Vindex *Stiles Stilinski* Book 2

Hate you too

"Can I stay at Stiles' please?" I ask Steve as we pull into the house.

Steve gives me an unsure look and then glances back at Stiles. "I suppose." He gives in.

"Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow." I leans across the console and kiss his cheek before hopping out of the car.

Stiles and I walk quietly up to the his front porch, no on even thinking about a word. Unlocking the front door Stiles lets me in first then locks it behind us. We both quietly walk upstairs to his room.

"Are you ok?" He finally ask me.

I let out a deep breath before responding. "You know I've been a werewolf for 16 years now and I have never actually watched someone die. Even with my family I got there after everything was done and over. I watched it Stiles, I watched the jeep lower down on to that man." I whisper looking down at my hands.

"Hey come here." He whispers wrapping his arms around me. "It wasn't your fault."

"I know, and that thing it, I've never seen anything like it, but it was like I knew it, I don't know how but I did." I admit squeezing him.

"I was thinking the same thing. There was just something in those eyes." Stiles agrees.

Stiles door slowly opens breaking us apart and revealing Scott. "You two okay?"

"Yeah. You were right. It's not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something about them." Stiles says going off of what I was just saying.

"What do you mean?" Scott ask curiously.

"You know on Halloween when you see one of your friends in a mask, but all you can see is their eyes and you can tell you know them but you just can't figure out who it is?" I explain looking up at Scott.

"Are you saying you know who it is?" Scott ask getting excited.

I look at Stiles unsure before he responds, "No, but I think it knew us."
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I groan as Stiles alarm buzzes beside us. Stiles arm never moves from my waist as the alarm continues to go off on his side. "Stiles cut it off." I mutter snuggling closer to him.

"Mhhh." He hums as the flails his arm around behind him till he hits the button.

"Do we have to go?" I mumble as I turn to face him.

"Um I think so, I don't think Steve would ever let you sleep over again if we don't." He mumbles kissing my forehead.

"Ugh I don't wanna." I pout pulling the covers up my head. Stiles chuckles and removes the covers from his side and heads to his bathroom. "Whyyyyyy." I groan as I finally throw the covers off.

Getting up I pull on my jeans from yesterday. Walking over to Stiles closet in only my bra on to, I stand there in search of a clean shirt.

"Holy shit." I hear beside me. My head quickly turns to see Stiles standing there with his eyes closed and a red face.

I let out a laugh at him. "Stiles why are you freaking out? You've seen me in a bikini plenty of times."

"Yea but it's your BRA." He exaggerates. I chuckle and shake my head at him as I tug out one of his flannels and slip it on.

"You're all good now babe." I laugh as he peaks open one of his eyes to see that I am in fact dressed. "You my pull are one of a kind." I grin walking past him into the bathroom.
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"I hate them, I hate them so much." Stiles mumbles beside me as we make our way through the hallway. Since Gerard is at the school Scott and Alison have to be extra care, so they have Stiles running as messenger, and I'm just tagging along for the laugh.

"Can you do this?" He ask me with a desperate face.

I let a laugh out at him and shake my head. "There's no way in hell in doing this."

Stiles lips go out into his mad face as he glares at me. "I hate you too."

"Yea we'll see how much you hate me when we're making out later." I tease as we approach Scott.

Stiles groans as he takes a seat next to Scott, I go behind them up a step so I can watch Stiles faces. "I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you. I love you more than..." Stiles stops mid way. "Oh, my God. I can't... You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate." He exclaims throwing his arms up.

"Come on, you're the only one that we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?" Scott ask worried.

"Yes! Okay, message complete. Now, tell me about your boss?" I laugh as Stiles changes the subject.

"He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of, uh, records of all the things that they've hunted. Like a book." Scott explains moving his hands in a book moment.

"Oh a bestiary?" I ask leaning forward.

"What?" Scott ask looking at me in bewilderment.

"A bestiary." I repeat as Scott still looks at me confused.

"I think you mean bestiality." Scott tries making me and Stiles both roll our eyes.

"Nope, pretty sure she doesn't. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures." Stiles defends for me.

"How am I the only one who doesn't know anything about this stuff." Scott pouts.

"Okay, you're my best friend, you're a creature of the night, it's kind of like a priority of mine." Stiles throws his arm over his shoulder.

"Yea and I was born into this shit." I shrug leaning forward.

"Okay. If we can find it, and it can tell us what this thing is..." Scott starts thinking.

"And who." I add.

The three of us exchange a look before all saying, "We need that book!"