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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski, Laura_Hale, Cora_Hale,
      Malia_Tate, Peter_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Sheriff_Stilinski's_Name_is_John, Werewolves, Top_Derek_Hale, Magical
      Stiles_Stilinski, Slow_Build_Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Alternate
      Universe_-_Fantasy, Alternate_Universe_-_Historical, Minor_Character
      Death, Not_Beta_Read, Bottom_Stiles_Stilinski, Drama, Underage_Stiles
      Stilinski, Pack_Dynamics, Spark_Stiles_Stilinski
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-06 Updated: 2017-12-31 Chapters: 2/? Words: 6462
****** Beyond the Darkness ******
by nino03
Summary
     Every night Stiles sees the same dream about monsters and a strange
     tree stump. One morning he finds himself barefooted in the forest,
     but something doesn’t feel right...
Notes
     Okay, this is my first time posting to this site and I'm super
     nervous. I also suck at writing summaries so hope you find this
     interesting and promising start. The first chapter is little bit
     "filler" but it's needed to get Stiles where he's supposed to be. So
     yes, this will be multi-chapter fic, but I will already warn you that
     I'm a slow writer.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Awakening *****
It was normal for Stiles to be surrounded by piles of books when he found
something interesting. Being a 16 years old hyperactive teenager made him dive
into the research as he really loved to do that. If he didn’t know something,
he would learn it. And then torture everyone with his never-ending babbling
about the matter.
The hazel eyed boy brushed his fingers through his short brown hair that he had
started to grow out. Wishing to slam his head against the desk, Stiles sighed
deeply since he couldn’t find a solution for his problem.
At least not one that could make sense to him.
For every night for the past two weeks he had been seeing the same dream over
and over again.
In the dream he was standing half naked in the middle of the forest that he
suspected being the Beacon Hills Preserve. He wasn’t sure because the Preserve
was so big that even the town’s most curious person didn’t know its every path.
There was a large tree stump that Stiles couldn’t remember ever seeing in the
real life. Even thinking about it while being awake, send cold shivers through
his body. A strange mist surrounded the area, and to Stiles it felt strange but
still oddly familiar.
But not dangerous.
Somehow the place felt like it was calling him, that he needed to be there.
Stiles wasn’t afraid, he actually felt quite calm when approaching the stump.
Sometimes he would just lay over it and watch the moon.
Then things started to change. Since he was clumsy, he would always fall or get
a splinter stuck on his finger and few drops of blood would fall on the stump.
His heartbeat would rise as if he knew something would happen but why would he
feel afraid if it wasn’t dangerous?
Stiles kept waiting for something to happen and then he heard it. That low
sound of a growling monster and it stared at him with its red eyes, like he was
a prey for it.
And after meeting the monster’s stare, Stiles always woke up breathing heavily.
He felt drained and so freakishly tired after every night. This dream was going
to kill him as the books didn’t give him the answers he desperately needed. He
had even ended up reading the history of Beacon Hills, and actually found out
that near the end of 17th century a group of people had moved to Beacon Hills
that were called Wolves. There were old information saying that they arrived
from Salem. For Stiles that was strangely long way to travel during that time.
It couldn’t have been easy, and Stiles wondered were the Wolves Native American
related…
Not much was written about the Wolves, but it’s mentioned that during the
American Revolutionary War the group’s leader was murdered by a British soldier
when the Wolves declined to participate in the battles. Other than that, there
were no other mentions about the Wolves in the history books.
Stiles sighed deeply and then dragged his tired body downstairs where his
father was preparing to leave for work.
“You’re going to be late”, he noted when Stiles slowly poured coffee for
himself. The teenager only grunted as he really wasn’t a morning person (even
though he had been reading whole night and now he was just tired as hell).
“Stiles”, his father sighed. “How much Adderall did you take yesterday?”
“Double?” Stiles wasn’t actually sure. When he really wanted to concentrate, he
took double dosage of his ADHD medication but when it ran out from his body,
the feeling wasn’t so great. It was like a hungover. Not that he could tell his
father what it felt like. But Stiles was sure his father, the Sheriff of Beacon
Hills, knew that he sometimes drank alcohol with his only friend. He had never
been caught but if he did… Well, Stiles could only hope that day would never
come.
