Chapter 10 - More Information is Needed
Derek hesitates to put Doctor Deaton down, but Scott gives him a glare, making him obey his orders and place Doctor Deaton on the floor.
"Thank you," Dr Deaton says calmly as he straightens up his vet coat.
"Shut up," Derek says. "All I want to hear from you, is you talking through to us what the hell is going on."
"I understand," he nods and heads back over to his filing cabinet. "I need to show you all something."
He searches through the draw and pulls out a book tightly closed with a thin piece of cloth, one that looks old fashioned and dusty.
"What is that?" Scott asks. "It looks ancient."
"Ancient legends are to be told through this book," Dr Deaton tells Scott.
"Oh so I'm part right," Scott jokes.
"Not funny," Derek flattens the amusing mood.
You smile in appreciation at Derek's concern to Stiles' health and safety; he is desperate to help him.
"Can you just tell us what the stupid thing is?"
"Patience Derek," Dr Deaton slows him down. "If you want to know everything there is to know about what's going on, then it's going to take a while."
"Just get to the important parts," Derek tells him.
"That's just it," Dr Deaton says. "Everything is important."
Derek rolls his eyes as Doctor Deaton places the book down on the treating table, and blows the dust off. You, Scott and Derek all stare intensely at the book as Doctor Deaton opens it carefully. Once the front cover is removed, all of your stares become even more intimate. The image on the front page is a werewolf.
"Why is there a werewolf on the front page?" Scott asks, curious to know.
"Because Scott," Dr Deaton starts to explain. "Werewolves were the first species of the supernatural kind to be discovered."
"Who discovered them?" Derek asks, folding his arms as he takes a closer look at the image.
"His name was Adalwin," Dr Deaton replies. "He was the one who created this book."
"So he was like, a hunter?" You ask.
"No," Dr Deaton stops you from thinking the wrong thing. "Adalwin was never a hunter, but a collector."
"A collector?" You ask, confusion spreading across your face.
"What's the difference?" Derek asks. "A hunter collects werewolves or any supernatural kind, and then ends up collecting their lives."
"Good point," Scott nods in agreement. "So, what is the difference?"
"The difference is, is that Adalwin didn't collect supernatural beings and then collect their lives... instead he collected their freedom," Dr Deaton explicates and turns over the paper to a page full of writing.
"What language is that?" Scott asks.
"It's Archaic," Dr Deaton replies. "Fortunately I can read it."
"That's great," you say. "But how does a book full of writing about werewolves help us with Stiles?"
Doctor Deaton grins as he turns the page over, which includes another image.
"What is that?" Derek asks.
"The creature of the night," Dr Deaton replies.
"Which is?" Scott asks.
Doctor Deaton pauses for a second as he notices the look on your face.
"A vampire," you say to yourself quietly.
"Wait a minute, a what?" Derek asks.
"A vampire," you tell them.
Derek and Scott look at you with confused expressions, but Doctor Deaton holds that grin on his face as he's impressed by your knowledge.
"The creature of the night is a vampire," Dr Deaton repeats.
"Ha yeah right," Derek laughs.
"What, and werewolves don't exist either?" You ask sarcastically.
Derek pauses and thinks for a moment. "Well, how come we've never seen them then?"
"Yeah," Scott agrees. "How come we've never like, you know, smelt them or something?"
"It says here," Dr Deaton answers. "That vampires have no smell and are almost impossible to catch."
"Wow," Scott says impressed.
"Yeah, wow," Derek astonishingly agreeing with Scott's surprise.
"You see," Dr Deaton begins. "This isn't just a book about werewolves, it's a book about every supernatural creature that had ever been discovered."
You, Scott and Derek all look at each other, amazed as Doctor Deaton turns over the next page, and there's another image.
"What the hell is that?" Scott asks, confused but with a tone of fear.
"That my friend, is a demon," Dr Deaton replies.
"That's what is possessing Stiles?" Derek asks.
"Unfortunately... no," Dr Deaton answers and Derek looks up to him, baffled.
"So a demon isn't possessing Stiles?" You ask.
