A Family Curse [Book 1]

A Family Tradition To Follow

Notes:

I apologize for the long wait, I had written this chapter once already but I was unhappy with what I wrote so I had to scrap half of the chapter and then rewrite it again. And by doing that it took me longer to update it obviously. I'm glad that everyone's liking it so far though and I think you're going to like this chapter.

I'd like to point out that Stiles, at this point, in the story since it is still season 1 technically, he knows Latin a little bit because of the whole werewolf stuff. He knows a little bit of Polish, from his mother, I've decided their polish, I think I've been influenced by other fanfics. And any other language is going to be Google translated. So if I write something in another language and it isn't right, just know that I only speak English and everything in any language but English is going to be used through Google translate and there's nothing I can do about that.

But I don't want to offend anyone if it's not correct. Because I'll put all the translations of what I'm trying to say in the story anyway. So even if the language is not exactly direct translations, I'm trying my best because I don't speak any other language. I've learned other languages but not the ones in the story. And what I've know of other languages is basically very basic words so we'll see. At least if there is some French I have a little bit of knowledge and I mean a little bit. But if it's in Japanese I may have a lot of knowledge. But that just depends on where the story takes me. And what wesen Stiles encounters

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Stiles POV:

After chilling at home for the rest of the night. I decided that with a new day I should go to the address my mom gave me and see what she left. I start the jeep though it takes a few tries, and I drive on down to the address. It's actually, funnily enough, close to Derek's abandoned building loft thing.

Like it's on the way there, but you take a left turn somewhere along the way. It's a storage yard, there's a bunch of storage lockers, some bigger ones that probably cost a lot of money to keep and then smaller ones, and there are even smaller lockers. It's the classic look of a storage container with that ugly orange paint and gray steel doors. I pull into a parking spot and take out the key to the locker.

It's number 473. I get out and look at the map, and apparently, it's one of the bigger lockers. And it's on the opposite side of the front entrance. It's far enough to drive over, but I'll leave my car here since I'm just looking for it now. I don't really plan to take anything with me at this point.

I'm just going to look through the stuff and see what's important and see what's useful on my last day. I'll stop by back here and pick it up and put it in my car so that I can make my way to Portland. Or maybe whenever I pick someone to watch the locker for me, I will move stuff that day. Because I feel like if I'm going to explain to someone what a is Grimm and they don't know what a Grimm is then, I'm going to have to show them some proof and I'm pretty sure whatever I find in this storage container is going to be proof enough.

It takes me a while to get to the locker, but eventually, I'm standing in front of storage container 473, it's one of those big lockers that you have to unlock at the base, and you have to lift up and then let go, so the door hits the ceiling. I wonder how much stuff my mother could have possibly gathered in her lifetime to fit in this big of a container. Or maybe she just needed a room. I don't know I'm just ready to open this up and see what's inside, so excited. I put the key in the little padlock, and I turn it once, and it opens.

Good thing; otherwise, I would have a huge problem. I mean, one could, of course, just pick the lock, but it's better that I have a key just in case there are security cameras around. Once I open the door, it's just filled with boxes. There is a table in the middle. It's like a picnic table without the benches, and it's white wood. It's actually a pretty sweet table, aesthetic wise, but I have no use for it. There's a bunch of boxes all along the walls that have little labels.