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Chapter Four:
An intense severe pain ignites in Stiles' head. The sun shines brightly enough to blind her awakening eyes; making them appear to have a golden shimmer. Stiles rises slowly as the pain thickens in her mind. She's lightheaded and strangely hungry for some reason. The stiffness in her bones and muscles loosen up. She looks around, but her vision is blurry.
"Where the hell am I?" Stiles whispers to herself.
She finds herself in a bedroom. But it's not her room. It's someone else's. There's a large window that views the city of Manhattan. It's early morning as the sun creeps from the summer clouds. Stiles' awareness comes in a flash. The bedroom is so neat and clean. It's renovated and has sort of a lofty feel to it. But this doesn't make Stiles comfortable.
"What the hell?" Stiles looks around. She sees a clock sitting on top of a dresser near the bed. It states the time to be 9:45am.
All of the sudden, the bedroom door opens. In comes another young girl in her late teens. She's around the same age as Stiles. The girl has chocolate skin that is so flawless, it has a golden aura. Her eyes are grey and her body is slender. Stiles backs away. She doesn't know what's going on or what the hell happened.
"Who are you?!" Stiles is in a panic. Her chest strains as she plants herself against a wall. The girl carries a tray that has various breakfast foods plated on top of it. It smells wonderful. The scent of fresh, melted butter floods Stiles' nostrils. The girl safely plants the tray on top of the dresser.
"My name is Liana. I do not mean you any harm." The girl now known as Liana tells Stiles.
"Why am I here?" Stiles rush to asks her.
"I have no idea. Drake brought me home and told me to let you sleep." Liana explains. "I fixed you breakfast." She turns to Stiles. "Drake and his family should be up any moment now."
"And I am here." Drake appears in the doorway of the bedroom with his muscular arms folded.
"Stay away." Stiles grabs a pair of scissors that sit on a computer desk on the other side of the room. She points the two blades toward him. Stiles is absolutely terrified of him. Drake just chuckles lightly, placing his hands behind his back like a gentleman.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Stiles." Drake says to her.
"How do you know my name?" Stiles is bewildered. "And what the hell are you?"
"I compelled you last night after I brought you to my family's home." Drake explains. "And as for what I am, I'm a vampire." His eyes quickly change to blue then back to hazel. He slowly comes toward her. "Now, I would like to ask...what are you?"
"What do you mean?" Stiles raises an eyebrow.
"Last night, the moment you walked into the venue, you smelled….strange." Drake can't put his tongue on the word he really wants to use. Stiles is silent. "You not only smelled like wolf stench, but there's something else. Something beneath the surface."
"I'm human and don't step any closer, dickless." Stiles warns. "And why are you not burning, right now." She's confused as to why he cannot burn with the sunlight on him.
"I'm immortal. I cannot die. Sunlight doesn't effect me like most vampires." Drake explains. "My family and I are rulers of the supernatural community of this city and you're encroaching on our territory."
"I had no idea." Stiles puts the scissors down. How the hell was she suppose to know.
"Tell me what you are. You're certainly not human" Drake demands.
"Enough with the games, Drake." Liana interrupts. She makes eye contact with Stiles. "You're a Spark. I can smell it in your blood." Stiles is about to say something, but she's cut off. "I know because I am a witch."
"THERE ARE WITCHES?!" Stiles is stunned. She's so new to all of this. I mean, sure, she has faced some modified supernatural creatures, but damn!
"Yes, I am a witch." Liana clarifies.
"Sparks are extremely rare. Their bloodline is near extinct and are very difficult to find." Drake points out.
"What is a Spark?" Stiles wonders.
"Meet me in the living room after you're done eating." Liana moves to leave out the door.
"Wait! What is a Spark?!" Stiles says louder. Liana just ignores her and walks out of the room.
"You should eat." Drake nods toward the tray of food before walking out as well. It does look delicious. There's hot pancakes, a wine glass filled with fresh squeezed orange juice, a homemade fruit cup, sausage, and eggs.
