The nightmares were getting worse. The pain was getting worse. He hadn't slept properly in days and he had no idea what to do. He was getting paler, he hasn't eaten in days and now Stiles was pretty sure he was full-on crazy if he was sitting in Derek Hale's loft talking to sour wolf himself. The older male had been staring at Stiles like he had grown a second head for some time now. But then again, when had Derek ever not looked at Stiles like he was crazy or just plain annoying? Peter was watching the two of them like the creeper he was, his blue eyes filled with interest.
"Well what do we have here?" he asked as he walked off the final steps of the staircase. "Little Stiles has graced us with his presence. What can we help you with today?"
"I'm here to talk to Derek," he said to the omega before turning his eyes on Derek once more. "I need you to do something for me."
"Stiles," Derek said with a sigh. "I'm not sure what it is you want, but you can go to Scott for that."
"I can't," Stiles said. Scott would just worry and then hover over him. "I need you."
Peter snorted. "Confess your undying love for each other somewhere else."
"Peter," Derek snapped, never taking his eyes off of Stiles. He saw how pale he looked. The shadows under his eyes told him that he hadn't been sleeping well and his scent was a cocktail of stress, fear and anxiety. Stiles looked like he was dying. "What do you need me to do?"
Stiles looked at him with a small smile, "Isaac told me about how you had gotten into his memories before. Well Peter can," he looked at the creeper and then back to Derek. "I need you to do it for me. I can't keep going to bed and reliving those nightmares all over again."
"Aw," Peter cooed. "Is little Stiles afraid of some night terrors?"
"Yeah I am," Stiles snapped in his direction. "How the fuck would you feel, Peter, if you have been having the same dream since you were five years old? The same dream over and over again where your throat's being clawed out of you by werewolves because you decided to play the hero?"
Derek's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
Stiles turned to look at him, his shoulders slouched and his head hung in defeat. This wasn't the Stiles who has stood up to him. This wasn't the Stiles who had declined the werewolf bite, even though he wanted it so badly. This was a broken child who wanted to be fixed.
And the first step to that was to dive into his mind and see where it lead them. Peter stepped forward extending his claws. He smiled wickedly, "Well what are we waiting for?"
Elena frowned as her third phone call to Bonnie went to voicemail. She had tried Caroline earlier but had been unable to reach the blonde as well. What was going on? Both of her friends were ignoring her and she didn't like that.
"Well, did she answer?" Stefan asked, drawing her attention from her thoughts. The former Ripper was staring at her with concern. Caroline he had considered a dear friend to him and Bonnie, while they were on very shaky ground with what had happened to her mother, he did care for as well. When he had gone to Caroline's house to inform them of their latest problem with Silas, who was apparently walking around masquerading as anyone he could find while trying to find Bonnie, he had been met with her mother who informed him that Bonnie and Caroline had left a day before for god knows where.
She had informed him that Tyler was with them but that was about it.
"No," Elena said with a sigh. "I'm not sure why neither of them are answering their phones."
"Why don't be follow them and find out?" Damon asked as he came into the room.
"And how do you know where they are?" Elena frowned.
"Because I just happened to be talking to Liz the night Blondie flew out the door, muttering about going to see Klaus."
"They're with Klaus?" Stefan and Elena chorused.
"Yup," Damon said, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Hell I don't even know why they're with Klaus, but I bet he'll be really nice enough to tell us why they were there if we say Caroline's life could be in danger. You know what with Silas masquerading as everyone else."
"Okay," Stefan said and stood up. "I'll go. You and Elena can stay here."
"And miss out on the roadtrip?" Damon asked.
"Elena needs you Damon." Stefan said, although he sounded like a broken record. "I'll bring them back."
"Fine, fine," Damon said with a sigh. Anything to give him more time with Elena. "But just hurry back."
Stefan nodded. After packing a bag and heading towards the garage, he grabbed a set of keys and turned on the ignition before smirking. "Such fools," he mused, zooming out of the garage and heading towards the nearest route to New Orleans. "I'm coming for you, Bonnie. You can't hide from me forever." Silas said, tightening his grip on the stirring wheel.