Derek gasped as he sat up in his bed. He could see out of both eyes perfectly. He grabbed at his wound picking up his shirt to reveal nothing. Not even a scratch. He pulled off his bloody shirt and tossed it through the gaping hole in his wall, and into the pile of debris that still lied on the other side.

"Scott! Stiles! Is anyone here? Derek shouted. He moved out of his bed slowly, the room around him felt so strange, which was weird because it was his place.

"Is anyone here?" Derek called out again as he moved into the living room. Suddenly heard a squishing sound, even before he felt the warm sensation of something on his bare feet. He froze, terrified to look down, but he had too.

"Oh my god!" Derek screamed voice breaking in distress. "Stiles," he yelled collapsing into the pool of blood around Stiles body. "Stiles, wake up," Derek screamed as he shook Stiles. The body was like ice. He was dead, but Derek couldn't stop trying to revive him. Never would Derek have thought that his first kiss with Stiles would come in such as way, but he didn't care. All he wanted is to hear Stiles take a breath, but in his mind he already knew he was dead. He backed away from Stiles body; his breathing was erratic and shallow. He could barely move or even take his eyes off of him. Finally he mustered the strength to get up off the ground, shaking and covered in blood he moved away towards the kitchen. He could no longer fight back his emotions, tears rolled down his face. He raced to the bathroom to vomit, but he couldn't make it, just a foot away from the bathroom door Derek spilled his guts. As he lifted his head he noticed a smudged bloody handprint on the white bathroom door. Derek slowly pushed the door open. He gasped.

"Scott," he yelled. He couldn't believe the sight he saw. Scott lay in a pool of his own blood. Derek leaned in closer and noticed that Scott's chest had been ripped open, and his heart was missing. Derek could barely speak.

"Ahhhhh," a voice screamed out. Derek rushed from the bathroom back into the living room. Derek watched as Isaac's body fell to the ground. Derek couldn't help but look directly into Isaac's eyes as his body fell. A figure stood above Isaac's body, he dropped what he was holding in his hand. It was Isaac's heart.

"What's the matter Derek, cat got your tongue? The shadowy figure said. Suddenly Derek could see who the figure was it was Dray. Derek charged towards him with a roar. Before Derek could even get within half of the distances between them Dray raised his hand. Derek's body became immobilized, he couldn't move. Dray flicked his hand up his whole body moved up taking flight off the ground. Dray flicked his hand again this time Derek went flying against the wall.

"Oh Derek, it's too fun to play with you," Dray said. As Derek lifted his head to look back towards Dray, he was gone with just a snap of his fingers. Derek jumped back up.

"Where the fuck are you, you fucking monster?" Derek screamed.

"Right here," Dray answered tossing Derek against the wall with only a gesture of his hand.

"Just kill me already," Derek said fighting through Dray's control to even get the words out.

"What fun is that," Dray snapped his fingers again. This time he didn't disappear, but something even sicker happened.

"Stiles" Derek said lowly.

"Stiles, why don't you come over here?" Dray said waving for him. Stiles didn't say a word he just started walking over.

"He's…He's dead," Derek said eyes cloudy from the tears he held back.

"Oh, he's very," Dray said as Stiles walked past him and stood just inches away from Derek.

"Stiles, is that you?" Derek asked. Stiles grabbed his face with his hand. Stiles face was blank, as if all joy and essences that made who he was, Stiles was gone. Even his scent was different, but Derek would listen to want his senses were telling him. Stiles kissed him, but it felt strange, especially by Dray's laughing and the fact he couldn't move. Stiles stepped back d his face distorted similar to the way that Dray's changes.

"You know you still want to fuck me," Stiles said as his face changed back to human. "Come, tell me sick things you want to do Derek. Get me hot," Stiles whispered into his ear.

"I'm sorry Stiles," Derek said as tears rolled down his face. Dray snapped his fingers again and blood began to stream down from a wound in Stiles's neck. He dropped to the ground gasping for life as blood poured down his shirt and to the ground.

"I thought you'd like to see how Stiles died after I ripped out his throat," Dray said over Stiles gasps. Derek couldn't move or even close his eyes; he was forced to look directly at Stiles as he died again.

"Derek, give up," Dray said in a deeper voice that was different than his normal. Derek looked towards him Dray was no longer Dray instead he was something completely different. Standing before him was something; its head was wrapped in bandages. The only part of it that Derek could make out was the razor sharp silver teeth. He crept towards him leaning down as he moved.

