#colby fowler

Once Stiles had made it home, he threw himself face down on the bed with a long groan. Peter, he wanted Peter to tell him everything was okay.

“Stiles?” Okay now he was hallucinating Peter's voice. Well that was better than past hallucinations at least. “You're not hallucinating sweetheart.”

Stiles sat up slowly and looked around. It took him a moment to realise where the voice was coming from and he silently praised his spark for coming through for him. His new laptop was sat on the bedside table, open on a Skype window where Peter's concerned face was visible.

“Peter!”

“That's me. Are you alright?”

Stiles opened his mouth to speak, to spout some kind of empty reassurance but the sound caught in his throat and came out as a hitching sob. It broke down whatever control he had left, tears spilling over as he spluttered and choked, trying to bury the emotions.

“Sweetheart tell me what happened.” Peter's tone was soft but firm, an order not a request.

Stiles obeyed. He let out every fear from the day, every struggle. Amy and her strange lack of emotions, his concern for Sookie, worry that someone was possessed, his indecision about helping Lafayette and fear that he'd made the wrong choice, stress about getting too close and finally the terror of Derek and Isaac's visit. As he spoke Peter’s expression went from concern to full blown worry to barely suppressed anger.

When he finished, Peter took a moment to compose himself before speaking.

“If I had known… i’m so sorry I couldn’t warn you… did they see you?”

“No, i hid in a walk-in refrigerator and the other staff members bullied them out. But they would have smelled that I’d been there. They’ll try again or Scott will send someone else. Maybe he’ll send Mr Argent after me. Save him getting his hands dirty.”

“Christopher won’t lay a finger on you.”

“Really? After everything? After-”

“If the next word out of your mouth was going to be Alison, you can stop right there. He doesn’t blame you for what happened. The only people who do are Scott and Isaac and yourself. And i only care about the opinion of one of those people… but unfortunately he’s lacking perspective. Now, are you going to stay there or are you relocating?”

“I don’t want to relocate… i like it here. The people are nice. I have a roof over my head, I have work I enjoy…”

“Then you’re going to need to protect yourself.”

Stiles knew what Peter was doing. He was giving him tasks, things he could actually accomplish to prevent him from spiraling.

“Okay… mountain ash around the house to start with, early warning detection runes, runes to hide my scent and heartbeat. Anything else?”

“Make sure you put the early warning runes anywhere you might frequent, including your work. Are there any other supernaturals who can be relied upon in the area?”

“There’s the telepath, Sookie, but she doesn’t really know anything about the supernatural other than vampires. My boss, Sam, the shifter… he’d probably help me just cause he doesn’t like werewolves. Then there’s Eric…”

“The vampire?”

“Yeah. I met with him and the next day he offered me a job as sort of a spy slash researcher keeping him informed of what’s going on around here. I’ve not accepted, i was weighing my options.”

“If you work for him, he would be duty bound to protect you. Especially if you can get it in writing. Are those your only options?”

“Basically. There’s a few other vampires around but I either don’t know them or don’t trust them. A couple of people have maybe a hint of magic? But nothing concrete, i don’t think they’re even aware of it.”

“Invest in those you have, if you need to read people into the supernatural world more thoroughly, make sure they’re trustworthy and take your time with it.” Stiles nodded. “I’m going to try to make arrangements so i can visit you or possibly join you but before i can severe ties here, I need to locate an alpha.”

“I know. But will you be okay if you become an alpha with just me as your pack? I don’t want you to suffer because of me.”

“Our bond is strong enough. As a beta, probably not but as an alpha it will keep me stable for as long as I need it to.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I am.” He paused. “How are you feeling?”

“Better… you always know how to make me feel better.” Stiles’ voice was still a little wavering but stronger than it had been. He wiped away a few stray tears still staining his cheeks and took a deep breath. “Right. I’m going to go set up my barrier, get dressed and make a trip to see my new favourite vampire.”

“Best of luck. Let me know what happens. I want regular updates and if I don’t get them, you will not like the consequences.”

“Understood.”

“Good boy. I’ll keep my ears open and if I hear any whispers about you, I’ll tell you.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you later?”

