The Past Saving.

Prologue

Stiles Stilinski was sitting on the nemeton, he was on spring break and was waiting for all the pack to get into town. 

His plan was to also check out the new pack migrating into town with Scott and see how they have been all doing.

Considering its been awhile since he had to come down to help them he wondered what else could have popped up. 

Beacon Hills had  vampires in December for Christ sake, can you believe it?

Rolling his shoulders slightly was a absent minded signature of  his, and  he did just that as  another sip of the whisky hit. Sighing Stiles looked down at his uniform adjusting the tie. 

Being a part of the FBI was amazing and he was just about to graduate to officially become a certified agent, but he missed his life here. The memories of this town made Stiles' stomach ache but the craving sensation of needing to be in Beacon Hills again beat the aching. 

Lydia was visiting her mother while he set there, she had no idea about the whisky but he definitely needed it because of the small little box in his pocket that held a diamond bought just last week.

Lydia graduated Massachusetts Institute of Technology two years ago (considering she started as a junior not long after they graduated high school.)

Scott was studying to become a vet at UC Davis and Malia was just going to a community college a hour away. 

Kira came back after senior year and decided to become a teacher like her father, so she's been studying history and going to school for it at Stanford thanks to someone her father knew.

It's been three years since graduating high school, and when he blinked it felt like he should still be a scrawny child following Lydia Martin around. 

Stiles glanced up at the sunset and smiled, all the times in these woods made it one of his favorite places.

"If only you could be here with us all, Alli. You would've been so happy." He found himself muttering, fiddling with the velvet box. Stiles then got up slowly and chucked the bottle into his jeep and started it up. 

He was stopping by at Allison's grave if he was here, and that was not far from there, fifteen minutes at least.

She was buried close to where his own mother was so he would stop by hers too, the same store he got the bottle from was the same street that had a flower store.

There was some sort of uneasiness as he drove there, his fingers tapping away at the wheel showing he was still that hyperactive fifteen year old in some aspects when he got nervous.

His ADHD drove him insane as his nervousness became worse, he visited them both a year ago. 

The whole drive smelt of flowers as he drove, filling the jeep with a rosy scent. But that still hadn't quite yet eased the uneasiness settling inside his body, making his skin feel like it was getting poked by needles.

He cursed as he pulled into the graveyard, his hands shaking while his breath hitched slowly.

 A crow landed hard on the his bumper, crawling onto the windshield, cawing at him. 

"OH SHI*!" Stiles cursed slamming down the breaks. Stiles moved his hands in a wild motion meant to scare the bird, but it just watched almost angrily.

"Oh come on, you're annoyed?' Stiles said to his new little enemy. It just stared back, and cawed louder.  Furrowing his brows, something dawned on him. "Are you trying to speak to me?"

CAW!

Thunder clapped as lightning dashed across the suddenly grey sky, the crow flying away. The once clear graveyard suddenly had a misty fog and it surrounded his jeep in a thick blanket. In a distance he saw a figure, and his gut told him to...to run to it?

Stiles eyes sparked, leaving him almost no control of his body as he walked out calling out to the figure. "Come on Stiles. Have you not watched Horror movies? STOP!" He muttered to himself but he was now standing beside the figure. He felt almost possessed, as he looked at the mysterious person. 

It was Allison.