A/N: Sheesh, I've been away for quite some time now. Well, I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Chapter Fifteen: Resurrection
Stiles awoke with a start, slapping Derek's face in the process. Wriggling and thrashing about, he fell off of his bed, and began to tangle around in his blanket, ripping at its fabric like no tomorrow. Derek let out a small smirk at the male witch's attempt of becoming free of the sheets, but quickly regained his composure when Stiles ripped the sheet off of his face.
"What just happened?" he asked, looking around wildly at his room, "The last thing I remember was passing out on the field, and now I'm home .. but anyway, guess what? When I passed out, I went to this place, it's called a Mana Area."
"A Mana Area?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It's a place where I get to replenish my energy. You see, Witches and Magi's have a limit to their energy, it's called Mana. When you use up all your Mana, you pass out and get sent to the Mana Area. It's like a realm of peace, and I saw my mother. She said she's my guardian." He replied, looking down to the floor.
"Y-Your mother? I'm sorry Stiles but I thought she –" Derek began before being cut off.
"Thought she was dead, I know." He said coldly, getting up from the floor and brushing off his knees, "I'm just telling you what I saw."
"I see." Said Derek, running a hand through his hair, "Did she say anything else?"
"Turns out Abby's necklace can bring the dead to life for a whole day. I just have to find the right spell." Said Stiles, leaning over his desk to find his books.
"Well, I'll leave you to it then." Said Derek, walking over to the window and raising it. He let one foot out the window before being stopped by Stiles.
"Woah, woah. Where do you think you're going? I thought you were staying here." He said, taking one hand off of Derek's shoulder.
"Well, I was gonna go tell Abby about the necklace .. but why do I have the feeling I should stay?" replied Derek, his face full of concern.
"Derek, can we please talk? Just for a minute." Stiles asked, awkwardly shuffling his feet. Derek frowned, contemplating what Stiles wanted to talk about.
"Uhm, okay." He said, walking over to the bed and sitting on it, "What's going on?"
"You were gone .. for a long time." Said Stiles, a hint of sadness in his voice, "Where were you?"
Derek tensed up, as he wasn't expecting that question. "I .. just left. I needed to get away. All of this is extremely overwhelming. One can only take so much .."
Stiles dropped his head onto Derek's shoulder, as he sighed. "None of us were expecting this, and to be quite honest I don't think you're doing a bad job."
"Wait, what?" Derek asked, laying his head down on Stiles' own. "Where did that come from?"
"Well, I assume you left due to the fact that you still think you're a bad Alpha." Stiles said before continuing, "I told you once before, you're not a bad Alpha. You're an amazing leader, and your problem is that you don't realize it."
"You really think so?" Derek asked, getting up to walk towards the door.
"Yes. I know so. Just because you don't know what to do during a specific situation, doesn't make you a bad person. None of us knew that the Alpha's were planning any of this. From what I heard from Natalie, they came to inspect Jackson's original birth parents."
"His parents?" asked Derek, "What would they want with them? They're dead."
"Check this out." Said Stiles, as he walked over to his laptop, "I had Danny hack into my Dad's computer back at the station, and hardwire it to a flash drive. Since Erica's father was the insurance investigator at the crash, she came over to help me look up the accident that killed his parents."
"Anything of interest?" Derek asked, his eyebrow rising. He leaned down closer to the computer, scanning the images of the car accident.
"When the final photos came through, it turned out that there were skid marks on the road that belonged to a car other than Jackson's parents. The tires on their care were ripped, like if something was shot into them. The trouble was, was that the only other car around, was the person who called Dispatch."
"And who was that?" asked Derek, intrigued.
"Gerard."
"Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack. The whole thing seemed sketchy at first, but police officers had no solid evidence that Gerard's car was the other vehicle in question. You know what else? I was looking into something while talking to Abby, and she told me something interesting. I don't know if you heard about it or not." Declared Stiles.
"Shoot."
"Well. She told me about the difference in a Werewolf's eye color. She told me that the Alpha has red-eyes to show off dominance, and power. The Beta's can have two different eye-colors. You know how Erica, Scott, Boyd, and Isaac's eyes are all Amber? Well, why are Jackson's blue? And all of the Omega's? Or even yours when you weren't an Alpha yet?"
"That's … a good question." Derek said, as he frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. Where was Stiles going with this?
"When a Beta's eyes are blue, it signifies that they were born Werewolves, or have the bloodline in them, while Amber means they were bitten by an Alpha and claimed into a pack."
"Then why did Jackson turn into a Kanima?"
"Because, Jackson's not a full Werewolf." Stiles said, as a matter-of-factly.
"Explain."
"Jackson's a hybrid. A Kanima-Werewolf crossbreed. The Alpha's wanted to recruit him as their most powerful weapon ever. One of his parents was a Werewolf, and the other, a Kanima. He's one of the rarest species of Hybrids to be known. If he wants to, he can transform into both forms, but he doesn't have that whole Kanima-Seeks-A-Master rule."