“Always. Stay safe Red.”

“Love you too Peter.”

Peter never said it aloud but Stiles knew that was what he meant when he told him to stay safe. The ‘wolf smiled at him, a proper smile not his standard smirk or sneer, and disconnected the call.

Stiles took a deep breath and got up, grabbing a marker pen and the jar of mountain ash. Typically he would carve or burn runes but pen would do in a pinch. He circled the outside of the house, eyes closed as he trailed the ash along beside him.

“What are you doin’?”

He opened his eyes to see Lisa and Colby watching him with interest. 

“Magic,”

“That’s not magic, that’s a jar of dirt,” Lisa said, frowning

“It’s not dirt, it’s ash. And it’s magic,” Stiles told her.

“What kinda magic?”

“It’s like a fence. Keeps bad people from getting in.”

Lisa’s frown grew and she very deliberately stepped over the line.

“It didn’t stop me.”

“Are you a bad person? Did you want to try and hurt me?”

“No!”

“Well then, that’s why it let you in. Besides, it’s not finished.” He closed his eyes again and blocked out the whispers of the two children, methodically completing his circuit. He pushed as much belief as he could into the ash and heard a faint pop, like a sharp change in pressure had taken place. When he opened his eyes again, the line was seared into the dirt.

Whoops… may have overdone it a bit.

He turned to the kids who were both staring and he winked.

“Told you. Magic.”

Stiles went back inside and added the runes for elk and thorn to the base of each wall at the four points of the compass, brushing his spark over each one once it was complete. The final point was over his bed where he drew a slightly lopsided aegishjalmur. As he channeled his power into it, he felt a warm buzz descend around him.

His spark whispered to him, promising safety and comfort, and he couldn’t help the small smile that played across his lips.

Home.

Once he was satisfied that his house was safe, Stiles showered and changed into something a little less casual. If he was going to try and ally with the vampires, he needed to work out how to stay on their good sides. Eric seemed to already like him, at least enough to want to work with him. Pam would be a bit more difficult and, while she wasn’t his favourite person, he knew that he needed her support since she seemed to be Eric’s second in command. He had a plan of sorts to deal with her but in the meantime he would try and make an effort with his appearance since she had made remarks about it.

With his hair carefully mussed, black skinny jeans, a soft grey waistcoat and a hooded red leather jacket, he considered it a slightly upgraded version of his standard red hoodie look.

He drove to Shreveport, arriving a little before sundown, and decided to save time by appearing inside. A small part of him noted that there was no queue outside this time but he assumed it was just gearing up to be a quiet night for them.

Stiles seated himself at the bar, relishing in the quiet. He hummed softly, taking in the decor that was usually obscured by the mass of writhing bodies.

A shrill scream cut through the quiet, piercingly sharp. Stiles turned quickly to see a skinny blonde woman in a tube top and hot pants.

“Ow!” He rubbed his ears, gesturing with one hand for her to stop.

“Who are you?! How did you get in here?!”

“Relax, okay? I’m here to see Eric, not cause trouble.”

“He’s not here.”

“I know that. I’m alright waiting. Just pretend i’m not here.” He gave her his best friendly smile. She eyed him warily but apparently decided it was safer for her to leave him be. She probably figured if he wasn’t meant to be there, one of the vampires would take care of him.

As he sat, quietly observing, a few more humans drifted into the bar. He quickly recognised them as employees rather than customers, all dressed down and lacking the typical aesthetic he’d come to expect from guests. They looked stressed and nervous, making him wonder what exactly was going on.

Eventually the door opened and Pam swept inside. She wasn’t in her leather dominatrix gear, instead wearing a pale pink sweater and slacks. She paused mid step when she caught sight of Stiles sitting there.

“I see you haven’t taken my advice.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not great when it comes to shopping and fashion. I may require some assistance… y’know, if you’d be interested in using me as a life size dress up doll?”

“I’ll have to check my schedule,” she said, lips flickering into the smallest of smiles. “Eric had to run an errand but he should be back shortly. If you can wait in the office, I have a staff meeting to start.”