The Sheriff sighed and put on his jacket.
“Please behave during Mr. Harris’s lessons”, he reminded his son.
“I hate chemistry…”
“Too much to ask?”
“Yeah, dad. You know me too well, so I can’t give any promises.”
The Sheriff looked at his son and noticed that he truly looked tired. It
probably wasn’t easy being a teenager and having ADHD. Not to mention other
mental problems his son had… The Sheriff truly pitied the teachers who had to
deal with Stiles early in the mornings. At least Stiles now noticed when his
behavior and anxiety started getting bad and could tell that to the teachers.
It wasn’t always like that. How many times he had been called to pick up Stiles
from school because of his violent behavior? It had been such a mess,
especially after his mother passed away.
“Be home by 8pm”, the Sheriff reminded and left.
Stiles stared the closed door and with another heavy sigh he got ready for the
school.
***
After parking his Jeep, Stiles almost ran inside the school. He was late, super
late actually. It had been just his luck that he couldn’t find a clean t-shirt,
so he was forced to wear same Captain America-shirt from yesterday. Nobody
would notice anyway, he hoped.
A cold shiver ran through his body and Stiles looked behind him, but saw no-
one. He could swear he had just felt eyes on him, but it could be just his
imagination. Nobody would look at him. Unless he was making himself a total
clown during the lessons.
Stiles found Scott from the dining hall, and of course he was with Allison.
They were dating now, which surprised quite many people. Allison was really
beautiful girl and Scott was, well, plain and social outcast just like Stiles
himself. They were nobodies at the school.
“Dude! You’re like, three hours late?” Scott had been totally bored during the
chemistry lesson when his best friend hadn’t showed up.
“Oops?” Stiles smirked. He had accidentally fallen asleep after the quick
shower he had decided to take.
“Scott was like a lost puppy when you weren’t around”, Allison smiled gently
and patted Scott’s head. Stiles smiled and thought how cute they were together.
“Saw that dream again”, Stiles told them.
“Exactly same one?” Allison asked and narrowed her eyes. She didn’t know Stiles
as well as Scott did, but she was also worried.
“Yep”, Stiles shrugged his shoulders. “It doesn’t feel dangerous, but the
monster is somehow freaking me out. The way it keeps staring at me… Then I just
wake up and feel so tired and sweaty. Same feeling after having too much sex.”
“Stiles, you don’t know how that feels”, Scott reminded and earned a cold look
from Stiles.
“But I can imagine!” Stiles almost shouted. “My imagination skills are far more
advanced than yours.”
“Boys, if you going to be talking about sex, I’m leaving”, Allison warned them
both. Stiles blushed little bit. Knowing that Scott and Allison had lots of sex
didn’t make things any easier. Sometimes he felt jealous over the fact that he
hadn’t even gotten his first kiss yet.
God, he was so virgin. Nobody had ever touched him in a sexual way. His only
resolve of this matter was his lovely right hand and it started to get boring.
“I need to have sex, like, right now”, Stiles sighed and slammed his head
against the desk. He heard his two friends snicker at him. Truly, his life
sucked.
***
When the school ended, Stiles walked back towards his Jeep. After the PE
lesson, Scott had dragged him to the lacrosse practice and right now he felt
like dying. The coach had made him run the field five times and Stiles hated
long-time running. Spurting was fine, and he was quite fast, but he was clumsy
and often looked like a bambi on the ice.
The hazel eyed boy hopped on the driver’s seat and started the Jeep’s engine.
Except it didn’t start. Of course it didn’t. Stiles cursed and banged the
steering wheel. It was only 6pm so his father wouldn’t be at home yet. Picking
up his phone Stiles decided to call his father just in case.
“Everything okay, Stiles?” the Sheriff asked, his voice sounded worried.
“I’m about to leave school, the lacrosse practice took way too long, and now
the Jeep isn’t starting”, Stiles complained. The coach truly loved torturing
them.
“Either you walk back home-“
“It’s five miles!” Stiles screamed and was ready to beg because there was no
way he was going to walk back home.
“How about I send one of the deputies to take you home?” his father asked, and
Stiles already hated the idea. He had hoped that his father would pick him up.
“Okay. I think. Parrish, please. His cool.”
