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Who Could Be In That Damn Coffin? | Stol --

Author's Note:

I don't own these characters.

They are from Teen Wolf and The Originals.

I know this chapter took a long time, I'm sorry. I hope y'all like it.

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Stiles inner dialogue

Memories

This morning when I woke I felt odd. My body was almost freezing but I'm never freezing. Especially since I sleep with five blankets. Something that was also weird was that I was in my old house.

Why was I here?

I chose to ignore the strange coldness and get ready for the day. For some reason, I feel the need to put in my only suit. The last time I wore this old thang was our last prom. Lydia danced with me that night and got bit by Peter not less than an hour later. It felt weird putting on this suit. I shivered as I finally tied my tie and it was complete. It fit more into my body since I have grown some muscle over the last year. All those monster huntings have really taken a toll.

Walking also felt odd. It almost felt like I was floating or something. Putting it off as me just still being tired I kept walking downstairs. My dad sat at the coffee table with his hands on his head. He didn't look up when I called his name he just stayed staring at the table.

He's probably just tired. Maybe he's asleep. I'll just leave and not bother him right now.

I continued to walk out of the house not even going in the direction of the Jeep. For some reason, I just want to walk. Now that I think about I don't actually remember what I was supposed to do today. Oh well, I'll figure it out if I wander around for a little bit.

My trip didn't last long. I ended up at the Beacon Hills cemetery. I haven't been here since my mothers any of her death a few months ago.

Why am I here again?

I looked around saw a glimpse of Lydia's bright strawberry blonde hair. Deciding to follow her I started to walk closer to where she went. It looked like there was a funeral going on.

Who died?

My feet would allow me to look in the casket so I just went and sat by Scott. None of them were looking at me as I sat down. They all just cried and stared at the casket.

Maybe they're just too sad about whoever died.

The pastor walked up to the stand and began speaking about the person who died. I could quite hear what he was saying but everyone else seemed to. Looking around again, I noticed that everyone in the pack was here. So was all the police officers in Beacon County. I think all of Beacon Hills showed up.

Who is this person? Everyone else knows about him and his death but me.

I tried to spice back everything that happened in the last week to see if I could remember any deaths.

"Guys! Can you just focus for one second instead of fighting! There is something killing people in this town and all you guys can do is argue about who's stronger."

Everyone silenced after my blow up. Scott smirked beside me while everyone else just stared at me shocked.

"Are Y'all done?" I asked with a glare. They nodded meekly before sitting down at the table.

"Good now, I want you all to split up into eight teams. Scott and Malia will lead us. Lydia and Jackson, I want you to go to the back of the house. Derek and Cora, I want you two to be on the right of the house and Issac and Liam will be on the left."