Hello every one here is the long awaited chapter five! yah i hope you all enjoy this chapter till the next one i might post another one later in the week cause i'm going to see Linkin Park! i'm so Excited!
Disclaimer i do not own Black butler or Teen wolf as much as i want to! sad.
Chapter Five- His Butler, Encounters
The scent Scott picked up led them to the Hale house which Stiles noticed was still the same burn out shell that it was.
"Are you sure she came here?" Stiles asked Scott as they all got out of the Jeep.
"Yeah, I'm sure my nose never lies." Scott told Stiles. The three looked at the house in front of them.
"You're just asking for another dog comment, but has Lydia been near the house before?" he asked them, as Allison shook her head.
"Not with me, maybe she came here on instinct. To probably look for something." Stiles began to look around the area and sighed to himself.
"You don't think she's looking for an Alpha, do you?" Scott asked at both Allison and Stiles as Allison tipped her head to the side.
"It would make sense. Wolves need a pack, right?" she replied.
"Not all of them, though." Scott noted, meaning him.
"But wouldn't it be instinct to be drawn to an Alpha? To be in a pack." Allison pointed out and she did have a point. Wolves were stronger together than they were if separate, but it also made the Alpha of the pack even stronger. While Scott and Allison tried to figure out why Lydia would come to the Hale house. Stiles noticed a wire on the ground.
"Hey guys I think I found a tripwire." Stiles told them, Allison walked over to his side and Stiles pulled it.
"Stiles–"Scott called to him. Both Allison and Stiles turned around to see that Scott was caught in the trip and was upside down, but they couldn't resist to laugh.
"Oops." Stiles said.
"How about next time we see a tripwire we don't trip it." Scott suggested.
"Noted." Stiles replied.
Just as Allison and Stiles were about to let Scott down, Scott heard someone in the woods and told them to hide. As he hung upside down, Chris Argent came into his view. "Scott?" "Mr. Argent." He replied simply smiling up at the man from his vantage view.
"How are you doing?" Chris asked, this wasn't going to be pleasant conversation.
"Good. You know, just hangin' out. Is this one of yours? Works like a charm." Chris rolled his eyes at him.
"What are you doing out here, Scott?" He questioned. Scott noticed that serious tone in his voice.
"Looking for my friend." He replied.
Chris nodded in agreement. "Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now. Part of the clique? Am I right? Or do you use the word pack?" Chris stared at him. Scott shook his head.
"Actually, clique sounds good. Pack is becoming way too mainstream."
"I hope so. Because she is Allison's friend, but is special like you. One I can handle, two is pushing it."
"I completely agree." Scott told him. Chris thought Scott was trying to be funny.
"Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?" There was an underlined threat coming from Chris' voice.
"Considering the length of the word, I'd rather not." Scott told him.
"A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Take an enormous of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that. Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary." With that, Chris left Scott upside down and walked away. It wasn't until he was gone when Allison and Stiles appeared.
"What was that all about?" Stiles asked him.
"It's just another life–threatening conversation with Allison's dad." Scott replied. Allison began working on releasing the trap.
"Thanks. But I think I got it." Scott told her. With a swift motion of his hand Scott snapped the wire and landed on his feet. He couldn't resist to make a smile.
"Show off." Stiles commented. As they knew that they could do nothing else at the moment till the hunters where out of the area.
Later after dropping off both Scott and Allison he headed toward his house . He reached his home and as he opened his door he felt a shadow behind him.
"Sebastian?" Stiles asked as he walked in his home not bothering closing the front door as he knew Sebastian would close it in his stead. "What do you have for me?" Stiles asked as he headed toward his room Sebastian following right behind him like a shadow.
"Master we seemed to have lost her trail passing the Hale home." Sebastian replied. "On another note there seems to be an Omega on the loose. Bard was the one to follow the scent it lead him all the way to the graveyard where he said the scent disappeared as it seems that both Lydia and the Omega passed one another at one point." Sebastian stated as he stared at his master who sat on his bed.
"There is nothing we can do at the moment then?" Stiles sighed as he began to get a migraine. "Sebastian just keep an eye out I'm going to sleep maybe I can think of something on how to locate her." Stiles ordered as Sebastian nodded as he transformed in to his cat form as he snuck out of his room as he left his master in his room.
"Where could you have disappeared to?" Stiles muttered to himself as his eyes closed as he dreamed of the day he met Sebastian.
The next morning, the police had the cemetery surrounded, it was now considered an official crime scene. The Sheriff was questioning Isaac about what happened the night before as his father stood beside Isaac during the interrogation.