"No," Dr Deaton says and bows his head.
"Why do you say it like that?" Scott asks. "Why do you make me want the demon to be possessing him instead of what else is?"
"Because you should," Dr Deaton tells him. "What's possessing Stiles, is much worse."
"Worse?" You ask, your voice becoming weak.
"What can be worse than a demon?" Derek asks.
Doctor Deaton lets out a sigh of frustration and turns the page a few times.
"This is what is possessing your friend," he says and points at the image.
You, Scott and Derek all hover around the book and look at the image.
"It's a uh, it's a..." Derek tries to put his finger on it.
"It's a what?" Scott asks. "I have no idea what the hell that thing is."
You analyse the picture, and suddenly it clicks in your mind.
"Oh my God," you say and stare at the image speechless.
"What? What is it?" Scott asks.
"(Y/N)," Derek says. "What is it?"
You continue to stare at the image, not saying a word. Doctor Deaton moves Scott and Derek back a bit and stands next to you, looking at the image.
"I think you all know what it is," Dr Deaton says.
"We do?" Scott asks.
"Of course we do," you say and look up to him with a tense facial expression. "It's a Banshee."
"A Banshee?" Scott asks, confused.
"Indeed," Dr Deaton answers and flips over the page. "It says here that Banshees have the power to predict, prevent, force and possess."
"Wait, what does all of those mean?" Scott asks.
"To predict, I'm sure you know what that means as Lydia is the Banshee of prediction. To prevent, a Banshee can stop certain things from happening, for example the actions of people, the thoughts of people, the movements of Mother Nature and also time," Dr Deaton explains.
"Whoa whoa, time?" Derek asks astonished.
"Yes. Time," Dr Deaton replies. "Carrying on. To force, a Banshee can use forces like gravity, up thrust, pushes and pulls to protect themselves or for other reasons. "
"That's what Stiles did to you!" Derek points out to Scott.
Scott remembers the few times Stiles has raise his hand effortlessly and all of a sudden, sent him back with some sort of force. To his memory, Scott lifts up his shirt again and takes a look at the black handprint mark that still remains on his body.
"It says here that the use of forces from a Banshee can leave peculiar marks, such like the one you've already obtained from Stiles," Dr Deaton informs you all, and carries on reading. "And the last one, to possess, a Banshee can take control of ones mind, body, vocals and if inside that persons head long enough, can take over their whole life."
Scott lets out a worried exhale and Derek rubs his face with his hands frustratingly.
"What else does it say?" You ask him.
"There are many way to guide the real personality back to consciousness," Dr Deaton reads. "No matter how far gone Stiles is, we can bring him back."
"Thank God," you sigh in relief.
"About Stiles," Scott says. "What did you give him?"
"Oh the needle?" Dr Deaton asks. "It was nothing.
"Tell us now," Derek orders firmly.
"Really, it was nothing," Dr Deaton says again. "The Banshee wanted a needle that contained tranquilliser to keep Stiles' personality out for a few hours, but I didn't really give it the tranquilliser... so we only have a matter of time before it comes back."
Scott and Derek nod at each other and go to leave with Doctor Deaton, but you stop them. "Wait!"
"What is it?" Dr Deaton asks.
"Could you tell me what is wrong with me?" You ask as you slide the book across the treating table to him.
"What's wrong with you? Why? What is wrong with you?" Dr Deaton asks.
You look towards Derek - who bows his head, trying not to make eye contact with you so he doesn't have to explain; but Doctor Deaton notices.
"Derek, would you like to explain?"
"I saw, something," he tells Doctor Deaton.
"Something?" He asks.
"Yeah," Derek replies. "I checked her eyes, and then I saw something which shocked me, I'm not sure what it was."
"Right, let me take a look," Dr Deaton says. "Quickly, hop on the treating table before the Banshee realises the tranquilliser is a fake."
"Too late," you all hear and turn to face the doorway to the treating room to see Stiles standing.
He starts to make his way over to Doctor Deaton and crushes the fake tranquilliser in his hands.
