(7)The gates, standing proudly shaped and weaved as two beautiful young women wanted to close knowing they noise they make would alert Baba Yaga, but he poured some oil on the hinges and told them that despite the age they were still beautiful and how he wished he could shine them, and they let him through.
Stiles nearly shouted in relief as they finally reached the gates able to see the top of his Babushka's home. Looking at the iron gate so much taller then ant of them and of the half alive women who were looked down on anyone who enter.
"Damn that's hideous." Jackson muttered.
"We could say the same of you." a pair voices whispered on the wind.
"Who fucking said that?" Jackson snapped.
"They did." Stiles said with a chuckle pointing up at the gate. Both women on the gate's pulled themselves away enough to turn their heads and looking down at Stiles and the others groaning softly as the gate seemed to move with them. "Oh I'm sorry! I almost forgot." he said quickly digging in his bag and pulling out a can of oil and pressing it to their hinges and hearing the women sigh in happiness.
"Hello we've missed you." the women said smiling at Stiles with grim smiles.
"It's been a while ladies. You still are both very beautiful." Stiles replied returning their smile with a real one of his own. "I hate to bother you but has Babushka left today? Or lately?"
"Not safe in the woods." the pair's voice getting shrill as the wind blew through them making their voices a bit louder. "Not safe, even with the dogs, hunters or other. Must stay home and safe."
"I can't." Stiles replied. "Please let us in and then let us out again. I know you will do what you think is best but please."
"Promise to stay safe?" they asked
"He'll be safe." Derek said placing a hand on Stiles shoulder making the gate look at him with suspicion for a moment before swinging their selves open widely.
"That was dumb. They have could hurt you." Stiles said giving Derek a look as they entered the gates and headed towards the house.
"Oh..whoa." Scott said when they finally saw the house. Her home is a hut deep in a birch forest, in a place that is difficult to find, unless a magic thread, feather or doll shows the way but thankfully Stiles had been often enough to know it by heart.
"Be careful the hut has a life of its own." Stiles said glancing at the little hut that stands on large chicken legs. "It can move about. Its windows act as eyes and the lock is full of teeth."
He wanted to laugh at the others glances at the post fence surrounds the hut. The posts are made of human bones and topped with skulls whose blazing eye sockets light up the forest mostly at evening and night.
"And before you ask yes those are human bones." Stiles added as he watched the hut seeming to settle it's self lower knowing visitors were coming. "Welcome to Baba Yaga's."