“Yes ma’am,” Stiles hopped off the stool and headed towards the back. He brushed past Longshadow on the way and tried to suppress his flinch as images filled his head. He considered telling the vampire what he’d seen but then he heard him complaining to Pam, arguing that he wasn’t allowed to bring a snack so why was Eric?

Asshole tax, he decided.

He made himself comfy in the office and got out his phone. There was a text from Sookie waiting for him.

Hey Stiles

I guess Sam or someone said something to the other staff at the bar and someone (three guesses who) told some other people that you're in town to hide from an ex? Just wanted to give you a heads up before your next shift and you heard people gossiping. Might actually help you though, people like you for standing up to those trashy vamps so if those guys come back they'll probably cover for you!

Sookie x

7:27pm

Well as cover stories went, that wasn't the worst one. Especially if it got people to try and steer off anyone who came looking for him. He would have preferred for things to stay quiet but he had enough experience with small towns to know that was usually a futile hope.

He amused himself playing Angry Birds on his phone for a while, the game managing to distract him from the swirling mess of thoughts inside his head.

When he next looked up, he was startled by the sight of Eric watching him from the doorway. He was dressed far more casually than the last time Stiles had seen him, wearing a simple black tank top that exposed his pale muscular arms. The vampire smirked at the jolt of the boy's heart.

“Stiles. I hope I haven't kept you waiting?”

“If you had, it would be my fault for not warning you I was coming ahead of time.”

Eric came over to the couch Stiles was sitting on and seated himself, surprising the boy who had expected him to take the position of power at the desk.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“I was hoping you'd have time to discuss that job offer? If now isn't convenient, I can come back.”

I can, but I don't want to. The prospect of leaving without securing some form of protection from whatever Scott might try filled him with cold dread. 

Eric's eyes narrowed slightly as he picked up on the fear Stiles was trying to mask but he didn't comment, merely gesturing for him to proceed.

“I would like to accept the offer but I have a few details I want to go over with you.”

“By all means,”

“If… if I work for you… would that afford me a degree of protection?”

“What is it you need protecting from?” Eric shifted closer, leaning in and lowering his voice. “What is it that inspires this fear in you?”

“The pack I was in…things didn't end well. Today two of the wolves came into the bar where I work looking for me. I can't let them find me, I can't let them take me back.”

Eric gave him an assessing look, before getting up and going over to the desk.

“Where is this pack based?”

“California. Beacon Hills.”

“They have an emissary? Or a liaison?”

“Erm, yeah but it’s kind of informal… or it was when I left. Alan Deaton, he’s the town vet.” Eric tapped a few keys on his phone, brow furrowed.

“What’s the alpha’s name?”

“Scott McCall.”

He continued to type, before dialing a number. He switched it to loudspeaker, standing rigid until it connected.

“Hello, Beacon Hills Veterinary Clinic. How can i help you?” At the sound of Scott’s voice, Stiles flinched.

“I would like to speak to Alan Deaton.”

“He’s a little busy at the moment, can I take a message?”

“Yes, tell him to remove his hand from whatever animal orifice it’s currently in and come to the phone.”

There was a moment of silence, and then the slightly muffled sound of Scott’s voice followed by the phone being handed over.

“Hello, this is Alan Deaton, who am I speaking to?”

“I am Eric Northman, the vampire sheriff of Louisiana Area 5.”

“Okay…” Deaton’s voice had suddenly become significantly more wary. “What can I do for you Sheriff?”

“It’s come to my attention that two wolves have entered my territory, uninvited. I believe they belong to a Mr Scott McCall?”

“Yes, two of the pack were planning a roadtrip and would have likely passed through the area.”

“It would be in everyone’s best interest for you not to lie to me. Just because I am asleep during the day, does not mean I am unaware of what goes on. They were hassling the staff at a local supernatural owned business. Apparently they were looking for someone.”

“I…yes… a former pack member went missing and we received word that he might have made his way to your town. They merely wanted to return him home. He presents a potential risk to himself and to others.”

“And you think I am incapable of handling risks in my territory myself?”

“No, we just-”

“Please inform Mr McCall that if his wolves have not left my territory by the next sunset, I will be sending two wolfskin rugs back in their place. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

Eric ended the call and looked at Stiles, eyebrow raised. Stiles blinked.