"Quickly," Dr Deaton says again and taps the treating table, gesturing for you to sit on it.
"We'll hold him off," Scott says.
Derek runs towards Stiles, and swings his arm for a right hook. Stiles leans back a little, just about dodging the punch, and grabs Derek by the throat; lifting him up slowly, he smirks as he sees Scott making a dash towards him too. Stiles lifts up his hand, and Scott knows what's coming. The force pushes Scott back and into the wall. Derek tries to kick Stiles - as he lifts him up high in the air by the throat - and struggles to breathe.
Doctor Deaton lays you down, taking a small eye torch from his vet coat pocket; slowly and carefully lifting your eye whilst shining the light at it.
"Nothing to see in there," he says as he moves onto the next eye.
Scott groans in pain as he stands back up and looks around for something to use. He turns around to face the draws, and rummages through them as Derek grunts, trying to breathe.
"Looks like you're struggling there," Stiles says amusingly.
Scott finally finds a spanner in one of the draws, turns around quickly and throws the metal object at Stiles. The spanner hits Stiles in the face, making him let go of Derek's throat - dropping him to the floor - and take a few steps back. Scott sees this as an opportunity to charge, and starts sprinting towards him, rugby tackling him to the floor and climbing up so he's on top.
"Do you feel any different?" Dr Deaton asks you.
"No," you reply.
"Well, if you are some kind of supernatural creature, then maybe you've been one all your life but only just noticed as its only just starting to kick in," Dr Deaton suggests.
"Maybe," you say.
Derek soothes his throat with his hand and sits up from his drop, looking at Scott - who is punching Stiles, over and over and over and over.
"Scott," Derek struggles to say. "Scott!"
Doctor Deaton shines the torch in the eye Derek jumped back in fear from, and takes a long look.
"Oh my God," Dr Deaton mumbles.
"What?" You ask. "What is it?"
"Scott stop!" You both hear, and Doctor Deaton looks over and you sit up to see.
Scott is still punching Stiles in the face over and over, Derek is lying on the floor weak, trying to call Scott to tell him to stop.
"Scott?" You say as you've never seen him this angry before. "Scott!"
Scott stops after hearing the shout from you, and looks over at you. His face has transformed into his werewolf features and his eyes are still glowing red. You jump from the treating table and run over to Stiles, who now has a bloodied face and is unconscious. You look at Scott with a disgusted expression, and push him off of Stiles. Scott scampers back and away from Stiles' unconscious body and to your furious vibe. You bend down and kneel by Stiles' side, wiping the blood away from his lip.
"Stiles," you say quietly, but he doesn't open his eyes.
You place your head on his chest and hope for a beat.
"Is he alright?" Derek asks and you can hear the rough, struggling sound in his voice.
Just then, you hear a heartbeat and you let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Yeah," you answer. "He's alright."
"(Y/N)," Dr Deaton says as he makes his way over to you. "I need to speak with you."
"Can we talk later? I want to wait until Stiles wakes up," you tell him.
"It's important," he says.
You pause for a second and look towards Scott - who has transformed back to human and is feeling guilty - and to Derek - who is still soothing his painful throat. Derek sees you looking, and realises that you want to know if Stiles is going to be alright and awaken when you go, and he nods to you, indicating that he'll make sure he's alright. You nod back in appreciation and stand up, making your way into the back room with Doctor Deaton.
Once you enter the room, he closes the door immediately and turns to face you.
"What is it?" You ask.
"It's what you are," he replies.
"Oh..." you gasp. "What am I?"
He pulls out the book from inside his vet coat and opens it to the right page.
"Look," he says and points at the writing.
You confusingly stare at the writing, not knowing what it says.
"It says контрольор," Dr Deaton tells you.
"What does that mean?" You ask.
"It means Controller," he replies.
"Controller?" You ask.
Doctor Deaton looks to you and closes the book, putting it back into his vet coat.
"Why do you look at me like that?" You ask him. "What does a Controller do? What does it mean?"
"It means," Dr Deaton starts. "You can control any type of supernatural creature in the world."