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The moment Percy drove into Beacon Hills, he knew that the place was not normal. He could practically feel the unseen barrier between Beacon Hills and the road, as if separating two worlds in the same city.
But he would do anything for his grandpa, even if it means going into a town that set off every alarm bell in his mind and made his demigod senses all tingly and alert.The grandpa that doesn’t try to kill him and start a war between the Gods, that is.
Noah Stilinski is an enigma that Percy will forever be grateful for to have him in his life, second only to his mom, of course. His mother will always be number 1, sorry grandpa, dad, and Pollo. The man always tries and wriggles to make room for him and to visit him in New York, coming all the way from California. Always booking the first flights scheduled so he could make it in time for Percy’s birthday, and face-timed for when he couldn’t, promising to make it up to him.
Percy was very much spoiled by his grandpa, and sometimes his nana Melissa comes along with him too!
But that’s the thing, it's always him coming to NYC, Percy has never been to Beacon Hills his entire life. Percy has never been to the town and house that his mom lived and grew up in. Of course, Percy was well informed of all the strange and supernatural schtick that happens in Beacon Hills, his mother often told them to him as bedtime stories. Back then he had thought they were only stories, but after his first quest, he came to realize that the stories that his mom told were very much real.
And after knowing that, it just makes him admire his mom more, and he could depend on her when he needed it.
It’s comforting, honestly, to know that you’re not the only one that has gone through all those things or similar. His mom had gone through them too, and she was not even a demigod!
Okay, well, she may not be a demigod, but she is something called a ‘Spark’. The way his mother explained it almost makes him believe that his mom may be a legacy of Hecate or something.
A Spark, in reality, is something that is present in every living being. It’s like their life force, of sorts, and everyone has a small amount of them in them. But sometimes, very rarely, there will be people who have so much spark inside of them that it becomes powerful, and can be driven out of them in times of need by simply believing.
And that’s what his mom was, and that’s how she protected him from monsters before he knew of his godly lineage. She used her spark to smother his scent from monsters, damping them out like a blanket smothering a fire.
Conclusion: his mom is awesome, and is the best person in the entire world. His dad certainly agrees, and the other people that have the honor of meeting Mieczyslaw “Sally” “Stiles” Stilinski.
Annabeth helped him research the place as well, a week before he was scheduled to make his trip. And oh yeah, this place is weird.
Beacon Hills has been the subject of the news outlet for more times than he could count, even more than him. Many deaths, disappearances, unexplainable occurrences, and many many more. And from his mom’s stories, this place was practically a beacon for supernatural stuff.
Hah, get it? Anyway,
But at the same time, he felt a strange sense of Nostalgia in the air. Maybe it's the stories and facts that he heard from his mom coming to life right before his eyes, or at the fact that not many of the places here have been modernized like New York did. He'd planned on exploring more later after giving his grandpa some dinner, maybe checking out a few of the good spots to get good food that his mom told him about.
Anyway, he pulled up to the driveway of the Stilinski residence and took a moment to take it all in.
He was actually here, the very house his mom grew up in. It didn’t change much, going by how it looks and how it matches his mom’s description of it from her memory. His grandpa’s already at the station and he had messaged his mom to tell him that he had left a spare key under the doormat. Pocketing the key, he walked into the house and went straight upstairs where the guest bedroom is. It looks pretty plain–which makes sense since it’s a guest bedroom–but cozy, feels very home-y.
He dropped his bag on the carpet and went back down to the kitchen to put away the food that his mom prepared in tupperware containers for his grandpa; salads, vegan burgers, stuff that Percy himself would never willingly eat if it’s not being shoved down his throat.
Once that’s done, instead of letting his brain go haywire with the silence and lack of grandpa, he went back into the car that Apollo had bought him for his birthday (even though he insisted that he could just use his old one, his boyfriend was quite stubborn) and drove to the police station, and asked for where Sheriff Stilinski was.
A GTA report, huh? Sounds fun. After saying a quick thanks to the woman at the front desk, he went back on the road and looked out for hints of his grandpa’s whereabouts. He drove around for a while until he finally spotted his grandpa with another deputy, looking at a blue jeep.
There’s another reason he wanted to visit, he had heard his mom gush about her old jeep all the time, saying how much she missed it and such a shame that she had to leave it behind because of its faulty engine. She had gone on many adventures with the jeep, and Percy was keen on seeing it for himself.
And now that he saw that it was blue, he decided he liked it too.
He pulled over behind the cruiser and hopped out of the car, shoved his hands in his pocket and skipped over to his grandpa.
“Sup, old man?”
His grandpa glanced behind him, before doing a double take and giving him a smile. He ran into his grandpa’s open arms and hugged him, giving a nod to the other deputy named Parish. Once he pulled away, he walked closer to the light blue jeep–sorry, robin’s egg blue jeep, as his mom would definitely correct him on that–and lightly ran his fingers on it.
