A/N:

Hey, I'm doing this for Halloween so here's hoping I finish it by the deadline.

Thanks to everyone who liked and favorited this story. It's thanks to you that motivates me to get this done. So kudos.


Chapter 3

Stiles is glad to be out of that house of horrors. Sure the Dares were rather tame for such a creepy backdrop, but someone did try to kill them. If Scott and the others weren't Werewolves they could have died when that scream tore through the house. Stiles was saved by Peter who shoved soundproof earplugs into his ears.

Stiles knew he stole them from Chris because he stole a pair for his dad a while back. Allison had her own pair, Stiles saw she had them in her ears when she joined them outside.

Derek had been spelled with a real-life sleeping beauty curse. How is that for real? Seriously how?

One thing he knew for sure no way was Stiles going to be the one to tell him how they broke the curse. To think a kiss could actually break a curse like that. You learn something new every day.

After talking with his dad everyone split up going to their separate homes. Stiles wanted to help with the case but knew he was too close to it. Not that it would stop him from investigating on his own. Only Allison seemed to think he wouldn't do anything about it. Really? It's like she didn't know him at all.

Peter took Derek and Boyd back to Derek's loft while Erica chose to stick with him and Scott. Erica swears she was pushed off the roof. Stiles knew she was still shaken by the encounter so offered her to stay with him and Scott at his house. His dad wasn't going to go into the station which he knew would make her feel even better. Erica liked to act tough but she was just a kid who went through a traumatic event, of course, she would want a grown up near her.

If Melissa didn't have to work Scott would have been smothered in motherly love. As it was Stiles watched his dad like a hawk who in turn wouldn't let him out of his sight.

Allison went home, Stiles assumed Chris picked her up. No one could remember seeing her go but she texted Scott saying she made it home safely.

Close to eight, the Sheriff got a call another child had been taken. Stiles knew his dad had to go a child's life held in the balance. But he still had the right to be upset about it.

After promising that he would text every hour Stiles and his friends were left alone in the house.


Derek knew Peter was keeping something from him but what he had no clue. His uncle was the most secretive, manipulative, smarmy person he knew. And he met Stiles.

Whatever it was had to do with something he wouldn't like he knew that much. Peter did tell him he was put under a curse, a sleeping curse to be specific. Derek didn't know anything about Magic that was always Peter's thing, and Stiles who shared the hobby with his uncle.

Taking a water from the fridge he stood by the sink to get away from his uncle's plans for a bit. Peter believed that it wasn't over yet. That whoever this was, went through all the trouble for a reason.

Derek knew whoever it was could get the drop on a werewolf. He and his uncle were takin but not killed. That's an important difference to differentiate. This guy was powerful, he had to be to sneak up on Peter and succeed in knocking him out. His uncle's paranoia was already hitting the roof. If the Sheriff wasn't at home Peter would have already dragged Stiles into his counsel.

Thank God for small favors.

Derek put his hand on the counter turning his head he found a card lifting it up he read 'Put your hand on the hot stove'

"What!"

Thinking it a poorly thought out joke he threw it away from himself. 'As if I would ever do something so stupid.'

Walking away, back toward the War room as Peter started calling it Derek heard a strange scraping sound behind him. Turning around he jumped out of the way as the stove ran into him. Confused Derek didn't understand what just happened. He knew no one unauthorized had been into his apartment. So how the fuck did my stove get spelled?

Derek tried to stay out of the way but he was herded back to where he started. The stove would try to barrel into him while the chairs and table would block him forcing him to back up. Next thing he knew his hand was stuck to the hot stove letting out a roar Derek never noticed his grate being opened and shut.

Peter and Boyd raced onto the ground floor wolfed out ready to tear into the intruder. Only to see Derek with his hand on the hot stove. Peter was the first to act issuing orders he got Boyd to get the first aid kit while he worked on freeing Derek from the enchanted stove.

How dare this bastard come into his home and hurt what was his. Peter was beyond pissed he wanted blood. No one messed with a Hale and lived. Peter vowed revenge and he knew just the right bloodthirsty sociopath to go to for help.

Derek was angry he agreed with his uncles plan the bastard would pay.


The Sheriff left them on their own about an hour ago. So far Stiles has texted his dad about the case he is working on, about those missing kids, about oh, thirty times already in the last hour.

That's just who Stiles was Scott knew the Sheriff would be worried if Stiles didn't text him constantly. Hell Scott would be worried that just wasn't Stiles if he wasn't talking your ear off in some way.

While in the bathroom Scott found a card. He was washing his hands when he noticed the thing right there. Picking it up he was surprised to have a Truth card. 'Do you blame Stiles for your bite'

"What?"

Do I blame Stiles?

