AN: Meh.

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Stiles bit his lip and fidgeted nervously under the heavy eyes of Derek's less than pleased looking glare. He hadn't said a word as he carried Stiles upstairs to the bathroom. He didn't even listen to Stiles protests or react to his struggling. He had plopped him down on the bathroom counter rather roughly and he gasped when Derek ripped his shirt off and Stiles blushed again as he remembered the morning.

Now Derek was knelt in front of him and was staring at his hurt arm. When he put a hand on Stiles' bare chest and rested the other gently on his shoulder as he inspected the wound, Stiles couldn't help but squirm. "Stop that." Derek commanded with a thick, rough voice. Stiles imagined that the contact affected him too and he couldn't help but smirk at the thought. It was soon replaced by a frown again, though, as Derek glared at him. If he wasn't sure that he was in trouble before, he was sure now. Silence hung in the air again. It was thick and not necessarily uncomfortable, but charged and loaded. Stiles felt like any moment the situation could explode and he definitely didn't want that.

So, instead, he chose to sit in silence, the only sounds being the quick breaths and hisses he made when Derek dabbed a cloth soaked in rubbing alcohol over his wound, wiping up the blood and sanitizing it. He could see Derek pause and clench his jaw every time he made a pained noise. The hand that had dropped to his thigh as he cleaned the wound squeezed gently, almost like he was trying sooth him, at the noises as well. Derek put away the cloth after the wound was cleaned and reached for a bandage. The crinkling of the wrapping as he took out the large patch was too much for Stiles. He had to say something or the silence was going to choke him to death.

"Are you mad at me, Derek?..." he asked, timidly. His voice was low and quiet and sounded pathetic and childish, even to his ears. Derek froze for a moment but just continued what he was doing. There was more silence as he finished putting the bandage on, rubbing over Stiles' arm, gently. His fingertips brushed his skin so lightly that it tickled. Derek hung his head low, apparently not able to look Stiles in the eyes. A few more seconds passed before he spoke. His voice was quiet as well and it sounded like it was tense.

"Why didn't you stay at the clinic, Stiles?" he asked. His head was so close to Stiles' leg that his cheek would occasionally brush against his knee. Stiles didn't really feel like freaking out about it, though, as he was a little too confused and curious as to why Derek asked him that question.

"I was bored, so I went home to wait for you." Stiles said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Derek's hand was still resting on his thigh and Stiles meeped as he squeezed his it again, that time harder.

"I told you to stay. You promised me you'd stay." Derek answered in that same quiet yet tense tone.

"I did, Derek." Derek looked up, finally meeting his eyes. They looked full of anger and…pain.

"Stiles, are you seriously trying to lie to me about this?! I found you at your house, of course you didn't stay!" Derek was raising his voice now and it was making Stiles uneasy.

"Wait, you actually wanted me to stay at the clinic? I thought-"

"Of course I wanted you to stay at the clinic!" Derek had stood up from his kneeling position and shook Stiles by the arms, getting up in his face. His teeth were clenched hard and he looked really pissed off.

"O-Ow!" Stiles yelped, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. Derek had clenched his fingers right over his wound and it hurt like a bitch! He froze and a look of horror crept onto his face as he realized he had hurt Stiles. He ripped his hand from his arm like he had touched a hot flame and quickly turned around, his back facing Stiles. Coward! Stiles was a little mad after that.

"What the fuck, Derek?! That hurt!" He yelled, holding his injured arm.

"I…I'm sorry…"

"You're damn right you're sorry! And for your information, when you said stay I thought you just meant not to go after Erica!" After saying that out loud Stiles could see how stupid he'd been to actually think that's what Derek meant, but he'd never let the werewolf know that. The loaded silence fell into the air again, crushing them both. A full two minutes passed before Derek turned around. He knelt in front of Stiles again and looked up into his eyes. He took Stiles' hands in his, after kissing one, a gesture that Stiles refused not to let his heart melt at, even though he wanted to, and rubbed his thumbs over them.

"I'm sorry…It doesn't even matter, none of it matters. The only thing I care about is that you're safe now…" He let his gaze drop to their hands. "I just…Do you know how scared I was? I felt it. I felt that you were in trouble. It made go a little crazy." His eyes flicked back up to Stiles'. "It's just, I couldn't see you get hurt. I couldn't see you die too, like everyone else I ever cared about. I… I lo-" Derek paused.