“I didn’t expect that.”

“I don’t like loose ends running around.” Eric returned to the couch. “Anything else you might want to tell me?” Stiles considered for a moment.

“I can tell you you're going to need a new bartender.”

“And why's that?”

“Because your current one won't live to see the next sunset.”

“Technically he never would have.”

“You know what I mean. Live, die, unlive, whatever you want to call it. He'll be a blood splatter in the next 24 hours.”

“You can see the future? Or are you planning on killing him?”

“Ehh I can see bits of the future. Never that far ahead and never very detailed. If we were driving in a car, a proper seer would be like… a GPS. Can tell you where to go, which roads have traffic, how long it'll take. I'm more like a kid looking out the window and occasionally yelling when I see a landmark I recognise.”

“Hmm, interesting. Sookie and Bill are going to be coming by to help me with an issue, it seems it’s going to be an interesting visit.” The ghost of a smile played across his lips. “Now, what other details did you wish to discuss?”

“If I work for you, do i need to stop working at Merlotte's?"

“Typically I wouldn’t want an employee working at another establishment, but I think it might be advantageous for you to remain there. Humans talk when they’re drunk.”

“What exactly are the parameters you want me to follow? Am I just keeping an ear out for anything and everything? Just specific topics?”

“I’d like you to note down anything related to vampires, the supernatural or the sale of vampire blood. If you hear anything else that you think might be relevant to me, include it. I may call on you to find specific information on an adhoc basis, you will receive additional compensation for these occasions. Do you work days or nights at the shifter’s bar?”

“Nights. But I also fill in day shift sometimes.”

“I would prefer if you could come to Fangtasia on occasion and listen in here as well.”

“I’ll sort something out with Sam. When do you want me to report my findings?”

“Any non-urgent matters, send via email weekly. I require you to come in at least once a month for an in person report. For more indepth topics I ask you to research, I will give you instructions on when.”

Stiles considered for a moment before nodding slowly. Eric seemed… reasonable. If incredibly intimidating. As long as he didn’t attempt to screw over the vampire, he would be okay.

“Okay. I’ll work for you.”

“Excellent. I’ll get the paperwork.” Eric rose, pausing as something caught his ear. “It appears my guests are arriving. Stay in here while I handle this matter.”

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Even though he really wasn't in a partying mood, Stiles agreed to stay after some gentle cajoling from Arlene. Since the redhead had never seemed to like him, he wasn’t going to waste being in her good graces. Which meant, as night fell, he was sitting beside the dance floor with Sookie’s grandmother. Arlene and Rene were dancing happily, Jason was chatting with Hoyt and Amy, and Sookie was… sitting by herself looking miserable.

“What are you thinking so hard about Stiles?” Adele asked, pulling his focus away from Sookie. “You seem a little bit out of sorts.”

There’s a lot going on in my head at the moment. And I don’t know where to start with dealing with it.”

“A problem shared lightens the load. Can I help?”

“I… Sookie’s ability… do you know… has anyone else in your family had similar gifts?”

Adele frowned slightly, clearly not expecting the conversation to go the way it had.

“My husband, Earl, he… knew things. I believe there were some others before him. Why?”

Stiles hesitated. He didn’t want to worry her unnecessarily but he needed to tell someone about his suspicions. And if her gran knew, she could keep an eye on Sookie.

“I found… Bill has a file on Sookie. And one of the pages was a family tree, with some of the names circled. Hers. Your husband’s. I’m worried that he might not have her best interests in mind.”

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll keep an eye out. I trust Sookie’s judgement, but I know how easy love can cloud things.”

Stiles suppressed a bitter laugh. He knew all about how ‘love’ could distort reality and change opinions.

“Speaking of love, have you met Amy?” he asked.

“Yes, Jason introduced me to her earlier. I have to say, it’s been a long time since he’s let me meet one of his girlfriends.”

“What did you think?”

“I don’t like her.” Adele said it so bluntly, Stiles let out a startled laugh. “I know it’s not the christian thing to say, but there’s something nasty about her deep down, i could see it in her eyes. It’s buried under her uppity hippy outside.”