Sometime later, Stiles is sitting in the living room. The penthouse has five bedrooms, six baths, a kitchen, and all other necessities of a normal home. It's a lovely and luxurious place. It's very spacious and located on top of a skyscraper that holds other condominiums. The penthouse is a comfortable place to live.
An old, large book filled with aged paper with a brownish yellow hue and black ink sits on the living room table near the sofa. The book has suffered some damage. It's hundreds of years old and written in an ancient text. Stiles sits next to Liana while Drake sits on the loveseat.
"Sparks are incredibly powerful. For centuries, they have been known by many names: Fairy, Lightmare, Li, Angels, and even Necromancers. They possess many abilities and can rival a witch's power." Liana explains. "Legends say that both descend from two sisters, born with separate abilities. And as they gave birth to their children, their power was passed on to every generation. The Sparks were hunted by both human and supernatural for their power, which is why it's so rare to find one."
"It is also stated in the legends that Sparks can breathe life into the undead, which is why many undead creatures like vampires want to mate with them, so they'll be able to breed a child." Drake adds in.
"But how am I a Spark? That's impossible. I don't have any powers." Stiles is trying to wrap her head around everything.
"Maybe they're hidden inside you or you could be lying." Drake shrugs.
"I AM NOT A SPARK, YOU OBNOXIOUS SANDPAPER DILDO!" Stiles becomes upset. Liana can't help, but to laugh.
"Yes, you are. Your blood smells like magic. It's intoxicating and would be very difficult for a normal vampire to resist. It's amazing." Drake means no disrespect by saying this.
"Here." Liana turns to Stiles and offers her hands. "There's one way to prove our hypothesis."
Stiles thinks for a moment. She's unsure whether to bring her hands to Liana's. She moves her hands at a slow pace. The tension in the air thickens around them. Stiles and Liana lock hands. Unexpectedly, Stiles feels a tingling sensation zapping its way through her body. She gasps from the feeling.
"You feel that?" Liana gasps as well, feeling the pleasure as well. "That is our magic blending together. As I channel my magic through you, your magic does the same to me."
The intensity of the pulsation feels as if billions of stars exploding throughout their bodies. Stiles is embarrassed after releasing a moan from her lips. Her cheeks turn red from the mortification. But she doesn't want the feeling to stop. The ecstasy flows with so much energy and richness, Stiles is about to moan again. Her legs press together tightly as she rips her hands away from Liana. It's not long until that pleasurable sensation is gone.
"Well, that was interesting." Drake smirks so devilishly.
"Your magic is inside you and it's waiting to release itself." Liana says. And with this, Stiles thinks of what she's capable of. How did she get this power? How can she be this ancient being? It's strange, but for now, she must know more.
"Drake." An older woman, Camilla, in her early 40s, tall, slim, has milky white skin, and is beautiful, walks up the small group. "Who is this and why is she here?"
"Mother, meet Stiles." Drake says.
"Not to be rude, but what are your intentions here?" Camilla questions Stiles.
"I'm just passing through." Stiles confesses.
"What are you, a Witch?" Camilla is intrigued by her scent.
"I'm human." Stiles gets up, but is stopped by Drake.
"Mother, she is our new live in." Drake says, which offends Stiles.
"A live in snack?" Camilla's words frightens Stiles.
"No. She's a Spark, mother. She is valuable." Drake grabs Stiles by the arm.
"Oh, come on, brother. You remember how Sparks tasted." Ioanna comes in along with another young man. His name is Galen and he's Ioanna and Drake's brother. He's in his late 20s with fair skin, light hair, and a slight facial scruff. He's well-built and very powerful much like his family members. But he is known for his ruthlessness and party attitude.
"She looks like a tasty little thing." Galen's throat rumbles with a hint of charm in his voice.
"She is not to be harmed." Drake makes it final. "Liana will be tutoring her for the time being."
"I have to get back to my hotel." Stiles whispers.
"No, need." Ioanna registers her words. "Drake has already checked you out of your room. Your things will be arriving soon."
Stiles' heart pounds with a loud force. It's annoying to the vampire family. Stiles has no idea what she has gotten herself into.
"Your identity is safe. No one knows you're here." Drake explains.
