Chapter Three
Ahzi?
*Stiles
Stiles stared at Deaton a moment, "You know about the creature?" he asked, wondering how he could know when he just got back into town.
Deaton chuckled softly and nodded "Yes Stiles, I know about the creature. Come on back and we can discuss it more," he said and gently pushed open the door on the counter, to allow Derek in, since he wouldn't have been able to do it himself.
Stiles eyed the doctor for moment before following Derek into the back room, closing the door behind him. "Any idea what it is?" he asked and looked at the vet.
Deaton smiled, "No not yet, but I'm sure the two of you have a few ideas, otherwise you wouldn't be here," He said and looked between them expectantly.
Stiles pursed his lips slightly before letting out a sigh, "Yeah, we have an idea," he said and dropped his bag onto the operating table between them. "I still had a copy of Gerard's bestiary. I translated most of the passages, not exactly accurate though." he said and pulled out his laptop and turned it on.
"Which is why you're here, correct?" Deaton inquired.
Stiles nodded slightly, "Yeah, we think it's an Ahzi," he said and pulled up the passage on the creature. "But the translation gets kind of jumbled, so we don't know if that's actually what it is or not" he said and shrugged slightly. "Been the closest so far, though," he said.
Deaton nodded slightly and read over the passage for a moment, "You are correct Stiles, this translation is very jumbled" he said with a small smile. He stood up straight and walked into his office for a moment. "Lucky for you, I happen to know what an Ahzi is," he said and came out, carrying a small leather covered book. "It's a mythical creature said to have originated from a time when Darachs needed someone or something to do their dirty work for them. So, they took a bunch of humans and sacrificed them. Twenty four hours later, they came back as this," he said and flipped to a page in his book to reveal a picture of a creature that looked a lot like the one they saw last night. "Look familiar?" he asked.
Both Derek and Stiles nodded, but only the latter spoke, "Is there a way to kill it?" he asked. "Cause Derek ripped it's throat out and it didn't do much," he said.
Deaton chuckled softly, "Yes Stiles, everything has at least one weakness. The trick is find out what this one's is," he said.
"And what is this thing's weakness?" Derek asked, kind of wishing the vet would just get to the point already.
"That I don't know, Mr. Hale" Deaton said and looked at Derek."It's never been recorded, though some legends say the Ahzi's heart is made of ice. It's not just cold hearted, it doesn't feel anything, for anything" he said. "I'm sure you two smart gentlemen with be able to figure something out," he said with a nod before handing Stiles the leather bound book. "Just read this, it will tell everything you need to know."
"Wouldn't it just be easier if you told us everything you know?" Derek asked, annoyed again.
"Yes, Derek, I suppose it would be, but I have other things to attend to. So if you two will excuse me," he said and kindly gestured for them to both leave.
Derek grumbled under his breath and let Stiles go first, because he wouldn't be able to get out unless he opened the counter door. Once they were back in the Jeep, he sighed softly and took the book from Stiles and started looking through it while he drove.
Stiles let Derek take the book and started the car and quickly pulled out of the driveway and drove down the road. He went back to Derek's place, and parked in that same spot as before. He killed the engine and climbed out of the truck before grabbing his bag out of the back and heading towards the building, following Derek up to his apartment.
*Derek
Derek walked into his apartment and over to his couch. He flopped down before going back to reading the book. "It says here that its blood is toxic to everything that is supernatural, and for humans….." he said trailing off as he moved his gaze to the next page to read what it was, "It doesn't say-" he said and flipped the page back and forth before taking a closer look and seeing that the page he needed was torn out. He cursed under his breath and tossed the book aside. "Damn page was ripped out. That's just great," he huffed.
Stiles sighed and walked over to the couch and sat down next to Derek. He picked up the book and looked through it for a moment. "It's fine, wasn't planning on touching the stuff anyway," he said with a smile.
Derek glared at him for a moment, "Yeah and what about everything else we missed about the thing on that page," he said.
"Ummm, we'll just assume it wasn't important," Stiles said jokingly with a smile. "It was torn out it because it wasn't needed," he said. He saw Derek's glare and sighed softly, "Well what the hell else are we supposed to do? Being a Sourwolf about it won't do us any good," he said and gave him a pointed look before flipping through the pages, seeing if there was anything else interesting about this creature.
Derek felt the urge to hit him when he called him a Sourwolf, but resisted and instead just glared at him. Of course the human was right, being grumpy about it wouldn't get them anywhere. So he let his anger dissolve away and sighed softly, "What do you suggest we do then?" he asked.
Stiles smiled, "Go camping," he said and shut the book and turned to look at Derek. "The killings have been all over the place, so this thing doesn't go by full moons. We might as well stay out there for the week or something and see if we come by it again. Though this time I suggest being more prepared," he said with a small nod and stood up. "I'm going to go home and pack, see you tonight," he said and quickly left the apartment before the werewolf could say anything.
Derek chuckled softly and shook his head at the human before standing up. He definitely wasn't looking forward to a camping trip, but what Stiles said made sense. With that thought in mind, he went about his apartment and started packing whatever he thought he might need.
*Stiles
Stiles ran around his room quickly packing stuff, trying to decide what he would need, other than clothes that is. He packed both his laptops, in case they needed to look something up, he had MyFi, so they would be able to connect to the internet. He doubted they'd need either of those things, though. After that, he just shoved a few more clothes into the bag and brought it out to the Jeep. Then he quickly ran into the garage and grabbed the little bit of camping supplies he had. Which was limited to a small two person tent and nothing else. So he took his pathetic little tent, went back to the jeep and tossed it into the back before getting into the driver's seat and starting the engine.
Stiles pulled to a stop in front of Derek's building a few minutes later and stared up at the building for a moment. He honked the horn twice, not even bothering to get out because he knew Derek could hear him and would be down soon. He sighed softly and and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, humming to himself as he waited.
*Derek
Derek had just about finished packing when he heard the honking from the street. He sighed softly because it couldn't be anyone but the human boy he was working with. He quickly finished packing and headed out the door. He locked it behind him before walking down the stairs and out to the Jeep. He opened the passenger side door and tossed his bag in the back before climbing in. "You sure this is actually necessary?" he asked, because he still really didn't want to do this. He's only been camping once and it really didn't end well.
Stiles nodded slightly "Yeah, don't really see any other options. It's better than just going out there every single night and then going home again. No, let's just stay out there for the week and see if we can find anything. We can try and track it during the day too," he said and looked over at Derek. "It has a distinctive scent after all."
Derek nodded slightly and looked back out at the road, "I didn't bring a sleeping bag or anything," he said after a moment, thinking that he probably should have at least grabbed a pillow or a blanket off his bed.
Stiles smiled. "That's fine, I grabbed a bunch of blankets and pillows," he said and shrugged slightly. "Tent's kind of small, but it'll have to do."
"How small, exactly?" Derek asked and looked over at Stiles.
"It's made for two people," Stiles said with a smile and looked at Derek for a moment, "So small," he said with a laugh and looked back out at the road.
Derek sighed, but didn't say anything else. Instead, he just stared out the window.
