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Chapter 10

"Derek, what are we going to do? We have to get Stiles back," Scott said, trying to get Derek up from the bed.

Derek got up from the bed, went to the door, threw it open, and started running to his car. He didn't know what he was going to do yet, he just knew he had to get out and figure something out. He hated to admit it, but Peter may know who Natalie was and where they could find her. She was their only hope right now. He started he car and was on the way to his uncle's. He was taking the turns fast, and it had been raining that day. Next thing he knew, he was in a ditch, his car head on to a tree.

"Dammit!" Derek yelled, slamming his fist into the steering wheel. He opened his door and got out of the car, assessing the damage.

"Are you alright?" a voice asked from behind him. Derek whipped around to see a beautiful mixed girl, in her early 20's, standing behind him. Her hair was curly and pulled up into a pony tail. He soft caramel skinned glowed, and her milky brown eyes shimmered against the pale sunlight of dusk.

"Uh…yea. Great. Just ran off the road." Derek said, her presence still stunned him. She was beautiful.

"Need me to call an ambulance? Cab? Tow truck?" the lady asked him.

"No, I think I'll be fine." Derek said, pulling out his phone, Scott had blown up with "where are you" texts. He looked to the top of the phone…no service.

"I'm surprised you walked out of the car! My name Natalie by the way." She said, stretching her hand out for Derek to take it. Derek stood perfectly still, shocked. Could this be the witch?

"Derek." He said after a long pause, taking her hand in his. Suddenly, she gasped, gripped Derek's hand tight, and shut her eyes. After a minute, she opened her eyes.

"You've come in contact with the oracle." She said, loosening her grip on his hand. "Where is he?"

"I was headed to find out how to find you and help me figure that out." Derek said, looking into her now silver eyes. "Your eyes, they change color."

"Yes Mr. Hale, you should know all about that." She said with a smirk, "Yours tend to change a lot too, werewolf. They change when I do magic. Its kind of an indicator of my powers. Like yours, its how you tell us apart from just a regular person."

"Sorry, I've never met a witch before. My mother used to talk about knowing some, but I never met any." Derek said.

"Well, enough chit-chat. We need to find out where the oracle is, and then we need to come up with a plan to get him back. If the oracle gets into the wrong hands, it can be detrimental. Not just to us, but to the whole world. The oracle is a very powerful creature, perhaps even the strongest of all supernatural creatures." Natalie said, walking through the woods.

"Stiles." Derek said.

"What?" Natalie replied back, a confused expression crossing her face.

"You keep saying 'The Oracle'. Well he has a name. His name is Stiles. And I will do anything to get him back…even die for him."

"Well Mr. Hale, you may just end up doing that." Natalie said, turning to walk further in the woods, "Follow me."

Derek rolled his eyes, but started to follow her.

"Where exactly are we going?" Derek asked, after about three miles of walking.

Natalie didn't say anything, she just kept walking , knowing that Derek would follow her. They walked for about another four miles in silence, going deeper and deeper into the woods. Finally they reached a cottage in the heart of the woods. It was a cliché witch house. The windows were dark, the ivy grown all over the house, and the cottage was painted a dark color.

"Very inconspicuous Natalie. Not obvious at all." Derek said, getting annoyed at her.

She spun around on her heels.

"Look Derek, if you want my help finding Stiles, you're going to have to stop acting like such a prick. Remember, you know nothing about me and I know everything about you…I can ruin your life. So don't fuck with me Derek." She was an inch away from his face, standing her ground through Derek stone gaze.

"Fine." Is all Derek said back.

Natalie turned around and walked back towards the small cottage. When they reached they reached the door, she unlocked it.

"Wipe your feet. I like my house to stay clean."

Derek rolled his eyes, but he wiped his feet, not wanting to piss her off. Derek looked around the cottage. Its dark outside was just a façade. The inside of the house was vibrant: bright blues and greens, bookshelves full of book and vials, the living area was like any other. The cottage was beautiful.

"This way please." Natalie said, motioning to a room off of the living room. It was a ritual room. The table in the middle held the crystal ball, the shelves had books and outlines and blueprints. The walls were red with yellow designs all over the walls.

"Sit."

Derek sat at a chair at the table, Natalie sat across from him.

"Now, we have to reach The Oracle…"

"Stiles!" Derek said, correcting her.

"We have to reach…Stiles…someway that won't alarm his takers that I'm trying to find him."

Natalie took Derek's hands and closed her eyes.

"Stiles…Stiles can you hear us…."

*Stiles POV*

"Stiles…Stiles can you hear us? Stiles, talk to me."

"Who…who's there?" Stiles asked.

"Stiles, this is Natalie. I'm here to help. Can you tell me where you are? Any details on your surroundings that might help me find you?"

There wasn't an answer for a minute.

"Stiles…please, I need you to help me help you. I have Derek here with me Stiles, and he really needs your help to help us find you. Is there anything you can tell us?"

"I can't see anything…I'm not even sure I'm awake. How are you talking to me?"

"Stiles, we'll explain when we find you and get you out of there. Now, I need you to focus and tell me what's around you."

"Well…I'm lying on a concrete floor…the walls are made of…of metal…"

"Ok Stiles, you're doing great. Keep telling me what you see. I know its hard, but you've got to keep pushing it."

"I looks like…a warehouse…a big warehouse. There are a lot of boxes. I see a sign…it looks like a croissant moon with a bright red fire around it…someone is walking over to me!"

Stiles started to panic.

"Stiles, what does the man look like?"

"He's tall with short dirty blonde hair. He's in his late 30's…hello? Is anyone there?"

Stiles waited a minute to give the people time to answer him. The meantime, he feels himself being lifted into a chair and handcuffed to a chair.

"Hello…? Please…please Derek…come find me. I know you will…please hurry…."