“Great. Get some sleep, son”, the Sheriff reminded. “Oh, and don’t wait for me.
It’s going to be a long night.”
While waiting for the deputy to show up, Stiles decided to continue reading the
book about supernatural beings and folklores. He tried to make some sense to
this whole matter, but reading only made it worse. He now had more questions
than answers.
The teenager heard footsteps coming towards him and looked up to see who else
would still be at school area. Problem was that he didn’t see anyone. After
some quick thinking he decided to slowly look behind him because usually in
this kind of situations something bad was behind his back, obviously.
A man stood behind him and a cold shiver run through his body, but Stiles
couldn’t see the man’s face. Only those piercing red eyes stood out, it was
like he couldn’t look at anything else.
“My father is the Sheriff”, Stiles informed while slowly backing away. He had
his baseball bat in his car, in case he needed that. Could he get it in time?
The strange man just stood there, watching him carefully.
“You’re my Moon.”
“What?!”
Stiles’s mind was screaming how crazy shithead this man must be and god, he
just wanted to run away, but he couldn’t make himself move. There was something
that kept him there, something he didn’t see yet.
The teenager turned his head when he heard a car turning to the school parking
lot, and noticed that it was a cruiser. Stiles released a deep breath that he
didn’t even know he had been holding. He looked back to the stranger only to
notice that he was gone.
“Thanks, Parrish”, Stiles thanked when he opened the door and sat down on the
front seat.
“No problem, kid”, the deputy answered. He was young but had proved himself
being a good cop. “It’s good that you’re okay.”
The boy’s hazel eyes opened wide as he looked at Parrish.
“Did something happen?!” and just like that Stiles got too excited and couldn’t
stop himself for being curious. He knew he wasn’t supposed to know all the
accidents that happened in the town, but he did. Most of them.
Parrish grunted and wanted to slam his head against the steering wheel. He
shouldn’t have said anything to Stiles.
“Nothing you to worry about”, he answered. “And your dad is okay.”
Stiles pouted and started playing with his fingers when the silence fell
between them. Parrish was the only deputy who could handle him, and when he
stopped talking, Stiles knew that he wasn’t able to get any answers. Others
would tell him just to make him shut up. The young deputy also treated him
nicely even when he was being annoying and making trouble.
That’s why Stiles liked Parrish.
He was like an older brother, but that’s something he would never tell him.
Stiles wondered should he tell Parrish that he saw a man he didn’t recognize.
But Stiles knew it could have been just his imagination-
“By the way”, Parrish started. “Who was the man you were talking to before I
arrived?”
“You saw him?!” Stiles got startled by the question, but it answered his own
question. The man was real. It was all real. The feeling that someone was
watching him during the day...
“Not clearly. He left immediately when I arrived”, Parrish said. “Who was he,
Stiles? You looked bit spooked when you sat down. Did he threaten you? If he
hurt you-”
“No! He didn’t do anything”, Stiles shouted. He didn’t understand why he had
this urge to protect the stranger. “I don’t know who he was, and he didn’t even
say anything. Probably some homeless…”
“I have to tell your dad that you saw him”, Parrish informed. “It might be
important to the case we are investigating right now.”
“Please save me from his interrogation. I didn’t even see his face.”
“Stiles, you’re already 16 years old. Quite bad things could happen to you if
you don’t protect yourself.”
Stiles stared at Parrish and wondered what the hell he was talking about. Then
it hit him.
“You’re investigating a murder. And the victim was a teenager.”
“God, I hate your mind”, Parrish sighed deeply. Stiles just smiled wickedly at
Parrish.
Luckily for Parrish, they just arrived in front of the Sheriff’s house.
“Lock the doors”, Parrish reminded the boy. “Call your dad if you see something
suspicious, or if you see that stranger again.”
“Okay. Thanks, Parrish.”
Stiles did what Parrish ordered him to do and locked the door behind him. The
house sounded so quiet when it was just him and Stiles hated it. Without eating
anything, he went to his room and collapsed on the bed. He could sleep few
hours before his father would get home…
***
Stiles knew exactly where he was when he woke up half-naked next to the large
tree stump. It felt so real even though he knew he was dreaming. The forest
that surrounded him looked the same as before. Intimidating but still safe.
It was calling him to come closer.
