Sorry for the late post just got off from work but here it is Chapter Six i hope you all enjoy and i will try to post at least maybe not a definite promise two more chapters before i go on vacation! I'm so happy! finally no work for two weeks it will be heaven.

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Chapter Six- His butler, Alarmed

Isaac and his father were having dinner together, it was quiet and Isaac could feel the tension in the air. Especially, since his father had asked about his grades.

"So far, it's an "A" in French and a "B" minus in Econ." Isaac told him quietly avoiding his father's gaze. Things between him and father haven't been exactly roses and daisies, it was bad, hence the black eye.

"Oh. What about chemistry?" Mr. Lahey asked casually Looking up from his plate to Isaac. Isaac stumbled around his words.

"I'm not sure. Uh, midterms are in a few days so it could go up." Isaac replied quickly, he noticed a shift in his dad's body language.

"Well, what's it at now?" He heard his dad ask casually.

"The grade?" He squeaked out a bit fiddling with his fork in his hand avoiding his father's gaze.

"Well, what else would I be talking about Isaac?" Mr. Lahey's voice was still calm and steady, along with his demeanor, but Isaac knew better. It doesn't take much for his father to get angry.

"Uh, I'm not sure." He told him nervously. Isaac knew that he was digging himself a hole and it would only get worse.

"Isaac, no need to lie. Just tell me the grade. You know unless you want to take this conversation downstairs." He meant the freezer. That horrible place where his dad would lock him up and forget about him until the morning.

"It's–it's a "D"." Isaac admitted. Mr. Lahey set down his fork and knife and looked at Isaac. Isaac could see his father's mind working, he held his breath as he looked at his father from his curly bangs.

"All right. It's a "D". You know I'm going to have to find a way to punish you though. You know, I have my responsibility as a parent. So we'll start with something simple." His tone was calm to calm and it was putting Isaac on edge. "How about you do the dishes and clean up the kitchen, okay?" Mr. Lahey told him. He was still too calm; Isaac hurriedly nodded in agreement. He hoped that was all his dad was going to do.

"Good," Mr. Lahey continued. "Because I– I'd really like to see this place spotless. Do you know what I'm saying? You know? I mean this entire kitchen." Mr. Lahey threw his cup to the ground as it shattered Isaac quickly jumped up.

"Absolutely– Spotless." His dad threw another cup and it shattered against the wall close to where Isaac stood on the floor. Isaac looked up at his dad with a piece of glass in his cheek. "Well, that was your fault." Mr. Lahey told him not caring that he could have blinded his son.

"You could have blinded me." Isaac told him, but Mr. Lahey waved him away.

"Shut up! It's a scratch! It's hardly even-" Mr. Lahey noticed how the Isaac's face began to heal, before he could respond, Isaac bolted out the room and left on his bike.

"Isaac!" Mr. Lahey. He got into his car and followed Isaac. Jackson noticed the scene between the Laheys' and mumbled the word, "Freaks."

When Mr. Lahey thought he had caught up with Isaac he got out of his car as the rain hit him and made his vision blurry as his glasses were filled with splotches of water. He noticed Isaac's bike in the ally as he walked up to the bike as he noticed a figure a few feet away.

"Isaac." He called out but he didn't receive and answer as the watery form of what he thought was Isaac turned into a monster before his eyes he screamed as he ran back to his car desperately trying to close the door and start up his car to get away from the monster but it was in vain as the monster tore the door to his car open he was pulled out of the car screaming as he was killed by an unknown creature as silence was now heard in the ally.

Elsewhere There was another taking place as a young woman sitting in a chair cried at the person before her tried to put makeup on her as she whimpered when the man sneered as she cried louder as her vision was turned bloody red as her vison grew dark.

As the murder of one of his class mates parents was going on and that of a women, Stiles was in Mei's home again as he discussed with his four servants on what he was to tell the order.

"The Order would not be happy if they didn't hear it from me." Stiles stated to the four standing before him as he glared at Mei, Bard, Fin, and Sebastian. "Also I could not get any information on Lydia since the paramedics took her in. It doesn't help that everyone in this town thinks I'm in love with her so I can't get near her to talk to her… Sebastian I need you to research Lydia Martin's family tree!" Stiles all but yelled out.

"There is something not right with her. The bite either kills or turns and find out about Jackson I know he was bleeding black blood the bite might not be setting in we don't want another body in this towns death toll."

"Master may I suggest going to the Undertaker for more information on Miss Martin's linage?" Sebastian casually said as Stiles got this uncomfortable look in his face in meeting the Undertaker. He still had not recovered from the first meeting of the Undertaker since he had to dress up as a girl. Also, he did not want to deal with Undertaker's clear obsession on of his own person, always toying with Stiles and getting him to agree about him getting his coffin now.

"I see your point Sebastian." Stiles replied as the three other's in the room had an uncomfortable look on their faces as they remembered how their master took to the Chambered's case. Their little Master went undercover in a dress to get information on a man called Mr. Chambered who was now locked up on a high security prison for his involvement in trafficking young woman in the town and using them for some dark rituals.

