*Sorry this chapter took me so long to get out and that it is short. I just started college and have been busy with classes and auditions. Please, dont unfollow my story, i promise, it only gets better from here!*
Stiles woke up early, his legs wrapped in Derek's, his head laying on his chest. Stiles breathed in, the scent of Derek was so intoxicating, it made Stiles' heart race. He looked up and saw Derek sleeping. Everything about Derek made Stiles' hot race. The way he breathed in and out, the way he looked while he slept, the way he held Stiles. Stiles was finally happy, like everything in the world was right.
"Good morning Stiles." Derek said, his tired voice made him irresistible to Stiles.
"Good morning." Stiles said, leaning up on his elbow to look at Derek's eyes.
Derek leaned down and cupped Stiles chin, pulling him in for a kiss. Stiles moaned into the kiss, loving every moment their lips were touching. Stiles got up while kissing Derek, and straddled him, feeling Derek's erection. Stiles started to kiss Derek more passionately, putting everything he had into the kiss. As he was kissing Derek, he started to kiss his neck. Derek gabbed the back of Stiles' neck, holding Stiles there. Then he pulled Stiles up and looked him in the eyes.
"Stiles, lets take things a little slower. We just started dating, not even 24 hours ago. I don't even know if we are official. Then theres the pack, your dad, there is a bunch of stuff that needs to happen before we can do anything." Derek said, giving Stiles a kiss on the cheek.
"I understand." Stiles said, blushing a little at Derek's touch.
Stiles got dressed and headed back over to his dorm room. The room was cold, and the room had an eerie silence to it, like no sound in the whole world could be heard. Then suddenly, as if taken straight out of his body, Stiles was taken to a foreign place.
Stiles looked around. The place was dark, cold, and seemed deserted. The sound of his steps resonated off the walls and made a strange echo that chilled Stiles to the bone. He walked down a long hallway that finally opened up to a huge foyer. The place seemed to Stiles like an empty bank. The desks that lined the walls of the foyer, the tall ceilings, the grand staircase that led upstairs. Stiles heard a voice in the distance. A deep, dark, menacing voice.
"Derek Hale is his name." the voice said, as if answering a question from an unknown source.
"No no no, nothing I cant handle. His pack is just a bunch of teenage kids. Its like High School Musical." The voice said again.
"Surely not sir…the Oracle couldn't be here. Why would he come to a place like Beacon Hills?...Yes sir. Yes sir, I got the name sir….Thank you sir."
"Hello….? Earth to Stiles?" said a voice, and Stiles was pulled back to reality. When he came back to, Stiles collapsed on the bed. Scott ran over to help him.
"Stiles, are you ok?" Scott said, laying him flat, and against his pillow.
"Wha….huh….what happened…?" Stiles said, his head spinning.
"Im not sure, I came in and you were in this weird trance, muttering gibberish. Then you just kind of collapsed." Scott said, feeling Stiles head. His head was burning hot, like a fire was emitting from his head. "Has this happened before?"
"Not that I can remember…." Stiles said, his voice trailing off as a searing pain rushed through his head. Stiles involuntarily screamed in pain, clutching his hand to his head.
Derek rushed into the room, Stiles scream was loud enough for Derek to hear.
"Whats wrong Stiles?" He said, leaning over him. Stiles couldn't answer, the pain was too great. "Whats wrong with him?" Derek asked, turning to Scott.
"I don't now…I walked in and he was in a weird trance, muttering some gibberish about an oracle or something. Next thing I know, he's crashing on the bed with mind numbing pain." Scott answered, kneeling to get a better look at him.
"Oracle? Did he say anything specific?" Derek asked, the tone of his voice changing to a super serious one.
"No….everything else was gibberish…" Scott said, looking Derek straight in the eyes, seeing the fear. "Derek, what is an oracle?"
"An Oracle is a fortuneteller of sorts. They have the ability to see into the future, but it can only see the future of something or someone it is connected to spiritually or physically. They also have the ability to read minds at will, which comes in handy when trying to strategize. Usually an Oracle is a war beneficiary…usually one only rises when war is near." Derek said, looking back at Stiles.
"Do you think that there is an Oracle here? In Beacon Hills?" Scott asked, the fear in his voice too great to hide.
Derek kept his focus towards Stiles.
"I think so…and I think hes laying right here in front of us."