Wake Up//Stydia AU

01. Zeus

The alarm sprang to life as the familiar tune of Viva la Vida by Coldplay started to blare through the open air. Stiles Stilinski groaned as light poured into the bedroom. Opening an eye, he winced at how bright it was.

I hate morning shifts.

With everything in his body telling him not to move, the boy somehow managed to hit the alarm and drowsily step out of bed. Rubbing his tired eyes, there was the familiar sound of steps coming across the hardwood floor of the kitchen. Turning to face the doorway, Stiles was greeted by a furry face with bright reddish brown eyes.

"Hey Zeus."

With those two words the dog came to life. His tail was wagging as the pup gave the best dog like smile to his human companion. Stiles knelt down to give his furry friend a pat on the head. After being around werewolves for so long, it still surprised him that he had taken this bundle of joy home.

Zeus was a mutt. From what the vet could tell, he was mainly German Sheppard with a bit of Golden Retriever. That was all they were certain of though. The pup had a range of colors in his fur, starting with the black that fell along his back and around his nose. He had dark eyebrows and mouth to match his black fur. Finally, the dog had deep brown eyes and a slightly red tint to his years. His long fur was a pain to clean up, but mixed with such colors truly made him a beautiful dog. Stiles had found the poor thing roaming the streets. He had told himself it would only be one night. Just one night, to give Zeus some food and a warm place to sleep. The next morning, he had planned to take the pup to a shelter, but instead found himself at the pet store buying everything he needed for the new addition.

Heading towards the kitchen, Zeus waited patiently in front of the cabinet that he knew contained his breakfast. A soft smile played on Stile's lips as he fed the pup and gave him on last pat on the head before continuing with his morning routine.

Looking in the mirror of his bathroom, it was hard not to notice the dark circles that colored the skin under his eyes. It was only faint, but it made him shutter whenever he lacked sleep and those dark circles would appear. It reminded him of that terrifying time years ago. When he saw what seemed like bruises under his eyes, the void came out from the shadows of his soul. No longer stood his reflection in the mirror, but instead it stood there, the Nogitsune.

In a panic, Stile's shook himself from his thoughts, and threw some water on his face. Looking up he saw his own reflection once again. His brown eyes stared back at him as some of the water droplets cascaded down his face. Some got stuck in the slight facial hair he was now sporting. This was of course due to his lack of enthusiasm in shaving. Taking a deep breath, he allowed himself to relax slightly. It had been five years since he picked up and left Beacon Hills, and yet every day he is reminded of why he ran. A small sigh escaped his lips as he turned away. Stile's popped his morning pill, and continued on with his routine.

Just like every morning, the boy thought back to that last summer. Him and his friends had all graduated and were moving on to the next stages of their life. Many had chosen to stay local, all that did though of course had their supernatural duties to attend to. That wasn't his plan though. Stiles had last minute decided to get himself hell out of dodge, and found himself going to school in San Francisco. The lie had been he was looking for adventure, but the truth held something much darker. Stiles lived with something dark and heavy in his heart. Beacon Hills had been a place of pain, and all he wanted was to be numbed.

The only other member of the pack to high tail it out of the supernatural tow was none other than Lydia. She was off somewhere in Northern California doing what Lydia does best, science.