Treachery || Stilinski

Seventeen: vocabulary and frayed

Emma's P.O.V:

Out of all people, I never thought Harries would have anything to do with all of this. Although he did have a connection with Laura Hale I never really understood, because we were obviously busy trying to stop Scott from killing us during the full moon.

"Maybe he just went home for the day," Deaton says, trying to see things with positivity...if there's even anything good in all of this.

"Not without this," Stiles says after looking under Harries' desk. My high school years have taught me that Harries and his briefcase are inseparable.

I find myself cursing under my breath as I walk towards the desk. A red pen, his watch and a bunch of tests. "He definitely didn't go home," I think.

"Wait a second," I say, taking one of the tests in my hands. "This one is graded R."

"This one has an H," Lydia says, looking at the rest of the sheets.

Deaton gets closer to us and quickly solves the puzzle. "Stiles," he says. "You remember I told you druid is the Gaelic word for wise oak?"

"Yeah," is my boyfriend's answer.

"If a druid went down the wrong path, the wise oak was sometimes said to have become a dark oak," Deaton adds, looking at me. "There's a Gaelic word for that as well."

I look down at the tests Deaton has arrange for them to make sense.

"Darach," I read out loud.

There's a dark druid killing people all over Beacon Hills and we have absolutely no clue as to who it might be. Oh, but I bet Harries knew.

He knew and he tried to warn whoever is smart enough to put the pieces into place. I wonder how much he knew about the supernatural world. It's too late to ask him now, isn't it? Sheriff will find him tomorrow morning, just like everyone else.

A loud ringtone interrupts the awkward silence and Stiles gets his phone out and reads the incoming message. Finding out that a serial killer was at our very own school doesn't exactly lead to conversation.

"Boyd's home, he's okay," Stiles says with a sigh, putting the phone back into his pocket. "Harries was the third victim."

The boy in the pool, the girl in the woods, Heather, Harries, our music teacher and Kyle.

The Darach has taken six people we have saved zero.

Stiles' P.O.V:

The only thing that has left Emma's lips in the past three hours was "take me to my tree."

She climbed it up and I tried to follow her, but I couldn't reach the incredibly high little spot she has in there.

When Emma is close to the tree, her powers intensify. She usually reaches my mind only when necessary, because it takes her a lot of concentration and energy, but when we were up there, it was almost as she couldn't control it.

"I love you," I thought, smiling to myself as I looked up at her.

"I love you more," she said, but the words didn't touch my ears; they didn't need to.

I waited for her in the car. Once she was done, we drove home.

Now we're lying in my bed, her head resting in my bare chest as she draws shapes with her fingertips in my hip.

"I can't believe Harries is gone. Will we ever be able to help anyone?" She asks in a quiet voice.

I sigh. "I don't know, Emma. I know that I'll do what it takes to keep you safe."