Oh. My. God. Let me just say I was DEFINITELY not expecting that many alerts. Like, seriously. I'm freaking out.

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Chapter Two

He walked down an empty street. This place wasn't familiar to him. Stiles looked up to the sky and saw it was night, but strangely, there was no moon. Where was this light coming from? How could he see? He was standing in the middle of a road, it was deserted. The silence was deafening as he observed the lifeless houses that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

"Hello?" He called. No answer. "I'm lost." He said quietly.

"You're not lost." He jumped at the sound of her voice. It was familiar, comforting. Slowly, he turned around and smiled.

She smiled right back. "Where am I?"

"Exactly where you need to be, Stiles." She walked up to him with a heartening twinkle in her eye. "You're with me." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. She dug her face into his chest as he ran his fingers through her long, blonde hair.

"I'm with you." He repeated. "That's all that matters." She smiled against his chest.

"Will you promise me something?" She asked quietly, slowly pulling away. He grabbed both her hands and entwined their fingers, looking deeply into her eyes. He nodded. "Promise me I'll always have your heart."

"I promise, Erica." Stiles said with a smile. "I promise." She nodded and backed away from him slowly, letting go of his hand. "Why are you leaving?"

"We'll see each other soon." She said with a reassuring smile. He just nodded and watched as she slowly walked into the darkness. "Remember your promise."

He slowly opened his eyes to find a familiar, but annoying noise greeting him as he lay in his bed. He punched the 'snooze' button on his alarm and groaned. Daylight shone through his window and it burned his eyes. Another day he must go through…another day of self-torture. He knew he could handle it, but for how much longer? Could this be the day that things will change? He didn't exactly know what he wanted to change about his life, to begin with. He just felt…empty.

But Stiles, as he always had, pushed those deeper thoughts and memories of his dream aside. And he went through his morning routine as if he had no problem at all.

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"Hey, man. You okay?" Stiles quickly looked up at Scott. It was lunch and him, along with every other student in the school, was happy the day was already half-over. He furrowed his eyebrows as he took a bite out of his apple.

"Yeeeaah…" He said. "Are you okay?" Scott nodded slowly with a curious expression.

"For the most part…I'm just wondering since you don't seem yourself." Scott stated. "Not lately. You've been quieter than usual. Actually—a lot quieter." Stiles was actually shocked Scott even saw a difference, regarding all the attention he's spent on Alison.

"I'm fine…"

"Is this—uh. Is this because of your, you know…" Scott said nervously.

"My what?" Scott leaned over the table to look him in the eye.

"Your mom?" Stiles went silent and stared at Scott. He put his apple down on the table and flickered his gaze to the floor. "I mean…it is close to the anniversary of—." Scott was hesitant again. "The incident." Stiles breathed out heavily.

"No—no. I'm okay, Scott." He said quietly.

"Are you sure?" His friend asked, unbelieving.

"I'm fine, Scott." He reassured. "I'm fine." Scott just nodded and continued to eat his lunch. Stiles lost his appetite and just stared at the ground for the remainder of lunch.

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It was later on, in the course of days, that Stiles found out his father had lost his job, because of him. He had left his dad alone to join Scott in trying to stop Jackson and his master. He had been given a job, an opportunity to prove himself as something, but he utterly failed in a sort of way. The only good that has come out of the situation was that he had managed to somewhat protect Erica and Isaac. But overall, he had only half succeeded. It wasn't good enough for him.

Stiles was just tired. He's been tired all the time, lately. He was tired of failing his dad, making him pay for the mistakes he has done. He was tired of constantly feeling alone, all the time. He was tired of not having anyone to talk to, not having anyone to express his deeper emotions. On the outside, people saw a hyperactive, clumsy, sarcastic boy. But there was nothing on the inside. Absolutely nothing.

Stiles let those unwanted thoughts sink in as a tap from his window echoed throughout the room. He jumped out of his desk chair and barely fell as he saw the person sitting on the outside of his window. It took him a minute to process the situation, but once he did, he moved slowly and hesitantly as he slid open the window and let the guest in.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He whispered rather loudly. "Oh let me guess…you're 'bored'." Erica chuckled as she stepped through the windowsill with her knee-high boots and slowly walked into his room, observing it closely. "Seriously, what are you doing here? H-how do you even know where I live?—"

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" She cut him off. He wore an insulted expression but she just rolled her eyes. She moved towards his family pictures on his wall and studied them. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head confusedly.

"Seriously, Erica. What do you want?" He asked tiredly.

"Don't flatter yourself." Erica looked back at him with raised eyebrows.

"I wasn't-."

"Derek gave me a direct order to come here and check up on you." Erica stated. Now he was even more jumbled. "I guess you're a key aspect in helping stop the Kanima. And obviously we can't have you dead."

"Okay—please explain to me how I am a 'key aspect'?" She shrugged and sat on his bed. Something about the sight made his stomach flutter.

"I don't know. I guess the veterinarian dude said you were 'special'." He rubbed his eyes annoyingly.

"Special how?" He asked loudly, even more impatient and confused than before. She sighed loudly and crossed her legs.

"Derek didn't give me any details, Stiles. Calm yourself." She said bluntly. He groaned and collapsed into his desk chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose with exasperation. "Nice little room you have, here." Erica finally said, looking around once again. He brought his gaze up to her.

"Why are you still here?" He asked. She wore a fake-insulted look.

"What, are you nervous?" She chuckled. "Ever had a girl in your room, Stiles? Or more importantly, your bed?" He gulped nervously and drew his attention to his hands. He really hated her right now. "I thought so…"

"Are you done here?" He finally asked. She raised her eyebrows and got up from the bed.

"Not really. But I have better things to get to, anyways." She said as she walked towards the window. "I'll see you at school." She sang. Stiles rolled his eyes and waved her a sarcastic goodbye. When she finally disappeared he huffed out air that he thought he held the entire time she was here.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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Spoiler Alert: Next chapter will unlock some truth about why Stiles is 'special', and his mother.