LOST SOULS!
CHAPTER THREE.
love, frank.

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ADRIAN WORE A HUFFY FACE AS HE WALKED IN BETWEEN SCOTT AND STILES TO THE HOUSE WITH BRIGHT LIGHTS AND THUMPING MUSIC PLAYING THROUGH THE YARD. Turns out, one of his boyfriend's childhood best friends invited him to her birthday party and Stiles- keen on wanting the three of them distracted from all this supernatural business around them- was making them tag along.

Noticing his tripping face, Stiles took ahold of the grumpy boy's hand. "Come on, get that frown off your face. We need this! You and I need a distraction and Scott needs to stop moping wishing he was with Allison."

"I don't even know this Heather girl." The boy grumbled back in response, hoping that would be a good enough excuse to just go home and never step outside again.

Stiles' gaze softened, gripping his hand tighter so the attention would be set on him. "Hey," he stopped, turning the boy round to closely face him. "If you want to leave at any point, we can."

Adrian sighed, but nodded all the same. Part of him did feel bad for being unenthusiastic in his boyfriend's attempts at being normal, but the sad truth always settled in . . . he didn't think they'd ever be normal again.

When Stiles knocked on the door and entered the party, then were met with a blonde haired girl. She grinned brightly when she saw the Stilinski boy. "Stiles! Hi!"

"Hey!" Stiles smiled as she strutted over. "There's the birthday girl-"

Scott heard both Stiles and Adrian's hearts shoot up when the so called Heather girl leaned forwards and pressed her lips against his. Their eyes collectively widened in shock, Stiles feeling Adrian step further away from him.

When he pulled away, all Stiles could do was blink rapidly in disbelief as his mouth stood agape. "Umm . . . Heather, I'm sorry . . . but I-"

"Have a girlfriend." Adrian butted in before the boy could finish, crossing his arms over his chest while giving a death glare at the dumb blonde. "He has a girlfriend."

"Oh my god," Heather immediately covered her mouth as a guilty look took place. "I'm so sorry, Sti. I had no idea. I-Is she here? Oh god, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

Sti. The very name falling from her mouth made Adrian's mouth fill with a foul taste as he scoffed under his breath. "Of course you shouldn't have." Thankfully, no one heard his words but Scott. The redhead looked up at the birthday girl again, a serious look in his eyes. "Where's the alcohol?"

Heather gulped, feeling awkward as she stared at her childhood best friend for a lingering moment before answering the Martin boy. "Um, it's in the kitchen."

"Thanks." With no other words, Adrian made a beeline for a the kitchen. He grabbed a red solo cup off of the marble table without even debating it, filling it up to the brim only to down it in three seconds flat.

He couldn't of been left on his own for more than two minutes before a nervous Stiles approached him, biting his lip as he played with his veiny fingers. "Adrian?"

"Stilinski."

The boy sighed at the use of his second name as his boyfriend avoided his gaze, proving he was still pressed about what had just happened. "You know that kiss didn't mean anything to me, right? I pulled away."

"Mhmm." Was the only reply he got as the boy opposite him took another swing of his drink. "Sure."

"Are you jealous?" Stiles tilted his head, slightly curious on the boy's answer.

"Should I be?" Adrian was quick to answer back with, now turning so his attention was set on the boy as alcohol made his lip glisten.

"No," Stiles shook his head immediately, his honey eyes softening as he reached down to grasp the boy's hand under the table. "of course not. I love you."

"Sure, until she's willing to lose her v-card to you." The green eyes of the boy rolled slightly before a scoff escaped his pink lips and he raised his cup for a sip. The Stilinski boy immediately snatched it out of his hand, slamming it on the table while his boyfriend gave him an annoyed look. "What was that for?"

"Can you just stop drinking for one second and have a normal conversation with me?" Stiles spat back, giving the teen a look of disbelief. "Alcohol doesn't solve problems."

"I," The Martin boy raises his cup again, bringing it closer to his lips. "beg to differ."

"Adrian."

"What? Is it so bad that I want to forget the sight of you kissing someone else for a few hours?!" The ginger haired teen snapped back, his hands waving around in gestures as he gave the boy a squinted eye look.

