Scott may rise with the moon, but Stiles will rise with the sun. With all its glowing power, the sun will give its strength and the world of the supernatural shall be given a master of prophecy. As it was written so shall it come to pass…

Another day had passed and Stiles lay awake well into the night. In the end it was Scott who had saved him and Derek. Even though he was the reason Derek was still alive, he couldn't help but feel insignificant. All that time holding Derek up in the pool had made Stiles realize just how human he really was. There was nothing he could have done to get them out of that situation. Nothing at all. In fact, they would have died if it weren't for Scott. Don't get Stiles wrong; he was happy for his friend and grateful, but just once he wanted to be Batman. Shouldn't he get at least a little attention every now and then?

Stiles groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. Complaining to himself wasn't going to get him anywhere. Besides, this might be his purpose in life. Stiles strongly believed that everyone had a purpose, and everything happened for a reason. There must be some reason that Scott got the cool powers, beautiful girl, and heroicness while Stiles stayed the almost invisible sidekick. Maybe this was how it was supposed to be. But then, why did he feel so dissatisfied? Stiles couldn't help the sinking feeling that this wasn't how it was supposed to be, like something was missing.

Just forget it; you don't have time to worry about philosophical stuff. Might I need to remind you there is a giant lizard thing killing people? Stiles huffed. I need to stop talking to myself.

The Kanima. When Stiles thought of the Kanima, he felt something. It was hard to describe exactly how he felt, but it wasn't hatred or even fear. Stiles felt nostalgia. He shivered. No way that could be the word for it. But he felt like he knew the Kanima and he wanted to protect it for some reason. Of course, Stiles could never tell anyone that. But that wasn't something he needed to think about right now. Now, he needed some sleep. Stiles cleared his mind and finally was able to drift of into dreamland. He wasn't aware of the eyes that watched him, or that those eyes belonged to someone whose body didn't feel the rhythmic drumming of a beating heart. No, this heart was cold and as still as stone and had been for hundreds of years.

-THE CLAN-
-NORTHERN IRELAND-
-2:26 A.M.-

The sound of the steady clicking of footsteps reached the large wooded doors in a rush. The doors were pushed open and the suited scout hurried through the large hall to the end where another set of wooded doors were pushed open in haste. Behind those doors the scout found himself in the familiar boardroom. Seated at the head of an oval marble table was a man of high importance and it showed. The scout walked up the edge of the table and bowed. "Sire, the report just came back. We have located the boy of prophecy. We have found the Adonai."

The man only flicked his eyes up from the papers in his hands. "Finally. Is he still unaware?"

The scout nodded, "Yes sire, that seems to be the case."

The man flipped a page of the papers and pursed his lips. "Alright, prepare Slade to look after him. Make sure all the transfer papers are in order, we can't waste any time. If the others find out, things won't be good, but if the hunters find out….then war really will be upon us."

The scout nodded again, bowed, and then quickly left the room after a quick, "Yes, of course, sire."

The Clan: A similar term to 'the pack' except much more formal. A clan is a family of vampires with incubus leaders. The hierarchy in which they stand is fledgling, vampire, and incubus; much like omega, beta, and alpha. First, when a human is turned, they are called fledglings. They then mature into vampires, which is where they stay. All born vampires eventually become incubuses. The reason humans can't become incubuses is because incubuses are living creatures, and when humans become fledglings, they die.

While packs are more wild and territorial, clans are organized together in communities. They have remained at a higher position in the supernatural and the outside world. This is because they can easily blend in with normal humans. The Clans are superior in the supernatural world because they are among the most powerful, right beside warlocks. The difference is that warlocks chose to live alone. Being a direct cousin of the warlock, incubuses also possess the power of magyck. But only few are true masters.

-Beacon Hills-
-California-
-6:00 A.M.-

"Scott. Scott get up."

Somewhere in the depth of Scott's sleep, he was pulled awake by a familiar voice. "…..Stiles? What are you doing? It's a Saturday…let me sleep."

Stiles sighed and rubbed his eyes, "Scott."

"Mmm." Scott rolled over as he mumbled.

