Open Wounds

Chapter 4

~Derek~

"Wait but that doesn't make any sense, Stiles never said he had a sister, never mind a twin sister." I said walking back and forth in the small bathroom. "And if you're his twin, where the hell have you been? And how the hell do you know me and Deaton? And about werewolves?"

"Stiles doesn't really like to talk about his twin sister that 'ran away' after our mom died." She said in a snobby tone. "I never actually ran away, I was fucking kidnapped, by this psycho that kept saying how 'me and my family weren't safe' because 'the wolves wanted to kill us' and I began to listen to him. He told me about the Hale family, Deaton, everything... I was taken from my life at age 12 and trained to be a killer, I'd rather Stiles didn't find out about that"

"Wait but how did you know that Stiles is a...?"

She sighed loudly, "You know how Lydia's a Banshee right?" I nodded, "Well... I guess I'm kinda like that but not exactly..."

I looked at her, "What?"

"I'm, this" She said pulling out a piece of paper with the writing 'Φαλλεν Ανγελς' on it, I looked at her as she continued to speak, "Which in Greek means--"

"Fallen Angel" I sighed cutting her off and she nodded.

"There's alot of names for it... this one" She lifted the paper, "And we're also known as Grigori or Irin... which by the way is mine and Stiles real names--"

"Stiles' real name's Grigori?" I asked, cutting her off again and holding back a laugh.

"Yes and mines Irin, you see why we like to be called Stiles and Skylar? Anyways...being one gives me the ability to hear other... angels thoughts... that make out in his room by the way sounded really, sexual... you don't even look gay--" I cleared my throat.

"Back to the point" I said feeling embarrassed.

"Right well... since Stiles and I are twins... I'm sorry to say but he's an angel too" I gave her a confused look.

"But if he's an angel how can he be a wolf too?"

"He's a fallen angel, he lost most of his ability, along with memories of being one, (which can be brought back if you try hard enough) as did I when we fell, and he's not exactly a normal wolf is he?" I nodded in agreement.

"We should probably get him to Deaton" I said as I heard a car pull up outside.

"Yeah, do you--" She stopped talking when I lifted Stiles over my shoulder, "Right, werewolf. I was going to ask if you needed help but never mind" She laughed.

"Hey-- Who the fuck is she?" Isaac asked out of breath pointing at Skylar.

"Stiles' twin sister" I said walking past him at down the stairs.

"Oh... Twi-- what?!"

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"Derek he doesn't heal as fast I have no idea when he will be fully recovered" Deaton said as he began attaching a heart monitor onto Stiles. "How did this even happen?"

I looked awkwardly at Skylar, "Uhh We-we--"

"We didn't see exactly, he was like that when we got there" Skylar lied,cutting me off, her heart not skipping a beat, I nodded in agreement.

Deaton began to examine the cuts on his arms.

"Well good news is they aren't claw marks" He said still looking at Stiles arms.

"A-And the bad news?" Isaac asked.

"Well they look self-inflicted" Deaton sighed, looking confused, "And I have no idea why he would do this...  There aren't any older scars on his wrists... but I'm afraid that's not the only place where people do this... I'll have to examine his chest and legs..."