"You work for your father, Isaac?" The Sheriff asked.
"When he's not in school. Which is where he needs to be in 20 minutes." Mr. Lahey responded with a snip as he had a scowl on his face as he stared at the Sheriff.
"Yes, I understand, but there's a missing teenager running around here naked. The dogs picked up the scent here. I would really like to find her before tonight's freeze."
"He'd remember seeing someone naked running around through here. Especially a girl." Mr. Lahey replied with a laugh as the Sheriff noticed the teen's uneasiness.
"How'd you get that black eye, Isaac?" He asked Isaac.
"School. I play lacrosse." Isaac responded very quickly much the Sheriffs curiosity.
"You play for beacon hills?" The Sheriff responded with a bit of a smile.
"Yeah." Isaac replied as he noticed that Derek was also at the scene behind a tree. His facial expression in a scowl as he noticed he seemed to be sniffing the area around him in curiosity.
"Ah, my son's on the team too. Though from the looks of it he seems to be a bench warmer more than anything. "The Sheriff noticed a worried look on Isaac's face.
"Everything, okay?"
"Yeah, Stiles right? He is very… well Stiles." He said. "I was just remembering we have a morning practice." Isaac replied lamely. He looked back in the same direction, but Derek was gone.
"Sorry, didn't mean to hold you up. Have a nice day." The Sheriff apologized.
"There is one thing though. We've been having a few grave robberies lately, but mostly its jewelry. This one was different."
"How so?"
"They took her liver." Isaac told the Sheriff as he nodded in acknowledgment as he walked away from the Lahey's. With more questions than answers…
Stiles sighed as he was at school in the one class he did not share with Scott but shared with Alisson. He stared broadly outside the window in looking out into the parking lot and landed on Sebastian's form who was sleeping on top his jeep in his cat form.
"Mr. Stilinski care to tell the class what you seem to find so important outside?" The teacher called out startling Stiles as the whole class now stared at Stiles who jumped a bit in his seat as he was caught not paying attention to what the lecture was about.
"Eh? Nothing Mr. Spears" Stiles replied as he was busy fuming at Sebastian forgetting him in trouble.
"Hmm. Very well then. Try not to daydream again." Mr. Spears said in his drawl voice as he pushed his glasses up on his nose as his lime green eyes continued to observe the teen before him. As Mr. Spears restarted with his lecture.
After the class ended Stiles knew he had a few minutes from his break that the school offered as he headed straight toward his car ignoring the stare he got from Allison.
"Sebastian what are you doing here." He said softly as he knew the rest of the student body were looking at him and the cat. Sebastian meowed at him as under his paw was a piece of paper telling him on what he had found out of the Omega in the town and still no luck on finding Lydia. "Go home Sebastian I'll give you a treat later." Stiles said as Sebastian nodded as he ran toward his home as the rest of the student body thought nothing of it.
As much as he hated keeping information that was mildly important from Scott to know he was not going to tell him what else Sebastian had found. 'Let Scott deal with only finding out that Lydia was stealing livers and may be eating them. After all we didn't get anything from Jackson in the morning, just that if Lydia did turn into a werewolf she would be ten times the bitch that she is.' Stiles thought as the bell rang for the beginning of class. 'Though Jackson bleeding black blood in chemistry is a bad sign that the bite isn't running Jackson… Sebastian is just going to find some more information on were wolfs and see if he can find anything on black blood that doesn't involve that the one who received the bite isn't dyeing.'
Stiles sat in his seat as class began and noticed as Scott sat down that they had a new teacher and she was strange, as her hair was white as snow with a violet tint to it as she seemed timid as she stood in front of the class. He noticed she was soft spoken as she introduced herself as Ms. Anafeloz and would be their math teacher for the rest of the year as Mr. Smith had retired. Now this was interesting for Stiles as she stared at the teacher as she began to teach as Scott seemed really tensed sitting next to him.
"Dude, what is she?" Scott whispered to Stiles as Stiles shrugged as he knew he could not smell what Scott was smelling.
After the class was over Stiles noticed that Scott seemed to have ran out of the room as he tried to catch up to him.
"Scott what the hell is your problem." Stiles asked his friend as they were in the hall away from the door and prying ears.
"She feels weird." Scoot tried to explain. "Like every hair on my neck was up and her stench she smells of blood and brimstone." Scott then realized that the new teacher smelled like Stiles cat that gave him the creeps. "She smell like your cat." Was all Scott said as he began o walk away from Stiles who now had a hard look on his eyes. He knew what the teacher was now but now he had to find out who had a contract with her and why was she here.
