Chapter 3: Waking to the Sparks Behind My Eyes.

Stiles wakes to a tingling sensation that fills his body.

"What the fuck is going on?" He mumbles tiredly, his body still moving in the despairingly slow, lazy speed of a man recovering from a much needed slumber.

"What?" Derek grumbles beside him, pulling him in close, and kissing sleep drunk at his neck.

"I feel… Something. Something different. Like something is calling to me. Something ancient? I need to go."

"No… you should stay."

"Not today there is something I need to do. I need to figure it out. I'll eat while I am walking around."

"Okay, I will…"

"Yeah, I know. I love you too Derek." Stiles says as he puts on his shoes and then goes to the door and leaves the apartment.

Stiles flies through Beacon Hills at top human speed (to prevent suspicion). He just runs the whole time feeling a heat beneath his skin. He sees lights dancing beneath his eyelids every time he closes his eyes and he tingles with energy.

What is this? God this is freaking me out. Maybe I should go to Deaton's.

Just as he is turning around the corner near the diner a street light explodes overhead. This wouldn't have been as weird if it weren't ten A.M. and the light was even on.

Yep I am going to go see Deaton now.

He starts around the corner when something appears in front of his legs and trips him quiet purposely and he falls hard. Now this wouldn't bother him so much if it wasn't so obvious that the maybe 18 or 19 year old guy wasn't looking at him so smugly.

"Hey, what was that for?" he exclaims at the annoying guy.

"Oh, no reason. Just be careful with what you tell people some secrets can't come to light without stunting the fruition of their benefactors." The guy says as he turns to leave. His eyes flash what seem to be purple for just a microsecond. It's so fast that if Stiles weren't completely perturbed by the guy and he weren't a werewolf he probably would've just counted it as a visual hallucination.

"What the fuck." He shouts as the guy exits by rounding the corner he had just come from before falling.

But, now that the threat was gone and he no longer felt the presence of the ominous guy he noticed that all of the crackling beneath his skin was gone. Like either he found what he was looking for or something blocked it out or drained the energy from him.

Now Stiles just feels this strange mental fatigue settling over him.

"I'm gonna go home now," he sighs as he figures out what to do a solid ten minutes later.

Sorry for the long wait guys. It's just I really couldn't connect the scenes I was creating in my head. I figured this was the most available way for my ease though it leaves a slightly bad taste in my mouth. For a while I was deciding whether or not I was going to have him meet with Deaton and then meet the OC or not and how I was going to make this whole thing work. I just ended up with a head ache and a long waffling process but here it is. Yes it is short but hopefully I will actually start posting more regularly now.