“So, this is the ‘Roscoe’?” he asked as he circled the jeep, he saw his grandpa nod from the corner of his eye.
“This is ‘Roscoe’. Though, someone thought it'd be a good idea to hotwire it.” his grandpa said, Percy scrunched his nose at the flat tire that was clearly pierced with something.
He crouched and looked at the puncture, multiple puncture holes. Claws, he deducted, and he bit his lip in worry.
As a demigod, seeing claw marks usually doesn't mean anything good. He recalls back to the many monsters that have swiped their claws at him in an attempt to kill him, so seeing puncture holes that were clearly made by a claw or some kind made his insides churn. But took a breath and tried to think rationally. If it were a monster, it would’ve stayed around and have already pounced on him right about now, regardless of the presence of the two mortals around.
So it’s probably not the demigod hunting kind of monsters, but something else.
“Was someone here before I arrived?” He asked, brushing off the dirt off of his jeans. Going by the stories his mom had told him about the place, he wouldn’t be surprised if one of the myths from her tales did this.
His grandpa gave him an odd look, before shrugging.
“Derek Hale was here, his son was the one that stole the car. They went home already.”
Well isn’t that a name that rings bells. Derek fucking Hale, the man, the myth, the legend. And apparently, his mom’s old crush, her last heartbreak before his dad, ‘The one that got away’ if you will. Percy has conflicted feelings for the man. On one end, from what he had heard, he doesn’t blame the guy for leaving.
On the other end, he’s mad at the guy for breaking his mom’s heart. Percy sometimes saw her holding a silver coin in her hand–which took him a while to notice the three swirls engraved in it–and just fidgeting with it silently with a sad look. Gods forbid, if she found out that he has a son? Gods, he doesn’t even want to know how she would react.
In conclusion, Percy doesn’t know what to make of Derek Hale.
“Sir? Is this…” The other deputy, Parish, asked his grandpa.
“Yep. Parish, meet Percy Stilinski. Percy, this is Parish, he’s one of my deputies.” The sheriff introduced the two.
“Sup?” Percy simply raised his hand to offer a handshake.
Parish took his hand and shook it, Percy noticed he seemed to be looking at his eyes for a while, before taking a big inhale.
“Pleasure to meet you, Percy.” The deputy smiled, and Percy smiled back, albeit a bit more awkwardly.
“Sir, is he…” He heard Parish asking his grandpa. His grandpa simply nodded. The deputy continued to look at Percy in disbelief, and Percy is getting very uncomfy.
“Anyway,” Percy started. “Mom sent me some food for you, she said she needed to fix your eating habit now that I’m here. And I quote; “He had his fun while I’m gone, he needs to be coached again.” End quote.”
His grandpa let out a sigh, and Percy gave him a big smile in return.
When she opened her eyes, she looked around confused.
She was surrounded by trees, she was barefoot, and it was dark. She picked a direction and walked towards it, the path becoming eerily familiar as she went further. Before finally stopping at a tree stump, but not just any tree stump.
The Nemeton. She was in Beacon Hills, in the preserve.
But it wasn’t the stump or where she was that shocked her, but the woman laying on top of it. The girl that had become one of her greatest regrets, the regret of technically being the cause of her death.
Allison Argent lays on top of the Nemeton, eyes wide open, and staring at her. She saw her mouth move, but she couldn’t hear a thing. But the desperate look on the girl’s face shows that she needed help.
Then, she felt it.
The dread.
She turned her head so quickly she risked getting a whiplash, and a cluster of flies flying together, forming into one single cluster. She stumbled back as it took form, the familiarly chilling bandaged face and dark mouth filled with sharp teeth stared back at her.
“No…” she heard herself say.
“Oh, my perfect vessel. You know that you won’t escape me forever.” It hissed, taking a step closer to her, which she took another step back.
The Nogitsune stopped near Allison, and pointed a finger at the girl. “She is merely a temporary vessel, strong, but not perfect.” He focused back on her. “But you, my dear…”
“No, no, no, no…” She chanted in disbelief.
“Are the most perfect vessel.” He hissed.
They stared in silence, her breath shaking and her form trembling.
Suddenly, it ran at her at full speed, and next thing she knew, it was right in front of her face. Its mouth opened wide with a vicious growl.
“I always come back.”
Stiles gasped awake from her bed screaming. Her body lurched forward as she threw herself out of her bed and practically crawled towards the bathroom, before puking her guts out. She closed the lid and flushed it, before resting her forehead against her arm that rested on the toilet lid.
She doesn’t understand. She hasn’t dreamt of that thing in years.
This can not be a coincidence or some form of stress, she deduced.
It meant two things;
One: The Nogitsune has become loose and is once again running around Beacon Hills.
And two: Her son is now in Beacon Hills.
And if it managed to find Stiles in her dream, means that it could target Percy too.