Sarah's POV

I had told Stiles everything. From what actually happened in that fire to how Stephen wasn't my brother, he heard it all. He listened quietly for the most part, taking in everything that I was telling him. In the beginning I only planned to tell him certain parts, but when I started speaking it all just flowed out. I knew I could trust Stiles.

We were now walking into the Vet Clinic for a reason a little unclear to me. Apparently Lydia called Stiles and told him to come down here, but we weren't really sure what for. My guess was something with Derek, but who knows what.

"What happened?" Stiles says as he steps into the clinic, looking around and trying to find Lydia and Deaton. I step up from behind Stiles as I look up, seeing Lydia wrapping some type of bandage around Deaton's arm. Standing next to them was Scott.

"Are you okay?" I ask as I take a step forward, catching a glance of claw marks on Deaton's arm.

Deaton nods. "Yeah, we're fine."

"Derek did this?" Stiles says, looking around and not finding him anywhere.

Lydia nods. "It was like he wasn't himself. He didn't recognize us."

"What does that mean?" I ask, not exactly following.

Deaton looks up. "Derek just isn't younger, but he's younger in the mind as well. He doesn't remember any of us because to him, he hasn't even met us yet."

Stiles places his hand on his head. "W-Where is he now then?"

"We don't know," Scott says, looking up and staring at me. "He ran off after he attacked them."

I furrow my eyebrows as I think for a moment, trying to process this new information. I was also still trying to process the information about my brother, but I had to push that aside for now. The more I thought about Derek, the more I started to wonder why Kate would do this to him. He must be at least seventeen years old, but why that age? Why would she turn him back in the first place?

"Wait a second," Stiles says, stopping my questions short. "You said Derek must be younger in the mind as well, right?"

Deaton nods. "Yes. My guess is that he's around seventeen years old."

Stiles holds his hand out, showing that he had an idea. "If Derek is only seventeen, then that means that the fire hasn't happened yet. Derek doesn't know that his family is dead, and he doesn't know that his house isn't gone-"

"And wolves always go back to their den," I finish, figuring out where he was going with this. "Derek is heading back home."

Scott's eyes are wide as he starts to head towards the door. "We need to go get him-"

"Scott," Deaton says, causing him to turn around. "Be careful. He might be younger, but his strength sure isn't. And who knows how he'll react when you tell him about his family."

Scott shakes his head. "That's why we can't tell him."

"You're not going to tell him that his family is dead?" I say, my eyes wide. I should know better. I've gone my whole life believing that my mother was dead, but in reality she was just hiding. I knew what it was like, and I didn't want Derek to feel the same way as me all over again.

Scott hesitates, but he shakes his head. "I can't tell him. At least not right away. I need him to trust me first."

Stiles turns towards me. "He's right, Sarah. In order for him to listen and believe us, he has to trust us first."

I nod my head, listening to what Stiles was saying. "You're right. I just hate to lie to him..."

"Then don't think of it as lying," Stiles says, grabbing my hand. "Think of it as...keeping him from the truth."

"That's the same thing as lying," I say to Stiles, rolling my eyes.

Stiles sighs. "You know what I mean!"

I laugh slightly before Scott starts to walk out of the door, but I don't follow after him. Stiles starts to walk after him as well before he notices that I wasn't following.

"Aren't you coming?" Stiles says, his eyebrows furrowed.

I shake my head sternly. "I think I'm going to go home."

Stiles pauses for a moment before he turns and faces me, a sincere look on his face. "Home?"

"They need to know I'm back," I say, positive that I wanted to do this. "They need to know that I'm alive."

Stiles grabs one of my hands. "Are you sure? What are you going to tell them?"

I take a breath, not really getting that far. "I-I don't know..."

Stiles smiles slightly at my inability to think ahead. "How about you tell them you faked your death; that you and I tried to get away, but we couldn't pull it off. We tried to go to Alaska but had forgotten that my Jeep wouldn't get us that far-"

"I'm not telling them that Stiles," I say, laughing. I can see Lydia laughing as well out of the corner of my eye, but Deaton just rolled his eyes at Stiles trying to be sappy. I had to admit that Stiles was being overdramatic, but that's one of the traits I loved about him.

Stiles sighs. "Why not? I thought the story was going good so far..."

"It sounds like a line from The Notebook," I say, raising my eyebrow. "Besides, I'm not really worried about the story right now. And even if I have to, I'll tell them the real story."

Stiles shakes his head. "But what if-"

"It will be fine," I say as I start to walk towards the door, ready to get this over with. "Call me if you need anything, alright?"

