Complete // Stiles Stilinski [3]

Season 6 -- 19

"You know, they are really wrong about vampires. All wrong. We don't sparkle. Do I sparkle?" I shoved a hand full of popcorn in my mouth and turned my head to Lydia as we were laying in my bed watching Twilight.

"You definitely don't sparkle," She laughed and dug her hand into the bowl of popcorn.

"They got the werewolf's all wrong too," she pointed out.

"Someone should have educated them," I extended my fangs and smiled at her.

She laughed and punched my arm. "Put those away."

"I can't remember the last time I used these. I mean, I can. It was just forever ago."

"Well, Beacon Hills doesn't need us anymore," she said.

"Yeah, I know. Scott and Stiles have been chasing dead ends trying to find something. They miss it."

"You miss it too?" She asked me.

I shrugged and looked down at the bowl of popcorn that was sitting on my lap. "I miss the adrenaline rush it gave me. Ya know, the thrill. But-"

I stopped myself from saying something I shouldn't. I still haven't told them that Damon and Stefan found a lady that could help me. Simply because I haven't heard from them since that phone call almost three months ago. It could just be another dead end.

"But what?" She cocked her head to the side, studying me.

"But nothing," I smiled at her and looked back at the TV.

My phone started to ring making us both jump. I handed her the bowl of popcorn as I moved the blankets around to find my phone. I heard it hit the ground so I leaned down to get it. But unfortunately it was too far and I ended up falling off the bed. As I layed on the floor I quickly grabbed it and answered without looking at the caller-ID.

"Hello?" I said in a pained voice, rubbing my head where I hit it on the ground.

"Brianna are you with Lydia?" It was Stiles. My heart raced at the sound of his voice. Him and I haven't really talked in weeks. We've both just been busy doing our own thing.

"Yeah she's at my house. Is there something wrong?" I pushed up from the floor and leaned my back against my bed.

"Meet us at the station. Around back to impound." He hung up before I could say anything else.

"Who was that?" Lydia asked as I got up from the floor.

I flicked my lamp on and turned off the movie.

"Stiles. I don't know what's going on. C'mon, we've got to go to the station."

"Oh, not again..." Lydia mumbled.

***

Lydia closed her eyes and hovered her hand over the broken glass of the car. She sighed and then got into the car, placing her hands on the steering wheel.

Apparently, some kid's parent's were taken tonight. No idea what happened to them except something to do with a guy on a horse.

"Hmm," she hummed.

"What?!" Stiles shot up out of the back seat.

"This is a perfect shade for me. Forget the name," She fixed her lipstick in the rear-view mirror.

"Can we please stay on topic here?" Stiles asked her annoyed.

I was no help here so I was just leaning on the hood, listening to them and watching Scott walk around the car over and over again.