"I can be stolen or given away and you will live, yet you'll die without me," The thing whispered. It raised its hand, with was also bandaged, he held a human heart. Derek glanced towards Stiles, whose chest was ripped open.

"You can not beat darkness without light. My lord will rise," It said as it squeezed Stiles's heart.

"Just kill me already," Derek pled.

"No, Derek," The bandaged figure wimped off when Dray started talking. "Do you like the games the Nogitsune plays? I do got to say ,I think he's quite fun," Dray said.

"That thing is the Nogitsune? That's the thing that is in Stiles," Derek said.

"Was..Was in Stiles," Dray said correcting him. Derek's eyes began to tear up. "Derek, if you don't want all of this to come true you will not stand with Scott," Dray said snapping his fingers. The room changed, Stiles was standing right in front of Derek, who dropped to the floor from being pressed against the wall. Derek raced to his feet.

"Stiles are you ok?" Derek asked. Stiles ran his hand down his face.

"Please, Derek don't let me die," Stiles said as he pulled his hand off Derek's face. Stiles gasped as a hand ripped through his chest. Blood poured from his mouth as he tried to speak his lips mouthing, "I love you."

"Stiles!" Derek screamed and sat up abruptly.

"Derek," A voice answered. Derek didn't know what happened he was in his bed, but he didn't even realize it yet. Sweat poured off of his face as he hyperventilated.

"Stiles!" he continued to shout over his heavy breathing.

"Derek, I'm right here," Stiles said as he took a seat on the bed. Derek grabbed him with both of his hands.

"Ow, Derek you're hurting me," Stiles said trying to pull away. His hands were shaking, his whole body was.

"Stiles," he said again voice breaking with emotion. Derek looked into his face and knew that this was really Stiles. He hugged him causing Stiles laughed.

"Oh, Deaton must have given you something really strong," Derek pulled away but only for a second before he darted back towards Stiles, but this time not for a hug. Derek's lips met Stiles's with a firm passionate kiss. Stiles was beyond shocked, he didn't know what to do. He didn't kiss back, but that didn't stop Derek from continuing. Stiles finally turned his face away. He stepped back off the bed. Derek's face froze when he realized what he just did. No one said a word for what felt like forever. Derek didn't have words to express how ashamed he felt and Stiles couldn't even look at Derek, the two just froze. Logan walked out of the bathroom just as the door to Derek's loft opened. Logan roared, Stiles looked over to see Logan had changed he was a werewolf. Logan raced and jumped on the figure that walked into the room. He roared again.

"No," Stiles yelled as he raced over just as Logan was about to take a swing. Stiles slammed into Logan, knocking him off of a girl.

"She's a vampire," Logan screamed as the girl stood up. Stiles could only gulp as a sense of fear took over his body.

"The name's Mara, I'm here to help you," She said. Logan and Stiles were stunned by her beauty first, then by her words. It seemed that another vampire has come to Beacon Hills, but her reasons seemed to be, for the moment to help our young heroes.

Clear across town as the events at Derek's loft took place, Dray was on his way to an important meeting. The black escalade pulled up to the old abandoned sawmill right outside of the main residential area of town. Dray exited the car alone.

"Stay here," Dray said to Sternface. The name Isaac gave him fit him more than his real name.

"Kara, where are you witches hiding," Dray said as he walked into the front door of the building with great force that the doors almost flew off the hinges. Three little girls screamed and took off for safety when they saw him. A few other people took off too.

"Dray, please stop, I'm here," Kara said running out to meet him by the entrance.

"What a dump, but seems like you witches like living like animals, why?" He asked.

"Dray, please your presence here is scaring the children," Kara said as a small boy hid behind her. Dray scanned around the room and began to take a headcount of the faces he could see.

"I guess the whole sister thing didn't last long. I didn't think the whole no male thing would work, but I'm curious are the males witches too?" Dray asked.

"Dray, why is any of this important. You came for the information. I did what you asked I found the guy. Drew bring me the stuff," She said turning away from Dray and back towards the hiding members of her Convent. A young boy in his later teens came out from behind a stack of boxes. His clothing was dirty and torn. He couldn't help but stare at Dray; he walked past Kara, who had her hands out to receive the papers.

"Drew, don't!" she yelled, but was too late. Drew handed the papers to Dray. He couldn't help but to continue to stare and shake as Dray took the papers out his hands.

"You're quite brave," Dray said as he looked down at the papers. "Are you a witch?" Dray asked. The blue eye boy stood in place.