After school Stiles knew he had to meet up with Scott near the cemetery to help him with watching if Allison was okay be he had detention with Harris. He wouldn't be surprised he Harris was a demon but Sebastian told him since the beginning of high school that Harris wasn't but that he was something else which Sebastian had been tight lipped on smiling at him every chance he got.
The hour passed and it was torcher as he stared at the clock as he began to stand up to get out of here but Harris stopped him.
"Sit, Mr. Stilinski." Harris said as Stiles sat glaring at Harris.
"But it's been an hour already." Stiles replied back.
"My detentions are an hour an half." Harris replied back glaring at Stiles who knew was total bull shit.
"You can't do that!" Stiles practically yelled out as he tried to hold his temper.
"I can and I will. Since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now sit down, before I decide to keep you here all night."
"I wish I sicked Sebastian on you when I first saw you." he mumbled to himself.
"What was that?" Harris asked as he looked at him.
"Nothing." He replied and sat back down glaring at Harris who glared right back at him.
After Harris let him go he quickly ran toward his jeep as he headed toward the cemetery were from where he parked he saw that were Kate Argent was being buried were reporters trying in vain to talk to the Argent as he smirked to himself as he knew that the town and the Underworld were going to pay attention to the Argents now weather they liked it or not. That is till he spotted Gerard Argent as he grabbed the camera from the kid that gave him the creeps at school. As he neared Scott he noticed Gerard took the memory of the camera and broke it as he handed it back to the frightened teenager.
"Who the hell is that?" Stiles acted clueless scaring the crap out of Scott from his hiding spot.
"Allison's grandfather and an Argent." Scott said his voice filled with dread.
"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean, there's an off chance of them being the non-hunting side right?" Stiles said as he knew better than what he told Scott and he noticed that Scott didn't seemed to believe his lie either.
"I know what they are. They're reinforcements." Scott replied as Stiles knew that his friend was right; it was then when both of them got caught by the Sheriff and were placed in the cruiser.
4–1–5 Adam. Dispatch radioed in. The Sheriff who sat in the front radioed back.
"I didn't copy that. Did you say 4–1–5 Adam?" Scott gave Stiles a confused look.
"Disturbance in a car." He informed him.
They both listened in on the call until they found out the location of the incident. Something had hit an ambulance and there was body at the scene. Both snuck out the cruiser before the Sheriff even noticed.
When the Sheriff did finally notice that both Stiles and Scott disappeared from the back seats of his cruiser he was furious.
"Stiles." He muttered.
Also what the Argents, Stiles, and Scott didn't noticed was that in the mass that consisted of the reporters around the funeral that was being held by the Argents was a man in butler suit with a strawberry blond boy who had one of his dark blue eyes hidden under an eye patch as both stared at the place where Stiles and Scott disappeared to.
"That's him your highness." The dark haired man told his young charge.
"The one in the red sweater right that's what Hanna described him to be in today." The boy replied.
"Yes. What do you wish to do?"
"At the moment nothing Genim will just come to me and I will pay him back to what he did to big brother and then he will be mine." The boy replied as he began to walk away from the funeral. "After all Gerard Argent is here there is nothing we can do to him till he is gone we don't want to draw attention to our self to we?"
"Of course not highness."
"You are too good to me Cluade." The boy replied smiling as he stared longingly at were Stiles's dad was at.
Stiles pouted a bit as Scott left him to deal to see the carnage a few feet in front of him from the ambulance. He didn't mind the carnage that he saw before him as he had scene worse when he first met Sebastian what ticked him off a bit was Scott leaving him there. He had found out that Lydia's scent and followed it. As he was about to leave and have Sebastian with the rest of the idiots look for Lydia she suddenly walked in to the crime scene and what he deduced to be true she was naked. She stood shaken up in front of the paramedics, officers and Stiles who blinked a few times as he stared at the scene before him.
"Well is anyone going to hand me any clothing?" Lydia shuddered as this snapped Stiles from whatever funk he was in as he hurriedly took off his zip up hoody as he handed it to her as it was a few sizes too big.
"So Lydia do you remember anything at all?" Was all he asked before Lydia was pulled away from him annoying him as he had to get Sebastian on getting information out of Lydia one way or another and stopping Gerard as he knew this was not just friendly visit Gerard was here to declare war on the supernatural here in Beacon Hills for his psychotic daughter's death.
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