Don't… Don't tell me he is in trouble"
"No he is at… Dr. Deaton's place"
"Deaton's? Why?"
"He said he have some answers about the things that have been going on and I don't…."
"He knows about all this mess?" Mellissa says impressed.
Allison nods.
"Why he didn't tell me?"
"Well…I…"
"You know what? I'm really mad right now, your dad and Deaton knew about monsters and creatures for years and they never said a word to me"
"I…I guess they were trying to protect you" Allison says thoughtful.
"Protect me? I'm a cop! I'm supposed to be the one protecting people here! Now turns out that my bests friends are all badass except for me"
Allison chuckles.
"Simon… Simon knows about this too?"
"Simon?" Allison says confused.
"Stiles' father" Mellissa explains.
"I…I don't think so…Or at least that what Stiles thinks"
"That could explain why he doesn't want to leave the town, maybe he knows something about that monster that attacked the hospital"
"Monster?" Allison gasps.
"Oh I'm sorry, it was supposed to be confidential information"
"What kind of monster you're talk about?"
"They are not like werewolves, well at least not like the ones I have seen, they are scarier and at the same time they are human, they don't fully change. I have only seen one, but there have been other two patients infected, the government is talking about a virus but I know is something else"
"Oh my god!" Says Allison shocked.
"It was the scariest day of my life, all that blood and people dismembered, he ate their limbs! Oh I'm sorry we're having dinner…I'm so sorry honey I…"
"It's alright" Allison affirms while she thinks…Human flesh, a human turned into a beast that feeds from human flesh… It could be any creature, many do it after all but there is something that doesn't fit here…It is bugging her in the back of her mind…She recalls grabbing the book of binders one day months ago looking for werewolves, the creature, the creature… A now she knows the reason that is what she said to Lydia today, the Wendigos! But how….How did she now that beforehand? It is impossible…Unless…Unless Stiles somehow told her about.
God she is losing her head!
"Are you okay?" Mellissa asks with concern.
Allison nods. "Yeah I'm alright, I'm just tired"
"I can't believe my teenage son is trapped in so much troubles, I mean what I am thinking? I'm his mom and he is underage! I can't just leave him go to fight monsters and at the same time…I don't know what do to or say, I feel like I have no right to stop him"
"You have your right, you're his mom no matter what" Allison affirms. "But you must trust in him too, right now they are probably finding the way to get us all out of this mess"
"You think?" Mellissa asks biting her lip.
"I hope so" Allison replies and takes another spoonful.
….
He knew it! He knew something like this would happen, why they didn't listen to him?
Scott grits his teeth and balls his hands.
Stiles is lying on his back on a side of the jeep while Derek comes out of the pilot's seat swiftly and lumbers against the shape on top of the truck.
Scott is approaching the truck when he feels and invisible force keeping him away from it, it is like running in an endless path.
A hand comes out of the wood line and grabs Stiles by the back of his hoodie.
"Are you okay?" Says Vernon dusting out Stiles.
"Vernon!" Stiles says shocked. "What are you doing here?"
"Hello boys" Says Erica's voice suddenly and Scott's blood starts running cold on his veins. They are here! Those bastards who fooled him and everyone months ago.
"Traitors!' Scott roars cornering the truck and dashing to push Vernon away from Stiles with a kick.
"What you think you're doing?" Stiles says angrily.
"They are the ones who killed those guys remember?" Scott glares at him.
"Look out!" Derek says at their backs.
Scott cranes his neck at the moment he sees how Erica takes one of the truck's front rims and shove it straight at Scott and Stiles.
He grabs his best friend from his side and jumps into the road. He rolls on the floor and stands feeling a sharp object digging into his back. He pants and squats.
"You're such a girl" Eric replies with a devilish grin on her red painted lips.
"Stiles!" Scott hears Derek call aloud. "Close it! You're almost there"
Scott hurries to help Stiles to stand but Erica grabs him by the shoulder sinking her claws deep.
"You're a bipedalist now?" He shots furiously trying to break free from her grasp, feeling how the blood starts pouring over his shirt.