"It's not like you've lost me or anything, Adrian." Stiles' eyes softened at the words as his hand slowly reached down to link their fingers once more. This time, the opposing boy didn't pull away. "I'm right where I belong."

Adrian bit the corner of his lip at the sweet words flowing like a sweet tune through his ears, striking a chord in his heart. Typical Stiles. He couldn't help but think. Always the sweet talker.

Too bad the Martin boy couldn't allow himself to believe he deserved to be the one receiving the loving words.

"I-I think I'll start walking home now." The tall redhead left after that short mumble, hearing frantic footsteps follow after him as his name was called multiple times.

When the couple reached outside and onto the pathway, they both collectively stopped when they saw Lydia and Allison outside the party. They looked slightly anxious. "Lydia? Allison?"

"We need to talk." Allison nodded, a lump appearing in her throat as she rubbed her arm. "It's important. Where's Scott?"

"He's still inside." Adrian scratches the back of his neck, sighing slightly. He knew once he collected the werewolf, the news they would be hearing is not a good one. "I'll go get him."

When the Martin boy jogged into the house and through the crowd of teenagers, he suddenly felt an ounce of fear shoot through him and a stinging sensation in his feet.

Being in a hallway at the time, the boy released a cry of pain as his body fell to lean against the painted walls. His green eyes were squeezed shut as he felt a sharp cut shoot through him.

Hearing his cries with his werewolf hearing, Scott found him almost immediately. His brown eyes were wide and alert when he saw the distressed boy in his sights, worryingly bending down. "Adrian,"

"I've connected with someone." The teenage boy grunts in return, feeling the killing pain only grow. This was way worse than before. He noted in thought. "Something's happening."

"Adrian," Scott repeated out through a breath, shock covering every inch of his face. The werewolf shook his head. "Look down."

With a shaky breath, the teenager bent down to inspect what had gotten the tanned boy so worried . . . and he immediately understood why.

Even through his thin trainers and white socks, Adrian could still see the sticky blood soaking through his feet. Inspecting his bare arms, he also noticed bruises that weren't there before . . . meaning they weren't his.

"I-I don't understand." The redhead staggered, confused as his fingers came in contact with the sticky red substance. It stained his fingers, the light pressure making him wince. "I-I've never received wounds before. This doesn't make any sense."

Scott met his green eyes, lips stretched into a frown. "I think we should contact Deaton as soon as we can."

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"Mum," Adrian tried his best to disguise his noises of pain he so desperately wanted to release due to his fresh wounds he had been walking all the way home with. "I'm home."

"Hi honey." He heard his mother's voice answer from another room, no suspicious hint in her voice meaning she was most likely distracted by something and not really listening.

"Do you-" Adrian cut himself off with a wince, pursing his lips to stop himself from making a noise. "Do you know where the medical kit is? I-I scraped my knee walking back home."

"I think it's in my bedroom drawer, sweetheart."

The redhead slowly but surely limped his way upstairs, heading towards his mother's bedroom. As he walked, he couldn't help but think of Stiles and their earlier conversation.

Maybe I should've stayed and talked to him. The boy regretted his earlier decisions for a bit, the other part of his mind answering him. No. He couldn't see me like this. I did the right thing.

Adrian grunts as he slides his mother's bedroom door open, digging through its stuffed contents. His mother had a lot of junk filling this drawer, that was for sure.

He smiled slightly when he finally grasped the mini green medical kit that he had been looking for, taking it out of the drawer.

When the box was lifted, the Martin furrowed his eyebrows when he found a pile of read letters hidden underneath the kit. His mother's name was written neatly on the front of every page in unfamiliar handwriting, sparking his curiosity.

Adrian knew it was an invasion of privacy, but he reached for a letters anyway. Due to the discoloured and bright envelopes, some looked quite old while some looked brand new . . . this only confused him more. Who even writes letters anymore?

With a light hand, Adrian found the oldest letter in the bunch and unfolded it to find some neat cursive writing. He began to read the letter.

Dear, my beloved Natalie

I hope everything is going well in your life, I do hope you're taking care of yourself.

I know my departure left us on some bad terms, but I want you to know that my love has never once faltered for you.

The redhead blinked a few times at the sentence, his stomach clenching at the words that didn't seem right to him.