Derek was taken aback. He never knew that Stiles was paying this close attention to the whole situation. "I'm gonna go and see Abby real quick, and I'll even get the necklace for you. This .. is amazing Stiles, I can't believe you found this all out."
Derek walked over to the window before Stiles called him once more. "Derek?"
"Yeah?" he asked, watching the boy warily. Stiles was sitting on the bed, biting his lip, looking more worried than ever.
"Do you find me attractive?"
Derek's eyes widened, his heartbeat raced, and he could hear Stiles' heartbeat racing as well. He walked over to Stiles, and placed his hand on Stiles' chest, claws outstretched. "You're heartbeat's racing."
Stiles licked his lips, and breathed heavily. "I … I know."
Derek grabbed Stiles' hips, and pulled him closer slowly, while leaning forward a bit, closing the distance from each other's lips. Their lips moved in unison, and just as quick as it happened, it was over, Derek pulling back, his eyes wide.
"Der-Derek .. did we just .." said Stiles, tracing his own lips with his index finger. "I-I'm sorry, just .. don't .."
"I have to go." Said Derek, climbing out of the window and running into the night, leaving Stiles on his bed, flabbergasted at tonight's events.
Christopher Argent paced around the room, angrily twirling a medallion between his fingertips, occasionally side-glancing his daughter and giving her an angry look. Apparently, after the events at Beacon Square, Allison's motives and what she's been doing behind her father's back, unfolded itself.
"Why." He stated, it wasn't a question. Allison glanced to the side, and began chewing on the string of her neon green hoodie. "Stop it Allison! Tell me why."
"Why what Dad? Why did I keep the Alpha Pack from you? Why was I in a huge battle yesterday? Why was I in a battle three nights before? Isn't it obvious!?" she yelled, rising to her feet.
"Watch your tone young lady, I'm the authority figure here, remember that. And no, it isn't so obvious, now why don't you explain it to me." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose and breathing heavily. "How long has this been going on?"
"The last two months .." she said weakly, "After the incident with Gerard, Derek told Isaac who told Boyd who told Erica who told Scott who told me .. that an Alpha pack was invading this town to make it into a place for them to live. During the first fight, Stiles was badly hurt, so Derek bit him, but he didn't turn into a Werewolf, he turned into something called a Magi, which is basically a male witch, and ever since then, things have been so crazy, and I didn't wanna tell you because I wanted you safe, and I thought I could seek some sort of redemption for all the things I've done and –" she was stopped by the sounds of her sobs, and her father's warm embrace.
Chris gently pet her hair, assuring her everything was going to be alright. "Sh, come on honey .. everything's going to be okay .. You don't need to seek redemption. The things you did, they were a mistake. You're only human, and humans make mistakes, we're not all perfect."
"Mom wanted me to be strong, but I failed her. She's probably turning in her grave right now." She said quietly.
Chris put two firm hands on her shoulders. "Don't you ever, ever say that again. You're mother was proud of you then, and she's proud of you now. Understand?"
Allison nodded, and wiped the remainder of her teary mascara away. "D-Dad, we need your help on this. We can't do this alone, even with four new members to the pack. Nothing, and I mean nothing, will mean to me more than us working together on this."
"You have my word. When is the next pack meeting?" he asked, whipping out his phone to call a few people.
"Tomorrow morning. We're all going to meet at Derek's mansion. We need to come up with a game plan, something that could throw the Alpha's off course. Something .. spontaneous." She suggested, as she began to prioritize.
"What about .. a surprise attack? If we could find out where they're stationed, we can have the upper hand." Chris said, drawing out a map of his plan. "Do me a favor, call Derek and Scott over."
"Should I bring Natalie?" Allison asked.
"Natalie?"
"She was one of the Alphas. She was mistreated so she abandoned them, and joined us. She should have some intel on the whereabouts of their camp site."
"Perfect. Call them, tell them to come in exactly twenty minutes. Uhm, one more thing." He asked.
"Shoot."
"How big is a Werewolf's appetite?" he asked.
"Uhm, they get pretty hungry, why?" asked Allison, raising a brow, "Oh! Don't even worry about that, I'll go downstairs and make some snacks. I'll call Scott, who'll call Derek, who'll call Natalie."
"That's my girl." He said, as she made her way downstairs.
In exactly twenty minutes, which was precise time for Scott, all three aforementioned wolves were now sitting in Allison's room, eating their sandwiches and getting ready to listen to Chris's map out. Chris had an average sized whiteboard in tow, and several weapon cases laid out in front of them.
"Alright, well here's the plan. Natalie, do you know where they're setting up a base camp? An order of operations? A resting ground?" Chris asked, writing down the word 'Camp' and circling it.
"Well, when you run passed the south side of the woods, and cross the rock quarry, their meetings are usually held in the small clearing. There's this big drum there, that they used to make a fire, if you find that drum, you find their hideout." She stated, in between gulps of her meal.
"Are there any like, non-visible areas? Like if we were to plant some traps, or triggered offensive weapons?" Allison asked.
"The trees, and the bushes. The area around the small clearing is heavily wooded. If you plant some bear traps, or maybe rope traps surrounding it, all should be good." She replied.
