Stiles goes to Beacon Hills

Sitting in his apartment Stiles leans back from his computer and the books scattered over his desk and he stretches his upper body, letting out a groan of relief. Stiles looks at the clock in his room and sees that it has been 9 hours since he first sat down to start his research.

Stiles turns back to his computer and clicks send on the email he has drawn up with all the information written out in an easily accessible way. He better get one hell of a thank you from Klaus.

This isn't the first time that Stiles has done research for Klaus, but this is most certainly the longest it has taken to get the information he has needed. Finding out that Klaus' brother Finn was hiding out in New York was easy. Finding out information on a two-thousand-year-old immortal, trapped in a cave that also houses the cure to immortality...that was difficult. Fuck you Silas...fuck you.

It's been almost 6 months now since Stiles was released and taken back home to California. It was hard at first...being a vampire. His emotions were all over the place for quite a while, making every little thing seem like the mightiest of thing. And the hunger, the need for blood was horrid. Stiles didn't leave his apartment for almost a full month, only surviving on blood bags that he stole from the hospital.

That doesn't even mention his tattoos. Stiles thought he was so smart getting tattoos with vervain in the ink. The pain during the first three weeks was the worst thing that Stiles has ever felt. Stiles honestly considered getting a knife from his kitchen and removing them. Now that time has passed and the stinging pain has calmed down to a constant light tingle, Stiles can't tell if he was planning on cutting off the tattoos or his arms.

The tattoos still work. Stiles checked in with the tattoo artist before activating them again, just to make sure they didn't like blow up or anything. Apparently, the artist spelt the magic in the tattoo ink to be malleable, which she originally meant to mean that if the person gained or lost weight the tattoos wouldn't shrink or stretch, but it also had the added benefit of making them change with the person. So, when Stiles became a vampire, the ink separated from the vervain and then coated it to keep it from touching the skin. Stiles loves magic.

Stiles is brought out of his post research haze by his phone going off.

Stiles stood up and walked to his bedroom to take his phone off charge. He stares at the screen and the number showing up. He remembers that number...but he can't remember why. After a second of debating whether he should answer the number, Stiles decides screw it and accepts the call.

"Hello?" Stiles asks.

"Hey, am I speaking to a M...Miech...Mmmmmeeee."

"I go by Stiles." Stiles cuts off the man desperately trying to pronounce his name.

Stiles hears a quick, "Oh thank god," Before the man continues. "Am I speaking to Stiles Stilinski?"

"Yes."

"Well, Mr Stilinski, my name is Jordan Parish." Jordan says before being cut off by Stiles.

"Please call me Stiles, Mr Stilinski was my grandfather." Stiles says not liking the reminder of that old bat.

"Okay, Stiles then. Well Stiles, I'm calling you from the Beacon Hills sheriff department. I have some news about your father. You may want to sit down." Jordan says in a soft voice that makes Stiles bristle.

"Okay, I'm sitting down." Stiles says, lying through his teeth.

"This morning at 10:58 or father responded to a 911 call and was shot at the scene. He is currently at the hospital. He had to have a surgery, but he has made it through." Jordan sounds so happy about his father being alive. Stiles honestly can't say he feels the same.