Stiles nods his head, not saying anything more. My lips form into a small smile before I leave the Clinic, trying not to overthink what might happen when I tell them I'm alive.

Let's just say I hope they don't kill me...again.

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My hands tremble as I turn the golden doorknob on the front porch, twisting it as slow as I possibly could. The walk over here had made me overthink way too much and I was deathly scared of how they would react. There were things that I was nervous they'd ask about, and there were things I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell them. One of those things being that I was possessed by a demon, but that was only one of the many things that I was terribly ashamed of. Not to mention the fact that I had killed so many people...

I was scared to see how Zach and Vanessa would react; mostly because they were my adoptive parents after all. I'm sure they would be more than happy to see my alive again, but soon would turn on me and demand what had happened. And if I were to tell them the fake ass story Stiles made up, then I really would be in trouble. That's why I decided to tell them something else completely random; that being that I was kidnapped.

I mapped the whole story out as I walked over here, it being quite simple actually. First thing was that the same girl who had caused us to wreck finally caught up with me; making it look like she had killed me. She had taken me somewhere about 2 hours away and had kept me in a little cabin in the woods, telling me that if I had ran that I would really be killed. So, my imaginative self had stayed in the cabin and prayed for a miracle. That was where Stiles came in.

Since Stiles was legally dead along with me, I decided to add in a part where the girl had taken Stiles as well and faked his death. But anyways, Stiles and I stayed in that cabin that doesn't exist for however long we've been gone, not daring to attempt to escape for the fear of being killed. Our escape was very simple. We had just snuck out one day when the girl wasn't around, getting out of the woods and finding a little town. We both just hitched rides with passing strangers and ended up back home.

That sounds a lot better than Stiles' story...right?

As for Stephen...I'm going to tell him the truth. The whole truth. He deserves to know about our mother and what had really happened. An explanation is the least I can give him. I was just worried how he would react to it. Not only the fact that there were supernatural beings around Beacon Hills, but the fact that he wasn't even my blood brother. More or less the fact that I was a supernatural creature; one that was possessed by a demon and killed many people. Hopefully he won't be too stunned...

My heart races in my chest as I open the door slowly; so slow that it doesn't even creak like it usually does. A lump forms in my throat as I look around the house, finding that it was almost the exact same as I had remembered it. The welcome mat was still in the exact same place, the photos on the little desk were still there, and I could see with my fox eyes that they've all been here recently. I could hear someone off in the kitchen, but I didn't dare make a sound just yet.

I slowly take a step forwards as I listen around the house, hearing something cooking in the kitchen. It smelled to me that it was some type of soup, but I wasn't positive. My ears focus upstairs, and that was when I heard the familiar sound of an xbox playing. I smile to myself as I listen to Stephen play GTA, memories of the two of us flooding back to me once again. GTA has always been both of our favorite game.

My eyes flick towards the living room when I hear the sound of paper turn, meaning that Zach must be in there reading the newspaper. It has always been a normal thing for Zach, but it was strange that they all were home at this time during the day. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was still dead to them. Maybe they still needed time off.

Before I can stop it, the door behind me creaks shut, making a loud thump when it finally closes. I squint my eyes closed as I grit my teeth, not quite ready for them to know I was here yet. I wanted to observe a few more details before I was swamped with questions.

"Hello?" I hear Vanesa say, causing my heart to race even faster. I take a deep breath as I prepared to say something back, but before I can, Vanesa is already coming towards the door. I stare with wide eyes as Vanesa turns the corner, her face at first relaxed and calm. But the moment she laid eyes on me...it was like a fire ignited inside of her.

Other than the fact that she looked like she hasn't been eating, she looked good. Her face was a little pale and she smelled a little of alcohol, but she perked up the moment she saw me. She had been holding a dish towel before she had turned the corner, but soon dropped it and gasped at the sight of me. Her bottom lip trembled as if she was going to cry as her hand went to her mouth, trying to process that I was standing in front of her.

"S-Sarah?" she breathes, her chest heaving huge breaths. I felt terrible for scaring her like this, but I knew that it was better than not telling her I was alive.

I nod my head as my lips form upwards. "Y-yeah. It's Sarah."

Vanesa does a mixture of a gasp and a squeal as she runs to me, wrapping her arms around me. I burry my face into her neck as she cries on my shoulder, holding me as tight as she possibly could. As much as I had told myself I wouldn't cry, I felt tears start to form in my eyes. It just amazed me how much Vanesa has cared for me; even when I'm not even her real daughter.

"H-How are you-" she chokes out as I squeeze her back, sniffling a little.

