Vindex *Stiles Stilinski* Book 2

Have you been listening?

"Uh, what about your house?" I ask Scott as Stiles drives.

"Not with my mom there. We need to take him somewhere where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous." Scott says wracking his brain.

"I still say we just kill him." Stiles shrugs taking a peak to the back.

"We're not killing him." Scott and I say in sync.

"God, f... Okay, okay. I got an idea." Stiles says as his eyes light up.

"Does it involve breaking the law?" Scott ask worried.

"I can tell you that by the look on his face." I say looking at the glisten in Stiles eye.

"She's right, don't you think it's a given by now?" Stiles ask laughing lightly.

"I was just trying to be optimistic." Scott sighs beside me.

"Don't bother." Stiles tells him.
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"How much longer do you think he's gonna be out?" I whine from the front seat of the police transportation.

"I don't know maybe fiv-" Stiles is cut off by commotion in the back.

"Stiles! Devin! McCall! I'm gonna kill you!" Jackson yells in the back.

"That's our cue!" I smile jumping up.

"Okay, we bought you some foo..." Stiles cuts off by Jackson lunging.

"Let me out now!" Jackson yells.

"You know, I put those pants on you, all right, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up - close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either." Stiles snaps.

"You know for someone with as big of and ego as you, you would think you'd have a little more to show." I mock making my eyes move down to his crotch.

Stiles elbows me in the ribs at this but continues talking to Jackson. "You know we're actually doing you a favor."

"This is doing me a favor?" He ask holding up his chained hands.

"Yes. You're... You're killing people. To death." Stiles states, very clearly might I add.

"Yeah. And until we can figure out how to stop you, you're gonna stay in here. I'm sorry." I apologize sincerely.

"Now... you want the ham and cheese, or the turkey club?" Stiles ask holding up the bag.

"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?" Jackson growls.

"Uh, well... Not if they don't think anything's wrong. Yeah." Stiles smirks holding up Jackson's phone.
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"Scales? Like a fish." Jackson ask as we try to explain to him what he is.

"No like a reptile. Were you even listening to me?" I ask.

Jackson cuts his eyes to be and glares. "Um, and, uh, your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people, and you have a tail." Stiles tries to turn the attention.

"I have a tail?" Jackson ask looking at us like we're stupid.

"You really haven't been listening have you!" I exclaim becoming frustrated.

"Yeah, you have a tail." Stiles confirms ignoring me.

"Mm. Does it do anything?" Jackson ask, he kinda sounds like he cares.

"No, not that I know of." Stiles responds.

"Can I use it to strangle you?" Ah there's the Jackass I know.

"Yeah, you still don't believe me. All right. The night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?" Stiles inquires.

"I went home." Jackson shrugs.

"Mhm yea you are about that?" I ask leaning back.

"Yes, you idiot. What the hell else would I do?" Jackson hisses.

"You attacked me, Devin and Derek at the school, and you trapped us in the pool. You also killed a mechanic... right in front of the two of us, by the way. That was lovely. And one of Argent's hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny." Stiles try's explaining.

"Why would I want to kill my best friend?" Jackson ask angry.

"Yea we don't know that either. That's what Scott's doing right now." I say leaning forward onto my knees.

"Mm. Well, maybe, he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!" Jackson threatens.

"All right, well, tell me this. On the night of the first full moon, what happened?" Stiles ask leaning forward like me.

"Nothing. Nothing happened." Jackson sadly says.
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"You think we can keep him contained?" Stiles ask as I lean my head on his shoulder.

"I hope so." I mutter. Right now we just need to make sure he doesn't kill anyone...else.

"Are you scared?" Stiles ask leaning his head on mine.

"Honestly a little bit." I admit. Turning to Stiles I lean up and kiss him lightly.

"Hey guys!" Stiles and I jump away in fear as someone bangs on the window. "They know." She yells from outside the door.

"What?" Stiles ask opening the door and jumping out.

"They know Jackson's missing." She informs us.

"No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue." Stiles says looking at the phone.

"My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know." Allison says.

"Oh..." Stiles trails off.

"Stiles what the did you say to them?" I ask snatching the phone. I scroll through the messages till I reach the one that set them off. "You said 'I love you' we all know Jackson doesn't love them!" I exclaim hitting Stiles.

All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival. Proceed with caution.

"Where are we going?" Allison ask as Stiles and I jump in the van.

"Somewhere very far from this." Stiles informs as he chunks the phone.