"Let us go then." Stiles sighed as all five of them headed toward the Undertaker's home for information on Lydia and on were wolf bites.

Back to Isaac he was running from what he saw with his own eyes as the monster that killed his father in front of him. He headed toward the abandoned train depot that he knew Derek would be in.

"Derek, Derek!" he yelled in desperation as he acted like a scared little puppy as he saw the red eyes belonging to Derek who was hidden in the shadows of the train. "I think m-my dad is dead."

"What did you do?" Derek all but growled out as Isaac shivered under his gaze.

"That's the thing I didn't do anything." Isaac replied nervously as he began his tale of what happened in the Lahey home and what had happened after that.

It was dark and it was creepy as all five stared at the building before them his three servants all but shivered at just looking at the building before them.

"Well master?" Sebastian asked behind him which annoyed him that Sebastian was probably enjoying this and he was right he should head in before anyone knowing his father might blab to him that he standing in front of the Undertaker's home.

"Come on." He said as he walked in with all for savants following behind him as the door closed behind him as the room was dimly lit as coffins littered the room as he approached the middle of the room.

"Undertaker!" Stiles called out as he looked around the room just as he stood near a coffin as it opened as the Undertaker crawled out of the coffin.

"Good evening Little Red." The Undertaker said startling everyone in the room as the Undertaker let out a crackle of a laugh as the he walked out of the coffin and into the room. His long silver hair swishing behind him as his black robes touched the floor.

"So what does Little Red want from me on this fine evening?" Undertaker asked let out a crackle.

"I want information Undertaker and you have been living here since Beacon hills was first formed so I need to know about the linage of Lydia Martin?" Stiles asked as he frowned when the Undertaker stepped up to him and had him in his arms. He was tense but didn't give anything away to the Undertaker that he was uncomfortable.

"You know Little Red my information isn't for free?" The Undertaker said in a sing song voice as he let Stiles go.

"Yes, I know a laugh." Stiles muttered with a scowl on his face as Fin, Bard, and Mei tried to make the Undertaker laugh as the Undertaker didn't let out a peep.

"Master if you can step out with Fin, Bard, and Mei. I can get a laugh out of him just whatever you do don't open the door do not peek till I say so." Sebastian said as all four nodded as they were led outside as they waited till they heard the sound of laughter coming from the building as the door opened to reveal The Undertaker laughing still from whatever Sebastian had told him.

"That was great! Deserving of the information that I'm about to give you." The Undertaker said laughing.

"So what are the Martins'?" Stiles asked impatient as he stared at the Undertaker.

"Oh? The Martins' are of course been in this land since they settled though they were never called the Martin. That is just recently in the last generation." The Undertaker replied smiling making the scars on his face more noticeable as in his hands he now held a human skull.

"They were known as the Marken." The Undertaker said. "They were known to be a human linage though they began to inter marry with the super-naturals in the town so they are bits and pieces of the other Weres or things that go bump in the night. It all depends on the person if they ever get bitten by a super-natural they will change into whatever they are needed for. There are two branches of the Marken you know the Martins' but the other branch is the one who still has kept the family name and that's the one you should be weary of." The Undertaker said smiling as he handed Stiles the skull in his hand.

"Thank you." Stiles replied as this earned a crackle from the Undertaker.

"It is no problem Little Red now how about finding you your perfect coffin?" The Undertaker asked laughing at Stiles uncomfortable look.

"Another time Undertaker. Let's go." Stiles ordered his servants as he handed the skull back to the undertaker as and they all left the shop.

"It was not a lot of information and he didn't tell us what she was." Stiles told his little team of misfits.

"So what are we to do?" Asked Bard as he sucked on his lolly-pop. As Mei and Fin looked eagerly at Stiles as Sebastian drove them to Mei's home.

"Your orders are still the same keep an eye on Lydia, Jackson, and Derek. Sebastian will keep an eye on the Argents now and I will keep an eye on Scott before he does something stupid and try to get Alison on our side as much as I hate it. Gerard has changed the game plan and I know the Order won't be happy." Was all Stiles said as the trip back was in silence.

The next day school went by really quick without incident as it was another day for practice and Stiles being the good friend he was already had a bag of supplies ready for the night, prepared by Sebastian as he knew Sebastian had a look of detest on his face when he made it for Stile.

They were out on the field. However, Scott felt like something was going to be different about tonight he just couldn't figure out what.

"I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same." Scott told Stiles as he put on his gear. "Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me?" Stiles asked half joking half serious.

"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you." Scott assured his friend who just snorted at him.

"You say that NOW but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws. Not to mention howling and screaming and running everywhere, alright? I'm still locking your ass up." Stiles said with a little bit of glee in his voice that Scott caught.

"Okay, fine. But I do think I'm in more control now. Especially since things are good with Allison." Stiles rolled his eyes at Scott there was only so much a guy could take about Scott's relationship. Like too much info for one not to mention it was beginning to annoy him.

"Yes, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison." He replied with an annoyed tone which he knew Scott wouldn't hear.

"They're really good."

"You don't say?" he asked sarcastically as Scott gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

"You don't understand, they are like really good." Scott told him.