"What do I do now?" Stiles thinks to herself in a fearful silence.
A burst of emotion flood her body. She wants to cry, but she's scared to show weakness. How can she escape the vampires without recognition? How is going to survive under their rule? And she thinks these things to herself, her soul is swallowed by a nauseous, burning pain.
(...)
John's Office
Beacon Hills Police Department
It has been a week since John has put out a MP report on Stiles. He has reached out to several news stations, including around the U.S. He's been an emotional wreck since then. Stiles is nowhere to be found. He has no idea what kind of danger she is in.
"Sheriff." Parrish comes in. "We've learned that Stiles visited the nightclub, Pulse, a few days ago and bought a package from a local drug dealer."
"What's his name?" John questions Parrish on the matter.
"Chris Marshall." Parrish answers. "This guy had two previous arrests. One for illegal possession of narcotics and another for an illegal possession of a firearm."
John moves past Parrish in a blur. He goes through the station and heads to the interrogation room, where two sworn officers are guarding. They let him through as John goes in. The dealer now known as Chris Marshall sits in a chair nervously. Parrish is right behind John.
"We got a tip from an anonymous source about the deal. We busted selling ecstasy in some alleyway on Charleston St." He finishes.
"Look, I swear, I had nothing to do with that." Chris lies.
"Tell me the truth about the deal with my daughter or I'll make sure you'll never see the light of day again." John threatens. "You have one chance."
"Uh, I-ehh-uhh." Chris stumbles.
One part of his mind wants him to admit the truth to save himself while the other doesn't want to snitch. John's face becomes more menacing. He's one second away from ripping this idiot apart.
"The uhh…" Chris' lungs restrict, but he forces the words out. "Your daughter came to me one day. She got word about me making fake IDs and she wanted a premium package."
"Premium package?" Parrish raises an eyebrow.
"Uhh...fake passports, IDs, a new birth certificate….whatever." The jitters is getting to the drug dealer. "She wanted the package and made the order." Chris thinks. "She gave me a name! She wanted me to use a name for the ID. Um...what is it?" He asks himself.
"What was the name?" John's voice is gravely.
"I can't remember. I can't remember." Chris repeats.
John moves out of his seat before anyone can notice him. He pushes Chris out of his chair and onto the ground. He grabs Chris by the collar of his jacket with furious rage.
"WHAT'S THE NAME?!" John is about to blackout. He can feel his anger slipping.
"CLAUDIA!" Chris cowers in fear.
The name causes John's anger to dissipate. Hearing his wife's name brings him so many memories. It all makes sense to why Stiles chose that name.
"Claudia Reynolds." Chris remembers.
John doesn't say anything. He storms out of the room, remembering his wife. He rests his hand on the back on his hands. His heart flutters. He's light headed, but he can manage. Parrish approaches him. John can sense him.
"She used my wife's maiden name. Claudia Reynolds." John catches his breath. "Put it out there. I want Stiles found; where she is."
"But how are we supposed to do that? There can many women out there with that name." Parrish replies.
"Her middle name is Lena. Claudia Lena Reynolds. Find it." John walks away. He needs a minute to himself. And as he thinks about his wife, the thought of gaining a step to find his daughter comforts him.
(...)
Night
The Dining Room
The Penthouse
Stiles, Drake, Liana, and Ioanna are sitting at the dining room table, where dinner is being presented by Camilla and Galen. Wine has been poured into each of their glasses.
"I hope you like my cooking, Stiles. It's an honor to have you as a guest." Camilla says. She's punctual. "I hope you're hungry." Stiles just smiles so shyly. She's still scared.
"Don't be scared." Drake tells Stiles.
"Yes, no one is to harm you." Camilla reminds her.
The food makes Stiles stomach rumble. Drake chuckles at the sound. The food looks wonderful. There's a roasted whole chicken in a pan, resting on caramelized potatoes and chopped medallion onions. Galen takes the aluminum foil off and the smell makes everyone hungry. There's also green bean casserole, stuffing, and shepard's pie.
"It's smells wonderful." Stiles says respectfully.
"Thank you." Camilla sits down next to Drake while Galen sits on the other side of them.