Stiles stood up and started walking forward until he reached the ruins of a
house that burned down long time ago. This was new, he thought. Before he had
never left the tree stump. The earth under his bare feet felt warm and strong,
like something inside him was growing with every step he took.
He reached the broken front door and wondered if he should go inside or not.
The ruins looked shaky and Stiles thought it would crash down immediately if he
stepped inside.
By now the warm feeling inside him was almost burning and Stiles looked at his
fingertips that were tingling. He let out a small squeal when he saw a light
coming out from his hand. He almost panicked but realized it didn’t burn him at
all. The teenager was mesmerized by it since it looked beautiful.
What a strange dream, he thought and leaned against the broken door frame. He
immediately felt a rush of energy sweep through his body and the beautiful
light vanished from his hand. He should have been afraid of the strange light,
but he wasn’t.
For once in a long time he felt whole.
And that was the scariest nightmare he ever had. Knowing that it was just a
dream even though it felt so real…
Stiles sighed deeply and sat down while still leaning against the broken door
frame and just listened to the sounds of the forest. It was silent, no birds or
wind.
The boy closed his eyes and wished he could wake up already.
He heard a low growl and quickly opened his eyes to see the monster of his
dreams. Of course this was the same dream, it had been too peaceful for him.
Stiles stared the monstrous being right into its red eyes. His heart was
beating fast against his chest as the monster took steps forward. It reminded
him of a large wolf but there was something that made his skin crawl.
The monster growled at him again and Stiles backed away, now fully inside the
burned house which made the monster show more of its sharp teeth. It seemed
that he was safe inside the house and he let out a relieved sigh.
The monster licked its lips and took a slow step forward until it stood by the
door frame. Stiles’s heart stopped beating and he stared at the monster with
his big doe eyes.
He was nothing but a prey.
The monster got ready to attack and Stiles screamed when its claws reached him…
****
Stiles woke up screaming and it took him a while to realize where he was. The
sun shining and lighted up the whole green forest that surrounded him. The boy
sat up leaning his back against the large tree. Then he looked at his hands and
saw dried blood.
Stiles guessed that he must have been sleepwalking and decided that he was
somewhere in the Preserve, but didn’t recognize the place. After all he had
never seen that large tree that stood proudly behind him.
“Malia!”
The hazel eyed boy got startled and quickly went to hide behind the tree as he
really didn’t want anyone to see him like that, all bloody and half-naked. The
shadows were surprisingly dark for a daytime.
He heard footsteps coming closer and held his breath.
“We shouldn’t be here…”
“Then go home. I sensed something and I’m going to find out what it was.”
“Malia! Listen- do you even know where we are?”
There was a deep silence between two girls and Stiles hoped they wouldn’t start
looking around.
“We really should go. At least before the Alpha finds out that we are here.”
“They are all busy with the funeral”, Stiles could feel the sadness in Malia’s
voice. He guessed they had recently lost someone very close to them.
“Listen-“
“No, I’m not-“
“Malia, listen”, the other girl sounded like she was going to panic. “There is
someone here.”
There was again a deep silence between the girls, at least Stiles couldn’t hear
them speaking anymore.
“We know you are there”, the other girl spoke. “Show yourself.”
Stiles closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he had no choice. It seemed that
the girls didn’t want to come too close to the tree, so he could stay hidden
but if they knew he was there… He hadn’t done anything wrong, so it would be
okay. He hoped.
Finally Stiles dared to show himself and stepped forward on the light. He
shivered when he left the shadows and suddenly it became too difficult to
breath and he collapsed. The girls shouted and from the distance he could hear
a howl.
Before Stiles closed his eyes, he could see large black paws coming closer…
 
TBC
***** Obscurity *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay, it's not January yet! (not for me)
     I wasn't happy with this chapter and started it over with another
     plot how the Hales meet Stiles but ended with the first one. This was
     also supposed to be longer but I felt like I had to stop it here.
     Hope you enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Malia frowned when she pressed a wet cloth against the boy’s forehead who now
laid on the bed in the small guestroom. She and Cora had carried the stranger
back to the manor. It was a dangerous thing to do but she just couldn’t leave
the boy there.