"I'll explain everything," I say, making it sound believable. I don't get to say any more before I look up and see Zach standing there, his eyes wide and his face drained as well. I smile at him before he runs over to us, wrapping his arms around Vanesa and I both. He squeezes us all tightly as if we're a family again; but little does he know that it was really falling apart.

"Please don't tell me I'm dreaming," Zach says as we all separate, Vanesa still smiling widely at me. "I really hope I'm not asleep."

I shake my head. "You're not dreaming. I'm alive."

"Might I ask how?" Zach says before laughing slightly. "Not that I'm complaining."

I gulp. "It's a long story."

"I need some explaining," Vanesa says, her voice shaky. "I-I saw your dead body, Sarah. You were dead-"

"It wasn't me," I say quickly, almost too quickly. "That wasn't me."

Zach and Vanesa both furrow their eyebrows. "What?"

I sigh. "I'll explain everything, okay? But can I please see Stephen first?"

Vanesa nods as Zach looks up the stairs. "He's upstairs. You don't know how excited he'll be when he see's you again."

I try to push the vision of Stephen after my death out of my mind; not wanting to think about how devastated he must have been. I knew that he would be glad to see me, but I wasn't sure if he'd trust me after what I had planned to tell him. If I was him, I sure as hell wouldn't trust me. I deserved whatever reaction I'd get from him.

I nod towards Vanesa and Zach before I turn and run up the stairs, not bothering to be quiet this time. On the way up, my ears catch Vanesa and Zach speaking to one another.

"How could she be back?"

"I don't know, but let's just be glad she is."

I smile faintly to myself as I walk up the last step, my eyes scanning the hallway. It looked almost the same as downstairs, but there was something off about it. It took me a moment to realize what it was, and that was that one of the photo frames was missing. To be exact, it was the one of my school photo.

I furrow my eyebrows at this before I continue to walk down the hall, stopping in front of Stephen's door. My ears focus inside and hear him playing the game, almost having the volume all the way turned up. No wonder he didn't hear me come inside.

My heart begins to race once again as I wrap my hand around the door knob, feeling my hands growing hot. Must be because of the nerves. I slowly push the door open as peek inside, seeing Stephen sitting in one of his gaming chairs facing the TV screen away from me. I keep my mouth shut as I watch him play for a moment, waiting for him to turn and see me.

"Leave me alone Vanesa," he says, my heart dropping at the sound of his voice. I wait a moment before Stephen's voice gets angrier. "I said leave me alone."

Stephen listens for the door to close again, which doesn't, before he turns around, speaking again but this time much louder. "I said-"

He stops short when he sees me standing there, causing his mouth to fall open. It feels as if the air from my lungs disappears as I stare at Stephen, remembering everything my mother had told me. The more I looked at him, the more I realized how unalike we looked. His facial features were much different from mine and my mother's, along with every other little detail about him. How could I have overlooked something like that...

"No," Stephen says, breaking the silence. He bawls his hand into a fist as he hits himself in the head, squeezing his eyes shut. "This isn't real. She's not real."

My stomach knots. "Stephen, it is me. It's...it's your sister."

Stephen shakes his head for a moment before he slowly opens his eyes, looking up at me slowly. It was like he was waiting for some type of sign or signal to show that it really was me. That I wasn't some type of hallucination. That I really was his sister.

He doesn't move as he stares at me, causing me to make the first move. I lick my lips slowly as I walk over to him, avoiding the many bags of chips and soda cans on the floor. After I reach Stephen, I wrap my arms around him without his approval, pulling him in close and whispering in his ear.

"It's me...Sarah. I'm back and I promise I won't leave you ever again," I say, my eyes tearing up once again. I hated to see Stephen like this, and it was all of my fault. Stephen was like this all because of me.

It takes a minute, but Stephen finally wraps his arms around me and pulls me in tight. I close my eyes as he hugs me, missing this more than everything. Out of everything I had left behind when I had died, I had missed moments like this with him. With my brother.

"How?" he says before pulling away, scanning me up and down. "How are you back?"

I lick my lips, prepared to tell him anything and everything. "Stephen, listen to me closely. What I'm about to tell you...you need to have an open mind. Can you do that for me?"

Stephen furrows his eyebrows but nods. "What are you talking about?"

I close my eyes as I take a deep breath, knowing what I was about to do. I was about to let my brother in on the secret I had wanted to keep him from for so long. I was about to plunge him into the world of the supernatural. And most importantly, I was about to lose his trust.

I open my eyes again, letting them glow their bright orange.

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So Stephen knows! Do you think Sarah made the right call? Or should she have not told him to help keep him safe?

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