Scott awoke to the buzzing of his cell phone. He groaned and glanced over at the clock. It was past midnight and he didn't know why anyone would be calling him at this time of night. He turned towards his phone and noticed the I.D. said it was Stiles. He sat up and answered the call.
"Stiles, what up?" he asked his voice raspy from sleep.
"Scott," Stiles said into the phone. Sleep's hold washed away from the werewolf at the sound of his voice. Stiles sounded afraid, very afraid of something. "Scott their coming for me."
"Who are?" Scott asked and moved to get out of his bed. "Who is coming for you Stiles?"
Stiles said nothing for the longest time. Scott was out his room door, dressed in a hoodie, sneakers and his phone attached to his ear. As he passed his mom's door, his worry for his best friend rose. "Stiles!" he cried into the phone.
"Scott?"
He turned around to see his mom and Isaac looking at him, concerned. Isaac's expression told him he had heard some of the conversation that woke up his Alpha. Melissa on the other hand was worried as to why her son was dressed to sneak out. "What's going on Scott?"
"Scott," he heard Stiles's voice again. "The wolves."
Scott instantly knew what was going on. "Stiles, you're just having a nightmare. They aren't real okay?"
"They are."
"No they are not. Look, I'm coming over right now to see you," Scott told him and hung up.
A loud knock alerted the three. "Scott!" John Stilinski cried. "Scott open up!"
Melissa rushed past her son and went down the stairs, opening the door. "John, what's wrong?"
"It's Stiles," his father told her. "I've been checking up on him since he's been having nightmares and when I went to check on him tonight, he wasn't in his room. I figured he'd be here."
"He isn't," Melissa called. From the stairs, both Isaac and Scott listened. The beta turned to his leader, pulling out his cell phone.
"I'll call the pack," he told him. Scott nodded, too consumed by guilt to even answer.
"Isaac," he called as his friend went to his room to change. "Call Allison and Chris as well. And Braeden is welcome to look for him too."
Isaac nodded. "Got it."
Bonnie awoke with a start. The spirits of the witches were whispering in her ear, telling her to hurry or he would be in trouble. Beside her, Caroline stirred as she felt the bed move. She could hear the voices growing. Go to his house and you will find the wailing woman. Find the wailing woman they cried.
Wailing woman?
Bonnie walked over to her bag, grabbing clothes and headed for the bathroom. Caroline sat up once the door closed and she heard the sound of Bonnie undressing. She glanced over at the other side of the room, seeing that Tyler had gotten up and so had Kol. She still wasn't sure why those two were so close to Bonnie now but she wasn't going to ask. Klaus was out of the hotel room, probably down at the hotel bar. Tyler was putting on his shirt and some pants. He reached for his shoes and Kol was doing the exact same thing.
"Get dressed Care," her ex called to her. She said nothing and did as she was told.
Bonnie opened the door a few moments later, dressed a pair of black leggings, boots, a grey cami and a jacket that looked like it belonged to Kol. "Tyler," she called to the hybrid. "You, Caroline and Kol start looking around for a boy named Stiles. I'm going to find Klaus."
"Where?" asked the hybrid.
"The forest is the best place to check. I'll let you know when we're heading that way."
"Got it." Tyler told her.
Bonnie turned towards the door and with a fleeting look to Kol, she left the room.
When she made her way down to the bar, she found Klaus nursing a glass of scotch. She said nothing as she made her way over to him. "Bonnie," he greeted and finished his cup. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"We need to go," she told him. "I'm looking for a wailing woman."
Klaus turned to her. "A banshee?"
"Is that what it is?"
"Yes," he told her and then slapped a bill on the table. Bonnie didn't have to look to know it was a fifty. "Come along love."
Lydia and Adien made their way to Stiles's house. John had given them a spare key so they could figure out what was going on with Stiles. Granted, the redhead did not like how the guy she was having sex with/had feelings for was constantly trash talking Stiles. The boy had done so much for her, even when she treated him like crap, and she was going to do the same.