To Malia the boy looked pale and skinny, and kindly enough Cora had brought
some spare blankets to cover up the half-naked boy.
“We shouldn’t have brought him here”, Cora sighed but still helped Malia to
take care of the unconscious boy.
Of course, Malia knew that. After everything that had happened few days before,
now wasn’t a good time to bring strangers at home. Laura was going to yell at
her for making such an irresponsible choice. If only Derek would have been at
home.
Actually, Malia wasn’t sure if Derek would have helped them at all. After all,
Derek disliked strangers and would probably rip the poor boy’s head off if
given chance. Especially since the boy was found next to the Nemeton. Malia
frowned as she thought about it. She didn’t smell anything evil from the boy.
He smelled rather pure…
That’s why Malia thought that the innocent looking boy couldn’t hurt anyone. He
didn’t seem nor feel dangerous to them. But was he something supernatural? How
did he find the Nemeton? You just don’t stumble upon the holy grounds of magic.
“His fever isn’t going down”, Malia noted hours later when she went to the
living room where Cora was reading a book.
“Should we get Deaton?” Cora asked while she put the book down.
“I think… we should wait until Laura comes back”, Malia said her thoughts
aloud.
***
Malia grew anxious while waiting Laura to come back home. She knew that it was
important for her to participate local event, no matter how sad they would be.
This time it was a funeral of a loved woman who passed away during childbirth.
What made it unbearable for the husband was that, that not even the child
survived. Even though Malia was only a teenager, she could understand that kind
of sadness. Just a while go they had lost someone important to them. The pain
was still there, but they had to move on. Malia had noticed that all her
cousins had different ways of coping. Laura took the new role as a leader and
tried her best, but was bit hesitant. She might be called the most beautiful
woman of the town, but she didn’t have the confidence. Cora became angry and
acted like nothing mattered to her. Malia didn’t like seeing her like that.
They had been close, like real sisters, but now Cora spent more time reading or
running around the woods.
And Derek. Malia sighed deeply when she thought about him. Derek was strong and
already knew the pain of losing someone important, but this time he isolated
himself and roamed around the woods. Sometimes they didn’t see him for days.
Malia knew it saddened Laura even more because she didn’t have her brother’s
support when she needed it.
Malia went back to the guestroom where the boy was still sleeping. His health
hadn’t improved at all, but it hadn’t gone worse either, so it was good for
now. She changed the wet cloth again that had dried by now. The boy’s forehead
was still slightly hot, cheeks bit reddish.
“Malia! Cora!” Malia heard Laura slamming the front door open. “What have you
two done now?!”
After few minutes Laura pushed the door to the guestroom open, Cora walking
right behind her.
“Who is he?” Laura asked, and Malia could see her blue eyes filling with anger.
“I don’t know”, Malia answered with hushed voice. The boy on the bed didn’t
even flinch when the shouting started.
“You brought a stranger to our home. How stupid can you be?” Laura crossed her
arms and stared at Malia. The youngest girl flinched and bit her lip since she
felt offended.
“Should I have left him there?” Malia looked at Cora, asking for bit of help,
but didn’t get any. It had been Malia’s decision, so she had to deal with it.
“Yes!” Laura yelled. She had had a long day and really didn’t have the energy
to deal with Malia’s poor choices.
“I think he has some kind of connection to the Nemeton. After all, he fainted
when he walked too far-“
“Then you should have left him there. You don’t know what he is and Nemeton is
tied to many different creatures”, Laura reminded her. “Even dangerous ones.”
“But… I don’t smell anything dangerous on him, just something sweet and pure”,
Malia tried to explain how the boy smelled to her.
“Malia”, Laura sighed after calming down a bit. “Nemeton doesn’t choose good or
evil, it’s a source of power. He’s probably a fae as they can’t live too far
away from the Nemeton.”
Malia frowned. A fae? The last fae that lived in the preserve had died 17 years
ago. According to her grandmother it had been rather ominous sign.
“Faes are nasty but good”, Cora commended. “What if he’s an incubus or pure
demon?”
For a couple minutes Laura was silent and thought different solutions for this
matter. She could just throw the boy out, but that wasn’t how Hales treated
other people. The boy was something; Laura could feel the air surrounding him
almost sparking, but it was a distant feeling.
