AN: Okay so this update is early, but I'll be busy this weekend and wanted to give ya'll the chapter before I go on vacation. I won't update next week so in two weeks ya'll will get two chapters, Chapter 10 and 11. Those are fun chapters. Thanks again to all that have followed and favorited and to the new ones. All of you make me happy because I'm not the only one that enjoys this story.
Warnings~
Not beta'd
Disclaimer- Oh the things I'd do if I owned Teen Wolf...hmmm Ethan would've stayed.
Chapter 9: The Return and Reunion
Jaime was right in saying that the werewolves had hung around. The male was pacing in front of the doors, moving out of the way for people entering or exiting the establishment. The red-haired female was sitting on a bench reading over a newspaper, but her eyes would dart up and around in search of something – him. The other girl must have been guarding the back. They had blocked all known exits – well known to them. Uncle Jaime led them to a door that opened into the neighboring shop where it would be easier to slip past the werewolf trio. Farren followed behind Trevor and Jaime slowly creeped along.
The two had stopped by the glass door peering out through the glass to watch the watchers. They waited until the werewolves didn't look in their direction whenever someone left either shop. They slipped out of the shop when the male had stopped by the door to the restaurant and the girl had her nose in the newspaper. Farren winced at the sound of the bell, which was amplified by fear and adrenaline, hitting against the door causing a shrill note to fill the air.
Jaime slipped into the crowd that was passing by right at that moment. Trevor and Farren darted out of the tourist shop, following suit. Farren glanced back over his shoulder every few meters to ensure that they were not being followed. They picked up the pace after hitting the beach. By the time they reached the house, they were out of breath having sprinted the last mile and a half out of fear. Scrambling up the steps and through the door, Farren spotted the concerned look on Mike's face. He was standing frozen with a towel wrapped around his head and boxers. He stared at the door that had burst open in confusion and called out –
"Jaime? Trevor? Is that you?"
Trevor heard the question as he stepped through the doorway and answered.
"Yeah." Mike's eyes darted around and his brain seemed to kick in, processing that he was still in boxers with the door wide open. He immediately sprinted up the stairs.
Jaime came into the house slamming the door behind him. He wiped his hands on his khakis leaving red smears. He turned on his heel and began to chant something to the door, which started to glow a purple around its edges. Farren was transfixed with the spell.
'This is the world I'm in now.' He thought as the door regain its natural dark wood hue. Mike had emerged from the stairs moments later in khaki shorts and a blue button up shirt, a new towel now around his shoulders. Trevor was close behind his father with his hands full of vials.
'When did he go upstairs?' Farren wondered. Trevor nodded in Farren's direction causing both Mike and Jaime to look in his direction. Jaime was looking directly at him whereas Mike was staring just to the left of Farren. 'The spell must still be active.' He looked at Trevor's forehead closely, noticing that the sigil had been wiped off. Catching the idea, Farren walked to the kitchen to wet a paper towel and wipe off the blood, Farren repressed a shudder at that thought. When he arrived back to the living room, Jaime was talking to Trevor and Mike. Trevor had neatly placed the vials on the bar countertop.
"We need to start this as soon as possible. The spell only lasts two hours and I don't want the boy here-" Jaime patted Farren on the shoulder, "-to be out of it. We will need an extra set of hands. Hopefully it doesn't take that long for your memories to return."
Jaime walked around Farren and up to the bar. Mike went into the kitchen to grab a bowl for them to use. After Mike had placed the bowl on the counter, Jaime began muttering more Latin phrases. He grabbed a vial of blue liquid and one filled with a golden liquid. He mixed the two in the bowl. They never mixed, almost if he was trying to mix oil and water. The two colors swirled together causing the blue to be brighter in comparison to the gold. Jaime looked at Farren.
"We need your blood."
"Okay…" Farren said hesitantly. He quickly glanced at Mike and Trevor but Mike had his back to Farren rummaging through the drawers. Trevor was watching the procedure with rapt attention. Farren stuck his hand out for Jaime to take ahold.
As Jaime grabbed his hand Farren asked, "Why my blood?"
Trevor answered instead of Jaime or Mike.
"Werewolves have three colored eyes: red for the alpha, gold for a pure beta, and blue for a tainted beta, or one who has taken an innocent life."
Fear shot through his system remembering the bright blue of the she-wolf from earlier.
"To regain memories that an alpha took we need your blood. Its power along with the two other liquids can overpower the alpha's power. The gold substance is made from the sap of a pure nemeton and blessed by a Celtic High Priestess. That was difficult to make, well according to grandfather's notes. It replaces the pure beta aspect. The blue one is made from the hairs of a wolf. That one was easier to get and the ritual must be done during a lunar eclipse. Your blood is needed to reverse the blood spell of the alpha. We also need an aspect of yourself to regain yourself." Farren let out a shaky breath when Jaime grabbed the obsidian knife from Mike who now leaned over the counter to watch.