"Oh honey! We're more than that! We have our own packs now, we are alphas" The girl sniggers. "We're stronger than you'll ever be"
Damn it! She is right! Scott can't stand a chance against her! She is too strong, and Vernon can't help him. He is too busy fighting Vernon. He needs to think in a plan, like the ones Stiles is used to do. He needs to find a way to make her release him but how?
He tilts his head to the side, where Stiles is slowly rolling out of Erica's sight to get back on the crumbled truck.
"Where you think you're going?" Erica says with despise glaring at Stiles.
Scott takes his chance, takes a handful of dirt from the floor and blows it in front of her face.
She shrills! "What did you do you stupid pup?"
Scott breaks free and runs after Stiles. "Get out of here now!" He yells.
"No! I can't go! I have to finish the line!"
Why you have to be so stubborn? Thinks Scott having a hard time to control with Stiles' scent in the air.
"There is no time! You can die, don't you get it?"
"If I succeed many lives will be saved!" Stiles replies breaking free from Scott's grasp to run back the truck.
"Come back here!" Scott hears Eric cry but he has no time to react, another figure is now over him. It is a man, no a wolf, a hybrid, wild and scary scratching his whole body with its sharp needles while Scott struggles to not let its massive fangs to reach his face.
He punches it in the stomach and sends it flying backwards when he spots another bipedalist standing in the wood line. He knows what the wolf is by the way he moves trees aside using just a finger…Such control… It is unnatural!
"Leave something for me" Says the blonde bipedalist with a mocking grin on his face.
"Come and get it!" Scott roars dashing toward him, passing next to Isaac who is strangle-holding the hybrid and Jackson who is running to join Derek against Vernon.
"Oh come on! I want something better than a pup, I can see your milk fangs from here" Laughs the bipedalist.
"I will show you of what I'm capable, I'm sick of all of you!" Scott growls furiously and then he hears it. A sharp a painful cry. Stiles!
Scott cranes his neck.
"I should have done this the first time I met you" Erica says delighted and then sinks her nails inside Stiles' throat and slash it in a single flick of her wrist.
Stiles falls down on the floor making scary noises until he stops moving.
"Stiles!" Scott cries trying to run after him but it is too late he is…
"I will show you what I'm…" He is saying and then snaps. He is facing the bipedalist… What the….?
"I should have…" Erica is saying.
Déjà vu?
She won't allow it! It will be different this time!
Before she has time to finish her sentence Scott is sending her away with a kick in the stomach. She cries and falls feet away from them.
He is alive! Stiles is alive! But how?
"You're okay!" Scott mutters openmouthed, holding back his tears, helping friend stand with his trembling hands.
"Scott…S" Stiles starts.
A snarl. Not just a snarl. A very distinctive one.
Scott jerks his head to his left and finds it. The wending comes out of the wood pushing away everyone on its way.
"It's my chance! I have to finish the fertility line" Stiles says running away from Scott.
"Stiles wait! You can't do this on your own!'
"I have to do it" The boy cries from his back.
Scott spots him taking a handful of graveyard dirt from the pile spread because of the truck's sudden accident.
The Wendigo is now over him. Scott steps back and prepares to attack it, there must be a way to take it down. It can't be that hard! Everything it this world has to die eventually.
He breaths in and lungs against the best, but before he has time to react the monster jerks its head as following his nose toward….
"Stiles!" Scott yells.
His friend turns on his heels openmouthed trying to protect his face with his hand while the Wendigo swings a massive arm to tear him apart.
Scott jumps but the monster shrills and is sent flying back. Scott ducks it before it lands over him but it keeps going backwards until it lands on its back several feet away.
Scott looks at Stiles who looks back at him as confused as he probably is.
"What the hell was that?" Says Jackson joining Scott.
"I don't know I think it was…" Scott is saying when Stiles suddenly passes next to them.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Jackson shouts.
Stiles saunters around the beast and stops facing the forest.
"It's the dirt…" Scott mutters shocked. "Is the dirt"
Stiles punches the best in its back with the hand holding the blessed dirt. They hear an explosion while a wild wind burst from all direction and the best is sucked in the woods as if it was struck by a giant punch.
It disappears into the night but Scott can hear now the threes falling where it probably landed.
"Motherfucking boy!" Eric roars lumbering at Stiles who is still standing still watching at his hands with his jaw dropped.