Holy shit of all the shits that are holy! Please, don't let him say what he was thinking he was about to say! Stiles swallowed and Derek must have sensed his unease. The words he was saying just floated out into space and died and Stiles had never been so relieved in his life.

"Well…I care about you, Stiles. A lot." He held onto Stiles' hands like they would save him from drowning.

"I know, Derek. I care a lot about you too." That wasn't a lie, he really did. It's just, if Derek had said what he thought he was going to say…He's really not sure what would have happened, actually. All he knew was that he really wasn't ready for that. Or was he?... Oh, God! Did he-

He didn't have time to finish his thoughts, though, as he was pulled into a tight hug. Derek lifted him off of the counter, unintentionally, but Stiles used the opportunity to wrap his legs around his waist. They just stayed like that, hugging each other with Stiles hanging on to him, as the minutes passed by. After a while, though, Stiles moved his head to look at Derek. The man sensed his shift and looked at him. Jesus, the man was so beautiful! He didn't even think, just leant in and kissed him. His scruffy stubble was scratchy, but to be honest, it kind of just turned him on. How was he so lucky to be able to just kiss someone like Derek? Forget Eagle, Derek was truly the sexiest man alive! They broke the kiss as Stiles stomach made a pitiful noise. Derek just raised an eyebrow at him, the cute bastard.

"Derek?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you make me some food?" Derek's face turned up into a smile and he kissed Stiles again. He walked them both downstairs while they were still kissing and while Stiles was still wrapped around him.

Fuck yeah, noms!

/Oo,,.,oO\\

The clack of gun parts rang through the cement room as Malcolm and her hunters messed around with their weapons. Great Horn stood in the center, under the single light that hung off a beam in the ceiling by an extension cord, and watched them all with curiosity. Humans were such strange creatures. They were so inferior in strength, speed, and, in most cases, intelligence, yet they were always such formidable opponents. Well, except against the Tengu of course.

His ears flicked back as he heard someone approach him from behind. He didn't need to turn to know who it was. Great Horn was gifted with the ability to move silently, but others were not. The sounds they made as they moved were so easy to identify to him. It didn't matter if he could identify him or not by his movements, though, because the man spoke, his voice thick with a French accent. "We have been waiting for such a long time. Is he ever going to return?" the man asked.

Great Horn turned around to face him. The man's skin was the color of wet dirt and the light from the bulb made it glow with a slight aura of gold. "He'll be back, Falcon, he always is."

"Always? Ha! What about the time he vanished for nearly three months?! Knowing him he's probably dead." Great Horn couldn't help a small, hollow laugh from escaping his mouth.

"I doubt a pack of adolescents could best Eagle." He heard Malcolm scoff from her place at the table behind him. More noise crept around him from two more bodies. The movements of the two were much more graceful than Falcon's, however.

"I don't know, Great Horn. I've been watching these kids for a while now. They can hold their own pretty well." A very young woman said. Her light brown skin had a similar affect to Falcon's in the light.

"Ha! Do not be foolish, Raven, they do not stand a chance!" another woman said. She had a heavy Japanese accent and she wore a decadent pink, silk kimono on her body, the patterns on the garment being of streams flowing from the mountains into the ocean. Birds dotted the kimono, flying around and dropping feathers which lined the kimono in decadent arcs and swirls. The back of the kimono was strange, however. It was missing completely, the fabric just draping down onto her lower back and leaving the rest exposed. It wasn't exactly like the kimonos from her native country, and instead had been altered specifically for the Tengu.

Raven just shook her head, strands of her long black hair falling into her face. "You shouldn't be so arrogant. I'm telling you, this pack isn't as weak as the others, they're not going to go down easily."

"And we are supposed to take this advice from a raven? It is a wonder how your people even survived the Genocide of the Tengu! Ravens are weak! It is no wonder you find these children formidable!"

"The Lakota Tengu aren't weak, you hag!" Raven responded with venom practically dripping from her voice. She looked like she was ready to slash the other woman's throat out, her talons already extended. Great Horn stepped in before that could happen, though. He heard the sounds of another coming down the entrance way to the bunker and he knew it was Eagle.

"Raven, Osprey, stop! The sound of you two arguing is like listening to a dying werewolf, it's so pathetic and unnecessary." He said, rubbing his eyes, "Eagle is back." The other Tengu turned to face the doorway. Something wasn't right. Eagle sounded…hurt. Impossible!...wasn't it? Great Horns suspicions were proved right, however, when Eagle stumbled into sight. He was clutching his side and had arrows stuck in his body as though he were an unfortunate practice target. His clothes were torn to shreds and barely covered his body.

