The Dark Fox And The Dark Wolf

Murder And Hiding In Plain Sight

"It's time"

"You can't hold me back any longer"

"This darkness is... delicious Stiles"

"Stiles"

"Stiles!"

Stiles eyes shot open as he sat up quickly, gasping for breath.

His fathers worried face hovered over him.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.

Stiles shook himself, slowly coming back to reality.

"I'm okay-" He cut himself off, seeing his fathers expression.

He didn't want to ask but...

"What is it?"

"I know you and the pack used to hang out with that vet right? He was a sorcerer or something?"

"Druid" Stiles corrected automatically.

"Yeah, him. Were you close? I know him and Scott were but Mellisa said she would break the news..."

Wait a second...

His fathers expression.

That tone.

Was...

Used to be...

Were...

Past tense.

Stiles hands clenched nervously on his sheets "Dad, what's this about? You're freaking me out a little. We were just talking to him yesterday"

His father seemed to struggle with himself, hearing that, he hesitated.

"Dad!" Stiles said, more of a plea now.

"His body was found yesterday.  His neck was snapped, it doesn't sound supernatural but knowing a little about him and what he dabbled with, I doubt he died without the supernatural involved"

Deaton was... dead?

But no, that had to be impossible! Stiles had a hard time imagining him gone, yeah he was creepy and wasn't someone Stiles liked a lot but it was strange thinking they were just talking to him yesterday, what happened between then and now?

"Stiles I know what you're thinking but please can you just let Scott handle this one? I don't want you mixed up in whatever went on with Deaton" His father pleaded.

"Shouldn't you be telling both of us to stick our noses out of it?" Stiles huffed, crossing his arms defiantly.

"Scott can handle himself "

"And I can't?"

The Sheriff gave him a look which Stiles knew read seriously...

So what if he was the one coming back with injuries? The pack got injured too! They could just heal faster, that was all.

Stiles decided not to reply to his fathers look, instead scowling and pouting childishly.

"Can you just promise me, you won't go looking for trouble?"

Stiles rolled his eyes and said pointing towards himself  "I don't go looking for trouble, trouble usually finds me!"

His father just shook his head at him.

"What am I going to do with you?" The Sheriff said though sounding amused.

Stiles just grinned back, watching his father leave his room.

As soon as he left Stiles quickly snatched his phone from his bedroom table and checked his texts and if anyone had phoned him.

He'd expected a call from Scott or even texts but there was nothing, he'd assumed his father must have informed Mellissa, wouldn't she have told Scott by now? Or maybe he hadn't heard yet and she was waiting for the right moment to tell him.

Scott and Deaton were close after all.

Despite that Stiles called anyway, the phone picked up before the first ring.

"Stiles?"

He didn't sound happy but he didn't sound sad either?

"Scott! Have you heard-"

"Yeah I heard. His dead"

Stiles blinked started at how little Scott's tone had changed at the last sentence.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked worriedly then stopped short, are you okay? Wasn't that a stupid question to ask?!Of course Scott wasn't okay!

"I don't know, I don't think I've really processed that his gone yet you know? So I don't really know what I'm feeling"

Stiles relaxed a little at that.

"Yeah, yeah that makes sense" He said softly.

"Do you have any idea who did it?" Scott suddenly asked out of no where.

"Oh um, whatever Deatons was messing with just caught up with him I guess. I haven't even been to the crime scene yet so it'll be hard to tell until I see his body" Stiles said, startled but rattling of the information he knew of by heart easily.

"Yeah, we should probably check that out" Scott said, Stiles could almost feel him nodding on the other end of the phone.

"Sounds good, I'll talk-"

"Oh and Stiles?"

Stiles cut himself of as Scott asked him a question.

"Yeah?"

Then... something strange happened. It happened all at once so Stiles could barely remember what happened.

He heard Scott mutter something but couldn't hear what exactly it was, however at the exact same time a striking headache gripped him and a strange coldness crawled up his body. Stiles dropped the phone with a clatter gripping his head, trying to soothe the sudden pain, what the hell?!

"Stiles?" Scott's confused voice rang out on the phone.

Hands trembling Stiles grabbed the phone and said tightly "I-I need to go! I'll call you back!"

Then he hung up. As soon as he hung up strangely the headache lessoned. After a few minutes cringing in pain it left him panting and sweating.

What on earth was that?!

Scott listened to Stiles gasp of pain, soon hanging up.

He smiled darkly and triumphantly.

He murmured "Ah, so you are there after all"