You may not understand, but I keep these secrets to protect you. If you knew the truth, I'm afraid things would be very different between you and me. I hope you can forgive me, and know I never once lied to you during our beloved time together regarding my feelings for you.

Keep in touch. I shall be waiting eagerly for your next letter I yearn to read in your beautiful writing.

Love, Frank.

Adrian felt his breathing collapse as he read the last two words. Love, Frank. Two words that were probably written lovingly and innocently . . . but were delivered like daggers to the heart by the teenage boy who had read them.

There was more letters, but the redhead spared himself the torture of reading through them all and just skipped to the latest one. It must've been sent while he was away in England.

Hesitantly, Adrian pursed his lips as he took the latest letter out and began to read it.

Dear, my beloved Natalie

It's been ages since you have last written to me and the gods have blessed me with your cherished face. I want you to know that I miss you dearly and with every rising sun and moon, I pray that you will come visit us again. Seth and I have missed you so dearly.

My love, I hope you know the adornment that I have for you will never die as long as their is a beating heart within my chest. You're my life, and I would love for my son to be a part of that too.

I hope to see you and our son again, my love. There is so much I need to teach him.
I'll be waiting eagerly for your next letter.

Love, Frank.

Adrian's legs gave in as the boy slumped on his mother's bed, staring at the letter in his hands. It wasn't long before he began to feel the shaking of his hands and the saltiness of tears collect.

His whole mind and body became nothing but a numb stick as he let little shaky breaths escape. His mind tried to mask all the words in the parchment into an answer . . . but he could not.

Not when his mind was clouded with disbelief and doubt.

"Adrian, honey?" His mother's voice no longer seemed as sweet and trusting as it was before when he heard her heels climb up the stairs. It was only when she reached the bedroom and saw the letters her son was holding did her voice lower. "Adrian . . ."

"Where you ever going to tell us?" Adrian spoke lowly as he slowly turned to the woman who had raised him his whole life, betrayal in his eyes as he referenced him and his sibling. "Where you ever going to tell us the truth?"

"Honey, please." Natalie approached him slowly, as if he was a dangerous beast that had just been released from his cage. "You don't know the truth."

"I'll say!" The teenager raised his voice as he stood up in a fury, gesturing to the letters in his hand. "Who the hell is this guy?!"

The oldest Martin her lip, looking down in shame. "I-I'm afraid the truth will set our family apart."

"Trust me," Adrian's green eyes wore a glare. "You already did that by hiding this from us. Now, who is Frank?" He spat, making sure the woman across from him could hear every word.

"H-He's a man. A man I met years ago . . ." The woman started small, her lips wobbling as her eyes flashed with memories.

"No shit!"

"He's also your father!" The Martin lady broke down, her body heaving in sobs as fresh tears descended.

Adrian could feel his own eyes water up at the sentence. Of course, he had already known through the letters . . . but actually hearing it broke his heart. His pink lips quivered. "Just . . . just mine?"

His answer was told through a nod, the tension only growing. The teen suddenly had a big urge to leave, but not just his mother's bedroom. He wanted to be as far away from the Martin household as he possibly could.

So, when he walked past his mother without another word, her eyes widened in the fear that she had just lost her dear son. "Adrian! Where are you going?" She cried after him, watching him pick up his pace.

"Anywhere other than here!" The redhead rubbed his temples to stop the thoughts from entering. He had to leave. Now.

"You have nowhere else to go!" The woman retorted, desperation filling her eyes for him to stay and talk things out. She didn't understand that the boy couldn't stay.

"Yes, I do." The male Martin was by the door now, swinging it open to expose his body to the cold rain.

"Where?!"

Adrian Martin turned with a death stare. "My boyfriend's house." And with that, the door shut with such a force so hard the walls shook as Natalie Martin was left to cry by the stairs.

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Stiles slept peacefully in his bed, snuggling further into the soft blue covers as the rain pitter pattered on the window. He felt calm in his peaceful sleep, dreaming blissfully.

However, when a few knocks sounded by his bedroom window, he was awakened. The teen boy groaned as he picked himself off his bed, rubbing his eyes as he walked over to the window. Had it not been so late, the sheriff's son probably would've thought to grab some protection for himself.