"Chris, about our attack. How could it be managed?" Derek asked, crossing his arms.
"Good point Hale. Well, I brought these out to show you guys." Chris replied, opening the weapon cases up. In the first case, there were several arrows, with bottles attached to the cover of the case. "These arrows, are meant to be filled with various types of wolfsbane."
"Go on." Said Scott, intrigued by the conversation.
"The first bottle, this blue one here, is your standard wolfsbane. Able to be severely lethal to a Beta, but can slow down an Alpha." He said, holding up the blue vial. He set it back, and held up a purple one. "This type of wolfsbane, can make them temporarily blind, distorting their vision and making them stumble around."
"That sounds good, but Julian won't be affected by it .." said Natalie said, bringing her knees to her chest, and wrapping her arms around them.
"What do you mean?" asked Scott.
"Well, when we were growing up, our Mom and Dad blindfolded us, and made us train blind. That way, if one sense fails, our other senses grow even stronger. Julian relies on sound to fight, and he's also very, very fast."
"That's where this comes in." said Chris, holding up the red vial, "This wolfsbane, is very, very strong, and not yet tested against any wolves. It causes dementia."
"Dementia? What's that?" asked Scott.
"Dementia is a destroyed and hallucinated state of mind. It makes you see and hear things that you'd see in nightmares." Derek explained.
"So .. if we use all three, we'd have the best advantage of all. The only problem is .. they're Alphas. They're stronger, faster, and smarter than us. Those things won't last long would they? I mean, do me and the other Betas stand a chance?" wondered Scott aloud.
"Hey, you're strong. Strong as ever, and you need to realize that. You and the other Betas are the strongest I've seen, and I have faith in you. You're in my pack, which means I won't let anything happen to any of you." Said Derek, putting his hands firmly on Scott's shoulders.
Scott gave a nod of approval. "Brothers."
"Brothers." Derek replied.
"Stiles, we have to be at Derek's in twenty minutes, why did you drag me out in the woods?"
asked Abby, swatting away random leaves and twigs that bumped her in the face. She was at the mansion soundly asleep, when Stiles texted her asking her to take a hike with him somewhere.
"Abby, trust me on this. You're gonna wanna see this." He said, as they came into a clearing. The light was shining heavily, and moist leaves and flowers surrounded the area, with birds chirping and various shrubs illuminating the peaceful, and serene aura.
"Woah, where did you find this place?" she asked aloud, taking in the mesmerizing sights around her. She touched the leaves, and the morning dew shimmered in the glistening sunlight. "It's so beautiful."
"Abby, I need your necklace." Stiles stated, pulling out his spellbook and other various materials. Abby took her necklace off, and handed it to him, cautious at first.
"For what?" she asked, pulling back as Stiles went to grab it.
"This necklace contains the soul of your mother. We can bring her back, so she could maybe help us for the battle. But I need to bring my mother back for something. She has answers, and I need to know. This spell only works for a whole day, and it took me forever to find it. Please .." Stiles said, a small tear forming.
"S-sure .." she said handing him the necklace, "Is it really gonna work?"
"My mom told me it needs to be done in a peaceful place, somewhere void of darkness, and this place is exactly what we need."
Stiles set down the necklace on a small stone in the center of the clearing. He then proceeded to form a circle with white dust around the necklace and around the clearing, signifying the purity of light. He flipped through the pages of the spellbook, and found the page he bookmarked. Reading through the passage carefully, he closed his eyes, and muttered the incantation.
"Per injurias, et lugebunt per doloribus spiritus invoco Ana cinerem tamquam phoenix surgere flamma rursus illa per hunc solem consistere .."
The necklace began to rise from the ground, and shine a bright white light. The leaves began to shake, and white portal opened from within the clearing. The melody of peace surrounded them, and the wind picked up more, and more. Unseen bells and whistles were heard, as the light began to fade, revealing a feminine figure. The light slowly faded into a dim illumination, and a beautiful, long-haired Brunette woman stood in the portal's place.
She donned a white gown, and had a crown of flowers placed on her head. Her smile was radiant, and beamed with purity, warmth, and love. Stiles began to tear at the sight of the woman, as he hasn't witnessed her beauty on earth for years passed. He walked up to her, and embraced her as he began to sob once more, while Abby gazed in wonder, at the resurrection of the dead.
"Mom?" Stiles asked in between sobs, "Is it really you?"
"Yes Stiles, it's me. I'm here, you don't need to worry my dear. I knew you'd find the right spell, I had faith in you, and you didn't fail. You never fail. You always make me proud son." She said, in an angelic voice. "Ah, Abby .. I haven't seen you since you were young. I knew your mother, she was a very great and powerful woman, and I can see her in you."
"T-Thank you .." Abby said, tears forming in her eyes as well. "Stiles .. this .. this is amazing!"
"C'mon mom, we have a meeting to go to." He said, grabbing her hand, and leading her to the path of the Hale mansion.
AHHH x) well, hope you enjoyed. I'm sorry about this lame excuse for a chapter, my work schedule is hectic, & i hardly have time .. but let me know what you think :D
- CosmicLoathe