Although he could barely stand, the others didn't move to help him, and he fell to the floor in front of them. Raven looked at Great Horn with an unsure expression, though, and he eventually nodded to her. She rushed to Eagle's side and immediately started pulling out the arrows. If they weren't removed, he wouldn't heal properly and could die. Great Horn knew that even a juvenile Tengu could take twice as many arrows directly to the heart, the real injury must be the one he was clutching at his side.

He turned his head, and only his head, around to look at Malcolm and her crew with a slight sideways glance as he wasn't able to turn his head completely around. They stood there, gaping at Eagle like the idiot humans they were. "Malcolm, make yourself useful and get an injury kit." His voice made the entire crew of hunters jump and with a quick nod Malcolm went to get the kit.

Falcon let out a sinister laugh. "It looks like the children were too much for him to handle after all. And it appears that he couldn't even take the most nonthreatening human out of the pack." His face turned up into a large, mocking smile.

"Shut up, you French ass-hole!" Eagle said, weakly, although he had attempted to sound threatening. That just made Falcon laugh harder.

"What happened to you, Eagle?" Raven asked in concern.

"Can't you see?" Osprey said, "He was obviously overwhelmed by arrows." Both Osprey and Falcon burst into laughter and even Great Horn let a chuckle escape his lips. Malcolm returned with the injury kit and Raven immediately went to work patching up the wounded Tengu.

"Shut up! You all know damn well that's not what happened! One of those fuckers had a phurbu!" Eagle said through gritted teeth. The whole room fell silent. Raven even stopped cleaning his wounds for a few moments but it didn't stop her for long.

"A phurbu? Impossible!" Osprey said in denial.

"Does this look impossible to you, you Japanese bitch?!" Eagle moved his hand and showed the stab wound that the phurbu made. It was still leaking the red vapor. The other Tengu let out disapproving sounds.

"How is that possible? A legitimate phurbu has not been seen since the Genocide." Falcon said. It was true. All of the existing phurbu had stopped being enchanted and maintained after the Tengu were thought to be wiped out. It's curious that one was still able to affect Eagle in that way, but even more curious was that someone had the knowledge and the initiative to maintain the enchantment, even though the Tengu were thought to be extinct.

Raven finished patching up Eagle's arrow wounds and looked to the stab wound. "How can we help him?" she asked. Great Horn walked over to the weakened Tengu and knelt down. He forced him to move his hands away and inspected the wound.

"This doesn't look too bad, although I have to admit that even I don't know much about phurbu wounds." The southerner said. "It's my guess that you'll probably die." That got a smirk out of Falcon.

"What?! There has to be something we can do!" Eagle yelled. He sounded so pathetic.

"I agree, we can't just let him die!" Raven chimed in.

Osprey scoffed. "And why not? He failed a simple task. He could not even bring us a weak human!"

"They stabbed me with a phurbu, how was I expected to be prepared for that?!"

"You were not expected to be prepared. However, you should have been able to avoid it." Falcon chided.

"What, Frenchie, you could have done better?"

Falcon just smirked and made a rude gesture with his hand. "Oui." Great Horn turned his head around and looked at Falcon.

"Good. Give it your best shot. Get the boy in a week, no more. Are we clear?" he said. Falcon laughed at him.

"I do not know why you think you can command me, but regardless, I will get the boy in a week." Falcon didn't even wait for a response. Instead just he walked out the doorway and headed for the surface.

"Now," Great Horn said, directing his attention back towards Eagle, "let's see what we can do for you."

/Oo,..,oO\\

Monday rolled around eventually. Sunday had been torturous. It was his father's day off so he hadn't seen Derek almost the entire day because his father had wanted to spend quality time with him. It wasn't a bad thing, though. Stiles actually quite enjoyed spending time with his father. The problem was that Stiles couldn't stop thinking about Derek and no matter how much he tried the only thing he wanted on Sunday was for the night to come so that he could cuddle with Derek in bed. His father had sensed something was wrong and asked him if he was alright several times.

He said he was fine every time even though he wasn't. What was he supposed to say? 'Sorry, dad, I'm just thinking about my ex-criminal twenty-four year-old boyfriend.' Somehow he thought that wouldn't go over well. But when the night finally did come around he literally jumped into Derek's arms as soon as he climbed through his window and showered him it kisses. He didn't know he could miss someone that bad. They practically spent every day together, actually they did spend every day together, so it was amazing that neither of them wanted to kill each other.