Pulling the curtains back, he was met with the familiar face of his drenched boyfriend outside. The redhead gave him the smallest of smiles as the Stilinski boy's honey eyes widened.

Stiles was quick to unlock the window and slide it open, a soaking wet Adrian slipping in with a thump on his carpet. "Adrian, what are you doing here? It's late." His worried voice asked, stopping when he saw the teen's body shaking . . . and not from the rain. "Adrian?"

Arms wrapped round Adrian's waist as soon as his lips released a choked sob, unable to stop. Stiles' warm scent surrounded him as the boy hugged him tight, whispering reassuringly in his ear.

"I-I'm sorry." The redhead croaked out his apology, making Stiles' heart sink at how fragile and broken he appeared. "I know it's late. I just- I didn't know where else to go."

Comfortingly, Stiles kisses his cheek as he continued to gently rub his back soothingly. "I'm glad you came here. I-I missed you."

Now slowly beginning to calm down from his emotions, the Martin boy let out a small snort. "We saw each other a few hours ago."

Stiles' eyes glistened in the moonlight as his lips curled in a soft smile, face inching closer. "Still missed you."

Adrian released a sigh when Stiles lips came into contact with his, the Stilinski boy linking their hands together as they sat in the middle of his bedroom floor.

"I'm sorry about what happened back at Heather's." The redhead mumbled into the kiss, making Stiles break away with a confused look. The boy just shrugged. "I shouldn't of gotten jealous and just left you."

"Adrian," Stiles cups his cheek gingerly, bringing his face up to meet his serious eyes. "You know I love you and only you, right? I don't want kiss anyone else . . . especially a girl."

The Martin let out a laugh at the end of his sentence, looking up to give him a fond look. "I know, Sti."

The Stilinski boy smirked with a smug look, biting his lip. "That's the first time you've given me a nickname."

"Don't get used to it, Stilinski. Now, can I stay the night or not?"

Stiles nudged the boy softly as he leaned forward until his head rested on Adrian's shoulder, feeling his boyfriend's body stiffen under the touch before relaxing. "Of course you can, doofus. You're my boyfriend, you can stay the night anytime."

When he noticed the opposite boy's eyes fight to stay open, Adrian grinned and lightly pushed a strand of his brown hair back. "Get some sleep, you tired dork."

"So . . . you are staying, right?" The Stilinski boy yawned, feeling his body began to shut down for sleep. "You're not going to just leave me in the middle of the night, are you?"

Adrian softly smiled, his green eyes scanning his face. "Never."

The two teens sleepily climbed back under Stiles' soft blue covers, Adrian feeling his cheeks heat up. Of course, he had slept with Stiles before . . . but he was drunk that time. So, Adrian considered this as the first real time.

Stiles didn't seem bothered in the slightest. In fact, a smile was permanently plastered onto his face as he scooted forward to wrap his arms around the boy. "Is this okay?" He mumbled, voice muffled by his face in Adrian's clothed chest.

The redhead gulped and stiffly nodded. "Umm . . . yeah. Yeah, this is okay."

A deep sleepy chuckle escaped Stiles' pink lips. "Relax. I'm not going to freaking lacrosse tackle you or anything while you sleep."

The boy let out a scoff. "As if you could actually do that to me."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He leaned up, connecting their lips once more with a hum. When he pulled away, the brown haired boy gave a sleepy smile. "G'night. I love you."

While Adrian grew flustered at the statement, Stiles had already fallen fast asleep on him. Light snores escaped his pink cupid lips as Adrian admired the way his face shined in the moonlight through the window. He was so beautiful in his eyes.

"I love you too, Sti." Softly, Adrian began to settle down further into the bed to get more comfy for the night. He placed a soft lingering kiss in Stiles' chestnut brown hair. "So much."

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"I don't see anything." Derek grumbled as he inspected the weird form of bruise both Allison and Lydia had gotten from a girl looking for Scott. The bruises were identical and the Argent was convinced it had something to do with the supernatural . . . hence why they were all stood in the middle of an empty classroom.

Stiles, who was sitting on one of the desks, kept tearing his gaze between the girls' bruises and the boy in front of him. Obviously, the crying state of the Martin had not left his mind and he knew something was up . . . he just couldn't place what. He could only hope Adrian would tell him when he was ready.

