Ever Since I Met You (A Stiles Stilinski Love Story)

Restraint

Turns out, Jackson's parents filed a restraining order for both Scott and Stiles, and Lydia, who knew archaic Latin, managed to translate some of the Bestiary for us. The Kanima doesn't seek a friend, but a master. Great. Now we have to find Jackson's master. So, later at school, Allison and I walked into the library together, secretly meeting with Stiles and Scott. We went down one aisle of shelves, out of sight of the newly installed security cameras. Stiles pushed aside some of the books, allowing Allison to hand over a tablet and so we can see each other.

"It's everything Lydia can translate," Allison said. "And trust me, she was very confused."

"Yeah, what'd you tell her?" Scott asked curiously.

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures."

"Melody and I are a part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stiles said earnestly. I smiled awkwardly.

"O-oh. Great," Allison said stiffly.

"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott said, scrolling through the translation.

"Not really, but Stiles was right about the murderers," Allison said.

"Yes!" Stiles celebrated quietly.

"It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance," Allison explained. "There's a story in there about this South America priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village-"

"All right, see?" Stiles interjected. "So, maybe it's not all that bad..."

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to," I continued grimly.

"All bad," Stiles said, alarmed. "All very, very bad."

"Here's the thing, though, " Allison said. "The Kanima's actually supposed to be a Werewolf, but it can't be-"

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it," Scott read aloud.

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself," Stiles replied.

"What if...it has something to do with his parents? His real parents?" Allison questioned.

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott asked.

"Lydia might," Stiles suggested.

"What if she doesn't know anything?" Scott stated.

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me or Allison, so we'll talk to him ourselves," I said.

"Okay, what do I do?"

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" Allison reminded Scott.

Scott sighed. "Promise me- if he does anything, you two run the other way."

"We can take care of ourselves," Allison told him slightly defiantly, and I nodded in agreement.

"Allison, Melody...if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me," Scott emphasized, refering to Allison's parents. "If he does anything-"

"Like?" I inquired.

"Anything weird, or bizarre-anything."

"Anything evil!" Stiles interrupted, stuffing his face in the book shelf to look at us. I rolled my eyes as I placed my hand on his face, pushing him away. "Ah! Ow!"

"We'll be fine," I reassured them before we walked away.

After class, Allison and I carefully followed Jackson, taking off our heels to follow him down the quiet hallways. He went into the boy's locker room as we approached the corner.