They found his room, and the board with the cluster of red strings.
"Well this is a whole lot of crazy," Adien muttered and then walked into the room. Lydia moved to follow when a fury of voices whispered into her ear.
"Wait for her," they called. "Wait for the nature user."
Lydia frowned. Nature user?
"Lydia?" she turned towards Adien. "You okay there?"
"I'm okay," she lied.
"Well that's a pretty bad lie," came a new voice. She turned around, meeting the emerald gaze of a young woman. She was pretty petite with the body of a dancer, a heart shaped face and cupid's bow lips. Her hair was tumbled over her shoulders, slightly wavy and dark in color. "Because I can tell you're not."
Adien growled, his eyes flashing blue. "How did you get in here?"
"The front door," she answered bluntly. "Now can I please speak to her?"
"The hell you can!"
Emerald eyes narrowed and Adien frowned before his head started to hurt and he grabbed it as a sharp pain came over him before it felt like his brain cells were exploding. Lydia stared in shock before she looked at the newcomer. "Stop it, I'll come with you."
"I'm not kidnapping you," she said. "Actually what I wanted to tell you was that I am on your side."
"What?"
"Stiles is missing correct?"she asked. "I want to help you find him."
Lydia frowned. "How do you know Stiles?"
The girl smiled weakly. "We've met before, in a dream."
Lydia's frown deepened. Call her a skeptic or just plain protective, but she was not about to allow some girl to just help her find Stiles. And who met people in a dream? She shut her eyes, answering her own question. You did, you met Peter. You helped resurrect that creepy zombie wolf. But what did this girl want with Stiles?
"What do you want with him?" she asked.
"The spirits haven't really given me much to go on them," answered the girl. Her phone rang and she picked it up. "Hello? You know I'm still inside. You have enhanced senses and you can't tune your ears in to listen to our conversation?"
Lydia watched as she frowned and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Nik, we don't have time to bicker. This boy is..." she pulled her cell phone away to see another call coming in. Lydia felt her own phone vibrate a few seconds later. It was a text from Allison. "I have to take this, it's Caroline."
Lydia opened her messages. Scott thinks he's in the forest.
"Caroline, what have you found?" asked the girl. Lydia looked up to see shock cross her face. "We'll be there soon."
"What happened?" Lydia asked once she hung up.
"Stiles is in the forest. How deep, we don't know," said the girl. She smiled towards Lydia. "I'm Bonnie. Bonnie Bennett," she introduced herself, holding out her hand.
"Lydia Martin." She took hold of her hand and the two felt a sudden rush go through them.
Found her! Found her! The wailing woman! The nature user! The proclaimer of death and the guardian of life. Bring him back, you must! Bring him back! The voices cried in their heads. Bonnie let go of Lydia's hand as she saw a man, dirtied, climbing out a makeshift grave. Lydia's mouth fell open and a shrill scream escaped her as she saw hit with various images of deaths. An elderly woman. Bonnie's multiple deaths. A young man with puppy dog brown eyes and a man who had a piece of a stake in his chest, running around a living room ablaze as Bonnie was running towards him, tears in her eyes.
"No!" she cried out, a heartbroken sob escaping her as she saw an image that would scar her forever, just as bad as Jackson dying in front of her. She saw Stiles, or rather she saw Stiles when he was ten years old, with slightly longer hair, shoving a man out of the way. Blue eyes met brown as a large feral beast came out of nowhere and slashed his claws across Stiles neck before several other beasts joined in, mauling the boy as he screamed. Her scream grew in pitch as Stiles took his last breath.
"Lydia, stop!" Aiden cried out, his ears close to bleeding. He looked over at the girl who had held Lydia's hand. She wasn't affected by her screams. Why wasn't she? Her green eyes were glazed over before she took hold of Lydia's face. Her wailing ceased almost instantly. Lydia held onto the girl, tears in her eyes.
They needed to find Stiles. She knew he was close. She could feel him, feeling close to the thing they had worked so hard to keep at bay.