"Drew come back over here now," Kara yelled again.

"Drew", an older woman, screamed as she came running from the back of the building. Kara stopped her from getting to close to Dray and the boy.

"No," He yelled back towards them. "I'm here" he looked back towards Dray and answered him.

"Ask your question," Dray said. Drew was burning to ask, but his nerves and bravery was faulting.

"Are you going to help us," He asked. "Are you going to help us live better," he continued trying to clarify his question.

"I'll answer this question in a simple way, yes. Stand with me and you'll benefit, This young man here is incredibly brave, and that quality is something I don't see much, so I'll propose you a deal Drew as a little reward," Dray reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of money, he tossed it to Drew, his eyes lit up with shock and excitement.

"How did you know I'm a witch?" Drew asked.

Dray just smiled, "Now you have two choices, you can keep that money and stay here or you can drop it on the floor and come with me. I can always use a witch handy."

Drew didn't even take a minute to make up his mind. He dropped the cash to the ground and walked towards Dray. Kara and the other women screamed for him to come back.

"Kara, this information better be real. You know I honor my deals and I get very mad when people break their end. I would really not like to have to kill young Drew here; I've never seen a male witch in action. This is your chance to correct anything, speak up or forever hold the death of Drew in your hands,"

"The information is correct Dray, please let the boy go," she pled.

"The boy is free to do whatever he wants. Drew do you want to stay?" Dray asked turning his head to look at boy, who now stood next to him.

"No," he yelled.

'There's your answer," Dray said turning and walking away. Drew followed completely ignoring the screams from the people behind him.

"I like you already kid," Dray said as they walked out of the doors into the fresh air.

"I'm glad," he said back smiling.

"But damn you smell," Dray said as Drew walked past him and got into the car. "Find the closest place that he can shower, there's no way I can make it to Virginia with that smell," Dray said to Mr. Stern face.

"Sir, why bring the child," Mr. Sternface said his voice deep and vexing.

"Don't worry about it Douglas, just do as I say, but first call and make sure the planes ready," Dray said getting into the car.

"Sir, are you sure taking the child is necessary," Douglas asked. Dray quickly turned back to face him.

"Are you questioning me?" Dray said as he beared down on him. Douglas dropped his head.

"I'm sorry lord Dray," he said.

"Close the fucking door," Dray ordered moving finally into the car fully. Dray didn't wait too long diving into the tan folder about the information he wanted.

"So what's so important about that guy?" Drew asked. Dray looked towards him and Drew gulped hard. The look on Dray's face was terrifying. "I'll stop talking now," Drew said turning away from Dray hastily.

"Have you read the information in the folder?" Dray asked.

"Yes, I'm the one who wrote it. I found him not Kara," Drew answered.

"Really now," Dray put the folder down. He was incredibly intrigued.

"Yep, I was the one who found him first," Drew, continued.

"Interesting, how long have you been practicing?" Dray asked.

"Not long, males aren't really allowed to do much magic, especially me. I was shocked when Kelly and Kara came to me and asked me to do it,"

"You know they were holding you back," Dray interrupted.

"Yeah, you're right they probably were. I have a question, may I ask it?"

"Sure, doesn't mean I'll answer," Dray responded cracking that wickedly sinister smile.

"Ah…Why did you take me with you?" Drew asked.

"Well, there was a few reasons, first what I told Kara and yourself inside that dump, and secondly you're filled with ripe potential just waiting to be pushed. Your Covent doesn't see it, but I do. I'll share something with you, I'm kind of curious to see what a male witch can do. I've been on this plane a few times, and never have yet, so why not. Plus you'll help me ease the tension with the rest of your Covent; you'll be my liaison and be paid quite well for it"

"It be my honor," Drew answered with a huge smile on his face.

"Big words kid. You do know you will have to do things I doubt you will like," Dray said.

"I'll do whatever is necessary for me to prove myself to you," Drew said with a extra tone of confidence in his voice. Dray laughed.

"We'll see," He said through his laughter. "Tell me what you saw when you tried to find the boy?"

"Well it wasn't so much as what I saw as it was what I felt,"

"Well what did you feel then," Dray asked cutting him off.

"Mostly fear, but I guess that could be expected since you're after him. He's been searching for something,"

"What…what has he been looking for?" Dray cut in again his voice higher with concern.

"I don't know I just got the feeling, but when we find him I have a spell that will get him to tell you everything you want to hear,"

"We," Dray said with a smile.

"Yeah, aren't you taking me with you?"

