Stiles' tale

Clay

Stiles came back to his unlife after a few hours. Edward was still out of it next to him, and as Stiles looked closer it was obvious now that Edward had needed human blood. He looked healthier and stronger the he could remember. As Edward shifted and turned over he saw a glimpse of crimson red eyes. It was startling but after a second he rushed to the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror, sure enough his eyes were red, but fading back to gold as he watched.

He sighed and took a breath he didn't need, rolling his shoulders he decided to go and mess about in the forest, they didn't have any plans today.

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It was dark and damp: the morning sun hadn't made its way through the canopy yet, unable to break up the morning dew that had lay down like a blanket over the forest floor. He jumped a few times then set out on a jog, the euphoria of it joining his blood high. There weren't many animals around for some reason, he couldn't work out why though. They hadn't been hunting much, or near their house, but no new smells were apparent.

Figuring he'd work it out later he chose a path and followed it, taking himself far from town deep into the forest and then swinging around back towards his house. On the way he passed Scott's house, he couldn't resist.

He snuck around the back and stared at Scott's window, sure enough the wolf poked his head out and looked around. When he saw Stiles red eyes in the shadows and the fang filled grin he yelped and threw himself back. Stiles chose to leave before Scott came to his senses.

But before he got more than a few steps he saw the clay.

It was back again, still scent less and pure but this time the trail was odd. It looped around and seemed to be meandering its way into the forest. Looking at it he made the decision to follow it and set off, ignoring the sound of a door opening in the background. His footsteps remained soft and light on the damp leaves as he traversed the roots and bushes, eyes on the winding clay.

Behind him Stiles heard Scott catch up, huffing in annoyance, "What the fuck was that about?" the wolf demanded.

Stiles held up his hand for silence and Scott was about to start shouting again when he noticed what Stiles other hand was pointing towards. The trail of clay was clearly visible, Stiles then set off again completely ignoring the werewolf who followed dutifully behind.

Stiles kept his eyes on the trail and sped up slightly, after a few more moments and a few twists and turns they came across a horrifying sight. Shaking slightly Stiles paused for a moment then rushed over dropping to his knees and started grabbing fist fulls to pull it away.

Scott just stood there watching as stiles tried to save the man life. He was encased in clay, covering almost every inch. As Stiles pulled at it, chunks flying everywhere the mans face was exposed, deathly pale and waxy. Bits of skin was flying off with the clay and the wounds weren't even bleeding. The man was older, from what they could both see, his breathing was shallow; gasping occasionally and his heart beat was swinging wildly between too fast and too slow.

Scott got down to try and help but the last gasps left the victims body when they had only gotten him half out of the clay.

Stiles sat back on his heels and sighed, blowing out his cheeks and taking a second."What the hell is going on?" He asked not really expecting an answer.

"It's not you vamps then." Scott said after another moment, leaning forwards to close the man's eyes.

Stiles shot a venomous glance at Scott from the corner of his eye and then stood up, dusting him self off he looked over everything with a fresh pair of eyes. There wasn't much to go off of, it looked as if there had been a small struggle, drag marks in the leaves from the nearby walking path were not very long, and there were a few personal artifacts strewn about though that might have some answers. He walked over to the wallet and used a stick to flip it open, inside was a mesh panel covering the drivers licence but still letting it be seen. Gregory File, that was the mans name, he lived nearby and from the looks of the business card worked as a dentist.