“Cora, go get Deaton”, Laura ordered, and Cora complained about not liking to
be ordered around like a slave. “And call for Derek.”
“Why Derek?” Malia frowned since she knew that bringing Derek in wouldn’t help
at all. Cora growled and slammed the guestroom’s door behind her.
“Because Derek is the only one who can look at the boy’s memories”, Laura told
her. Malia stared shocked at her aunt, she really didn’t mean that, right?
“That’s too dangerous! You can’t do that if he is unconscious”, she shouted.
There was no need for Malia telling that because Laura knew it was dangerous
thing to do. Derek was the strongest member of their pack even though he was
emotionally unstable for now. They all were unstable. Malia probably thought
that she had to take care of the boy who looked so innocent and pure, to fill
up the void in her heart. Laura could understand that, but putting everyone
else in danger while doing so…
“Deaton will know what to do”, Laura told her cousin.
“What if he doesn’t?” Malia asked with uncertainty hidden in her voice. Malia
knew Deaton had knowledge of the supernatural beings and magic, but he wasn’t
their pack member. He was just a friend of Talia’s and helped her around, but
he had no need to help them.
“Don’t… De-”
Two siblings turned their heads to look at the stranger who mumbled first words
in hours. Malia rushed back to his side and wiped his sweaty face with the
cloth. The boy didn’t open his eyes yet and Malia could hear his heartbeat
being steady but low.
“No…” he kept mumbling, “don’t let him in…”
“It’s okay. You’re safe”, Malia turned to calm down the shaking boy. She
guessed that the boy had to have some kind of nightmare, but his heartbeat
hadn’t gone up. Strange, indeed. “He’s burning up, again.”
Laura frowned since she really had no energy to deal with this. She wasn’t
handling this new leadership thing very well. She never thought it would be her
and had thought it would be her younger brother. She didn’t like making
important decisions for the pack, and now she wasn’t sure should she let the
boy stay in their home or should she just kick him out. What if the boy was a
demon? Other possibility was that he was possessed by a demon.
Every magical creature was drawn to Nemeton; it called them.
“I hope Deaton wasn’t in the tavern”, Laura scoffed. “It would be bad if
someone heard that we have a stranger here.”
Malia looked at her aunt. “Which one? Sir Stilinski or sir Argent?”
Laura shared a look with Malia, and the younger one knew immediately which one
Laura meant.
***
It took three hours to Deaton to arrive, alone. Laura grimaced when she saw and
smelled the blood on the doctor’s hands.
“What happened?” she asked and closed the front door behind the doctor.
“Just a small fight in the tavern between the innkeeper and the drunk officer”,
Deaton told her. “Fixed up few cuts. Cora went to get Derek since he didn’t
answer.”
“Shit, the officer is taking it that badly?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Deaton stepped on the stairs leading to upstairs and
shivered. “Interesting.”
Laura looked at the doctor since she had noticed the small flinch.
Deaton walked to the guestroom and for a while he just looked at the sleeping
boy. Malia gave room for the doctor to work and stayed behind with Laura.
Deaton removed the cold cloth from the boy’s forehead and checked the
temperature.
“The fever is gone”, Deaton said. “For now.”
The doctor sat down on the bed and took hold of the boy’s wrist and listened to
his heartbeat. It was bit fast than it normally should be.
“Why doesn’t he wake up?” Malia asked restless.
“Good question”, Deaton sighed and observed the boy. Nothing seemed to be
wrong, maybe it was indeed related to something supernatural. Still, he
couldn’t figure out why the boy didn’t wake up. He had heard about the Nemeton
and even thought about taking the boy back to the forest. But for some reason
it didn’t feel right thing to do. Deaton remembered the feeling he had gotten
when he entered the house. There was definitely something strange about the
boy.
“I’ll do one test, but it’s dangerous”, Deaton decided and stood up to search
needed ingredients from his bag. Two wolves in the room didn’t ask details
because they knew Deaton wouldn’t give them.
“You need to stay absolutely still, no matter what happens”, Deaton warned and
put a crystal on the sleeping boy’s bare chest. He mumbled few words before the
crystal lighted up little. Deaton waited couple minutes before he proceeded. He
had also taken a small bottle from the bag that had liquid in it.
“What’s that?” Malia asked worried.