"Today is Friday." Stiles rolled his eyes because seriously, how did Scott ever manage to stay in school?

Scott sat up. "What? No way."

Stiles just stood over him with a bemused expression. "Yes, Scott, yes."

"Oh," Scott threw his blankets off him, "well then I guess I should get up."

Stiles nodded. "Yes you should."

Scott still didn't move from the bed.

"I didn't want to have to do this but….." Stiles reached over and shoved Scott. He landed with a thud and a groan, crumpled on the bedroom floor.

Scott finally moved (on his own accord) and said, "Liar, you so wanted to do that."

Stiles laughed, "I did, I did."

Once Scott was awake, he and Stiles headed off to school. On the way there, Stiles respectfully listened to Scott talk about how gorgeous, talented, and absolutely perfect Allison was. But he really just wanted to shove the werewolf out the door of his jeep and happily watch as Scott was mauled by the road. Of course, he would never really do something like that. Stiles would just, you know…think it.

"Hey, Stiles. Stiles! Are you listening to me?"

Stiles nodded and hummed. "Mhmm, yeah, something about the shape of Allison's nose."

Scott gave him an incredulous look. "No. Wait, what? Never mind, I said that Derek wants everyone to come to the abandoned train cars tonight."

"Uh, okay. So who's everyone?" Stiles asked. He really wasn't too clear on what he was to the pack. Of course Stiles would like to think that the pack thought of him as part of, or at least an extension of, the pack, but it never hurt to ask. Just in case.

Scott shrugged. "I don't know, but he wants us there."

Stiles nodded. So he was included. But did that mean that he was required to go to everything Derek wanted him to go to? It wasn't as if he didn't want to go, he just would rather not be abused by "playful" werewolves. "You know…being human and all….I don't really think that I have to show up. You know?"

Scott turned and faced Stiles, "Dude. You are coming."

"Uh, Wha-. I-I don't see why I have to though!" Stiles flailed his arms around to show how much he didn't want to go.

"You have to for me. Come on Stiles." Scott was giving him that look again.

"Look. I don't really fancy seeing Derek or Erika for that matter. Do you know how it feels to be abused by a werewolf? Not to mention Erika has decided to pick up on Derek's little game of Hurt-the-Stiles. Yeah, and it's so not fun."

It was quiet for a little while and Stiles had finally thought he won.

"Please! For me, Stiles!?" He hadn't won. Scott was doing the thing again.

Stiles would not give in. "No. Simple as that." He gritted his teeth and stared hard at the road.

Scott reached over and clutched his arm. Stiles couldn't look, if he did he knew he'd meet those sad, pleading eyes. Dammit he looked. "You—ughhhh fine!"

"Awesome, you're the best."

Stiles glared at him, "I hate you."

"Look! We made it to school. I have to go find Allison! Bye!" Scott called out as soon as they hit the parking lot and as soon as he parked, Scott was jumping out of the car. Stiles leaned back in his seat and rubbed his eyes again. Man, I need more sleep, he thought. So he decided to close his eyes for a little while…..

Thunk! Stiles was jerked from his micro-nap.

"Hey! Watch my car Stilinski!" Jackson yelled as he threw his hands up and walked away.

"Wha- uh. I- Ughhh! You!" Stiles slammed his hands down on the steering wheel. "Really? He slams his door into my jeep and tells me to watch out? Ugh."

Stiles got out to inspect the damage and after he decided it wasn't too bad, headed for class, the day was not starting off well. He sat down in his seat across from Scott just as the bell rung, who was whispering to Allison. Fun, fun, fun. Stiles started to get irritated all at once and began to rapidly tap his pencil.

"Stilinski! Stop that! I'm trying to introduce the new student!" The teacher yelled, breaking him from zoning out.

He looked up. New student? This could be interesting.

The boy (or rather man, he was coming upon his 136th birthday) was tall, about 6'2, lean but looked strong, had messy locks of black hair, was pale, and had emerald eyes. He smiled to the class, already full of confidence.

"Hi, I am Slade Conlaodh. I'm from Ireland, but was born in America and spent most of my time here, so I don't have much of an accent." The guy introduced himself.