"Look again," Scott directed, determined his ex-girlfriend was onto something. If anyone would know anything, hopefully Derek would.

"How is a bruise gonna tell me where Boyd and Erica are?" Derek snapped with a glare directed at Allison, who shared the same look.

"It's the same on both sides." Scott tried to convince the older werewolf.

"It's nothing."

"Pareidolia." Lydia spoke up, giving her brother a short glance before looking back over to Derek. "Seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia."

"They're just trying to help." Scott spoke after awhile of staring at the strawberry blonde, most likely still shocked by her insane intelligence. He turned back to Derek, ready to keep convincing him.

The alpha gave him a look. "These two?" He pointed between the two teenage girls, starting with Lydia. "This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you. And this one," he turned to Allison, his gaze hardening. "Who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack."

Stiles finally spoke up, one hand set on his boyfriend's shoulder comfortingly while the other waved in gesture. "Okay, all right, now, come on. No one died, all right? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction."

"My mother died." Allison interjected with a whisper just as Adrian's mind zapped back to the blonde haired boy he couldn't save.

Derek gave her a harsh look with no sympathy. "Your families little honour code killed your mother. Not me."

The Martin boy was scared a fight between them would break one then and there. Thankfully, the Argent girl brushed the comment off. "That girl was looking for Scott. I'm here to help him, not you."

"Wanna help?" The alpha male kept his hard demeanour. "Find something real." With that dismissal, Derek Hale strutted out of the classroom while Scott followed quickly after him.

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"Mind if I join you, ladies?" Adrian smirked as he waltzed over to his sister and her best friend in the library, taking a seat next to the brunette. Allison smiled at him as Lydia seemed distracted by something, her green gaze settled beyond him.

Turning his head, Adrian released a small groan when he realised who the strawberry blonde had been distracted by.

The two new twins of Beacon Hills had just entered the library, standing by the book shelf in a similar clothing attire they had worn yesterday.

"I want one." The serious tone of his sister made Adrian scoff, turning back round in his seat only to see her eyeing the twins down.

Allison only grinned at her sentence. "Which one?"

"The straight one, obviously." Lydia's answer made her brother gawk at her, watching her shrug in response. "What? One of them is too busy checking out Danny and having a gay brother gives me a good radar

"I hate you."

Allison changed the conversation before the Martin siblings could throw words back and forth, her attention drawing to the logo on her Beacon Hills coffee cup. "What if it's not a symbol?" She wondered, running the pads of her fingers over her cup.

Adrian scoffed, shaking his head. "If it's not a normal bruise, what else could it be, Alli?" He doubted.

"Yeah, maybe. Lydia, what do you thi-" the two teens look up to find the strawberry blonde's seat empty, turning to find her casually leaning on a book shelf while flirting with the most likely straight twin.

Adrian threw his head back with a groan. "Great, and that's another boy in her phone and bed."

Allison shoved him with a laugh, grabbing her laptop to bring it closer to the pair of them. "Shut up, let her live! It's nice she's at least . . . getting out there. Ya know, after Jackson."

"Yeah, it's just," the Martin boy trailed off with a heavy sigh. "I just don't want her to get hurt. She deserves more than a distraction . . . she deserves someone who will treat her like she's a queen."

Allison smiled softly at his words. "You're a really good brother, Adrian." She muttered, admiring the bond between the two redheads.

Adrian let out a bitter laugh and shook his head in denial. "I'm not." He grumbled, his eyes casting down to the wooden desk. He then felt the sudden urge to change the subject, turning back to the Argent girl. "So . . . what was that about your bruise not being a symbol."

Allison weakly smiled as she typed something into the search bar, the two teens scrolling through for anything helpful.

A U T H O R. N O T E
so umm . . . i know the self promo is gonna annoy some of you and for that i am terribly sorry but here we go!

i actually have another- and hopefully better idk- thomas tmr fic named ' disturbance ' if any of you are interested. it's available on my profile now.

anyway, sorry about that, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter of stiles and adrian. i hope you all like the little twist and don't think my writing is too bad because i really don't like this chapter and can't pin why. thank you!

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