So as he was standing in front of the school, just staring at the doors, it went without saying that the only thing that he could think about was when school would be over and he could see Derek again. They had found each other in the parking lot before and had a heavy make-out session, but when people started showing up and staring as they walked by they figured it was best to wait. He said goodbye and walked up to the school, even though he really didn't want to.

Stiles let out a heavy sigh as he accepted defeat and trudged up the walkway and went into the school. He was startled when someone grabbed his arm pulled him into an empty room before he even reached his locker.

"Wha- Hey, what the hell?!" The door clicked shut and he turned around to see Allison staring at him. Her face was a mix of concern and anger and Stiles had to admit that he was a little afraid of the girl. When she spoke she was quick and to the point.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing with Derek?" Stiles froze. He really didn't want to have this conversation with anyone because he wasn't exactly sure what his answer would even be. What was he doing with Derek? He was pretty sure they were together, like, you know…together, but he'd be damned if he'd admit that to anyone…voluntarily.

"What are you talking about?" he feigned innocence. Allison shot him a look that sad 'come one, really?'

"Stiles. What are you doing with Derek?" she asked again.

"I…nothing, God!" he threw his hands up in the air, resorting to his overacting as a subconscious defense.

"Really, Stiles, do you think we're blind? Are you with him?" He chewed on his lip nervously.

"Well I…you know."

"What the hell, Stiles?! Are you out of your mind?!" Yes, yes he was.

"What?"

"He's dangerous, Stiles, a murderer!"

"Derek hasn't murdered anyone!...Well, anyone who didn't deserve it." He bit his lip hard as he realized what he just said. Allison looked livid. She slammed him against the door and took a choke hold on his throat.

"What did you just say?" her voice was cold and quiet and that was way fucking scarier than if she had just yelled at him.

"All-Allison, you know what I mean."

"No! No, I really don't Stiles!" She tightened her grip on his throat. "My mother DIDN'T DESERVE IT! He MURDERED her, Stiles!" Stiles struggled against her grip. It was kind of pathetic how long it took him to pry her hand from around his throat. He should work out more or something. He rubbed his neck idly and glared at Allison.

"Do you even know why Derek bit your mother?!" Stiles shot. Allison looked surprised at his question. It looked like she really didn't know what to say so Stiles just continued. "You mother tried to KILL Scott!" Allison's breath hitched.

"She what?..."

"She tried to kill Scott, Allison. With a vaporizer full of wolfsbane." His voice dropped to a soft, nonthreatening tone. "Didn't anyone tell you? Scott called for help and when Derek came she attacked him. He was just defending himself and Scott."

"I…I…" Allison's face was pale and she looked like she was about to throw up. Stiles could see tears welling up in her eyes but she was too tough to let them fall. "I need to go." She said, brushing past him and practically running past him out the door.

Well…that was awkward.

/Oo,..,oO\\

Lunch came soon enough to Stiles' enjoyment. Allison was nowhere to be found and Scott had asked him where she was. When he told him what had happened the teen freaked out. "You WHAT?!"

"I told her why Derek bit her mother…"

"Why would you do that, Stiles?!"

"Weeeell, she was choking me and it was about time someone told her the truth about Derek."

"You shouldn't have done that!"

"What, I was just supposed to let her keep thinking that Derek is some kind of monster?!…Well, aside from him being a werewolf, but you know what I mean!" The rest of the pack stood and watched and it was getting really awkward for Stiles.

"Yes! It would have been better for her to not know! Just because you're sleeping with Derek doesn't mean that everyone else has to see the 'good' in him!" Stiles heart stopped. The rest of the pack shuffled around awkwardly, no one willing to meet each other's eyes.

"I… I'm not-" Stiles tried to say, completely stunned. Scott didn't want to hear it, though. He just waved his hands at him and scowled, running off somewhere and leaving Stiles in a very unpleasant situation with the rest of the pack.

So now that lunch was finally here he was glad that he could have a chance to breath, even if he did have to sit at the same table with everyone after that incredibly embarrassing moment. No one seemed to be willing to talk about what had happened and everyone just ate in silence. Well, everyone except for Erica and Jackson who had huge mischievous smiles on their faces and kept letting little giggles erupt from them. Finally Stiles couldn't take it anymore. He had to clear the air.