"All right, I get it! Just please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself." Stiles pleaded as Scott laughed at him.

"All right, did you get something better than handcuffs this time?" Scott questioned his friend as Stiles walked up to his locker in the changing room.

"Only the best." He told him as he opened his locker as he knew Sebastian would have put the chains in there like he told him too.

"Are you sure?" Scott asked unsure as the only response he got was the thunderous look of stiles glaring at the chain as it fell out of his locker. The chain was making a lot of noise as the whole team in the locker room turned their attention to Stiles and Scott. Scott was frozen on the spot as he looked at the chain. The noise caught the attention of Coach Finstock, he stood from the door way leading up to his office as he stared at both Stilinski and McCall.

'SEBASTIAN!' Stiles all but yelled in his head.

"Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So I'm going to walk away so STILINSKI, McCall hurry up! We don't have all day." He told them.

As Stiles finally got control over his temper as he thought of a way to punish Sebastian later he looked up to see Scoot sniffing around the locker room.

"You okay? Scott?" Stiles asked as noticing Scott's facial expression changing to that of knowing what he was smelling as he began to pick up the chain from the floor.

"There's another out here." Scott told Stiles which didn't make any sense to Stiles he finally stared at Scott in confusement.

"Another what?"

"Another werewolf." Scott replied as Stiles nodded in understanding as they both looked at the lacrosse team.

"How are we going to find him since I can't exactually go around sniffing everyone on the team as we practice?" Scott asked worriedly.

"Leave it to me alright." Stiles replied.

"That what I'm afraid of." Muttered Scott which received a glare from Stiles for his muttering.

Nearby Jackson could be seen talking to another person that was part of the lacrosse team a Matt Daehler the geeky photography kid.

"You need a camera? What for?" Matt asked curiously at Jackson.

"For a project! So can you get the camera or not?" Jackson asked.

"Do you have a hundred bucks?" Matt asked.

"I drive a Porsche I have a hundred bucks." Jackson replied snootily.

"I think you parents have the money not you." Matt replied.

"Just get the camera!" Jackson all but yelled at Matt as he walked away from the curious teenager.

Stiles got his plan in motion as he told the coach some bullshit story about Scott needing a lesson in being Goalie which the coach drank up the story as truth.

"I hate being goalie" Scott whined like a kicked puppy at Stiles who ignored it.

"You know the idea I had, well this is the non-threating idea." Stiles replied as he heard Scott whine.

"But." Scott whined again.

"Scott." Stiles commanded in a tone he used for Sebastian as Scott froze up at the dark tone his friend. "Got you this position so don't mess up, alright that's and order." Stiles said coldly as Scott nodded in fear of his best friend as he looked to see him walk away just as the Coach blew his whistle as he placed himself in front of the goal.

The rest of the team formed a line as they began to practice their shooting. Stiles plan was working perfectly though he kept leaving the goal wide open as he jumped the rest of his team mates sniffing them like a dog.

"McCall! The position of being the goal keeper is to keep the goal safe!" Coach Finstock yelled at Scott. "Stilinski what's wrong with your friend." Finstock all but yelled at Stiles as the coach grabbed his helmet.

""Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jawline's kind of uneven." He fed told his coach. Finstock took a look and noticed what he was talking about as he thought of the good point Stiles said as he let go of Stiles helmet.

During this Scott managed to get Danny in a bear hug and got them both on the ground Scott gave him a big sniff.

"It's Armani." Danny told him.

"Huh?" Scott asked clearly confused.

"My aftershave. Armani"

"Oh. It's nice." He helped Danny up and was lectured by Finstock again.

"McCall! You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?" the coach yelled.

Jackson noticed Scott's behavior and weaseled his way into sitting one out. It was Isaac's turn and Stiles noticed how Isaac was tensed in front of him and he realized that Isaac was the other werewolf that Scott had smelled. Scott noticed too as he noticed Isaac's eyes glowing golden yellow. Once Scott got him on the ground he notice Isaac looked afraid the police showed up and were heading in their direction. "Don't tell them. Please don't tell them." Isaac begged whimpering as the officers took him for questioning.

"So they took him for his dad murder?" Stiles asked questing his father's workers at what they were doing though they did have a base to work with that Isaac may have killed him there was no prof from what Bard told him Van had an eye in Isaac since he found out he was abused but had no way of getting custody of him without Isaac's corporation.

"Do they have any evidence on him?" Stiles asked curiously as Scott tried to listen in fro were they stood with the rest of the team.

"No they are just asking him where he was at the night of the murder stuff like that." Scott replied.

"Since he is a minor they will only hold him for 24 hours since his father was the only guardian. Without solid evidence they can't hold him more than that unless they find that he did do it he will be let out." Stiles explained.

"So they will release him tomorrow!"

"Yes why?" Stiles asked.

"Well you know how you asked if I had the urge to kill or maim you."

"Yah." Stiles replied cautiously as his eyes narrowed as he figured out were the conversation was going.

"He does and I think the jail cells aren't meant to hold wolves." Scott muttered as Stiles sighed in defeat as this was his life.

END