“You are terrifyingly perceptive,” Stiles told her. “I feel the exact same way. She makes me uncomfortable just being near her.”

He was stopped from saying anything else by Lisa and Colby who ran over to them.

“Hi Ms Stackhouse. Hiya Mr Stiles.”

“Hello you two, are you having a fun evening?” Adele asked.

“Yes!”

Lisa turned her focus entirely onto Stiles, giving him a hopeful smile.

“Mr Stiles, we was hoping you could do a magic trick for us. Like you did before,” she said.

“You don't have to call me Mr Stiles. Just Stiles is fine. And I'd be happy to do a trick for you, but I need you to fetch something for me so I can do it. Can you get me a paper plate from that table over there?”

The kids scampered off, returning a moment later with the plate. Stiles set it on his lap, pulling a small baggie of mountain ash from his pocket which he tipped onto the plate.

“Is that that magic dirt you used before?” Lisa asked.

“Ash. But yes. Now, do either of you have a coin?” They both shook their heads. “Hmm, are you sure? What if i check behind your ear?”

“That’s silly!” Colby said. Stiles grinned, reached out and touched the boy’s ear, conjuring a coin.

“Hmm, what do you have tucked behind your ears Lisa?” He repeated the action with the girl, this time conjuring a marker pen. He held it up in front of her, drawing an excited gasp. “You two really need to clean up behind your ears!”

The pair watched enraptured as he drew a small shape on the coin, before balancing it on its side in the centre of the plate.

“Ready?” They nodded, eyes wide. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Adele watching too. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the coin spinning. Technically the coin wasn’t necessary, but it made it seem more like a trick and less like actual magic.

The coin spun faster and faster, the scattered ash on the plate starting to stir and rise. At first it followed the movement of the coin, forming a mini twister on the plate but as he concentrated it began to take on a new shape. The ash grew into a small cat, the body fluid and intermittent. The coin was still visible inside, flickering behind the shimmering particles.

“Wow!”

“Quite a trick you got there.”

Rene’s voice snapped his concentration, the coin tipped over and the ash dropped back to the plate, inanimate once more.

“I missed my calling as a magician.” He tipped the ash back into the bag and held out the coin to Colby.

“Kids, allons, your mama be lookin’ for you.” He gestured them away. They gave Stiles a quick wave, before heading over to where Arlene was sitting.

“I’m going to get another drink. Do you want one Ms Stackhouse?” Stiles asked, getting to his feet.

“That would be lovely dear.”

He went over to the drink table, aware of Rene a few steps behind him. He focused on pouring his drinks, only looking up when Rene’s arm reached over to grab a bottle of beer.

“We not had much chance to chat, figure since we’re neighbours be good to get to know you,” he said.

“Not much to know,” Stiles said with a shrug. 

“You pop up out of nowhere, no one know nothin’ ‘bout you.” Rene took a swig of his beer. “But I see you ge’ this look in yous eyes when you lookin’ at me. Like you know somethin’ you shouldn’t.”

“That’s only a problem if you’ve got something you want to hide.” Stiles forced a smile, playing it off as a joke. “I’m just wary. Don’t like seeing people getting hurt.”

“I seen you lookin’ after Sookie. You sweet on her, or just don’ want her to end up like défunt Dawn and Maudette?”

“She’s not my type. But her gran and her have been good to me since I got here.”

“Shame. She deserve better than that vamp’re.”

“On that we agree.”

Adele had left shortly after finishing the drink Stiles had gotten for her, leaving him without anything to occupy his attention. He was considering leaving himself but he wanted to see if Tara would show up, get a sense of if the power of suggestion had helped her.

Sookie was now sitting with Amy and Arlene, although she still looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. After a moment of hesitation, he went over and sat beside them.

“You know what I live most about Rene? Aside from his fine little Cajun butt. He's good to the kids. He's good to me. All the rest were fixer-uppers. But Rene, he's solid all the way to the foundation. I can count on him. And I've never had that in all my life,” Arlene said, a contented smile on her face. Stiles bit his lip, keeping his comments to himself. Amy grinned.

