Not Fragile

Deaton's

I took the branch from Lydia and dropped a rare liquid onto Stiles's blood. The liquid was called Cypher. The out come only ended in three ways. 

                                                                    1. Blue- All Clear/Normal Vitals

                                                                    2. Red-Natural Emotional Rage/Spiked Vitals

                                                            Or   3. Black-Druids Need To Be Called

It was going to take a while before we learned the outcome. I used the last bit if Stiles blood and put in a very special machine. It shows us the persons past and hopefully shows what happened to set that person over the edge. Scott sat in a dark corner alone. He just wanted to help Stiles, but I really wonder if Stiles wants to be saved. 

The special machine started playing some of Stiles memories. Scott wiped away a tear. Lydia was glued to the screen. She looked like she was trying to figure out something before it even showed. She wanted to know what happened the funny sarcastic spastic Stiles.  The monitor showed us everything Stiles had ever said or did when he left Beacon Hills.

~Stiles Memories~         

I can't believe they kicked me out. ME ! Scott didn't even defend me. Then after that they tried to settle the blow and try to suck me back in. Dad was upset I could easily tell. He didn't want me to leave, but his eyes said it all. He wanted Scott and the others to pay. He wanted them to save the day and fix things before I left. No one came. I am driving through California alone and no one was coming to stop me.

I stopped in San Fransico at a rest stop/bar. I got out of my jeep and sauntered inside. That's when I had met Bailey. Bailey  St. Jerome. She was a Were-Panther. We instantly clicked. 

Bailey smiled wide as I entered. I chose to stay a couple more days. "One Virgin Mary for sweet little Virgin Stiles.", Bailey said giving me the drink. "Haha very funny. So when you go on break ?" Bailey shift ended in 30 minutes so I stuck around. Bailey was going to show me something that after noon.

She walked me hands over my eyes through this meadow. It reminded of the woods back in Beacon Hills. "It's beautiful Bailey." She had set up a little picnic and always scolded me for eating my curly fries too fast. She was very motherly in a friend way when it came to me. Suddenly Bailey and I were yanked up from where we were sitting. Bailey broke free and fought the guys that had showed up. Her eyes flashed red and she used her alpha roar and sent most of the guys flying. 

After I was free. The guy that used to be holding me hit upside my head with something. I lifted my hand and had seen the blood. It was all too much. I got nausea and passed out. Bailey screamed for me to wake up before she was knocked down herself.

                             Part 2                            

I had finally awaken. Bailey was beaten up, but nonetheless still cracked a smirk to me. "Even now you smirk. How is that possible ?", I laughed. Bailey got up and turned me around. The relflection before me...just wasn't me. My brown eyes seemed consumed with darkness. "Stiles they did something to you. Just promise me one thing..." I grabbed both of her hands and said, "what ? What is it you want me to promise you Bailey."

"Show those sons of bitches that you aren't weak. Show them even when you were broken you will be  the victor...not the victim. Beacons Hills won't know what hit them."

What Bailey had said had awoken a new hatred for my old pack. Whatever these people did to me. It seems to enhance my anger toward Scott and the others. I will never be the same. Ever.
Lydia looked like she had seen a clue. "Lydia what did you gather from that ?" Lydia looked distant. Then she screamed. Stiles blood had turned black. A druid needed to be called to Beacon Hills.

"Call the druid Deaton. Let us know when he gets here.", Derek said before exiting with everyone except Scott. "Scott stop fantasizing a possibility that might not happen. Stiles blood won't be on your hands. You'll find another way. Calm down. Go out tonight. Relive some memories of your own."

Scott hugged me then was on his way. I called Baxter. He was a friendly druid, but even then he is known for his backstabbing. "Deaton ? What can I do for you ?" I smiled to myself. "Come to Beacon Hills. I need you skills with dark magic and things." Baxter chuckled deeply and darkly, "what for ? I don't come for no reason Deaton. You know that better than anyone." I took a deep breathe and strained my voice to a fake playful manner. "To conduct magic that will change the fabric of the world. You up for that ?"

Baxter stopped laughing and told me he was in his way. If you say the right things Baxter would be there in the fastest time he could muster. I believe everyone can be saved. Especially Stiles.