Chapter 2

Lost Lover!

Derek ran through the forest following Stiles' scent for the hundredth time in the last 2 weeks. He had always come up with nothing, but he refused to stop looking for his mate. His heart ached again, his eyes filled with unshed tears for his witch. He missed him again, he needed his Stiles back.

He stopped where the scent vanished and slammed his fist into the ground.

"Where are you Stiles?" Derek whispered as a tear left his beautiful green eye.

Derek drove his Camaro to the police station in hopes that the Sheriff might have heard of something, since Stiles' cousins were doing a locator spell that seemed to come up empty each time they tried it.

Derek rushed into the station finding Mr. Stilinski, talking on a phone as another officer looked genuinely concerned.

Sheriff Stilinski turned his head to find Derek his eye brows perked up as if to ask if he had found anything.

Derek shook his head causing the Sheriff to frown before hanging up the phone. He walked over to Derek and placed his hand on the young man's shoulder, "I have A.P.B. Keeping a look out, nothing as of yet. How did the search go in the forest?" Stiles' father asked.

"No luck, his scent just ended he's definitely teleporting." Derek said quietly so that the other officer's couldn't over hear him.

"You should see if the other are having any luck. I'm going to call some people, see if I can get more help." The Sheriff said with a sad look in his face.

"Okay, I'll talk get back to you as soon as they find something." Derek said with as much of a sincere smile as he could.

Derek exited the police station, the drive home was quiet. The demon kidnapped his lover but for what purpose? He was worried he would make Stiles do horrible things, he wondered if he would ever see his witch ever again.

Derek took the long route home, he wanted to drive up the back driveway to pass by Stiles' old broken jeep that sat in the back drive way wanting to remember all the times Stiles had spent trying to fix it, before finally giving it a rest so he could find all the parts for it and then make it like new again. But with everything that had been happening he forgot about it, it had been sitting in the driveway for almost a year with a black tarp over it to keep it protected from the weather. But as Derek drove up something looked to be different, Stiles' jeep was gone and so was the tarp. Derek skidded to a stop, exiting his vehicle and ran over to the now empty spot in the driveway.

He stood there looking for any clues as to who took it, he could smell Stiles' scent but it was mixed with another scent, it was Stiles but he was conflicted, and sad. His scent ended where the jeep once sat, the other scent was the Demons, it smelled like smoke from a dying fire place or wood stove with a hint of burned hair.

The scent was only a few hours old he came back for his jeep and then left. "Why would he leave if he has control?" Derek asked himself looking around for more evidence.

Stiles sat outside of town in his jeep he wished it still worked, he had missed driving in it. Remembering all the times he had, had a moment and attempted to go out and fix it but was distracted by some life or death situation, which occupied him instead. Always putting it off even when some of the newer parts had come in. He felt it was almost pointless to fix it, something else would just end up breaking anyways.

"We can make it better." The Cryix's voice sounded inside Stiles' head.

"What do you mean, how would we do that?" Stiles asked.

"We can use our powers to create a newer vehicle out of this old piece of crap." The voice said.

"How?" Stiles asked, a little intrigued by the Demons proposal.

"Use the energy around you to create and change the current vehicle into something better. Imagine it in your mind's eye, it changing into the vehicle you desire." The demon spoke like Stiles should already know this stuff.

"Oh okay." Stiles said placing his hands on the stirring wheel, he closed his eyes and concentrated He thought for a moment liking his jeep he decided to go with what he knew. The energy around the blue broken jeep began to attack the metal and glass, the rubber and plastic, the fabric and fiberglass. Like acid it ate at the vehicle and then replaced it into newer looking Jeep, same color same 2 door just newer. The seats fabric restitched itself the crack in the windshield healed, the rust spots fell of and were replaced with new metal and fresh paint. The engine was now black and silver like fresh out of the package. The radio now had a built in JPS system with blue tooth and CD player, aux plug and 3 different charging plugs. The dash was now a black leather, the seats were now black polyester. The sounds being made sounded a lot like metal scraping and wind being forced through small places.

Stiles opened his eyes to watch the finishing touches appear in and outside of the jeep. He opened the door and exited the divers side taking a look at the new Jeep before him. His jeep just newer and slightly modified it looked exactly like a jeep wrangler, exactly what he envisioned. Stiles sat back into his new jeep and started the engine with a new key attached to his Key chain. The vehicle roared to life with a beautiful new sound.

Stiles smiled, "Now this is more like it."

"So where to now?" The Cryix asked.