"So vampires can eat normal food and not just drink blood." Stiles is curious of it.
"Yeah. I mean, it helps with the cravings a little, but unlike humans, we can't get fat or anything." Galen reveals. Stiles just nods while in thought.
"I'll say Grace." Liana is ready to eat.
Later, everyone is just enjoying the meal. Stiles is a little nervous. She doesn't want to be a pig and just chow down on her food.
"My son, Drake, says you're a Spark." Camilla is intrigued. "I'm astounded. I thought the Sparks died out centuries ago."
"I had no idea myself until they told me." Stiles says timidly.
"Do you have family?" Camilla questions.
"Uh...no. I don't." Stiles lies again. Camilla's expression says that she knows Stiles is.
"So, you're not from Beacon Hills, California and your father is not the town's sheriff, who is currently looking for you at this very moment?" Camilla points it out, making Stiles heart drop.
"You don't have to lie. Just chill." Liama tells Stiles.
"Okay, I am." Stiles just shrugs.
"Your father is worried about you. He wants you home." Camilla reveals.
"I can't go home." Stiles shakes her head, holding it down.
"And why can't you?" Camilla asks.
"Because I'm a burden." Stiles' voice shakes. "My pack abandoned me after I got hurt and they said that I was a liability and useless to them. I put my father's career in danger." The thought of it hurts her. "I can't go back." Camilla and the others stare at her. They all can understand her situation.
"But your father seems to care about you." Galen mentions before taking another bite of his food.
"I know." Stiles says abruptly. "But I can't go back. I'm not going to burden him ever again."
"We understand that, Stiles." Camilla explains. "It's just, as a parent, I would not stop looking for my children if they were missing. But I understand your resolve."
A moment of silence comes over the dinner table. Drake wipes his mouth and pours himself another glass of red wine. He turns to Stiles and he says:
"It's your decision. That's why we're going to give you the choice of staying with us."
"Stay?" Stiles questions.
"We'll give you two choices: One, you can stay here with us, Liana can teach you how to master your potential in magic, and you will be given a new life or…." Camilla begins to say. "We can alert your father of your whereabouts and turn you in." And with that, Stiles rushes out of her chair.
"As a Spark, you are incredibly valuable to us. With you and Liana, our adopted daughter, we will have more power. It would be a shame to give you up." Galen admits.
"I am not some puppet." Stiles is pissed.
"The choice is yours. You don't have to decide now. We'll wait until morning." Camilla says.
"Mother she's not a slave." Drake is upset.
"Brother you are so soft." Ioanna laughs.
"Mind your tongue, Ioanna." Camilla takes a sip of wine before addressing Stiles again: "In another sense, you will be family. You will have our protection, Stiles, as a member of this family. And the only reason why I threaten to give you up is because I can perfectly understand what your father is going through as a mother. I'm not trying to be harsh, but because I'm a vampire, doesn't mean I cannot understand what a human feels. After all, my family and I were once human."
"Your father won't find you. I made sure that the hotel worker deleted your information. No one will find you unless we want them to." Drake makes it clear to Stiles.
Stiles thinks to herself for a moment then storms through the penthouse and into the same bedroom she woke up in this morning. The family just takes a breather after explaining everything to her. They knew giving Stiles a choice would've caused her to be upset, but it's for the best. Sparks are rare to come by nowadays.
(...)
An Alleyway
"HELP!" The screams of a young college student echoes through the walls.
A pair of rotting claws tears through his flesh as a creature's teeth tears through his collarbone. He grunts and cries as the sound of bones crunching and flesh tearing asunder becomes deafening. The young man gurgles blood. Before he dies, he looks in the savage crimson eyes of his killer. The creature's face is disfigured, looking like someone twisted their face in the most horrifying way. It's woman! The young man dies, realizing that this is the end of his young life.
The creature stands and is covered in blood as small lumps of flesh drools from their mouth. She stares up at the night sky with her rotting sharp teeth flashing.
"Spark!" Her voice is demonic and deep as her eyes roll in the back of her head to sniff the air. "Through you, my children will be born."