"I'm not sleeping with him, guys!" he said, waving his arms around. He slunk down in his chair a little as some people from the other tables gave him weird looks. He really needed to learn to control the volume of his voice sometimes.

"Then what are you doing with him?" Erica asked, her grin widening. The others stared at him expectantly. Why did he always get himself into these situations?

"Well…you know…I, uh… We're just friends?" Real convincing there, Stiles…

"With benefits?" Jackson added. Stiles gaped at him.

"No!"

"Friends? You really expect us to believe that, Stiles? On minute you both hate each other and the next you're sharing passionate embraces?" Lydia said. Her tone was unenthused, like she was bored with the conversation already.

"P-Passionate…embraces?" Stiles really didn't know what to say and the huge lump that took up residency in his throat made it hard to breath. Danny and Jacob sat down with the pack and Danny looked around the scene with confusion.

"What's going on, guys?" he asked. Erica was the one to answer, the bitch.

"Stiles was just about to tell us about all the hot, crazy sex he's been having with Derek." Her eyes were burning with mischief. Stiles couldn't even answer and just let out a rather unmanly squeak.

"I knew it!" Danny chirped, a little too excitedly. Stiles was frozen in a state of shock and although he tried as hard as he could, he couldn't find words. Stiles, couldn't find words! What the fuck?!

"You did?" Jackson asked with curiosity.

"Well, I had my suspicions."

"I bet it's rough. Derek looks like he likes it rough. Is it rough, Stiles?" Erica asked. He swore, if she said 'rough' one more time he would fly across the table and rip her hair out.

"Of course it's rough, but Stiles looks like he can take it." Jackson said. The table erupted into laughter. Were they seriously talking about this?! A fiery red blush exploded on Stiles' face and after that he finally was able to speak, albeit not very well.

"I- What?! There is no sex, or roughness- We're not- I'm not- I- Oh my God!" He buried his head in his arms and wished he were dead.

"Awww, so it's soft and sweet? That's so cute." Isaac said, his voice mocking but actually had an undertone of sincerity. Stiles glared at him and really wished he had the ability to strangle people with the Force like Darth Vader.

"No! There is no sweetness, no roughness, NO SEX! I'M NOT HAVING SEX WITH DEREK!" He yelled. The cafeteria was silenced and everyone was staring at him. Oh God, please kill him now. He was pretty sure his skin tone permanently changed to a flush red.

"Well then what is with you two?" Boyd asked in a serious tone after the other students went back to their own lunches and conversations. Stiles really didn't want to talk about it anymore, but he knew if he didn't then everyone would just jump to their own conclusions.

"We're just… We're kind of seeing each other. But there's no sex! God, guys!"

"No sex yet." Erica smirked. Stiles really hated her right now. Lydia huffed.

"No sex? How boring. Give me an update when you get some, though. Until then, you're going to tell me everything about your relationship." She said. Was she serious?!

"What? No! That's kind of person guys! Why are we even talking about this?!"

"I don't know, but I haven't been this entertained in a long time." Jacob said with a smile.

"Look, I just-" Stiles began to say but he was interrupted by the bell. Thank God! He quickly got up without a word and ran for the door, not even worrying about his tray.

"Don't think you can get out of this, Stilinski, you will tell me everything!" He heard Lydia yell as he bravely ran away. God, he needed to get out of there!

/Oo,..,oO\\

Jacob lay awake in his bed in the dark. The other kids in the room were sound asleep, but he wasn't. He glanced at the alarm clocks dim, green glowing numbers. They read 12:23pm. He figured it was good a time as any. He very quietly snuck out of his bed and slipped out the door. The rest of the house was quiet and the darkness was broken occasionally by the moonlight shining in from the windows. He walked through the living room, his bare feet tapping quietly against wood as he came to the door leading to the basement and traipsed down the stairs after shutting and locking it securely behind him.

The basement was pitch black and he couldn't see a thing but he had come down here so often over the weeks that he stepped through the darkness and just let his instinct and memory carry him to where he needed to go. The charged air let him know he wasn't alone even before he turned on the light and when he did his grandpa gave him a quick nod. With the light shone on the cold cement of the basement floor and revealed the symbols that he had drawn on it. Each one of the eight representing a different power and they were connected by a circular line drawn through them. Jacob stood inside the circle and looked to his grandpa.

He had done this so many time before now that he didn't even need time to prepare anymore. "Are you ready?" he asked. He was going to start anyway, but his grandpa held up a hand.