Scott takes his chance and grabs her by the back of her neck.
"Let me go!" She screeches.
"I'll do it, don't worry" Scott replies using all his strength to send her back to the forest.
When she falls Scott spots Vernon running toward her. "Erica! Are you ok?" The boy asks with concern.
Jackson leaves Scott to approach Stiles.
"Dude that was…"
"Look out don't touch me!" Scott's best friend says quirkily, like the dumb boy he has always been. "I'm sorry it's just, I don't know what will happen if you touch me right now"
"He will probably end up with his ass in the moon" Isaac chuckles joining them.
"No, I'm like a line right now, you just can't touch me, but if I try to hurt you… Well, that's another story, whatever you do stay away from my punches" The boy cracks in laughs.
"What are you talking about? We won!" Says Jackson cheerful.
"Not yet" Stiles grunts and runs to the other side of the road where Derek is laying on his back below the feet of the bipedalist.
"The descendant of Loki, the most wanted wolf in the world, the great Derek Hale, not much than a waste of sweat, I want my time back" The bipedalist laughs stepping harder on Derek's neck.
"Leave him alone" Stiles warns him.
The bipedalist slowly tilts his head toward Stiles. Scott, Isaac and Jackson stand next to him. "Are you seriously threatening me boy?" Laughs.
"I….Yes I am" Stiles replies steadying his voice.
The blonde werewolf holds a laugh. "A human?"
"I sent your friends back where they belong" Stiles arches a brow daringly.
"Stiles I don't think…" Jackson starts but he shuts up as the bipedalist lungs against them.
Scott dashes to meet him but he gracefully dodges him and stops in front of Stiles scratching his chin thoughtful. "A binder" Says with sarcasm. "A teenage binder that thinks that he stands a chance against…" He stops short and opens his eyes wide while his nose starts moving almost by itself.
"What… What are…?" He starts but Derek cuts him off.
"None of your business" The pack leader growls taking the bipedalist from his back but he quickly let himself go. "Don't tell you seriously thought that…"
Another explosion sound and the bipedalist falls over Eric and Vernon moaning. "I… I…"
Stiles walks toward them slowly and releases the dirt on the ground before them to close the line.
"You will be a great wolf boy! I can't wait for the Fenrir to give you the bite" The bipedalist says rapidly as he stands facing them from his new cage.
"What are you talking about?" Scott demands standing next to Stiles.
"Do you smell it?" He laughs despitefully.
"There are stories" Isaac says sternly at Scott's back. "They say that you can know who could be a good werewolf by their scent"
"He will be a great addition to our pack" The bipedalist affirms with glowing eyes.
"I don't think so" Stiles laughs. "Now that you and your Fenrir are trapped you…."
The wolf laughs. "I'm trapped, but he isn't"
"What…What do you mean?" Scott says dreadful.
"Are you really think we're living the woods? What do you think we are savages?"
What? They aren't…They aren't….? No!
"You just trapped a few of us. The rest is in the town with you, and when the time comes, the Fenrir will release us and you binder boy will be ours"
He licks his lips and disappears in the darkness followed by Eric and Vernon.
…..
There is something weird going on here, what was that noise? Chris is not sure, it was like threes falling. He shakes his head and takes a piece of roasted hare from the fire. He can't believe he is alive. Who is that She wolf? She seems familiar somehow, was she pass of the Council? No, She looks too young.
"Hello handsome" He recalls she Said hours ago when they met.
"Who are you?" He asked pointing at her head with his guns. "What do you want?"
She grinned. "I came here to invite you to a party Christopher, l have two friends that have told me a lot about you for they can't want to see you"
She meant… Damn it! He knew they were alive!
"So…"He starts sternly. "You heard the stories?"
She nodded
He chuckled "Well, I don't like to be cocky but...They are all true"
Chris gripped tight his guns and Shot frantically against the woman.
She recoiled and swiftly ducked all the bullets as if it was just child's game.
"You are good" He said glaring at her.
"I'm more than good, I'm a bipedalist"
"Bipedalist, Fenrir. Three eyed devil. I don't Care, I'm gonna send you to hell anyway.