He was right, there was only a slight accent, but of course the new almost-foreign student was as exciting as Beacon hills could get. Well, there was the whole werewolf thing, but by now it was kind of normal for Stiles. So yes, this new devilishly handsome young student was exciting. It wasn't often a new face showed in Beacon Hills. Allison was still considered the new girl until now.

Slade could feel all eyes on him and he didn't mind at all. Truthfully, he liked a little attention. After all, he was an incubus and if incubuses had one flaw, it was vanity. But enough of that, even though he enjoyed it, he had come for the Adonai. Slade felt excited. Finally after all this time preparing for the Adonai, he is within touching distance. Stiles could see Slade's eyes scanning over all the students until they landed on him. Then he just stared. Stiles shifted, he was little uncomfortable. The teacher looked around the classroom. "Okay you can have a seat, umm, oh! Right there behind Stilinski."

Stiles sat up and spun around, the desk behind him was empty.

The teacher gave him a confused look. "Is there something wrong Stilinski?"

Stiles slowly turned back around and shrugged. "Oh, uh, no. No I just could have sworn there was someone sitting there, like, two minutes ago."

The teacher smirked. "Weell, if your imaginary friend comes back, I'm sure Mister Conlaodh will move to another spot."

Stiles just rolled his eyes and slumped back down into his seat.

"Hi."

Stiles sighed and turned around to face the new kid, "Hi." Man, when this kid smiles it's blinding. Like, there should a law about how bright you can make your teeth. "I'm Stiles."

Slade smiled and took in a breath. First impression is everything. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Well that was formal. Stiles looked the guy over and noticed something on his wrist. "Yeah, uh, cool tattoo."

Slade rubbed his hand over his wrist were his tattoo was. It was completely black and was a filled in circle with nine flames around it symbolizing the sun. "Thanks it was a gift from my father."

Stiles made an impressed face. "Huh. You must have a cool dad." It wasn't everyday you see tatted high school kids. Especially in Beacon Hills.

Slade smiled, "One of the best." Slade of course was talking about his sire. His real parent died about 130 years ago. But he was happy that Stiles noticed.

Stiles nodded and turned back into his seat. Bet this kid is spoiled like Jackson, just hope he isn't as much of an ass as Jackson. Damn rich kids.

Slade was amused. As an extra skill Slade possessed the ability to read anyone's thoughts at any given moment. It was just for fun, but it could turn out to be useful too. He guessed he would have to do a little more to impress the Adonai.

Stiles was thinking about a way to capture the Kanima without killing it, when he realized the class had gone completely silent. Also, everyone was staring at him. Oh crap, again? Really? If I don't raise my hand then that obviously means I don't have the answer. The teacher narrowed his eyes at Stiles. He had said that out loud, hadn't he?

"Detention Stilinski."

Stiles flailed his hands in exasperation. "What? No. I have something to do today. It's kind of important."

"Really? Well then will you have a problem with two hours of detention then?" The sadistic teacher smirked again enjoying his power.

Stiles groaned and dropped his head on his desk. Scott tentatively raised his hand and said, "Actually it's like really, really important. Like really."

"Is it? Then would you like to join him so you can miss the "really important thing" together?"

Scott's mouth dropped, "Uh no, that's okay."

Stiles glared at him and he mouthed sorry.

"Don't you think you're being a bit unreasonable?"

This class was silent. It was Slade who had spoken up. He knew he probably shouldn't, but it was his job after all to take care of the Adonai. He couldn't just let this insignificant teacher put him in detention for something so stupid.

The teacher held a look of unbelief. "Excuse me?"

"I said, 'don't you think you are being unreasonable'." He smiled a charming smile. Literally. Slade literally charmed the teacher.

Dazed and unaware the teacher rethought his punishment. "Uh, well, I um, I guess maybe. 30 minutes detention!"

The entire class was shocked and Stiles threw his hands up in the air and silently mouthed 'Woo!' He turned to Slade "I freaking love you, man, I freaking love you."

Slade chuckled. Two points for him.