“I know what you mean. I mean, I never knew I could have something like what I have with Jason. I'm not about to let anything destroy that.”

“I don't know anyone can trust anybody these days. They're always keeping things from you. You don't even know who people are or what they are,” Sookie said stiffly, shooting a look at Stiles as if daring him to disagree. The other women looked taken aback by her bitterness and Amy quickly attempted to steer the conversation again.

“Well, you know what I love about Jason? Everything is just right there on the surface. You never have to wonder what he's thinking.”

“Yeah, because he ain't thinking,” Sookie said with a roll of her eyes. Arlene laughed.

“Hey, girlfriends, what's up?” Tara staggered over to them, wearing a revealing red dress. The smell of alcohol was rolling off of her, making Stiles’ nose burn.

“Tara. You look... You look great,” Arlene said, slightly hesitantly.

“Prom night, 2000. I ain't wore it since,” Tara said with a drunken giggle.

“Well, it still fits you,” Amy said, looking a little uncomfortable. 

“Tara, come here.” Sookie gently steered her away from the table, Stiles watching them go. He could see the conversation quickly become heated, Sookie storming off. Tara made a half hearted attempt to stop her, before going into the crowd and making a beeline towards Sam, who seemed to be having his own unpleasant conversation with Andy.

Tara wrapped herself around Sam, kissing him. Arlene let out a startled noise.

“How long has that been going on?” she asked, eyes wide.

“A little while,” Stiles said absently.

“How do you know?” Arlene demanded, clearly offended that she hadn’t been privy to that bit of gossip.

“I know many things.” He felt a spike of anger coming from somewhere nearby, the emotion at odds with the revelry around it.

It only took a moment to pinpoint. Lafayette had arrived and had pulled Jason into a shadowed spot beneath the trees. Stiles concentrated, trying to block out the other sounds around him so he could listen in, but only managed to pick up bits and pieces. He wished his hearing was as good when he was human as it was when he was in fox form.

My supplier. He gone. He fuckin’ missing….the same shit is gonna... 

You got nothing to worry about.

Bitch, you think life…you always win no matter how many dead folk are piling up around you… And I tell you one fuckin’ thing… On my mama, motherfucker.

Lafayette turned sharply, his eyes scanning the crowd before locking with Stiles. Getting up from his seat, Stiles inclined his head towards the bar before making his way inside. Lafayette entered a moment later, the pair ducking into the darkened kitchen to talk.

“How’d you know?” Lafayette demanded.

“Sometimes I just… I see things. Things that could happen… I try to stop them when I can. That’s why I warned you. Gave you the option.” He took a deep breath, carefully thinking over his words. “And now i’m going to give you another one. I can get him out. I know where he is. But if I do that… there will be consequences. For Amy, for Jason… probably for you too, although maybe not to the same extent.”

Lafayette looked conflicted, opening and closing his mouth as he half formed answers.

“I… Yes,” he said eventually. “Get him out.”

“Okay.”

That was when the lights went out.

“Oh that’s not good…” Stiles murmured. There was a prickling sensation on the back of his neck and his nose wrinkled at a familiar smell, one that was both acrid and pleasant. A hunger. Bloodlust. Inside of him, he could feel the nogitsune side stirring.

“Lafayette,” he whispered. “Go out the back door. Get Sam and the police.”

Luckily, Lafayette didn’t waste time arguing, moving swiftly down the now pitch black corridor. Stiles waited until the faint click of the back door reached his ears, before exiting the kitchen. He could hear sounds of a scuffle coming from the bar, a cut off scream, a terrified gasp.

He felt his claws and fangs threatening to come out but forced them down, ignoring the pull in his gut that urged him to tear flesh and feast on the pain that followed. Stealth and speed were his advantages, he wasn’t going to kill if he could help it.

At the bar, he could see two figures although they were pressed so close together that it was difficult to distinguish one from the other. Darting through the shadows, he tackled the larger one, hooking his arms around their neck and throwing his full body weight into them. It was more the surprise than the force that did the trick, dislodging the man and sending them both crashing to the floor. Now he was closer, he could pick out Sookie’s scent beneath the overwhelming stench coming off her attacker. Rene’s scent was there too, confirming what he’d suspected since he’d first touched the man at the church. Gods, he hated being right sometimes.