"Maine." Stiles said pressing lightly on the gas. The jeep drove forward passed the sign that read 'You Are Now Leaving Beacon Hills.'

Derek walked up the porch to his and Stiles' house, even though they shared it with the pack members who's didn't have a place to go. He unlocked the front door and walked inside the living room had sleeping and awake studying witches trying to locate Stiles, the kitchen and basement was dark which meant Jackson and Erica were in bed. Lydia stayed over a lot to help with Eli and Cari since Stiles disappeared 2 weeks ago. Isaac was staying at Scott's, with Scott and his mother. Kali and the twins were at a hotel in town, staying in town waiting for something to happen for Stiles to show up. Allison visited everyday to help with the search and hone her hunting skills, they all missed Boyd, not so much Peter, but his absence was noticeable.

Derek hung up his coat before making his way to his son and daughter's room, they were tucked in and growing quickly, sleeping soundly as Lydia slept across the hall in one of the empty guest bedrooms.

Derek left the sliding doors open from his and his kids rooms, sitting on the bed he missed his boyfriends presence, his scent, his silent snore, his constant moving while asleep. He missed the little things that never seemed that important, and the things he would complain about. What he wouldn't give for Stiles to be hogging the bed at this very moment.

Derek kicked off his shoes before falling backwards onto his bed, the soft blanket catching him as he slowly sunk into it. He sighed, closing his eyes as the quiet house reminded him of his lost lover, he turned onto his side with his feet hanging off the edge of the bed. A picture of him and stiles on the dresser beside the door, his boyfriends goofy looking face as his was all serious. He wished he was more like Stiles when it came to taking photo's.

Derek new he was going to have more trouble trying to sleep without Stiles by his side.

1 week later.

Derek sat in the study in his expansive burgundy leather computer chair at his red wood oak desk reading through Stiles' spell book for a way to find Stiles, he found that each time he touched a page, the book would shock him. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad sign Brien had told him it meant that the book had a liking to him, even though it wasn't it's master. But Derek thought that maybe it was his wolf that might be causing the book to reject him. Some of the pages were blank but had power levels on the bottom corners, he wondered if the book was hiding the more expert spells from Stiles as well or just him. He turned the next page to find a section all about different Pagan ceremony's funerals, celebration of life, hand fasting a form of joining bloodlines with another. It was very similar to the old werewolf mating ceremony of joining together as one, creating stronger lines for power and wealth but this was more for love and spending their lives together for one another.

It sounded wonderful, Derek smiled and wondered if that's how Stiles' parents had done it.

From the drawing in the book Derek imagined himself with Stiles, Offering their love to each other in front of their god and goddess, on an alter covered with a variety of flowers, candles, and crystals. The priestess would tie a ribbon around their hands to bind them as one as they said their vows to each other, after they would drink from the same cup to bring good health to them, then they would jump over a broom laying on the ground to banish evil from their lives.

Derek was broken from his thoughts with a knock on the study door.

"Come in." Derek said flipping quickly to the next page.

The heavy wooden doors opened and Scott walked in, "Caleb has a new idea on how to find Stiles, we need you."

Derek raised his brow with interest, before getting up from his chair and following Scott to the living room.

"We need your blood." Caleb said holding out the handle of a knife from his hand.

"What for?" Derek asked taking the sharp blade.

"It's for a spell to find a lost love, it's a very old spell, I had to get the elders back home to send us. It should help, they are working hard to find Stiles as well, but something is blocking them from seeing him clearly.

"Will it work?" Derek asked,

"It should, but if it doesn't we have another spell we can try but it takes a month to prepare, Brien and Madison are in the kitchen now starting it." Caleb said as he put a red rose into the bowl of other ingredients.

"What will it do?" Derek asked cutting his hand.

"Well this spell should take you or an astral projection of you to where Stiles is and what he's seeing at this very moment. The spell that takes a month is similar but it moves your body as well as your mind to him, like Teleportation but it's more direct, whether their protected by magic or not."

"I see." Derek said as Caleb handed him a piece of paper with writing on it.

"Read this after you add your blood." Caleb said as Derek raised his hand over the bowl and let the blood drip from his hand.

As soon as his blood hit the rose white smoke exploded from the bowl as if someone had a smoke machine hiding under the bowl and it was coming up through a hole in the metal.

"Whither my love, wherever you be, through time and space take my heart nearer to thee." Derek said with skepticism as the smoke rose to the ceiling.

Derek waited but nothing seemed to happen, before he new it he was falling backwards into Scott's arms being led to the floor as his eyes fluttered closed.