The half-moon shined down through Stiles' window. The only other light was coming from his computer. Papers scattered the floor with various different types of books in various different languages. At the moment Stiles was in the middle of the pile reading a very old and worn book about incubuses (that may or may not have been conveniently placed by a certain incubus). Suddenly Scott busted through the door scaring Stiles.

"OH MY GOD! Scott seriously do you ever knock?"

Scott jumped back from Stiles' outburst. "Sorry but we have to leave, like, now."

"Yeah, fine. Whatever." Stiles sighed. He still didn't really want to go.

Scott loosely examined all the books and papers lying on the floor. "What were you reading?"

Stiles face lit up. "A book about incubuses. I'll have to ask Derek if they exist, but the book is pretty convincing." He said gesturing towards the book.

Scott nodded without any real interest. "Oh…..I have no idea what an incubuses is."

Stiles sighed like knowing all about incubuses was common knowledge. "An Incubus and they are like vampires but stronger, better, and feed from like people's emotions, dreams, and stuff like that. And they are living immortals."

This time Scott actually sowed interest. "That's cool. Do think they are real? Do they like werewolves? Because if they don't then that would suck for us."

"Yeah it would, I'll ask Derek about them, but I don't know if he would know."

"Why wouldn't he?" Scott asked. Scott assumed that Derek knew about almost all supernatural things.

"Because," Stiles explained, "the book said that all of the supernatural creatures are separate now and haven't really been in touch with each other. Like, they all went their separate ways. It said that a long time ago the supernatural world was connected and even had a type of government. But something happened and they ended up having a civil war. Since then they haven't been in contact with each other."

Derek heard the familiar sound of the jeep and shortly after saw Scott and Stiles making their way down the stairs. Waiting there was Derek, Isaac, Erika, and Boyd.

"Scott you need to join the pack." Derek said for maybe the millionth time.

Scot sighed, "Really, that's like the first thing you say every time you see me."

Derek shrugged. "Well then, I hope that expresses just how much the need is for you to join the pack. And I'm not just doing this for me. I'm trying to protect you."

Scott changed the subject. "Let's just talk for right now."

Derek was disappointed but moved on. "Okay we need to find a way to kill the Kanima."

"Derek, we don't need to kill it." Scott again defended the creature.

"Yeah, seriously. Let's just capture it and figure out who its master is." They all looked at Stiles. "What?" He shrugged like he hadn't been for killing it a few days ago.

Erika shrugged her shoulders, "Since when did you want to protect the Kanima that trapped you in a pool for two hours?"

"Yeah and you didn't care the other times we encountered it." Scott looked like he was waiting for an answer.

"Wha-uh, Um I do have morals you know and your good heroicness is rubbing off on me Scott." Everybody muttered an unsure agreement with him. Stiles just rolled his eyes. But he got a nervous feeling and started to fidget. Stiles didn't like talking about the Kanima. It left him feeling confused because he was sure that he knew who it was but could never really know.

Derek watched Stiles. Something seemed off, he got the feeling Stiles wasn't sharing something. He walked up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder. Stiles jumped, he wasn't expecting Derek to just suddenly be there. Derek looked him in the eyes and Stiles wanted to turn away, but knew Derek would think he was hiding something.

"Are you…..okay? Anything that is bothering you?"

Stiles shook his head, "Ah, nope, everything…is uh….perfectly A-Okay!"

Derek gave him a look, "…..Okay." He walked back to the middle of the group. "Anyways, we know that whoever is controlling the Kanima is afraid of water blah blah blahblah blahblahblah blah blahkanima blah."

Stiles wasn't listening anymore; it wasn't like this meeting would include him doing something anyways. Wow, I think I'm getting to be a bitter old man or young one. Whatever. He felt his phone vibrate. It was a text from Slade. Earlier at lunch they had talked and Stiles actually liked him. And it was nice to have another friend that didn't involve being Scott's girlfriend. And it's not as if he could really count any of Derek and his pack friends. No, the notion was laughable. They were just there to save each other's life every now and then.