No! Of course not how could I. It wasn't his fault I was bitten. It could just as easily been him who was found by the Sheriff that night. Stiles could have been the one bitten by Peter or even worse the Sheriff maybe one of the deputy's. No there was no one to blame for what happened, except Peter.

Walking into Stiles room Scott saw he and Erica were playing left 4 dead 2. Seriously he wasn't gone that long.

"Guys, really?"

"Don't worry Scotty we can restart the game grab a controller." Smiling Scott knew he could never blame Stiles.

Frowning he wondered if Stiles blamed himself?

"Stiles, do you think I blame you for getting bitten?"

Flinching Stiles tried to deflect the question but Scott wasn't having it. He refused to have Stiles think for even a second that he in any way blamed him for being a werewolf. Scott told him that in no way was it his fault if they hadn't gone that night whose to say it wouldn't have been his dad who got bit or something worse. After all, it was an accident that he was caught instead of Scott and Scott could have turned himself in when the Sheriff called for him. Which would have been the smarter plan considering he was forced to walk home from the preserve that night.

Stiles finally agreed it wasn't anyone's fault but Peter's. Which is all Scott wanted Stiles shouldn't blame himself or think in any way that Scott would or could ever blame him for his own stupidity.

Smiling Stiles asked what brought this on. So Scott showed him the card he found while in the bathroom.

"I don't blame you, Stiles, I never have and I never will. We may have our differences, but you're my best friend and besides my mom the most important person in my life."

"I love you too Scotty."


Boyd called Peter when he saw the words scratched onto the wall. 'Eat the burned skin'

It was time to bring Stiles into this mess. Peter still had Stiles Jeep so grabbed Derek and told Boyd to meet them downstairs.


Stiles answered his door surprised when Scott and Erica said it was Derek, Peter, and Boyd.

What could they possibly want this late at night?

It was rude to come calling after 9:00 after all.

"The Sheriff isn't here?" said Peter.

"No, he got called in another child went missing."

Derek and Peter tried to find those kids themselves but came up empty. Whoever it is taking those kids Peter had a feeling was also responsible for their kidnapping as well.

"May we come in Stiles?" It's only polite to ask after all.

Stepping aside he asked after they walked in "What would you have done if I said no?"

"Walked in any way." Stated Derek.

"Nephew must I remind you this is the Sheriff's house. Please don't say such incriminating things where I can't bail you out." Honestly, there is a time and place for his rude arrogance.

"I apologize on behalf of my nephew Stiles."

"I'm used to it." he waved it off "That's just who he is."

"Not to be rude, you know what forget that it's late and I can be as rude as I like. What the hell are doing here?"

"Good question."

Peter told him what happened at the loft with Derek and then Boyd. His decision to come here so they could tackle this together with everyone. Safety in numbers and all that rot. In turn, Stiles said that Scott also got a letter but refused to say what it was about. Peter did admire loyalty.

Stiles pulled out some paper writing their names in columns and check marking everyone who got a Dare.

"Only Peter and Allison are left. So far everyone has had a dare except Scott."

"What truth did Scott get?" Asked Derek.

"Nunya." Barks Stiles.

"Stiles!." Scolds Scott.

"I got a truth it just asked if I blamed Stiles for my bite. Which I don't! I could never and would never blame Stiles for that. It was all Peter's fault."

"Anyways, Scott you should call Allison we don't want her to get a dare like Derek."

"On it."

Seeing that little bitch hurt for her treason would fill him with glee but Scott was the only one still in the dark on what that girl did to their own. How she hurt Stiles, Erica, and Boyd. Never trust an Argent. Well thinking on his friendship with Christopher never trust a female Argent. Nah, never trust an Argent that's not Christopher. Yeah, that works.

The lights went out Startling Stiles who fell onto Derek. Catching the boy Derek rolled his eyes walking the spaz to his bed. The last thing they needed was for him to hurt himself.

Peter's eyes were transfixed on the wall. Seems he was to answer a truth. 'Tell the truth about Laura.'

"I refuse." What could it do to him hurt him, he would heal, kill him, he was not afraid of death he died before after all.

"Uncle Peter?"

"No!"

"You owe me the truth. Did you or did you not kill Laura? Tell the truth."

"No! Is that what you want to hear Derek? Will that make you feel better or is it that your masochistic tendencies need a new outlet. I refuse to be used for you to hurt yourself."

"Peter please I just want to know the truth, please."

"I didn't kill Laura I felt the bond break and went looking for her. When I found her Scott was standing over her body, I attacked him. The only reason he lived was that I caught the scent of the bastard who did it. Laura was killed by a hunter who worked for the Argent's Kate had asked him to take care of the Hale in town. Could be she knew Laura was in town and wanted to draw you in or more likely she wanted to kill me would have been easy I was alone for a long time after all. Which would have brought you both back if only to lay me to rest in the family plot."