She snorted. "Don't make me laugh" She stepped forward. "You are just an old Silver who can't even bind a meal to not starve to death.
"If you think so why don't you finish me now?"
She Shook he head. "That would be too easy, if I take you with them now they will rip your throat out too easily and that wouldn't be fun at all."
She was a sadist for sure.
"And…." She ok added starting to Step back. "I'm curious to know how are for doing to hide your scent from us"
"I guess I'll die with my secret" He chuckled.
"We will see that"
And said so she vanished.
Chris takes another bite and swallows slowly while is a little burned. No food I no phone, no Alisson. He misses his daughter, now the idea of running away again doesn't seem that crazy.
He takes a look at the Nagnitia mushrooms that grow inside the cave, he is so lucky to find them here, if it wasn't for them the Fenrir and those morons would have found him. That Scott boy is clever, he chose this place to hide his mother and Alisson months ago beaus he knew the traitors wouldn't be able to catch their scents inside this cave.
Chris sighs. Damn bipedalist. He thinks and sighs, he I s danger but while his daughter is well protected he doesn't mind what might happen to her
….
When Scott got home last night she was already asleep, so she doesn't know what they have talked to Deaton, She wants to know, and confirm her theory of knowing about the Wendigos beforehand.
Sadly Scott is falling asleep in his chair at the back of the classroom and the physics class is about to end Stiles is just a couples of seats away from her, so she could talk to him as soon as the class is over, it will be time for Mrs. Greenberg class after all, and since the woman is sick they will have a free hour to chat unless Harris decides to come early and then lives miserable as usual.
"Alright guys I'll see you in or next class for the exam "Says the physics' teacher happily before leaving. This is her chance! She stands up before Lydia comes up with one of her great ideas and Alisson ends up in trapped in the mall again and walks toward stiles' seat.
"Hi" she says with a grin.
"Oh hey" replies listlessly, he looks pretty tired
"So… "She starts casually. "Did you guys talked to Deaton yesterday? Because something we'd happened to me when I was. . ."
"Alison not here" Stiles mutters looking at both sides frightened though thought their spark Alisson Can feel that he is dying to ten her something… Something good! Good news! Finally Some good news!
"Relax, we can talk freely, everyone is leaving already, is time of Greenberg's class and since she is sick I think we can have some spare time to…
"Everybody sit drown please, my name is…" She hears a man's voice say at her back.
Alisson turns on her heels embarrassed and disappointed when she meets her eyes with the ones of the man standing before her. It's him! The guy from the mall, the same one she saw talking with the principal. She doesn't know why but… He looks so…
"Excuse me miss, would you mind to take a seat?" He asks frowning at her.
Allison blushes and looks around most of her classmates are sniggering with their eyes fixed on her, except for Lydia who is busier stripping their new teacher with her eyes.
"I'm… I'm sorry" Alisson says trudging back to her seat.
The class state normally, they stay there staring at the man in silence talking about how many good books are out there to read and how young people should read more. She might be a little paranoid but she can swear he looks strength at her every six minutes.
His green eyes, aren't just beautiful but… oddly familiar, as is she had. . .
"Alisson!" Lydia calls aloud snapping he fingers before Alisson's eyes.
"Uh?"
"The class is over, stop drooling and let's go" says her friend with a giggle.
"I'm… not… I'm not drooling"
"Yeah, Yeah whatever you say honey" Lydia replies incredulously walking out of the class followed by Alisson.
"Excuse me miss" She hears the man's voice calling at their backs.
Alisson turns embarrassed. "Are you talking to me?" She asks through she knows the answer beforehand.
"Can you wait a minute? I need to have a convention with you"
Allison's heart gives a hop. What would he want to talk to her? She cranes her neck toward Lydia who's staring at her openmouthed.
Alisson nods waits for everyone to leave Scott and Stiles included, damn it! As soon as everyone is out the air becomes heavy.
"Come here" He orders.
With Shaky hands Alisson approaches him slowly, they meet their eyes and he grins "Your last name is Argent isn't it?"
Alisson quickly kicks him in the chest. Damn it! She has no weapons with her! What is she going to do now? She runs as the door but it is too late, his hand is on her hair and a knife at her throat.
"Now, you'll do everything I say, okay?"