Slade:
Hey

Stiles
Hi

Slade:
What's up? You doing anything at the moment?

Stiles:
Not anything interesting.

Slade:
Well if you can get out of it, I'm bored, have some drinks with no one to share with, and a lonely xbox.

Stiles:
Drinks? What kind of drinks?

Slade:
I live alone so any kind you want there to be. If you know what I mean.

Slade:
And where do you live again?

Slade:
I can come get you at your house.

Stiles:
Do you know where I live from what I told you?

Slade:
Yeah, I got it.

Stiles:
Kay I'm going to make up a believable lie and will be there in a couple of minutes

Slade:
Great

Stiles jumped up, "OHMIGOSH I totally forgot I have to be home right now it's like super important!"

Scott look confused, "What? Are you sure? Why? No, wait you're my ride."

Stiles stopped on the stairs, "Sorry wolf-boy you can run home." He nodded a quick goodbye and caught Derek's eye. He looked at him like he knew he was lying. Wait, he probably did. Stiles sprinted up the stairs. Derek looked mad. Oh well Slade is more fun than this stupid meeting.

"He was totally lying." Erika smirked.

Scott frowned. "What? His heart beat could have gone up because he was excited you know."

Derek nodded, "It could have. Maybe. Possibly. Who knows I mean Stiles really looked like he wanted to be here."

Scott rolled his eyes, "Okay so maybe he didn't want to be here, but it's not like he had anything better to do."

Isaac leaned against a pole, "You sure about that?"

Scott just looked at him like 'really?'. "Well he doesn't exactly have a ton of other friends."

"That's true, but also wow Scott, rude."

Slade slid into his black 2013 Lamborghini Sesto Elemento, the first of its kind, and drove to the Adonai's house. He hadn't exactly wanted to tell the Adonai that he had already known the way to his house, but he did. Although it was his job, at this stage, the Adonai might find it a little creepy. He really needed to start calling him by his name, 'Stiles'. The nickname was a bit unsettling for the Adonai to be called, but Slade needed to achieve premium friendship status.

He had originally thought that getting close to Stiles would be a lot harder than this, but it seemed that Stiles didn't have to many close friends. It both surprised and puzzled Slade as to why, since usually the power draws people near. That could only mean that the power was very deeply buried underneath, which wasn't a good thing. He'd have to figure out what stumped the spiritual growth of the Adonai so that they can uncover and unleash his true potential.

Stiles was sitting on his front steps when the most beautiful thing he had ever seen pulled up to his house. He was speechless for this was truly a beautiful car. "Haaaaaaaaaa….this….is….your….car…?"

Slade laughed, "Yeah I just got her too. Climb in."

Stiles carefully pulled open the door and slide into the red and gray leather interior. "Am I allowed to breathe?" He said.

Slade nodded his head and chuckled, "Of course, it's not made out of glass you know."

Stiles nodded in return and caressed the seat. "Mhmm."

Slade watched him for a bit before starting the car and driving off. Of all the years he was preparing to meet the Adonai he had never imagined it quite like…..this. He didn't dislike it, it was just different. Slade wondered how he would react when learning his true identity.

When they arrived at Slade's apartment Stiles was again amazed.

"Dude, you live here all by yourself?"

"Yeah, my parents travel a lot and I wanted to finish high school normally, so I get to stay here." Slade said. The lie came easily, just as he had rehearsed.

Stiles looked around tentatively stepping into the kitchen. "This is awesome. Can I like come and live with you?"

Slade chuckled. "Sure I could use the company."

"Eh, remember what you just said because if you come home one day and I'm sitting here all comfy, you had better not be surprised."

"I think that would be quite interesting to come home to. Now what'll you have?" Slade said. On the counter were several bottles of alcohol.

"I think I'll just take-" Stiles scooped up all the bottles, "this should be good."

Slade laughed, "Alright I'll make it a surprise. You know I used to work as a bartender."

Stiles gave him a look riddled with suspicion. "What, you're lying. There's no way, you're too young."

"Only in America and if you know the right people; you can do whatever you want." He smiled and handed Stiles his drink.