“Quiet”, Deaton hushed her.
Malia snapped her mouth shut. It seemed that Deaton needed to be really focused
on whatever he was doing. When the crystal’s light faded away, Deaton held the
boy’s head up and made him drink the unknown liquid.
Nothing happened for a while, but then the boy grunted and arched his back.
Deaton stepped away from him and watched as the boy gagged. He still didn’t
open his eyes which made Deaton frown. This should have worked…
The door was suddenly slammed open.
“What’s going on?” a new voice asked, and Deaton looked over his shoulder to
see Derek. Derek stepped inside the guestroom and looked bit confused. Laura
and Malia just shrugged.
“Who is he?” Derek asked again.
The crystal on the boy’s chest lighted up before it cracked in half. Derek’s
eyes flashed bright blue and he walked towards the bed.
“Don’t move”, Deaton ordered. “The ritual isn’t over yet.”
Derek growled as he didn’t like to be ordered around, just like Cora. He could
hear Deaton’s heartbeat rise and he could also smell fear. The male werewolf
guessed that the crystal wasn’t supposed to break. But he stood still and kept
close watch on the boy. He was pale, skinny and smelled like cinnamon. He had
heard from Cora what had happened and really wanted to know what the two
teenagers were thinking. Or were they thinking at all.
The boy coughed again and then stayed still for a while. Derek heard him taking
a deep breath and finally defied Deaton’s order not to approach the boy. Closer
he got, more disturbingly pure the boy smelled, and Derek wanted nothing else
than rip the boy’s head off. He hated how pure the boy smelled, it was almost
ravishing.
“Throw him out when he wakes up”, Derek growled, showing his sharp teeth.
“He’s sick!” Malia gasped. “Have you become that heartless?”
“Malia”, Laura warned. “He could stay in the tavern as long as he needs. The
innkeeper needs bit of help there. Is that fine, Derek?”
“Yes, as long as he isn’t here”, Derek answered and almost as if in trance, he
touched the boy’s shoulder. The boy’s skin felt cold under his fingertips. Now
that he was closer, he could smell the poison Deaton had given him. A dangerous
move, but he guessed that the elder man knew what he was doing.
“Now, please”, Deaton sighed. “Stay still and quiet.”
The doctor glanced at Derek who still stood next to the bed. If he didn’t
interrupt anymore, it should be good. He took few more bottles from his bag and
laid them on the nightstand. One bottle contained fleabane and another anise
seed. Deaton mixed the ingredients before he added few honey drops, and then
rubbed the mix on the boy’s chest.
The brown haired boy whimpered, and Deaton hoped this would be enough to wake
him up and ward off any evil substances. Earlier he had given the boy mistletoe
that is highly poisonous humans and werewolves, but one thing could not be
poisoned with it. Since the boy didn’t react badly to mistletoe, Deaton became
sure that the boy did have some magic in him. Otherwise the ingredient would
have already killed him.
Suddenly the boy sat up and threw up black liquid filled with mistletoe
flowers. He opened his hazel colored eyes and looked at the people who stared
at him mouths wide.
“Who the fuck are you?”
***
Stiles cursed and wiped his mouth, frowning when he saw black liquid on his
hand. Was it blood? Why was it black? The taste was disgusting, and Stiles
gagged again. He felt so confused and more confused he got when he looked
around the room he was in. He didn’t recognize it, nor the four people that
were in there. One of the girls looked bit familiar but Stiles couldn’t figure
out where he had seen her. Or if she just resembled someone he knew.
But the man that stood by his left side looked oddly familiar too. He was tall,
muscular even and had a black hair and olive skin. Not to mention the facial
stubble the man had. Stiles stared at him and shivered when their eyes met. The
shattered crystal lighted up again and it drew Stiles’s attention.
“What the hell is this?” he asked as he picked up the pieces. He might be smart
but couldn’t figure out why the pieces lighted up.
“Just a crystal to purify energies”, the elder man calmly answered. “I’m doctor
Deaton and I was called here by the Hale family because you were sick.”
“Sick? I don’t remember being sick. Where’s my dad?” Stiles asked and shivered
again when he glanced the frowning man. Was that his basic expression? Because
it seemed to be, and Stiles felt bit exposed since the man he didn’t know
showed such hostility towards him. Not even Jackson made him feel like that.