"No. This is taking too long, Jacob." He said.

"What do you mean?"

"The Power Siphoning isn't giving out enough energy. You can't give me what I need and at this rate it will be years before I become a specter." Jacob was confused. He had always been the one to share his energy with his grandfather. How was he supposed to find more to give when each session drained him too badly already?

"Where am I supposed to find more energy?" he asked. His grandpa didn't say anything, just slowly looked up at the ceiling. Jacob looked at him in in confusion before realization hit him like a train.

"Are you insane?! We can't use them!"

"Why not? It won't kill them if you balance the Siphon between them."

"They have no business in this! I can't take advantage of them like that!" His voice was a raised whisper, not wanting to alarm the rest of the house.

"It wouldn't hurt them. In the morning it would just be like they had a bad night's sleep." Although that was true, how could he do that to the other teens, to the children?!

"I can't take advantage of them like that!" His grandpa looked at him with disappointment.

"If you don't do this, I will never make the transition." Jacob was torn, but not for long. He drew the line there! This wasn't the first time his grandpa had made him wonder. When his grandpa was alive he would have never supported this. Why would he abandon his morals so quickly then?

"Grandpa, no. We'll do it the normal way." His grandpa didn't look happy, his ethereal face turning down in anger. Jacob shifted nervously when he walked up to him. He placed a hand on his chest and the sparks skipped through his body. There was something else, though. Jacob could feel the tendrils of the corruption spring to life at the touch. They started to constrict around him like they would if he had used dirty necromancy. He tried to push them back but he couldn't.

Jacob was afraid and when he tried to pull away he couldn't move. His grandpa looked him in the eyes and spoke. "Do it Jacob." Something inside of his snapped. His fear, his morals, everything, just crumbled away until the only thing that he felt was an overwhelming urge to do as he was told. He nodded and his grandpa released him with a smile. Jacob knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't, but his body didn't feel like it was his own as they both made their way up the stairs after Jacob grabbed a bag from a chest downstairs.

He wanted to tell his grandpa that this was wrong, that it was evil and that he didn't want to do it. Every time he tried to speak, though, he felt the corruption swell up and silence him. They went into the first room, the children's room. There were four in here, sleeping in the bunk beds. He heard his grandpa speak next to him. "Dormite Just in case they wake up." The smile he gave him was malicious. What had happened to his grandpa? He walked to the first bed he could find. A little girl, Terra was her name, only ten years old, slept soundly in it and Jacob tried to fight his body as he took out chalk and a knife from his bag, but the corruption crushed his attempts again.

He took her arm in his hand and drew one of the eight symbols on her skin. She stirred as he did it, but he knew she wouldn't wake up because of the spell his grandpa put over them. After the symbol was drawn he took the knife in his hand and pressed the blade against the skin he'd drawn the symbol on. He fought hard against the corruption but it was no use. If anything, trying to push it away was only making it stronger. He clenched his jaw as he cut her arm. It wasn't deep, just enough to draw some blood.

He knew what would come next. He needed to speak the symbol's name to activate the Siphon. Latin wouldn't work with this kind of necromancy. It was and old practice and required an older language, the first language of necromancy. He wouldn't do it, though. He refused to speak the name. He tried so hard, clenching his jaw tight, but he should have known it would be inevitable.

"Fixsusk." He growled. His voice wasn't his own and the complete and utter lack of control over his own action made his eyes start to tear up. A blood red aura was lit around her after he spoke and he watched as it swirled around like lazy smoke and drifted to the phantasm. His grandpa absorbed it without hesitation and in a split second it was over. The symbol had vanished and the cut had healed. The only evidence left that anything had happened to her was that she would feel weak in the morning. It seemed so innocent. Who was really hurt by it, right? But Jacob knew it was wrong, he knew it was evil to do that to someone against their will. The corruption in his soul grew and he knew it. This is what his parents had warned him of. He was already too far gone.

"Good." His grandpa said. "Now the others."

/Oo,..,oO\\

AN: So that was a little depressing towards the end there, huh? At least he didn't kill her. I don't think I could kill a kid in my story so we'll leave the dying to adults and teenagers. :D I was giggling as I was writing the lunch scene. What did you guys think? Was it funny? I'm trying to get more pack haha's in the story. And did you guys like how the Tengu treated each other? They're such ass-holes! XD Anyway, if you like my writing then tell me you're a Monkie. I love you my Monkies, see you next chapter! :D