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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FINGERS click furiously over a keyboard. Eyes locked on his laptop, Stiles bounces from one web page to the next. Words and images pop up on the screen-- Wolfsbane, Silver Bullets, Lycaon, Aconite, drawings of werewolves in different forms, a purple flower with the word wolfsbane underneath.
As his room darkens under the setting sun, an increasingly panicked Stiles watches a sheet of paper come out of his printer.
The paper shows a detailed wood carving of a medieval hunter standing over the body of a werewolf, aiming a crossbow at the creature.
He pulls the page out, staring at it with a look of escalating fear when someone knocks on the door.
"Hey son I'm about to head out."
Noah Stilinski slowly cracks open the door as Stiles hides the papers.
"Okay sounds good."
"I probably won't be home until morning. Don't be out too late."
Stiles nods, "Sure dad."
Noah goes to leave but turns back to Stiles and frowns, "Are you okay? Lately you just seem off... a little distracted."
"I'm fine dad."
"Is it school?"
Stiles rolls his eyes, "No..."
Noah raises an eyebrow, "Is it a girl?"
Stiles makes an incredulous face, "Of course not!"
"If it is a girl I can always give you some advice. Man to man."
"Dad no thank you."
"You sure-"
The doorbell rings interrupting Noah. He sighs saying hold on before making his way downstairs. Opening the door he smiles lightly at the beautiful sweet looking girl on the other side.
"Hi how can I help you?"
"Hi I'm actually here for Stiles. We have a English project together."
Noah nods with a smile. In his head he thinks, 'Ah there's the distraction.'
"Stiles! Your friend is here!"
Luna giggles as she watches Stiles trip on the last stair.
"My friend? Who's my f- ohhhh. What are you doing here?"
Noah sighs before looking at Luna, "I'm sorry my son seems to be elsewhere lately. His mind must be lost."
Luna laughs waving a hand, "Oh it's okay Mr. Stilinski I'm used to it."
"I'm so sorry."
Stiles frowns as he watches his dad and Luna laugh together. How can a scary mysterious mischievous conniving girl look so innocent and nice and bubbly?
