Chapter 6

Stiles Stilinksi was not a patient person. When she wanted to know something, she would find out. But everything that she could find alluded to something... Supernatural. There was no other reason for her bite healing that quickly although the senses and strength thing could be explained away by addrenaline before her body filled with a virus.

Spinning around on her chair she caught sight of a poster with a wolf on it
"No... It cant be. I cannot be turning into a werewolf." She muttered to herself. It was stupid to think that, that was possible. And yet, it seemed like the only thing that made sense.
"Derek will be able to tell me tomorrow" was all she said to herself as she started to write what was happening to her in a blank journel, making sure to use a fake name just in case anyone was to ever read it. They should assume that it was a story as she was using fake names and she was changing the apperance of the characters. If anyone ever got hold of the entries, then she could easily say that she was basing the characters of people that she knew.

After a while she got bored with writing; so she decided to go into her mothers little office space thingy that was in the basement. It was filled with books that used to belong to her mother and had a huge comfy sofa and a double bed in the courner. That was put there after Claudia died as Stiles fell asleep there a lot when she went on one of her binges. Sitting in frount of the computer that was placed there she logged in and started to do her homework that she refused to fall behind on. While she was at it she decided to make outllines of her classes on her computer and noted down on her calender when she had tests and big proects due. This meant that she would have time to study and not get caught up in her writing all of the time. Which had happened more times than Stiles cared to count.

Hours later she was done, checking the time she noticed that she should go to bed before she became too tired to sleep.

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Stiles headed up to the old Hale house after cheer practice - she had made the team and Allison made the reserve simply because they didnt have an open spot for a flier which is what they had put Allison as, she hadnt taken it personally which was lucky - and she immediatly felt her mood become somber as she looked at what used to be the most beautiful house in Beacon Hills. Now it was just a burnt out shell; looking round she felt the phantom heat of the flames licking at her skin, could smell the burning flesh and hear the cries of everyone trying to get out. Which is weird as the Doctors said she most likely passed out in the house as Peter got her out. They were found in a way that made everyone think that he had thrown her out of the window and then tried to get out himself, with him reaching for her to keep her safe.
Ever since that night Stiles felt like there was something missing whenever she left the basement. It was also clear as time went on that she did not look even a little bit like the Sherriff, which was weird as she didnt look too much like her mother either. In fact, she didnt look like either of them at all; Her mother had been Blonde and Blue eyed and her father, while having brown hair, it was a completly different brown to Stiles - She had dark brown hair and eyes whereas the Sheriff had light brown, almost blonde, hair and hazel eyes. She never questioned it, assuming that she looked like someone else in the family, but something was nagging at her in the back of her head, telling her that it was important.

She wouldn't know for some time how right she was.