okay, So I know its been a really long time since I updated this story and I swear I have my reasons. Not sure if their good reasons, but you see when I started to right chapter 2 the words would not form, the storyline would not fix to one particular path and then school kind of over took my life, exams and all. So my story kind of gathered dust in the store room of my mind, untill now. So here's Chpt. 2 hope you enjoy and reviews of any kind are welcome.

Chapter two

Stiles had always been a big believer in living life to the full. Taking each day as it came and making the best of every situation, taking the mantra "Every cloud has a silver lining" to heart. He believed every life was worth living no matter the hardships one faced, but on days like this he could see the enticement off giving in!

Having woken up to the incessant tempo within his mind that pre-warned him of what was to come, his day hadn't started out the best, and with no knowledge of when or where he would succumb to his attack, his mood had deteriorated throughout. And though the school day passed unperturbed, the foreboding feeling within the pit of his stomach, caused him to feel even more nauseous than he already did. The fact that he now had an hour pack meeting that Derek had made mandatory did nothing to relieve his pre-existing stress-level and shortness of breath as he made his way over to his beloved jeep.

Situating himself in the drivers seat he allowed himself to rest his head gently against the steering wheel, trying to alleviate the continuous throbbing as he waited for Scott, Allison, Isaac and Erica to exit the school. The four exited within seconds of eachother and made their way over to him, Erica yelling "Shotgun" and climbing gracefully into her seat before anyone could utter a protest. Scott automatically whined about the seating arrangements, muttering and mumbling about the unfairness of it all, though he was quickly silenced by kiss from Allison as she lead him to their seats in the back where Isaac allready was. With that He started the engine and pulled out of the school parking lot, trying to focus on driving to Derek's as the pounding within his head increased in magnitude and kept him silent throughout the journey. A thing noticed by all members of the pack with him.

Arriving at Derek's house his vision blurred and embers of heat burned through his blood stream causing a discomfort he was all to familiar with. Knowing there was little time before his attack, he stormed through the house, uncharacteristically slamming doors as he headed in the direction of the kitchen, knowing it was likely to be vacant. Locking himself within the confinement of the kitchen, Shut away from the pack, Shut away from this world and its reality. Their Reality! He felt himself give in to his attack, eyes closed, mind clear and concentrated on the irregular beating of his heart, he free fell into the various revelations he was gifted with each time.

The Revelations of the past were always similar and easy to interpret. Most were memories ingrained into his genetic code and played back through his mind, like a projection on a screen. Each and every one obtained from either, a past life, an ancestor or his Mum. These revelations were the ones he enjoyed despite the pain! Getting to see through the eyes of those before him was educational and to see through his Mum's eyes was truly a gift. The memory of his parents first encounter was a treasured possesion now, allowing him a certain unwavering connection with the woman who gave him life but was no longer around to see him make use of it. He hoped she'd be proud, proud of the way he used and honed his ability with no one there to guide him.

Revelations of the future however, were trickier to decipher. Mainly consisting of symbols, dates, single words or phrases and a blurred projection of whomever they concerned, meant Stiles had to enhance his researching skills to the best of his ability. The pack thought his need to research was a hobby and in most cases it was, but it was also an essential tool to allow him to decipher what his gift revealed. Many of his prayers revolved around the thought "Thank god I live in the 21st century with internet access!" for the internet saved his ass more often than not when researching and he's got to give his ancestors credit, he would not survive having to research everything by book.

It was then he felt the convulsions start to overpower his control as the agonising pain raced through his body, branching out through every fibre and clearing his mind of everything except itself. Symbols appeared first, a sequence of about 20 flashing in a designated order on loop. The symbols seemed somewhat Egyptian due to the penmanship but he was unsure of what the majority meant for he didn't usually deal with Egyptian scripture, Latin and Greek were more his style. "12/07/2013"projected itself along with words of a disturbing nature, the most common being "death, darkness, alone, MINE!" death was a frequent word within his attacks had to be with the company he kept, yet he'd never seen any of the other words appear before. Then the outline of a figure formed, tall and broad though hunched over, a man he guessed from the stature that started to walk towards him in long, confident, overbearing strides. The majority of the man's features were amiss, blurred by the way of his gift yet two prevailed. Two features that were recognisable anywhere and scared the shit out of him still, Two features that caused turmoil and havoc and stole all breath from his lungs.

The eyes were two bleak crystals sunken into a pale face encompassed by many scars, that intertwined like various streams of a river. All eyelashes had been removed and his irises shone an unearthly white portraying an evil that lurked within. Accompanying the eyes was a most sinister grin one that Stiles was unlikely to forget until the day he died and had last seen the night his mother passed. His breathe caught in his throat as he tried to determine what this all meant while still trying to deal with the pain of the revelation as the same images flashed on through until stopping on that one word "MINE", causing stiles to snap open his eyes unable and unwilling to see that word again.

The pain started to ebb slowly away and the static noise that blasted so loud started to fade he heard the remnants of the world he left behind. More importantly he heard a voice in close proximity exclaim and curse causing a ball of lead to drop to the pit of his stomach in fear that he'd been found out. He knew something bad was going to happen today and right now he just wanted to awake to see the extent of the damage done and to try to determine what the message meant.

As his lack of sight receded he blinked to dispel the shadowy hue that clouded his view and looked up from what seemed to be the kitchen floor only to meet all eyes of the pack on him. Each member had a look of astonishment on their faces, meaning they had all seen and he was screwed, but with no time to explain before he crashed due to immense toll his attacks took on his body especially one of this magnitude he knew he had to warn them. Warn them of the evil coming that was greater and older than any threat they'd faced. An Evil as ancient as the titans themselves, so with the last of his energy he looked into Derek's eyes that churned with various emotions too vast for Stiles to decipher in his current state and whispered the one thing he could manage before he passed out.

"Pravus is returning, beware!"