"I think I got a better idea, but first…" Dray stopped speaking and picked up a small black box from the floor of the car. "Have you ever seen something like this before? Dray said opening the box.

"Wow, what is it?" Drew asked. Inside the box was a stone. It was a dark red, no almost black, Drew thought to himself. As he stared at it he couldn't resist reaching out and touching it. He crept his hand out slowly as if the stone would bite. Finally he it touched it, a bolt of intense feelings flowed through his fingertips and throughout his body. The stone flashed a bright red, which caused Drew to jump back; Dray closed the box instantly

"Excellent," Dray said overjoyed

"What is that thing," Drew asked again.

"It's a lifestone, sometimes called a wolfstone," Dray answered.

"Wait, I heard Kara talking, she said you wanted her to find that for you," Drew asked as he looked puzzled.

"Oh. Not this one. Your touch just proved to me what I had already guessed. It's time I find my hunter,"

"Huh," Drew was growing more confused.

"Don't worry my boy, you did good and I thank you, but you will not be coming with me. You're too valuable. As for what you will be doing for me let just say you're going to school," Dray and Drew both shared a smile. Dray instructed the drivers about his plan, and the car sped up. When they came to an airfield Drew couldn't help but to look in sheer amazement as he looked at the plane waiting for Dray. He had never seen a plane up close before. Dray stepped out of the car and Drew followed.

"You want to come don't you?"

"Yes, I do," Drew answered with excitement.

"Fine, I can make it work. So go shower when we get on the plane. I might be dead but you smell it," Dray said with a smile.

"Deal," Drew answered as he raced to the plane.

"Sir," Douglas said.

"I know, you don't need to comment again Douglas. He's very important for the ritual, and can make sure that those fucking wolves and children don't get in my way. Go find the boy some clothing," Dray said waving him off. Dray walked onto the plane to find Drew looking around the plane like a young child.

"Lord Dray we can take off whenever you're ready," The pilot said he walked past him and to the cockpit.

"Drew sit down find me the boy," Dray said pointing to a bag of stuff that was already on that marble table. Dray pulled out his phone and began to make a phone call.

"Stiles, It's Dray, put your better half on the phone," He said into the phone as soon as a voice picked up.

"What do you need master," Stiles responded in a different tone.

"I'm going to most likely be gone for awhile have some fun, but don't kill any of the ones I need,"

"Anything else master?"

"I'm going to text you the address of Allison Argent, kill the people protecting her, and let her go back to Beacon Hills so she can die. Oh, that fox bitch has the Oni under her control get her tails and you'll control them,"

"Master won't they win if I can't kill them," Stiles voiced asked from the phone.

"You won't die, just jump into Derek's body and sleep like we agreed, you already have your anker in thanks to me. You will not hurt Stiles, and you will keep him pure, do not, and I repeat this, make me have to stop you like I had to with Lydia. He's mine. I want you to personally kill Alison in front of Scott. I want him broken… I want him to give in. Do as I told you and my plan will work, his and Stiles' friendship will be on life support. Then when I bring back the other McCall I will break their bond for good, when I reveal the Stilinski and McCall family secret I'll be one step closer to my plan."

"Yes my lord," Stiles said. The phone went dead and a sick smile crept over Dray's face. "I know where he is," Drew said as soon as Dray closed his phone.

"Excellent, I think it's time Scott met his brother."

…

Derek, Aiden, Ethan and Jackson battled fiercely against the Oni, but Stiles had become fully taken over and gained control of them. Real Stiles wouldn't give up; he fought hard to get back in control from his subconscious. Alison battled alongside the wolves with the courage of a true hunter, but it seemed our young hero's couldn't beat the men of the shadows. That was until Isaac made his presence known with a thunderous roar. The Oni seemed unstoppable, even with the numbers and two alphas; still Allison found her opening and went for Void Stiles. The two traded blows and Alison wouldn't be denied the victory. Just as she was about to drive her blade into Void Stiles she caught out of the corner of her eye Isaac in dire trouble. Quickly she dropped the knife and pulled her bow. With only the speed of a great warrior she fired the weapon just as the Oni drew back his sword for a deadly blow on the fallen Isaac. The arrow landed and the Oni imploded.

(Play this song, while you read this part of the chapter, if this was on TV I'd have this song playing, Sarah Blaine- Never Get To Heaven)

"Alison!" Scott screamed as he raced towards her. Alison didn't even get to fully turn back towards Stiles before she felt the blade puncture her stomach. She gasped as Stiles pressed the blade in and up into her. The family crest markings on the blade now spilled her blood.