“I could go get your dad if you tell us who he is”, the blue-eyed woman
suggested.
“And I think you should introduce yourself first”, Stiles stated and narrowed
his eyes.
“You aren’t very trusting fellow”, Deaton noted.
Stiles didn’t answer but instead gave a nasty expression. He already decided
that he didn’t like the mysterious old man.
“Laura Hale”, Deaton pointed towards the blue-eyed woman with long brown hair.
“This is her house. That’s her younger brother Derek and their cousin Malia.”
Now it was Stiles’s turn to frown when he looked at the young girl named Malia.
She was the one who seemed familiar and the boy was sure he had heard the name
before. Stiles wasn’t sure could he trust this strange family since they made
him feel different. There was definitely something that they didn’t tell him.
“I’m Stiles”, he decided to tell them. “How long I have been here?”
“At least half of the day”, Malia answered. “It was still daytime when we
found. Now it’s the middle of the night. Your father must be worried…”
“Oh, yes. He’s the Sheriff of Beacon Hills. You should call at the station,
he’s probably there waiting to hear from me.”
A very awkward silence fell between all of them. Stiles couldn’t help but
notice how the siblings looked at each other with very questioning expressions.
The teenager didn’t understand their confusion, everyone knew his father.
“Please, be honest with us”, Laura sighed. “Who is your father?”
“I told you already!” Stiles raised his voice. Why didn’t they believe him?
“His name is John Stilinski, sounds familiar? And I’m Stiles Stilinski, well
not really but my real name is too difficult for you mortal beings to say.”
Stiles felt anger rising within him and the mirror on the wall shattered into
pieces. Malia let out small cry as she got startled by the sudden crash. Stiles
shivered as he felt Derek’s gaze on him, and saw his frown getting deeper.
“Derek, calm down”, Laura warned, and Stiles saw how the man was taking very
deep breaths. “He didn’t mean it.”
“I want to see my dad. Where is he?” Stiles yelled and stood up. Another shiver
passed through his body when his bare feet touched the floor. “Shit…”
Stiles wanted to yell and throw a fit. Why didn’t they tell him about his
father? He was okay, right? He hadn’t done anything stupid to find him? If
Stiles knew his father at all, that was probably what he had done immediately
when noticing his absence. Everyone might have already thought that he was the
next victim of that murderer.
What if these people were behind everything?
Stiles was brought back to the present when he felt a strong grip around his
arm.
“He’s dangerous”, Derek growled and pressed harder. Stiles whined and he could
swear that Derek’s eyes flashed red, but that wasn’t possible, right?
Eyes flashing red…
Suddenly Stiles remembered his dreams and the strange man he had seen earlier.
If he thought it bit more, this muscular man actually resembled the strange guy
he had seen.
“Let go of me!” Stiles shouted and kicked Derek’s leg in order to free himself
of the man’s strong grip. For few seconds Stiles thought that the kick hurt him
more than it hurt Derek but was able to break away.
Then Stiles dashed towards the door, ran downstairs and got out through the
front door. He heard others shouting some warnings, but at the moment he just
wanted to get out of that house.
***
Stiles had no idea for how long he had run in the forest. He tried to find
familiar landmarks to find his way back to the main road. Few tears dropped on
his cheeks while he cursed. His feet hurt, and Stiles was sure there were some
cuts from the tree branches and sharp rocks.
The hazel eyed boy stopped walking when he reached familiar tree.
“Thank god”, he sighed relieved and then continued to walk towards the tree. A
strange feeling filled his body and mind, like he belonged there.
But he didn’t. He wanted to go home.
He had to find his father.
Stiles turned his back towards the tree and started walking to different
direction, hoping that the small trail would lead him to the main road, and
then finally into the town. He managed to take few steps until he felt his
stomach hurl and threw up black liquid.
“Dad…” Stiles whispered. “Help…”
The wind picked up its speed and it sounded like the leaves were whispering
something. Stiles shivered and bit his lips. Normally he wouldn’t have admitted
it, but he was scared, scared of not seeing his father anymore.
Why couldn’t he wake up?
 
tbc...
Chapter End Notes
     I tried to put lots of hints what's going on but everything is
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