Scott looked up at the almost full moon and stared for a while before running across the woods. He passed trees with bare branches and deers that burst off in different directions and ran out and pounced across a gorge before stopping all movement. Flashes of Chris Argent grabbing him from a car and pointing a gun at him with a crying Allison begging her father to stop. 'Never again' rang in his head as he shook his head and continued to run out of the woods and into the streets of Beacon Hills. Scott jumped over a fence and continued until reaching a building that he climbed up. He leaped into the window of Allison Argent and asked,
"How much time do we have left?"
"They'll be gone an hour," she answered. Smiling they began to makeout and began taking their clothes off and jumped onto the bed. Unbeknownst to them, a figure just outside the Argent house had seen everything. From Scott's run and climb to their passion-filled exchange. The man smiled and walked along the road as a SUV pulled up to the home. The man took one look back before turning and disappearing into the shadowy streets.
Stiles slept like a baby. Anywhere or anytime Stiles could drop into a sleep so it wasn't a surprise that Stiles was sound asleep on the hospital chairs waiting for his crush from third grade to get better from the bite of a dead werewolf alpha. His sleep was so deep he was even missed the fact that Lydia was already awake and went to go take a shower unaided. Lydia's father walked out of the hospital room his daughter was in and saw Stiles and immediately got the attention of Melissa McCall.
"He's been here all night?" wondered Mr Martin. Melissa smiled and replied,
"Him... He's been here all weekend." He shook his head at Stiles who was still sleeping and now talking in his sleep, muttering things that would be featured in a porno. As the cleaning lady bent down next to him to empty out the bins, an outburst of 'You're dirty' finally woke him up. Stiles began blinking and got his bearings before finally standing up. He saw that Lydia wasn't in her room so he went to a vending machine and put in some coins and selected a Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and waited for it to drop. It stopped halfway and Stiles pressed the button aggressively and continued to grab the vending machine and shake it before a hand grabbed him and stopped him. A pale faced man with a straight long nose, thin lips, sharp alluring eyes with glossy black hair smiled at Stiles and said,
"Let me pay for the machine's failure. How about that?" The man then moved to put the coins into the machine and pressed the same button and two of the Reese's came out of the machine. The man grabbed them and passed them to Stiles.
"Thanks. What's your name? I don't think I've seen you around bef-" Stiles said before an ear piercing scream echoed through the hospital walls. "Lydia" Stiles gasped. He spat out a quick sorry before running to the room and screaming her name. He burst into the shower and his eyes widened. The water was running but the bathroom was void of anyone. Elsewhere, a sulking werewolf's head snapped up. Hearing a scream, he whispered a name. Lydia...
The Sheriff listened to Melissa and Mr Martin explain to him the scenario where she escaped before stopping Melissa and saying,
"Naked. As in nude." Melissa rolled her eyes and confirmed but not before adding her own sarcastic twang about how the two words meant the same thing. Stilinski got all the details he could get about the actual disappearance like if the whole hospital was checked or if there was any signs of a struggle or a suspicious individual. After he grabbed his radio and asked if he could get a APB for a teenage redhead and asked for any descriptors before Stiles popped out of nowhere.
"She's 5'3, green eyes, fair skinned and her hair is actually strawberry blonde," rambled Stiles. Everyone just looked at Stiles in bewilderment before the Sheriff said,
"What are you still doing here?"
"Providing moral support."
"How about you provide yourself back home where you should be."
"I can do that too," replied Stiles while nodding vigorously knowing that the question wasn't really that at all. He walked towards the elevator before grabbing Lydia's hospital gown. He left the hospital and walked to his jeep where his best friend was waiting.
"This is the one she was just wearing?" asked Scott. Stiles nodding and breathed in. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt her not again," reassured Scott
"Let's just catch her scent and find her," said Stiles. Stiles turned on the car was about to step on the pedal before the headlights shone on Allison who walked to the passenger side of the Jeep.
"What are you doing? Someone is going to see us," asked Scott.
"I don't care. She's my best friend and we need to find her before they do," declared Allison.
"I can find her before the cops do," said Scott
"How about before my dad does," replied Allison. Stiles' eyes widened before asking,
"He knows?" Allison nodded before continuing,
"I saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUV's."
"A search party," gasped Scott
"More like a hunting party," grimaced the rebel hunter. Scott and Stiles look at each other before Scott opens the door and tells her to get in. As she does and the Jeep leaves the parking lot, a pale face escapes the shadows with a smile on his face. He watches the car leave the premises before retreating back into the dark.
Stiles was sick and tired of Jackson and he showed it when he broke his nose and was sent to the principal's office. He hated his blatant disregard for the woman that had been almost killed because she went to look for him. His smug face and snivelly talk as if he owned everything on earth. There was not one characteristic of Jackson that Stiles could feel appealing and it is a genuine mystery how anyone could ever like his disgusting little face. The fact that Allison who knew Lydia for a fraction of the time was up all night looking for her and Jackson was able to look people in the face and absolve himself of all responsibility. He stopped thinking about the waste of space and waited for the principal while trying to take his mind off of Lydia freezing to death. The door finally opened and a familiar face walked out of the door. It was the guy who had paid for his snacks at the hospital. The principal walked out after him and looked at Stiles before saying,
"Ahh, I see someone has already sent for you. Stiles I need you to show around our new student." Stiles nodded happy to get out of a possible suspension and jumped up and gestured for the pale faced teenager to follow which he did. Stiles walked for a bit before asking,
"So I never actually got your name at the hospital?"
"My name is Damian Drake. You are Stiles Stilinski correct?" he stated with a matter of fact tone. Stiles nodded.
"Did you have that accent before? British right? Didn't hear it before," interrogated Stiles. They stopped and Stiles turned to look at him. Damian looked at him confused and replied
"I've had this accent since I could talk. You were probably stressed. I heard about your missing friend." Stiles looked at him, nodded and turned. He looked at him once more and turned again. He let out a deep breath and rubbed his head. He had been stressed. He couldn't even remember what he got from the vending machine let alone the guy's accent. He continued to walk around the school and took him on a genuine tour and told him all about the school before circling back to the principal's office.
"So that's Beacon Hills High School. Nothing much else to say. You could go to your class or we could probably skive off and not have to deal with Mr Harris," proposed Stiles. Stiles looked at Damian with a hopeful expression. Damian smiled and looked at Stiles with pity.
"It's my first day. It doesn't reflect well on me if I bunk a lesson the first chance I get," he answered. Stiles' shoulders slumped. Damian's smile widened before resuming, "But considering my unique status as a foreigner, I could just throw you under the bus if we get caught." Stiles looked up and hit Damian on the shoulder before telling not to do that again. Damian then said, "The sports hall or gymnasium is free around this time right? You play basketball?" Stiles nodded to both questions and they walked down to play ball. It was the first time all day that Stiles didn't have Lydia freezing to death at the forefront of his mind. Now it was slightly buried. He could focus on more productive things other than the feeling of extreme guilt and fear. Damian looked at Stiles and smiled.
Damian looked from afar at the spectacle that was the funeral. He had trudged through the school day. The constant flashes of the cameras had annoyed him even from far. He watched the proceedings from a vantage point that saw the journalists, the Argents, the Sheriff's Department and the dynamic duo that was Scott and Stiles. He watched as the old decrepit Argent broke a memory card from a classmate's camera. A classmate that although was creepy was ultimately forgettable. He saw the old one introduce himself to Allison and saw the Sheriff drag McCall and Stilinski out into a squad car. He saw them escape to look for Lydia. He saw everything. As Stiles and Scott escaped to go and find their missing friend, Damian walked into the fog and vanished.