Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Relics Pt 2

Sheriff took the keycard from my hands that I used as explanation to try to convince him. His eyes pinched tighter the more he listened to me.

"You want to search my home?" he asked incredulously.

"Things are being left behind, Sheriff. What if Stiles left something?"

"Why would it be there?"

"Sheriff, you know why. Look, you promised me. You said you would help. So, please... Just help me. Let me look around." I gave him my best puppy eyes without making it seem too comedic.

Finally, he sighed. "I couldn't sleep last night. So, um, I got up, figured I'd do some paperwork. The files were in the back of my car. So I go to the garage, and some junk has fallen off the shelf and I stubbed my toe on an old baseball bat. Without thinking, I yelled a name..."

He looked at me, too scared to say the name, so I said it for him. "Stiles."

"You can look," Sheriff said with a nod. "I'll call Claudia, tell her you're coming over."

I thanked him sincerely and left he station. Claudia was waiting for me by the time I got there, and she gave me a tight, unhappy smile as she let me in. What was up her butt? If she had a missing son, wouldn't she want him back?

I started with the living room. There were two photographs of her and Sheriff on the mantel. They both looked so happy and the images made me smile.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Claudia asked, clearly nervous to have me poking around in her home.

I offered her a comforting smile. "No, thank you, Mrs. Stilinski."

"Well, good luck." She sighed deeply. "I'll leave you to it." She left to let me do my thing in peace, but I narrowed my eyes at her back. Something about her was so off, but I couldn't place what it was. I made a mental note to do some research on her later.

I went up the stairs, something in my gut still telling me that it was odd that there were no doors on the right side of the hall. It was either a coverup or a really poor architect. The table was still there, nothing on it having been touched or moved around. Both doors on the left were wide open, showing me that there would most likely be nothing in there worth looking for.

I stared at the table a little longer, hoping it would magically open up to a whole new world and Stiles would walk out. It didn't do anything besides be a table, so I sighed. There was a window at the very end of the hall letting in a ton of light, and I began to walk to it to gaze at the outside world.

My feet stopped like they were held down in concrete when I heard what sounded like air conditioning come on. It wasn't coming from the hall, though. It was coming from behind the wall the table covered. Why would air conditioning be flowing in an open space behind a wall? I stared at the wall, hoping to find something I didn't see before.

The edge of the green wallpaper was bent up just a little bit. Which led me to my next question. Why was the end of the wallpaper there, and not lined up with the edges of the walls like the rest of the wallpaper? I tried to ease my finger behind the loose piece to feel what was behind and it ripped a little.

I winced and immediately started to look around for Claudia, getting ready to apologize. She wasn't there, so I looked at the paper again. I knew I shouldn't, but there was a reason I was drawn to this area, so I threw all caution to the wind. Squeezing the ripped edge between my fingers, I pulled on it, causing it to rip even more.

Oddly enough, behind it didn't look like wall at all. At least not the original wall. "What the hell?" I murmured to myself. I pulled on it more and Claudia's hand shot out, death gripping my wrist.