Scott pulled Derek into the hall.
"What do you mean? Stiles is the Oracle?" His voice at a loud whisper.
"Possibly. I mean, all the signs are there!" Derek said, pushing Scotts hand off his shoulder.
Derek walked back into the room, and Stiles was sitting upright on the bed.
"Whats going on?" He asked, his voice weak from exhaustion.
Derek shot Scott a look as he was about to speak.
"Stiles," Derek said, walking over and sitting on his bed beside him, "do you remember anything of what just happened?"
"I remember…coming home from your dorm…then I came in here and…" Stiles voice trailed off.
"Stiles, I need you to think. Think as hard as you can, and try to remember what happened after you left my room." Derek said, grabbing Stiles by the chin and looking him dead in the eyes.
Stiles took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He stayed this way for what seemed like forever. Then his eyes popped open and turned a glassy white color. He looked up into the air, his eyes never blinking.
"I see a large bank. Tall, glass windows. A marble staircase leading to a vault. A man, standing alone, talking on the phone. Something about an oracle. The man speaks. He mentions someone by the name of Natalie…says she can…" and with that, Stiles' eyes rolled and he closed them as he fell back against his pillow.
"Can help with what?" Derek asks, but knows Stiles cannot answer him. He leaned down and gave him a big kiss on the forehead.
"What was he babbling about?" Scott asked, looking at Derek with a strange expression on his face.
"No idea…but we have to go to the bank and find this man who was communicating with Stiles."
"What do you mean by communicating? Stiles was just imagining it, right?"
Derek walked out of the room and across the hall to his.
"Not necessarily. Oracles also have telekinesis Scott. God, how do you get through school? There could have been someone at the bank that was thinking what they wanted Stiles to know." Derek said, grabbing the keys to his Camaro. "Are you coming, or not?"
When Scott and Derek arrived at the abandoned bank, Derek pulled the car into a space. The bank was a huge building, large staircase, huge windows, large stone columns. Derek looked at Scott and then started walking towards the entrance.
"If I had to guess, I'd say the guy is in the center of the bank where the vault is." Derek said. He started up the stairs. The doors were barred with a chain and a large pad lock. Derek pulled on it to see if there was any give. The chain didn't budge. Derek looked around for another entrance. Looking up at the tall building, Derek spotted a few missing windows at the top of the bank right below the roof.
"Scott, it looks like the only way in is through those windows." Derek said, and started to climb the building, using the ledges to climb. Scott followed suit, using their werewolf powers to scale the building. They carefully climbed through the window, landing lightly on the stone ground inside, their steps making a slight echo. Derek started down the long corridor of the bank, reaching the marble stairs Stiles had seen in his vision.
"The vault should be down this way." Derek whispered to Scott.
"How do you know so much about this bank?" Scott asked, following behind Derek as quietly as possible.
"My mother used to be the manager here…before she died."
Scott dropped his head in a silent apology, then they were on their way again. Derek came to the doors that lead to the vault. He paused outside to listen for anyone talking. He didn't hear anyone inside. He slowly opened the door, inching inside as to not fall into any traps. He looked around the room to see if there was any sign of anyone being there. There was a piece of paper on the ground with a name and an address on it. Derek picked it up and read it:
Stiles Stilinski
Beacon Hills Private High
Room 249
Bring him to the specified spot tonight at midnight. We will discuss what we will do with him there. Make sure to destroy this the moment you read it. If this letter fell into the wrong hands, and the Witch Natalie were to find him, all our efforts would be for nothing. If either I or my son Chris find out that you failed in your task, the consequences will be great.
Gerard
Derek dropped the letter and turned to look at Scott.
"They are on their way to get Stiles now…they are gonna take him." Derek said, standing and stalking towards the door.
"Who is? Derek, who's gonna take Stiles?" Scott said, following after him.
Derek didn't say anything, he just kept stalking towards to entrance of the building. He busted through the front windows, his rage showing in every step. Scott ran after him and jumped into the passenger seat of the Camaro. Derek sped off to the school, ignoring every street law. When they arrived back at the school, Derek threw his car into park and practically sprinted for the front office. Busting through the doors and straight into Principal Argents office, he threw the doors open. The office was empty. It looked as though there hadn't been anyone in there for weeks. The papers were perfectly laid out on the desk, the chair slid nicely under the desk, the air cold. Derek punched the wall and ran out of the office. He ran towards the dorms.
"Please God, let Stiles still be there! Please!" he pleaded as he ran. He pushed through the corridor doors and ran down the hall, up the stairs, then to room 249. Scott was standing in the door way looking dumbfounded. Derek pushed by him to see Stiles bed empty, the covers nicely made up. There was a note placed nicely on his pillow. Derek walked over and picked it up. He read it out loud so Scott could hear it too. The letter read:
Dear Mr. Hale,
Do not make any attempt to find Mr. Stilinski. He is in out care now and will remain so until the end of the storm that is quickly approaching. If you attempt to rescue him, you are only putting him in danger. We apologize upon the suddenness of his disappearance, but it was the best way for this to happen considering what you and your pack are. We are well aware of what you are capable of, however, I'm sure you are aware of what me and my family are capable of. So again, I warn you, do NOT attempt to find him. Regards.
I'm sure you know.
"Hes…hes gone…" Derek said, sinking down onto Stiles bed.