"Alison!" Isaac screamed as Scott raced past him catching the falling Alison. Isaac raced towards and dropped to the ground. Both he and Scott cried as they watched the woman they both loved die. Void Stiles fled without any warning.

"Scott…you are the love of my life…. I'll always love you" Alison said as she fought to take her last breath. "Isaac…I" she gasped blood seeped from her mouth.

"You're going to be ok," Scott, said lying to himself, as he pressed down on her wound trying to stop the blood. "Alison," he screamed as tears poured down his face.

"She…she's gone," Isaac said in a cold tone.

"No, Alison!" He screamed as he clutched her body in his arms. Isaac placed his arms onto Scott. Both sat their side-by-side crying over the death of Alison. The rest of the pack gathered around words couldn't express the deep sadness that everyone felt in the moments and even days after Alison's death. Even when Lydia was able to save Stiles no one could celebrate. Lydia's ability as a Banshee was able to separate Stiles and his void self, which allowed Isaac to kill evil Stiles, but Isaac and Scott couldn't even enjoy the moment as they watched void Stiles crack up into dust. Alison was gone, and they were heartbroken.

….

With everything happening and the pack's world crashing things slipped their minds. One of them was Dray. He was absent for so long that he soon was a lost thought in a sea of sadness. Logan had left a few days before the Nogitsune fully took over Stiles after receiving a phone call, he didn't even say goodbye. Mara was gone; she had left even before anyone could ask her why she came in the first place. The only thing she said to Stiles and Logan that night after she introduced herself was to call her when Dray came back, and then she left dropping a small piece of paper with her number on it. Stiles and Derek pretended there kiss never happened. Things moved on quickly, the gang was wounded bad, but only time can heal those wounds, what our hero's didn't know is that sometimes time runs out, and in these cases the clock was about to strike zero.

….

"Alison," Scott screamed as he woke up in a cold sweat. He sat there in his bed hyperventilating after waking up to the same nightmare that had plagued him since her death. He wiped the tears from his face. It had been three months since the death of Alison at the hands of possessed Stiles. The events of the battle forever scarred Scott's pack. Scott had a complete break down after Alison's death and turned to alcohol to ease his pain. If he left his bed for more than to use the bathroom it was a good day.

As for Derek, he and Isaac both left town, no one had heard from either of them. They didn't even know if they were together or even alive. Lydia, similar to Scott had become a wreck, but shockingly Jackson came to her side and become her rock. Aiden and Ethan moved on quickly from the battle with very little damage. Then lastly came Stiles. He took personal responsibility for the death of Alison; even though he wasn't himself when he used the blade, he still blamed himself. He hadn't seen Scott since Alison's funeral over two months ago, the longest in their 16-year friendship, and it killed him inside, but he couldn't face him.

The Nogitsune might have been gone, but it left Stiles broken. In one night Stiles lost his best friend, and didn't know how to fix it . He wished every night as he fell asleep that he didn't wake up and Alison would be alive. The last few days of school before summer break were horrible, Scott didn't come and everyone treated him differently. The only decent thing that happened to him since the events was the new friend he made in summer school. Scott was MIA, having someone to talk with kept his mind off Alison and everything that happened once and awhile for a few seconds. Those were the happiest points of his day.

…

As the gang slept getting ready for the first day of their senior year, a too familiar event was taking place. An evil was about to return to Beacon Hills with a whole new sense of purpose and an increasing desire to fulfill all the plans he had for Scott, Stiles and the rest of the pack. A black town car rolled past the "Welcome to Beacon Falls" sign, as the car continued to move the door flew open and a body dropped out. The car stopped and a figure got out of the car.

"It's good to be back," the figure said walking into the stream of light from the street post. It was Dray dressed in a black suit. He walked towards the moving body a few feet from the car. "You're not going to get away, but it's fun to beat on you," Dray crept down and pulled the boy's hair, which forced him to look at him. His breathing was shallow, and his face was cut up pretty badly.

"Fuck you," He said in slow grunt as Dray wrenched at his hair harder. Dray laughed as he yanked the boy up. He wrenched hard and pulled his head back so he was forced to look at the town sign.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills Mason," Dray said with his normal sick sinister smile as he pulled the boy back to the town car. The boy tried to fight but he was no use. He was around the same height as Dray with an average built. Dray pushed the boy into the car.

"Let's go see your brother," Dray said as he entered the car too.