Chapter 5 - Finding Her

"This is going to sound odd." Derek said as he sat in the passenger's seat of Stiles' jeep.

"Bro. Everything we do is odd."

"I have been having dreams."

"Nightmares?" Stiles asked with a passing glint of worry in his eyes.

"No. Not nightmares." Derek reassured him. "Dreams…. About a girl."

Stiles raised his eyebrows. "Are you going to tell me about sex dreams Derek?"

Derek looked at him, sighed and rolled his eyes.

"I'm dreaming about a girl I've never met."

Stiles sat back. "What do you mean you have never met?"

"For the past few weeks I have been dreaming of a girl that I have never physically met before"

"But they are sex dreams."

"Knock it off!" said Derek

"These are different. I can smell her skin, taste her kiss. It's all so real. Her eyes…" he trailed off.

Stiles looked at Derek, his eyes growing wider with anticipation.

"She may be the next victim."

Stiles didn't react. He pulled the jeep to the side of the road and put it in park.

He turned to Derek.

"WHAT!"

"The girl I have been dreaming of may be the next victim. She looks very similar to the other girls."

"How is that possible?" Stiles asked.

"I went to see Deaton early this morning. The tattoos are witches coven tattoos. Freya may be trying to reach out to me through a dream fasting spell."

"Freya?" Stiles looked at Derek, his brows knitted together.

"Yes. Freya."

"A Dream Fasting spell?" Stiles tried to hold his composure.

"Its very old Salem witch magic." said Derek

Stiles breathed heavily and shut his eyes. He sat still for several minutes. Derek didn't dare speak.

"So." Stiles started. "You went to Deaton without me?'

"Right."

"And he was able to connect both of the girls by the tattoos?"

"Witches." Derek corrected.

"AND…. you have been dreaming of a girl who looks like the other victims. Who you think may be the next victim?" Stiles stopped.

"Yeah." Derek said.

"And you think she is reaching out to you in dreams because she is already in trouble?"

"Yes."

"And she's a witch?" Stiles said.

"I don't know."

"And a Salem witch to boot." said Stiles. "What is with you and witches?"

Derek turned back and looked at Stiles.

"I DON'T KNOW STILES!"

"OK." Stiles checked the oncoming traffic and pulled the jeep back onto the road.

"So how do we find her? Does Deaton have a locator spell or something?"

"I don't know."

"Well you have to know something Derek." Stiles barked.

They drove down Main Street in silence. Derek looked out the window. Then he caught the scent. Her scent.

"Stiles. Stop the car." He shouted.

"What?"

"STOP THE CAR NOW!" Derek yelled.

Stiles slowed to find a place to stop but Derek flung the door of the car open and jumped out before he could. He stood in the street and closed his eyes. He breathed deeply. He lost it. The scent. Freya. He lost it. Derek turned and looked for Stiles. He had pulled the jeep off the road and parked at the curb. Derek sighed.

There it was again. The scent. He turned and breathed deep. It was stronger than before. He started to walk, following it. His eyes scanned the people on the street. No honey blond hair. No Freya. The scent was the strongest it had been. He looked up and noticed he was in front of the Flower Shop. He remembered that she smelled like flowers.

Stiles caught up with him.

"What the hell man?" he asked.

"I caught her scent, at least I thought I did. She's flowery and spicy and sweet." He stopped and pointed to the sign.

"Flower shop."

Stiles sighed and put his hands on his hips.

Derek was pissed. "I was so sure." he said.

Freya took her apron off and folded it, stashing it under the counter by the register. She walked in back and said good night to her boss. She walked out the back door and got into her car. She turned onto main street and stopped briefly to let a blue jeep pull out in front of her. She hummed to herself and drummed her thumbs on the steering wheel. She liked it here. Beacon Hills. It was a quaint town. Not terribly small. She let her mind wander. She saw herself staying here for a while. Something about it made her feel safe. She drove past the industrial part of town, warehouses and high rise buildings. Maybe she would move closer to town.

She turned on to the highway and drove back to her apartment.