"How did you become an Alpha then?" asked Scott.

"He was one all along," said Stiles. Always knew the boy was brilliant.

"That's how you survived the fire right. My dad said once that he thought Talia's death is what drove Laura to take Derek and run. Talia was an Alpha Laura killed her own mother for the Alpha power than did a runner. She didn't know you were an Alpha as well did she or else she would have killed you too."

"What no Laura would never. We visited mom that night Laura snuck me inside so I could see her. She died when I stepped outside I was only gone for a few minutes to see uncle Peter and when I got back Laura said mom had died due to complications from the fire." Crying Derek didn't want to accept the truth but it was true he knew deep down that Laura had killed their mother he just refused to admit it.

Taking Derek into his arms he said. "The reason the Hale pack was so feared Derek was because we had two Alphas. Talia and I made sure our names would be feared. It brought in Hunters yes this is true but the Argents are the only ones who went so far as to build a bond with the locals. We couldn't do anything to them without bringing ourselves into the light."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey none of that I was more than happy to see you became Alpha I killed the Hunter who killed Laura and I took out the ones who murdered our family and had the pleaser of ripping Kates throat out. I wanted to die, Derek, I did what needed to be done. Of course, I had no idea that a Banshee would awaken and bring me back so there is that."

Derek would never believe his uncle wanted death. That was not the Peter hale he knew. Peter would spit on death and cling to life with everything he had.

"I'm still sorry."

"I forgive you, always."


Shocked didn't even begin to process the magnitude of what he just learned. Scott could understand being in the wrong place at the wrong time he got that. Everything else would take some time to muddle through. Laura killed her own mother. Peter had always been an Alpha. Hell Derek killed his uncle because of a misunderstanding.

"Is that why she was cut in half?" Slapping his hand to his mouth Scott was mortified he said that out loud.

The doorbell rang saving him from his embarrassment.

"That's Allison,"

"Scott, go trip the circuit breaker Erica will take me to welcome Allison into my home."

"But,"

"Scott I can't see a thing and your the only one who can not only see but knows where it is so please do this for me."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

"Peter when this is all done your helping me to paint my room." Scott hears as he heads toward the basement.

He easily finds the circuit breaker and trips it. Walking back up he makes sure that everything is secure. Someone had to get into the house to leave those messages behind. Scott couldn't smell anything out of the norm though he did think it weird that Allison's scent was so heavy in the house. Stiles did say they had a group project for his history class maybe Allison was on his team? It's times like this that Scott wished he could be in Stiles AP classes.

"Hey, Scott we just got done with telling Allison what happened what took you so long?"

"I was checking everything making sure it was locked. Did you text your dad?"

"Of course man told him we were going to bed which we are I'm tired." Grabbing Erica's hand he led her to the bed when his laptop suddenly turned on.

"Allisons turn," said Peter unhelpfully.

"Well what's it say?" demanded Stiles. He gets so cranky when he's tired.

"Nothing," Peter plucked the computer from her hands and read out loud 'What really happened to Stiles the night he disappeared?'

"Huh?" Scott noticed how everyone tensed at the question. "Stiles said he was beaten up by the opposing team."

"He lied," said Boyd.

"Boyd!"

"No! Stiles enough the truth is little miss psycho kidnapped all three of us. She and her grandfather tortured us for weeks. Stiles was only held for three days because as a human there was only so much they could do to him. You never questioned it did you, Scott? Why would you, it's not like Stiles would ever lie to you."

"Enough Erica you made your point. Scott, i'm sorry I never wanted you to find out this way or at all really. Allison made you happy and I didn't want to get in between that. I was also angry that after everything you still chose her in the end. I didn't want to lose you over something that didn't matter."

"Do you honestly think I would ever choose some girl over you."

"You loved her."

"Doesn't matter!" he yelled. " I choose you, Stiles, I always have. Your more than just my best friend you're my brother. Blood means nothing you know this. Girls will come and go but you and me are forever."

Crying both boys hugged not acknowledging Allison as she left.

Neither noticed the predatory look on Erica's face when Allison left.


In the morning Scott was embarrassed he and Stiles fell asleep after their emotional outburst. Though he was happy the first round of that stupid game was over. They went through so much because of it. Scott learned a lot last night. Stiles blamed himself for what happened when Scott was bitten, Peter didn't kill Laura and Laura killed her mother. Allison, Scott wasn't sure what to think about Allison. He loved her but she wasn't who he thought she was. Derek was right never trust an Argent.

