That's Just My Stiles (Stiles x Male Reader)

8: The Revenge

Everyone is still standing around the lifeless body of Malia. Peter still holding his daughter in his arms. Someone needs to call the Sherrif. You slowly look at Stiles who has a tear just about to fall from his eye. You head over to him, open his arms up and wrap your arms around his body. You don't know Malia as well as they did, but you still felt so much pain and loss from her death.

After the Sheriff arrived and everyone had to leave, the hunt began. Who? Who could have done this to Malia? Scott immediately calls a Pack Meeting at his. "We need to find out who killed Malia, they could be one of us!" he said to the room.
"Define one of us?" Stiles replied.
"Funny one, supernatural, they could be supernatural Stiles"
"Or human, humans can kill people to you know, look at Ted Bundy. Terrible guy"
"Stiles wtf are you on about. Just shut it and listen" you interrupt their open conversation. He nods and continues to listen to the alpha.

Everyone waits patiently for Sheriff to tell them the full reason behind the death. It took 4 hours before he called Scott. Looks like the death was normal? No scratch marks just a simple but deep slit to the throat. So, maybe we are not dealing with a super? They are still looking for the murder weapon. They are close.

The weapon was a vintage pure silver dagger. Small but deadly. It was found in the very same lake Theo watched his sister die. To be honest they didn't really dispose of it well. It's like they don't know the area well enough. Do we have a commuter on our hands or just a stupid marauder? The found dagger had unusual markings. This was key. Sheriff allowed Chris Argent and Deaton to take a look. Chris being an expert weapons seller and past hunter had seen the dagger before. After a couple of hours if research its name was finally located.

dæmonia pugione. The Devils Dagger. This dagger was supposedly used by Lucifer himself to torture the people of Hell. It's a rare artefact. Deaton has only heard about it. The rareness actually helps. We can track it down to its last owner. Time for a Pack trip. Destination Concord Massachusetts.

The journey was long. About the same length as your journey to Beacon Hills. Concord was a weird city. It's not your typical holiday destination. I would have preferred the trip they took to Mexico.

You, Scott and Stiles, arrive at Iris' Antiques. It's a small sketchy looking store down some tiny ass road. You all walk in, it's a lot bigger on the inside, but it's full of terrible looking furniture. Stiles walks up to the surprisingly young looking woman behind the counter. "Hi, I'm Stiles, we are here to inquire about the dæmonia pugione? Ya know the devil's dagger." She slowly glared at Stiles, completely ignored your existence and stopped at Scott. "You, you can't be in this store," Maybe it's a racist thing? Scott leaves knowing its best if we were to get any information.
"So, the dagger, you were its last owner right?" You enquire
She sighs and pulls out this massive dusty old book "I do believe so. We sold it about a year ago to some guy from Salem." She was reading from the book, but the page was blank.
"Right, it's there anything you could tell us about this man?"
"Unfortunately not, unless you have s warrant. Which I know you don't" Stiles gives her an evil look. Just as you both were walking to leave she began to talk slowly. "I can tell you to make sure the dagger stays away from the Werewolf you got outside. One jab and he'll be dead as a dog"
"Sorry, how do you know his a werewolf?" Stiles reeled turning back around to face her.
"Well Mieczyslaw, I've been around for many years" Bold of her to say when she looks about 25."I'm over 2000 years old. You see Warlocks and Witches not only can Harnice the powers of the supernatural, but we are also immortal." Bish this is some fucked up shit. This 25-year-old looking woman is over 2000 years old. This must be a joke.

Anyway, the search continues...To Salem. Back home. Before you left weirdo Iris she said one last thing "The true alpha along with the dagger will find its true owner." So that's what we did, gave Scott the thing.

Four fucking days of searching in Salem and noting nothing! Everyone just wants to go home. Especially Scott, something about Salem makes him feel on edge. Maybe its the souls of the witches? It's going to be a long ass journey home.

You arrive back in Beacon Hills around 4 am on Saturday. Something seems different with Scott. His is talking in his sleep. Wait are you too tired or are they directions? "Stiles, wait, pull over quickly." You say.
"Yeah sure, what is it?" He pulls the Jeep over and realises what you could hear. Scott is giving us directions. "Record him so we can hear it while driving" he said. You get out your phone and record the random directions Scott is saying.

You follow the directions to the dot and arrive outside...its that Ava's house. What the fuck, no way. Wait! No, its house 56 not 55. There is no 56? Its skips to 57. It must be Ava's house.

Stiles pulls up a few houses down and you both get out to investigate. While quietly walking around the house you notice stairs leading down to a door hidden by a bush on the left side. Stiles notices you have found something and comes over. Just as you were about to walk down you hear something around the front of the house. Stiles quickly goes to find out what it is.

It was Scott. Still sleeping, he has made his way to the house with the dagger still in his hand. He is trying to make his way to the door you had just found. You both let him continue down the stairs. The door unsurprisingly is unlocked. Scott walks in followed by Stiles then you. You and Stiles try to be quiet but Scott still being asleep does not care. He walking towards a closed bedroom door. He slams it open making a racket. Luckily it did not wake the sleeping person. Scott stands by the bed pointing the dagger at the person.

You and Stiles approach. You both take turns in looking at the sleeping man. What the fuck its Alec...