Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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STILES STANDS OPPOSITE OF SCOTT, LOOKING DEEP INTO HIS EYES.
"Sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this..."
Grimacing, he looks over at Luna who rolls her eyes. She lets out a groan before she looks at Scott.
"I know this, because I love you. I love you more than--" She gags shaking her head, "No I can't... oh my God, you and Allison seriously have to find a better way to communicate."
"Come on, you two are the only ones we can trust. And that's saying a lot since Luna and Allison don't really like each other."
Luna shrugs, "She's fine for now. She hasn't annoyed me yet."
Scott smiles, "Did she say she's coming to the game tonight?"
Stiles nods, "Yes. Message complete. Now tell me about your boss."
"He thinks Allison's family has some kind of record of all the things they've hunted. Like a book."
Stiles nods realizing, "He probably means a Bestiary."
Scott frowns, "A what?"
"A Bestiary."
Scott grins shaking his head, "I think you mean bestiality."
Stiles raises an eyebrow, "No. Pretty sure I don't."
Luna chuckles, "Yeah definitely not. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures."
"Why am I the only one who doesn't seem to know any of this stuff?" Scott throws his hands up in frustration.
"Considering one of my best friends is a creature of the night and the other is bad ass dark spell using fae... I kind of make it a priority."
"Okay, if it can tell us what that thing is-"
"And who." Luna adds.
Scott nods firmly, "We need that book."
...
At her locker, Allison turns to Stiles and Luna with furrowed eyebrows.
"I think you mean-"
"No, I mean Bestiary."
Luna scoffs, "Seriously what kind of kinky shit are you two into?"
Allison gapes at her as Stiles nods agreeing.
"Yeah I don't want to know what's going on in your heads."
"Okay. Can you describe this thing?"
Stiles shrugs, "It's probably a book. Old, worn-"
"Like bound in leather?"
Stiles nods. Allison tells Stiles something about seeing her grandfather with a book like that and immediately he runs down the hall to find Scott.