According to the plan Peter and Stiles cooked up they needed to play their parts. Only Stiles, Peter and Derek knew what the plan was beside going back to the house. It was so the enemy wouldn't know they were onto him. Scott was not okay with going in blind but knew it had to be done.

They will survive it's a vow he will personally see too.

The house really wasn't that far from Stiles house in fact It's was about five blocks away. Scott wishes he could say in the light of day it wasn't anything special, that it was just a house he wasn't scared of a house but he would be lying. It was a three-story plain white house. With large windows that opened up to balconies? He thought that was the right word. There is a chimney but Scott didn't see any evidence of a fireplace.

Scott did not want to get trapped again. Stiles had a plan he just had to play his part.


Stiles so did not want to do this but this guy already proved he could get to them whenever he wants it's best to bring the fight to him. Nobody was happy to be back but they had a plan and Stiles knew it would work.

It was his plan how could it not.

The place was deserted no cops, no nosey neighbors, and the strangest of all no police tape. Stiles knew it wouldn't be that easy. His dad's people never managed to search the place, there was no evidence they made it inside let alone here at all.

Once inside Stiles brings up searching the basement.

"But your dad already searched the place, Stiles, he found nothing." Sweet innocent clueless Scott. He may love the guy but he wasn't blinded to his faults.

Of course, Scott still didn't know he was learning magic. Even when he showed the guy and did a spell right in front of him. Scott would never be the sharpest tack but he was his brother and that more than made up for his general stupidity.

Stiles had a lot of tricks up his sleeve he hoped it would be enough. And if not well he wouldn't have to worry about his dad killing him if he's already dead.

Putting his hand in his pocket Stiles felt his rune dice. Something he came up with after reading how runes were etched on rock or bone to better implement a spell. They will be his ace in the hole.

"Your right Scott, but we still have to search the house to find this guy. He trapped us in here for a reason and we need to find that reason."

Nodding in acceptance Scott happily went to the others to follow the plan. It's too bad he doesn't know what the real plan was. Scott was to unpredictable to trust with this. He followed his heart and that wasn't a bad thing normally but could get someone killed in a life or death situation. Which this was.

A card fell from the sky followed by two more and pliers?

Stiles, Scott, and Erica picked up the cards. Stiles card read (Round 2)

Scott's card said (24 hours left)

While Erica knew why pliers fell with the card. 'Pull two teeth'

Peter helps her by pulling her back teeth out. Stiles left the room not able to watch. He went to the kitchen grabbing a soda and walked back to the others when Peter called out they were done. He arrived in time to hear Scott reading from his card 'Drink the liquid' and forced him to take the drink he brought from the kitchen.

"Now Scott."

Scott drank the liquid not noticing Stiles had knocked down a cup of strange liquid that appeared on the coffee table. Everyone but Scott could feel the temperature drop when Stiles glared as if daring the psycho to do something about it.

A flood of cards fell from the sky all saying the same thing. 'Go by your first name for the rest of the game'

"Is that all you got." Challenged Stiles. Who started cussing the bastard out in Polish.

"Stiles!" Scolded Scott.

"Fine, my name is Mieczyslaw." It's not like he was ashamed of his name, it's the name his mother gave him, he's named after his grandfather for crying out loud. No, he wasn't ashamed of his name he just hated hearing it being butchered as people tried to pronounce it.

"Mieczyslaw, Seriously that's your name." Erica laughed.

"Erica! Shut up. How would you like it if people made fun of you?"

"People have made fun of me Scott, you think I couldn't hear what people would say about me being the crippled girl."

"You were never crippled don't try and pull that Erica. What you have is a neurological disorder that affects the nervous system in the brain. It's thanks to the healing ability you now have that you can function at all."

"Stiles, I mean Mieczyslaw..."

"No, Scott. Erica is a big girl she can take what she dishes out." Erica knew she went too far. Being a werewolf made her feel invincible, she forgot how scary Stiles really was and why only Jackson ever messed with him.

Leaving, Stiles ignored Erica as she tried to apologize to him for laughing at his name. He wasn't having it, not in the mood to play nice he left Scott to act as his moral compass. Sneaking off to the basement Stiles knew the answers would be found there.

Hearing a commotion from the T.V room Stile's continued on toward the basement door not allowing for distractions. Shutting the door behind him he walked down pulling out the flashlight he brought along just for this.

Why the hell was the light switch at the bottom of the stairs? Seriously bad planning. He cursed the architect for this place.

Standing in front of the door Stiles could feel what Erica meant yesterday when she said she froze from terror. The malevolence coming off of the door was singular. It should break once he opens it. Once he forced his hand to open the door that is. So far he got it stuck outstretched in position to turn the knob.

Sweat dripping down his forehead Stiles forced himself to grab that knob. Now he just had to open the door.