“SOOKIE RUN!” he shouted.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Rene flipped them and slammed his fist into Stiles’ face. Stiles didn’t try to stop him. He had an idea.

He wrapped his legs around Rene’s lower half, interlocking his ankles, and grabbed hold of him, one hand digging into the meat of his bicep where the man was holding him down and the other gripping his shoulder. He could smell blood, but he didn’t know if it was his or if his claws had come out and punctured his attacker’s skin.

It was hard to concentrate with the vicious beating but at the same time, the energy pouring off of Rene was exactly what he needed. Stiles amassed the shadows around him, wrapping them both up and sending them into the walk in. Rene didn’t seem to notice, too focused on what he was doing. Releasing his hold on the man, Stiles channeled his spark into a nearby shelving unit, sending it careening across the small space and crashing it down on Rene’s head. The man slumped immediately, knocked out. Still on top of him.

Damnit

He awkwardly wiggled out from underneath Rene and got to his feet, stumbling as the repeated hits he’d sustained made themselves known. He dragged himself out of the walk in, blinking as the now turned on lights stung his eyes. He could hear voices in the bar, arguing loudly.

“Could you guys keep it down?” he called. “I have a hell of a headache.”

A scuffle of feet and suddenly the kitchen was crowded with Sam, Sookie, Lafayette, Andy, a cop he hadn’t met and, unfortunately, Arlene.

“Stiles!” Sookie threw her arms around him. He winced.

“Sore…”

“Sorry.”

“What happened?” Andy demanded.

“Sookie got attacked. I fought him off. Knocked him out in the walk in.” Stiles looked around for a cloth to wipe the blood from his face. “It was Rene. He’s the killer.”

The half hour that followed was a blur for Stiles, whether from exhaustion or concussion he didn't know. He remembered snippets. Giving his statement, Arlene crying, Rene being dragged out of the fridge still unconscious. He was aware that chances were Rene wouldn't be locked up for long. There was no evidence linking him to the murders, and it had been too dark for Sookie to ID her attacker. But at least it would be harder for him to kill, now that he'd been exposed.

All Stiles wanted was to curl up in bed with an ice pack (he was really missing the werewolf pain drain trick) but he had one more thing he needed to do first.

Once the police were done with him and he had waved off concerned offers of transport from Sam and Lafayette, he retreated to a secluded spot so he could shadow walk to Jason's house.

Jason and Amy had left once Sam had promised he'd get Sookie home, so Stiles shrouded himself in darkness when he materialised in the basement. His head was spinning from the effort but he forced himself to push through it and assess the situation. Unfortunately, both Jason and Amy were in the basement when he arrived, in the middle of a very loud fight.

“This ain't a game. I don't want him ending up dead!”

“Oh, God, Jason, come on. He's gonna kill us.”

“No, he won't. I'm gonna let him go, don't even try to fuckin’ stop me.”

Jason was fiddling with the silver chains wrapped around a vampire, binding him to a metal lawn chair. Stiles wondered how he was going to grab the vamp when he was right in the middle of them.

“Jason…” the vampire whimpered.

“No, please, don't,” Amy pleaded.

“Get out of here! goddamn”

“Please, hurry.” The vampire was eyeing Amy with what seemed like genuine fear, wincing as Jason untangled the silver chains. Stiles’ eyes widened as he saw Amy grab a piece of wood. He was out of time.

He had hoped to be subtle but they were passed that. Instead he flooded the basement with darkness, temporarily blinding the two humans. He rushed forward, not caring if they felt him as he moved around them, and grabbed hold of the chair. He could feel the darkness weakening and knew he couldn't hold it long enough to untangle the vampire. Instead, he pulled the chair, the vampire and himself into the shadows, transporting them to the one place he knew they'd be safe.

Fangtasia.

The bar was empty, save for the human with the piercing scream. At the sight of them appearing from nowhere, he was treated to another rendition of her fire alarm impression.

“Call Eric,” Stiles managed to blurt out before his vision faded and he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

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