"He's at the nemeton," she whispered.
Aiden grabbed his phone and texted Scott.
Outside the Stilinski home, Klaus arose from his knees. His head was still ringing from the wail he had heard. He never noticed the clicking of heels or noticed the smell in the air until he turned with a frustrated growl. His body stilled as he met the brown eyes of the girl he had not seen in years.
"Hello Nik," said Marin Morell. "It's been a while."
"A century and a quarter," answered the hybrid.
"Nik!" came Bonnie's voice as she and a redheaded girl came rushing out the house. A young man was right behind them. Bonnie stilled as she came across the scene.
"Ms. Morell?" asked a confused Lydia. Adien growled.
"You," he snarled and made a charge for her. Klaus was faster, grabbing the boy by his throat and snarling. Aiden felt a sudden terror enter him when he saw those golden eyes, black spider like webs crawling from his eyelids while fangs were elongated and showing him he wouldn't hesitate to end him.
"Touch her and you die."
"Nik," both Bennett women said.
"Stiles is near something called the Nemeton," Bonnie said.
Marin sighed. "This isn't good." She hoped Braeden got there before Stiles did.
"What is it?" asked Klaus.
"Something terrible," answered Marin. "We need to hurry."
"Why should I trust you?" Klaus asked. He dropped Aiden as he stepped closer to his mate. "You left, faked your death."
"I needed to," Marin said sadly. "I feel what you feel Nik. That ache in your chest, like something's missing? I have felt that for years. It was all I felt while I laid in a coffin for over a hundred and twenty five years. I know," she said with finality.
"You think words will be all I need to trust you?"
"You won't trust me, your mate, but you will trust the word of your Beta," said Marin as she looked at Bonnie. "That boy is what will help bring your family back together and erase your guilt."
Bonnie stilled. "Stiles," she whispered.
"What the hell is a Stiles?" Klaus snapped and turned to his Beta.
"He's the one think you could never save," said Marin.
"I'm going to ask again and one of you had better give me an answer! Bonnie," Klaus said looking at Bonnie and then at a stoic Marin. "Emily, I'm to ask again. What the hell is a Stiles?"
"Your brother," said Marin.
"I never has a brother named Stiles." Klaus snapped.
A motorcycle vroomed with life, a sleek black bike leading a black Jeep towards the Stilinski house. Lydia let out a shaky breath as the bike stopped and so did the car. The rider removed their helmet. Braeden shook her hair free and then smiled. "Hey Emily," she said to Marin and nodded towards Bonnie. "Another Bennett, sweet!"
"Brae," Marin said, her voice full worry.
"He's fine," she told her. "McCall found him just before he got close enough. Agent McCall I mean, not Scott."
The Jeep door opened and Lydia ran over to the car. "Stiles!" she cried and stilled when someone came out, carrying a sleeping Stiles.
"Where do you want him?" Jackson Whittemon asked as he nodded down to his sleeping former classmate.
"The couch is fine," said Marin. Klaus and the others watched as Jackson took the boy and went into the house. "And to answer your question Niklaus. You did have a brother. Only when you knew him, he wasn't Stiles Stilinski. He was Henrik Mikaelson."
The hybrid stilled and turned his entire body toward Bonnie. Emily had to be lying. Henrik was dead. Slain by the wolves that hunted their villages centuries ago. His Beta nodded her head. "She isn't lying, Nik. That boy is your brother, reincarnated."
Klaus moved towards the house but Bonnie blocked him. "Not yet," she told him. "Let his packmates see him first."
"Packmates?" he asked.
"Stiles!" cried a new voice. He watched as a young man threw down his helmet on the pavement and rushed into the house.
"Scott," said Marin. He stopped at the sound of his voice. "Go easy on him, he'll be unaware of where he is, or even if he's still Stiles."
"He's my best friend," said Scott. "My brother. He'll always be Stiles."
He rushed into the house with those words hanging in the air, Lydia right on his tail.