I Feel It Running Through My Veins

Down to Buisness (Bring Back Nap Time!)

"Let's get down to business,
to defeat the Huns"
-Let's Get Down to Business from Mulan
(A/N: finish the lyric! Am I right?)

Stiles
I got out of bed dragging my murder board over to write on. I had so many questions and no answers. Never mind that it was 3 o'clock in the morning and I had a big test tomorrow, I was going to start finding some answers, starting with the girl who had electric blue eyes. She was the one delivering the messages. I needed to get to her before all the mayhem started and because my premonitions weren't an exact science, I had no idea when that would be. But I had a bad feeling that it would be sooner rather than later.

I pulled out my computer and started to get to work, using my dad's passwords to log into the Beacon Hills Sheriff Department website. Maybe this girl will have a record. I pull up a list of girls from 16-18 that match her description- huh, nothing. I twist my hair into a bun and crack my knuckles, I guess I'll have to widen my search.

Bing- I flinch, startled, and manage to fall off my desk chair. I jump up and let my eyes sweep the room for threats, locating the source of the noise and realize it came from my computer.

I let out a groan, "Owwww, that really hurt!" I lament as I rub my obviously bruised tailbone.

I roll my shoulders and crack my neck, trying to work out the kinks formed from sleeping in that awkward position from too long.

Finishing my stretches I return to my chair to check my computer trying to figure out what I had been doing before I fell asleep. I remembered that I had been using an old algorithm that I had created on a whim years ago to help narrow down my search of the girl with electric blue eyes. I glanced at my computer to see my search was complete providing only one result. I read through the minimal information given to me on my screen. It seems my mysterious blue eyed girl is none other than a missing person's report filed under presumed dead.

I read through the initial report to gauge the story and it seems as if one night an accident occurred while her mother and younger sister were in the car with her. They were driving home when suddenly the car swerved off the road inevitably killing the girl's mother and sister on impact. My blue-eyed girl was assumed dead yet the police never found a body.

Bingo, it seemed Malia Tate was my mystery girl and a solid starting point. Maybe she could lead me to understand whatever the hell my dreams were talking about. I started looking up all the information I could find about Malia and organizing it on my board. The problem was, I still had so many questions.

Who was Malia Tate?

How does a perfectly normal girl like her get mixed up in the supernatural?

What does she have to do with my dreams?

I knew the only way I would get any answers was to speak to the person in question. How I would go about doing that, I had no idea! What I did have was a place of residence and a crash site. A quick google search showed me where the crash occurred.

"I guess it's time to go hunting." I whispered to myself.

With a quick check of the time, I realized that it would soon be light out. If I wanted to do this right, I would have to wait until tomorrow night. With that thought, I began to gather everything that I would need.

A/N: I know, I know! It's been a while but we've been busy. I am doing everything I can to get updates out so thank you to everyone who has liked, commented, and gosh even read. Y'all are amazing, (13k reads and 357 likes!) please keep it up!