"Oh well, aren't you cool." said Stiles in a mocking manner.

"Nope I'm hot." They tried to hold back smiles at Slade's lame joke.

Stiles indulged him. "Ehhhh, I see what you did there."

"Clever, huh."

Stiles kind of scoffed and nodded before turning his attention towards the living room where the game console was all set up. "Let's get to playing some x-box! Whoo!"

"I'm totally going to win just so you know." Slade called from the kitchen.

"Psshh, whatever, no you are not." Stiles began to set up the x-box and rifled through the many games Slade had collected throughout his years.

They played and every time one of them won, Stiles insisted on celebrating. Soon he was too drunk to play anymore and decided to lay down, where he fell asleep.

Once the boy was properly placed on the couch and completely comatose, a shadow slinked into the living room. "Really Slade you didn't have to get him drunk."

Slade looked up as the vampire entered. "But it was more fun this way. Besides he wanted to drink."

The vampire shrugged, leaving at that and said, "Here is the spell. Are you sure you want to do it now."

The incubus gazed down at the sleeping Adonai and nodded. "We need to start as early as possible."

"Okay just don't mess it up and don't release it all." Said Zuko as he crouched down beside the couch and stared at the Adonai. Silently he thought that the Adonai would look a bit different than this boy.

"I know what I am doing." Slade assured him.

Zuko shrugged again. "If you say so." It wasn't as if he could actually go against what an incubus said anyways.

Slade side eyed the chatty vampire. "I do and remember that you serve me, so don't get lippy."

"Of course, of course. Princess." Zuko had always been the defiant type, even as a human.

The incubus, because he was on good terms with the vampire, didn't smite him and instead opted for rolling his eyes. "Just go away."

Zuko stood and bowed dramatically. "Your wish is my command."

Slade gritted his teeth. "Zuko seriously, shut up and go away."

Ignoring the command, Zuko proceeded to do as he pleased and continued to be dramatic. "Ah, I missed you so much. Did you miss me while we were apart?"

"I am about to shove your face into the wall."

Zuko pouted and slouched back down on the side of the couch. After a few minutes of silence the vampire spoke up again. "Can I live with you 'cause right now I am in a weird hotel and the beds aren't even comfortable."

Slade resisted the urge to smack the vampire. "You are the most spoiled and wimpy vampire ever."

"Is that a yes!?" Zuko exclaimed while bouncing up excitedly.

"Fine." Slade said relieved to find that after Zuko got what he wanted, the vampire went away to leave him to do the spell in peace. He needed absolute concentration for the spell to work and if he didn't measure everything out exactly, the spell, made to draw out the Adonai's power, could completely unleash his powers all at once ending in Stiles' body combusting.

Outside the Kanima watched as Stiles slept, his eyes never leaving. He didn't attack, just watched.

Occasionally the Kanima pawed at the window and looked for a way inside that didn't involve breaking something. After he was not able find anything, the Kanima went and lied back down at the window and watched as Stiles slept. After a while he heard his current master calling him. He didn't want to leave but that was his Master's order. So the Kanima left wondering if his true Master would ever call him.

NOTICE: This fic is under construction, so if you are reading for the first time there will be quiet a difference in the chapters! I am editing ALL chapters ONE AT A TIME, so that means the first chapter will be better than the rest and then the second, etc, etc.

This is the new and improved chapter one! Although there are still parts of this story that makes me cringe a bit, I didn't want to change the original story. I hope the anyone who is reading it again or is reading it for the first time enjoys it!

I am back again after my hiatus, but this time I will try and be consistent! Please bare with me!

HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN WATCHING TEEN WOLF? (Spoilers)

Holy crap so many things are happening with this show.

I'm not a huge fan of Malia(?) but I love Braden (not sure if the names are right)

And of course, most of all, DEREK! Can I just say when I saw young!derek I just asakdjhskhsdshdck !

This something I didn't know I needed.

I'm super excited to see what happens with him

Maybe this season he won't be the blame for all the bad things that have happened

Also Stiles is so so hot

It seems like his concept got darker

And I am totally A okay with that

How do you guys feel?