Jaime looked at him and gave him a reassuring nod before he slashed open his forearm. Farren sucked air in through his teeth at the pain. His blood flowed out like a river down his arm and pooled in the bowl. Jaime mixed all three together in the bowl with the knife as Trevor handed Farren a towel to press against his arm to staunch the bleeding. He dipped his fore fingers into the potion, which had changed into a transparent purple liquid. He spread it onto Farren forehead.
The middle looked like a trident, but it was missing the middle peg. Two lines curved around the sides of the make shift trident and then branched out in opposing directions, almost reaching the sides of his forehead. Two smaller, straighter lines were drawn underneath them.
"Semper memento." Jaime spoke before a sharp pain ran through Farren's brain. He swayed on his feet and grabbed the island for support. He had to close his eyes at the pain; it felt as if his brain was splitting in two. He had dropped the towel on the ground, warm blood started to drip down his hand. The pain intensified tenfold starting at the base of his neck. He felt four hands on his arms as his legs gave out. Words that were spoken came to Farren sounding muffled. He was gone by the time his knees hit the ground.
Scott took a deep breath trying to distinguish between his best friend and the enemy werewolf. Lydia was searching the hotel room for any other clues while Malia was copying Scott. Scott made a triumphant noise when he locked onto the scent and started to follow it out the room. Malia was right on his tail, but Scott held up a hand.
"Stay here with Lydia. Protect her. I'll call if anything happens." Scott turned on his heel and walked out the door. The werewolf's scent mingled with Stiles'. Scott followed the scents out of the parking lot, but it soon disappeared at the main road.
'Dammit. They must've gotten into a car.' Scott thought as he kicked the curb. He trudged back to the hotel room. Before he could even get to the door, Malia burst out concern decorating her features. She looked at him with pleading eyes. After a few seconds, Scott looked away and shook his head. His hearing noticed the quiet whine that emanated from the were coyote. He followed her back into the room where Lydia was talking to someone on the phone.
"-ill find him."
Scott heard yelling over the phone. The voice oddly familiar.
"Sheriff." Lydia said trying to calm him down. Scott outwardly winced knowing that they are in a hell of a lot of trouble. He listened in on the rest of the conversation.
"-be going to be there as soon as I can. If you find him and the people that did this just," Scott heard a sigh, "Just make sure he is okay and leave some of them for me." The Sheriff's voice ended in a growl. He ended the call and Scott knew the man was furious. Glancing over at Malia who was sporting a smug look, he grimaced.
"Don't say it." Scott grumbled.
Lydia began explaining what the Sheriff told her even though she knew they had heard, or at least one of them.
"Okay. So he's pissed and is on his way here."
They each shared a look. Scott was the first to speak.
"Let's go and ask around town to see if anyone has seen or can help locate Stiles." Both Lydia and Malia were taken aback. Scott eyed them.
"What?" The two females shared a look.
"That's a good plan." Lydia's voice had a hint of shock to it. Scott scoffed and left the room. Malia laughed following her Alpha. Lydia was the last to leave grabbing a key and locking the door on the way out. Scott and Malia were hanging around Stiles' car. They talked it out figuring they should start with the beach.
"It seems like the best place. We can ask if anyone has seen him."
"Yeah. A pale kid on a beach is pretty noticeable." Scott joked. Malia lightly hit him on his arm to show her disapproval but the corners of her mouth were turned up trying to suppress a smile.
"Fortunately that is a good thing now."
The trio started walking to the beach. They figured they should start at the Boat Rental Place where they knew Stiles had been. They walked into the store. Lydia was first with the two supernaturals were using their noses to sniff out if he had been here. Lydia made a beeline for the cashier who was reading a boat magazine. She crinkled her nose.
'Really?' She thought as she eyes the male behind the counter. He was fairly tan and lanky, the yellow and blue employee shirt too big on him. His dark brown hair was swept to the side and it was obvious that he was fresh out of college. She turned on the charm.
"Excuse me." He jerked his head up from the magazine and dog-eared a page before closing it and moving it under the counter.
"Is there anything you need help with?" He asked politely.
"Yes. We are looking for a friend. He seems to have lost his phone so we can't contact him and tell him we are here. Have you seen him?" She pulled up a picture of Stiles on her phone and showed it to the cashier, Andrew.
"Uh. Yeah he was in here two days ago and rented a boat. He was gone the majority of the day and he just barely made it back it time before the sky opened up." Andrew looked at both Scott and Malia who were standing firmly next to Lydia giving him a glare.
"Did he say anything about where he was going?" Andrew gave her a pointed look.
"He zoomed through here like a bat out of hell. I just barely saw him leave out the door. So, no I don't know where he was going." Lydia gave him a tight smile.
"Well thank you anyways."
They left the boat rental place with more questions than answers. They skipped over the beach store – Stiles wouldn't be caught dead in that place – heading to the beach when Scott caught something. He froze eyes flashing red and a low growl escaping his throat.
"What is it? Is it the werewolf?" Lydia's voice was a mixture of anger and fear. Scott opened his mouth to speak but Malia beat him to it.
"It's Stiles' scent." Her voice broke, hope seeping through the cracks.
