Liam Dunbar Imagines

The Lost Boys (Part Three)

"Can't you do something? You know everything about werewolves and always figure out..." Stiles asked as he followed Deaton through the vets.

"Stiles there isn't anything more that I can do." Deaton sighed.

"But all you did was ask around some other witches... or whatever you are! (Y/N) is missing!" Stiles complained. He couldn't help but think back to Liam's rather dejected expression as they failed to find you for another week. "The sooner we find her the sooner we can help her!"

"Do you really think that (Y/N) will have managed to go this long without drinking blood?" Deaton asked Stiles. Stiles looked for a moment as if he knew the realisting answer and Deaton could almost see the thought being tossed from his head.

"Yes. Of course she could. She doesn't want to be a vampire." Stiles insisted. He stared Deaton down and Deaton nodded firmly.

"Well I've asked who I can. Unless Argent can find anything I'm afraid that we will just have to wait." Deaton said with a twisted expression. Stiles thought he looked angry and disappointed. Scott had said Deaton had been shouting over the phone about what had happened. Apparently he'd managed to find someone who knew more about vampires but other than how to kill them they gave him no other information. Scott had said he'd never seen Deaton in such a bad mood in all the years that he'd worked for him. Stiles could appreciate that. The thought of vampires taking over his turf had sent Peter screwy. He was attacking anything that wasn't a wolf, bar Lydia and it was getting out of hand. There were only so many times Parrish could cover for him. Derek had taken to patrolling pack members' houses all night and would sleep on and off through the day. Everyone who knew what had really happened to you had taken to carrying anything to kill a vampire and Malia and Theo hard sworn that any vampire gets taken down. Friend of not.

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The bright lights made your eyes burn. You couldn't remember what had happened. Not unless you thought really hard but that meant ignoring the loud thumping in your ears. All you wanted was to drink but no matter what you tried you threw it up. You weren't sure how far through the woods you'd stumbled but you had reached a carnival or something. At least that's what you could make out if you squinted.

"I'm sure it is!" You heard through the blur of noise. You heard footsteps and someone hurrying your way. Then you felt something being wrapped around you and everything was darker. "Are you alright?" The voice said.

They led you away from the crowd. Someone else was following but you were honestly just happy to be able to get away from the crowd. You walked for a long time, not finding it in yourself to ask questions.

"Are you sure he'll want to?" Another voice asked. A feminen voice. You thought.

"Well he hasn't turned us down before." The person who was guiding you stopped and their touch was gone. You heard a rapping on a door and some shuffling.

"Emerson... for fuck sake Michale what the hell have you brought one of those here for?" You heard. You didn't move. Mostly because you didn't want to go back to your eyes being burned by the lights.

"Look. Someone has been asking around for a cure for vampires. They also said a girl was missing. This is her... we need to try and help."

"Hell no Michael. Whatever bullshit doesn't kill an Emerson is deadly to everybody else." the voice said gruffly.

"Please. You could help us save her. The town she's from... they're being attacked by David." Michael pleaded.

"David? Well... why didn't you say so. You can come in." The gruff voice said.

You felt yourself being led forwards and the jacket that had been thrown over you was pulled away as you stumbled into a small wooden room. A trailer you noted as all the lights were turned off. "The kid better be able to hold out until we kill David."

"She's held out for weeks." Michael pointed out. You looked out of the trailer door to see Michael. He was tall, with dark glasses on. He seemed pale and smelled like something that wasn't quite dead. The girl behind him smiled at you. She was beautiful despite the stench that matched Michael's. "We've held out this long. She can do it."

"The kid turns or kills a human..."

"You'll kill me. I know hunters. I know the rules." You said and frowned at him when he turned to you.

"I like this one. Edgar Frog." He nodded at you as he moved to the back of the trailer and hoisted up a wooden seat. Under the seat was a pillow and a blanket and some air holes. A makeshift hidden coffin you noted. "I've been babysitting half-vamps since the 80s. I know what I'm doing." Edgar said when he saw the look on your face as you frowned at the hidden bed.

"How many of them have... survived?" You asked and he sucked the air in his teeth. He glanced at Michael who was still in the doorway, he had been glancing at the sky as if the sun would suddenly pop up without a moment's notice. Then he looked back at you.

"You don't happen to be a distant relative of the Emersons. If you were, you'd have a head start on surviving the whole vampire plague." He said and offered you a hand to help you in. Reluctantly you took it and climbed in. It was larger than you though and it seemed to be air conditioned. You had to wonder who he had to look after before to go through so much effort. He didn't seem to like vampires judging by the crosses and wooden knives decorating the wall. He nodded down at you, leaving the lid open.

"So where is David?" Edgar asked and Michael frowned.

"Beacon... Beacon something in California." Michael muttered.

"Beacon Hills. It's normally wolf territory." Star piped up as Michael glanced at her.

"Great. Are wolves friendly?" Edgar asked and they all looked at you. You sat up and shrugged.

"Most of them. Peter is never friendly even when he's being friendly but this crazy person set him and his whole family on fire so we kind of let it slide." You explained and they nodded.

"Setting werewolves on fire? Emerson you're sending me into a town full of bloodsuckers, wolves and psycho rouge hunters. You owe me big time." Edgar said and Michael agreed before promising that he'd see you soon. Edgar gave him a meaningful look and the two half vampires left. Edgar slammed the door, locking it and sat on one of the bench seats.

"We'll probably be heading out to your hometown tomorrow evening. Sunrise will be in half an hour." Edgar said almost awkwardly. You nodded and looked around. You saw a picture of what looked like Edgar and two other boys but much younger.

"So you just had a vampire bed ready to go?" You asked. He frowned at you and nodded.

"Yeah."

"For one of them?" You asked and glanced at the photo. He followed your gaze and sighed, staring at the photo.

"You're going to want to get in there. Longer you spend in the sun, the harder it'll be to resist blood." Edgar said, instead of answering. You watched him get up and head outside. He seemed to be starting to pack up. You'd be heading back to Beacon Hills. You couldn't help but wonder how worried everyone must be. You thought of Liam and how upset he'd been. He'd been trying to help you as best he could and you vanished on him. You'd been lured away back by a vampire you hadn't known. He said he had been turned by David and he had been what made you stumble all the way through the woods. He'd vanished when you'd reached the lights and the people.

"Tomorrow I'll be back home." You said to yourself quietly as you shut the bench and let the comforting darkness engulf you.