DREADING | S.S. [2] ✓

epilogue

THE DRIVE WAS LONG, AND STILES WAS STARTING TO ASK HIMSELF WHERE THE TOWN WAS. According to Google Maps, in two minutes he'd have to turn right and would enter the town of Trebbles. Why was he going to Trebbles? Yesterday, while he was on duty at the police station, he'd been bored so he started to do some research. It turned out to be that Lily's daughter in her past life had died that morning, and the funeral would be held the next day.

If this was the only way to see Lilac again after the bedroom incident, he'd take it. No going back now.

Dr Chase had volunteered to go with him, and even Lydia had as well, but Stiles had to do this alone. Scott would have been great company on the road, but he was too busy planning his wedding with Allie, a really nice Mexican girl that Scott had met in his junior college year. They'd been together for four years already, since the'd all graduated from college two years ago. And they both seemed to love each other very much. (Stiles knew this, when he visited both of them in New York, he'd heard all the love.) Allie knew about all the alfa business, and she didn't seem to care.

WELCOME TO TREBBLES! the sign read, and Stiles now started looking for a hotel, approaching one called GONE WITH THE FALL. It was cheerful looking, which Stile appreciated. He checked in, and since the funeral started at noon and it was eleven thirty, he started walking to the house where it would be held.

As soon as he arrived, Stiles was in shock to see such a huge house filled with people wearing dark clothes. He was also wearing a black suit and tie, but everyone there looked glamorous. Stiles nervously entered the mansion and watched people cry. 

"Yeh the kid she left behind, yeah?" An old lady tapped on Stiles' shoulder.

He shook his head. The lady left him alone looking sad.

"Excuse her, she keeps on thinking my grandma had a kid with a guy back in Germany." A fawn colored hair adult apologized at Stiles. She looked around his age, and was pretty, familiar as well.

"Do you know anything about her mother? Your grandma's mother?"

The adult looked at Stiles in a funny way. "I just know she died, and was beautiful. That can be proved with pictures."

Stiles was know blushing. 

"How did you know my grandma?"

"I-"

"Stiles?" Stiles turned around and started at Malia, dressed in a beautiful black lace dress, holding James' arm.

"You know my sister in law?" Malia asked once again, Stiles looked between James and the girl, and connected the dots.

But Malia needed explanations.

"MY GRANDMA, WHAT?" James, however, didn't take the news so well.

"She's Lilac's soul daughter." Stiles repeated. Malia seemed to believe him since she nodded at James.

"I, I need to take this in." James left the room looking nauseous.

Awkward silence.

"Well, if you want, I can take you to meet the rest of the family." Malia offered, and Stiles nodded.

James' family was not so normal. Most of the people there were old crying ladies, until Stiles approached Malia's sister in law: Genevieve, who was with her newborn daughter and he husband.

"We must go to the bathroom," Genevieve excused herself, passing the baby to Malia, who started playing pick-a-boo with her. The couple left.

"Do you want to hold her?" Malia asked Stiles, and after a few staring, Stiles accepted.

The baby had red furious hair and soft brown eyes. She was light and let out a giggle when Stiles smiled at her. He knew her. But it couldn't be.

"It's her." Malia confirmed. "I feel it too."

ONCE UPON A TIME, IN A TOWN CALLED BEACON HILLS, A MAN FOUND PEACE. He let go of his love, and started a new life.

ONCE UPON A TIME, IN A TOWN CALLED BEACON HILLS, AN ALPHA MARRIED A GIRL AND LIVED HAPPILY. He had wonderful kids and a lovely wife.

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A TELEKINESIS-GIFTED GIRL, WHO DIED A HERO. She was finally in peace, young and surrounded by family.

BEACON HILLS WAS IN PEACE, FOR A LONG, LONG TIME.

- liam dunbar [excerpt from the novel: SHE WAS YOUNG]

Dear kyle,

I fear our house is hunted. Ty and i are scared, things keep on moving around, and our daughter just laughs.

- Genevieve

ps. she keeps on repeating the name lilac sky. who's that?