Scott sniffed the air again; pinpoint his best friend's unique and familiar smell. There was something off about it, but Scott pushed that thought to the back of his mind to focus on keeping the scent trail. Malia began looking back and forth, scanning the area for her boyfriend's profile. Scott picked up the pace following his nose.
Lydia's phone buzzed and she looked at it while trying to keep up with the 'weres'. It was Kira.
Kira: Any luck? Scott is not answering his phone.
Lydia: Sorry. He left it in the room. We are looking for him now. Scott believes to have located his scent and we are following it.
Malia saw him first. He was walking with another boy. Malia had to do a double take because the person she saw only slightly resembled her Stiles. This boy was tan – unnaturally so considering he had only been at the beach for four days. His was no longer just jet-black, but it seemed to have lightened. Oddly, in the light some parts looked like gold. He looked over his shoulder and she saw his face. Even though his facial features screamed fear, she was entranced by his eyes, which seemed to have more of a red and golden brown tint than before. Both he and his companion sprinting off broke her from her daze.
"The hell?" Scott questioned before he sprinted off to catch his friend.
Fortunately, for werewolf speed, they caught up to the two by the time they hit the pier.
"Stiles!" Scott yelled desperation evident in his cry. Stiles faltered in following his friend around the corner. He looked conflicted, but he soon disappeared as he was yanked around the bend. Scott slowed down to a stop as Stiles' scent dispersed.
"What the hell was that?" Malia ground out between breaths.
"I don't know." Scott was torn feeling anger or feeling hurt that his friend ran.
"It looked like he didn't recognize you." Lydia stated hunched over to catch her breath.
"I know this is going to bad, but it is the only possibility. What if the Alpha took his memories?" Lydia and Malia cringed at the angry growl that emanated from Scott.
"They will pay."
The trio waited out by the front of the building that Stiles had escaped into to get away from them. A pang went through Scott's heart at the thought that Stiles had ran from them. As if, they were the enemy. His eyes stung with tears but he blinked them back. Lydia sat down on the bench outside the building. Because she was the only unenhanced runner, it took her longer to catch her breath. Malia was pacing, Scott could smell the sharp scent of her tears over the salty sea. He was the first to speak.
"What the hell?" Scott growled.
"Why did he forget us?" Malia kept pacing in front of the bench. Lydia slumped onto the bench. She took deep breaths and rested her head in her hands.
"I don't know, but this seems pretty supernatural to me." Lydia sighed. She looked up and spotted a newspaper box. She got an idea.
"Scott do you have a dollar on you?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"Give it to me." Both Scott and Malia gave her a look.
"What? I need it." She held out her hand. Scott sighed and dug through his pockets slapping the dollar bill into her hand.
"Thanks."
She stood up slowly and walked to the box. As she deposited the money, Scott walked back and forth across the front entrance. He sniffed the air trying to sift through the many different aromas to find Stiles'. So far, he was still in the building – a restaurant if the intoxicating smells were anything to go by. Lydia sat back down onto the bench flicking open the newspaper.
"He's still in there." Scott nodded his head in the direction of the building. She peered at him over the paper.
"Malia go scout out the back. We need to catch him if we are to figure out this situation." Lydia ordered. Malia looked to Scott who only nodded. She huffed and rounded the corner.
'Scott keep watch. I'll see if there has been anything unusual." Lydia's attention went back to the newsprint. Scott turned and paced his earlier path stopping every few seconds to sniff the air and watch the door.
This continued for about 15 minutes before Lydia found something. She whispered a triumphant, "Got it," and Scott sprinted to her. She pointed to an article. Its headline read, 'Local finds body on beach.' Below it read, 'Local resident found mutilated body on beach. The third one this month. The police are investigating, not sure as to what is the cause.'
"Look here." Lydia pointed to a picture of a boy, the same boy that was with Stiles moments before. The caption read, 'Trevor Abrams found the body during his morning run.' Scott growled sensing foul play.
"Go get Malia while I find out where this Trevor lives."
Scott sprinted to the back to get Malia who was scowling at the dumpster in the back of the restaurant.
"We got it." Malia jumped from her relaxed position to run to Lydia. Scott not far behind. Lydia was leaning against the light pole.
"What took you so long?" She smirked waving her phone the newspaper tucked under her arm.
They arrived at the white and cream house, more like a mansion, that was surrounded by trees. At first, the trio missed it but Lydia pointed it out to the two 'weres' who had walked right past it. Twice. Scott and Malia scented the air finding nothing but the sea. Both looked at the other in confusion. They cautiously approached the house. Scott couldn't hear any heartbeats inside, but still knocked on the door.
Even if someone did answer the door, he wasn't expecting this. His heart caught in his throat. He heard both Lydia and Malia take in a sharp breath.
"I see you found the house." Stiles gave them a half smile.
"Come in. We have lost to talk about."
AN: DUN DUN DUN! They have met! Finally, it only took 9 chapters. Thanks for reading and if you have le time write a review! Until two weeks from this Saturday.
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