Your Scent Is Something Else

Chapter 6

Stiles POV
I sat in the living room watching TV, laying upside-down on the couch. I looked at the time. 9:32. I was drifting off when I heard several voices.

Stiles!
Stiiiiles.
Hey!
Hey, Stiles.

I sat up, a little delirious from the blood that went to my head. I stood and put my hands in front of myself defensively, them catching fire.

"Who's there?" I ask, examining the room.

"Oh Stiles. You would think that with all that's happening, you of all people, would be smart enough to know not be left alone." The voice whispered.

I started leaving the living room but stopped. The voice sounded familiar. Then it clicked.

"What the do you want from me?" I ask through gritted teeth, starting to go up the stairs.

"We've told you, Stiles. We want you to join us."

"What if I say no?"

"Aren't you wondering how we're talking to you, Stiles?"

"In all honesty, I'm starting not to care about what you do but sure how." I walk into my room, to my phone that was charging.

"I guess your magic isn't that advanced." Did she just insult me. "Its a spell. It enables long-distance communication between two people."

"Okay. But like I said before, what happens if I don't wanna join you?" I start to text Scott.

Stiles:
I'm coming to the meeting. Now.

"Then we'll provoke you. I would make up my mind quick. Time is ticking."
♦♣♥♠★
Unknown POV

I stand by and watch as the witches contact him. That Stiles.

"Quattro, we've done as you wanted and contacted the wizard." Amanda tells me.

"Should we wait for his response or stand by our threats?"

"Let's give him some time. But just in case, let's prep for the worse."
♦♠♥♣★
Derek POV

Why does this always happen when Stiles enters a pack meeting? One moment we're having actually useful conversations, then Stiles comes waltzing in and it's one stupid Scott-comment after the other.

"So you spoke to them?" Malia huffs.

"Yeah. Telepathically."

"Well you're not gonna accept are you?" Scott asks,
standing.

"No I think I'll join the killer psychopaths."

The arguing continues until I bang my hand against the metal table I was leaning against, making everyone go silent.

"Stiles come here, please." He makes his way over to me, Malia and Erica whispering about how I've 'finally snapped.'

(A/N in all honesty I wrote this part at 3am and kept it so sorry about the cringe)

He makes it to the table, leaning on his elbows, propping his head up in his hands, looking at me. He gives me a sickeningly sweet yet shit-eating grin and says "Yes Dear?"

I don't know if the flush in my ears show but the heat is definitely present along with the looks of the entire loft. Some holding back smirks others looking thoroughly worried for Stiles' safety while being within a foot of me at this moment. I look at the brunette in front of me and lean forward on my hands. I look him directly in those brown eyes that seem to never lose their sparkle of mischief and smile as well I can right now.

"Stiles?" He nods his head slightly. "We're trying to have a meeting here."

"I can tell." He states, sitting up to mimic my position.

"Then can you shut up? The adults are talking." I stop and reconsider. "Well the adults and Scott." This makes some of them snicker and Scott give a protestant 'hey.' Stiles moved to the other end of the table, sitting on it.

I look at him and he just says "Well, carry on." And makes a signal for me to continue.

I give him a thankful nod and begin to speak but before I get a word out I'm interrupted by Stiles' phone ringing. For a second he doesn't seem to notice it, but then quicky fumbles to retrieve it from his pocket. "It's my dad." He his down from his seat on the table and answers the phone beginning to make his way to the door. "Hey Dad. Sorry I wasn't home, I had to-"

His words abruptly stop along with his movement towards the door. I walk over to him trying to listen to the conversation along the way. But by the time I was close enough, I had only heard a dial tone, then he was sprinting towards the loft door. We all exchange confused looks, then we're out the door, following a flustered Stiles.
♦♣♥♠★
Victoria POV

"So about when are they gonna be here?" I look around the now destroyed sheriff's station. I step over the motionless bodies on the floor to get to the room they were in.

"Maybe ten minutes?" Scarlet said, cleaning blood from under her nails. Amanda and Max were waiting over by the Sheriff and his deputy. We would have killed him too if he hadn't have spontaneously combusted resulting in us having to use three fire extinguishers (two to de-flame him and one to knock him out) just to get be able to tie him down. I roll my eyes at the thought. This really is a freaky town.

"Alright then. You guys know the plan. Let's do this." I say and everyone starts moving. Max takes the sheriff out to the car while Amanda and Scarlet started on the hex bag. I look at the deputy as he wakes up, and he looks at me with hate evident his eyes. I smile. "Now what shall we do with you?"
♣♦♥♠★
Stiles POV

"Stiles, what the hell is happening?" Scott asks me from the back seat. I wanted to answer him, but all I could think of was those freaking witches. The witches who seemed to appear out of nowhere. The witches that have been killing people just because they 'needed to get our attention'. The witches that have my dad.

"Stiles!" Derek's yelling pulled me from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I asked, staring straight ahead still on edge about the call.

"Stiles. What did they say?"

I look over to see Derek looking at me intently, a worried glare (if it's not a thing he sure as hell just invented it) on his face. I ran my hand through my hair and over my face.

"They have my dad." My voice was barely above a whisper, but I knew that they heard me loud and clear.

Derek nodded and Scott rubbed my shoulder comfortingly. From then on the drive was, thankfully, silent.