A/N: Extra long chapter since I haven't updated in a while! So sorry, school has been extra hassling these past three weeks .The stress is getting to me.

Chapter Twenty:

History Repeating

Chapter Song: Howl by Florence and The Machine

Derek's eyes weakly blinked open. His vision was blurry; all he could see in the dark room was silhouettes. From the looks of it, he could see the shape of a body laid out on the floor. Derek had a hard time remembering what happened, and why exactly he was here…wherever here was. As the haze over his vision cleared the first thing he realized that here was in his families old cellar adjacent to the Hale house. They used to keep newly turned werewolves here when they couldn't control themselves just yet. Almost immediately after realizing where he was, he spotted the body on the ground. Her dark hair was strewn above her, some of it laid on her outstretched arm under her head. The girls make up was still basically intact, minus the leftover stain of lipstick that tainted her lips.

Katherine.

They took Katherine.

A red-hot anger swelled inside Derek's body as he stared at her. Her legs and parts of her arms were stained with dirt, no doubt from when she fell because Scott tackled her. He figured her dress was too, but it was so dark he couldn't tell. Her hair, which earlier Derek had noticed frames her face in perfect, soft curls, had fallen quite a bit. She was missing her heels too, her feet were bare and the soles were black from dirt. He had this overwhelming urge to rip Kate and the rest of the Argent family apart. He presumed the person that shot him and Katherine down in the woods, with wolfsbane-chloroform darts no less, was Kate. He had smelled her around, but he believed that wasn't the worst of his problems as Scott was chasing down Katherine in the woods, Peter's doing of course.

"Katherine." Derek dry voice spoke up. There was no response.

"Katherine, wake up!" he growled. He knew the girl wasn't dead since he could still hear a heartbeat. She was just unresponsive, like she was in a deep sleep from the amount of chloroform Kate had given her. But she had no time to stay in this sleep; they had to get out of there before Kate killed them. Derek became more frustrated as time went by and she still hadn't woken up. He had to get them both out of here. He pulled on the chains that were wrapped around his wrists but they didn't budge. They were werewolf proof, and of course Kate made sure of that before she brought them here. Damn it! He couldn't stand how weak he felt. Kate sure did know how to take down a werewolf.

"Ah, look who's finally awake." Kate's obnoxious voice drifted into the room. Derek's head peered up, he never heard the metal doors creak open. That's how weak and out of it he was. As usual, Derek said nothing. He glared at her with hatred filled eyes.

"What is she still doing on the floor?" Kate asked a bald man behind her. He didn't have time to answer, as Kate interrupted, "She's to sneaky to be left like that. Chair. Now." She demanded. The man picked Katherine up from the floor and plopped her in a chair, clamping metal restraints over her wrists and ankles. Her head fell limply to the right side.

"Don't look so angry, Derek." She pouted her lips. "This is only the beginning." Her pouty lips formed a smirk. Her and the bald man walked out of the room, closing the metal door behind them.

"Damn it Katherine, wake up!" He barked. Nothing was working, and that's what irritated him the most. Derek wasn't to sure how much time had passed, but it seemed like a while. Katherine's heart rate began increasing, signaling she was waking up. Derek was about to coax her out of her sleep until he felt something sorrowful inside him that made him stop. Katherine hated him, she made that clear at the dance. She wanted him as far away from her as possible. She still believed that he had used her. The groan Katherine made was so quiet, that only Derek would catch it with his werewolf hearing. Her head lolled around and she finally inched her eyes open.

There was a weary haze that laid over my mind. I felt drugged and sluggish, like I had taken multiple sleeping pills before falling asleep last night. But, that was the thing, I hadn't remembered falling asleep last night. As the feeling returned into my numbed body, I didn't feel the soft sheets under my body, nor did I feel the warm blanket draped over me. A quiet groan left my mouth and my head rolled around to the other side. My bare feet were on something cold, and it was for sure not my bed. My eyes fluttered open and it took me a moment for my vision to register with my mind. The room was dark and stuffy. The air was damp. My eyes landed on a shirtless Derek. There was a light shining on him, which emphasized the glistening of sweat on his chest. His arms hunt above his head clamped into large shackles, which were chained to some kind of metal gate. Its columns were rusting away. There were bunches of wires taped to his side closest to me. It wrapped around one of the rusty columns and behind me. I tried to move my arms but I couldn't. My eyes trailed down and I saw shackles restrained them. My breathing became heavier and heavier. I rattled my wrists into the arms of the chair but to my dissatisfaction, they wouldn't budge. Derek hadn't looked at me once, he was staring up at the ceiling. There was no doubt he had heard me awake with his wolf senses.

"Derek?" I managed to control my breathing. I looked around the room. To the right of me was some metal contraption that's wires were connected to Derek.

"What's going on? Where are we?" I asked. Why wasn't he answering me?

"We're in a cellar below my house." He vaguely said.

"What? Why are we here?" I tried rattling the shackles again.

"Stop," he ordered, "if I can't get out of them, you sure can't." For once, I listened to him.

"Why can't you get out?"

"They shot me with wolfsbane, I'm to weak." Derek was never to weak.

"Someone shot us down in the woods," I remembered, "why'd they take us here?"

"I don't know." He looked down to the floor. He wouldn't make eye contact with me.

"You're lying," my voice cracked, "look at me and tell me the truth." He looked over to me. His jaw clenched and a look of sympathy crossed his face. Our attention was focused on the sound of a lock clicking against the door.

"Don't say anything." Derek warned. The door opened and a figure came walking through. It gave away that she was a woman by her heeled boots clicking. As she grew closer, panic gripped my heart. Once her face was visible, I felt a terror so intense I lost my voice. A smug smile played on Kate Argent's lips. Every inch of my body drop in distress. Kate was the one who shot us down.

"Welcome back, Katherine. Finally, it's about time, I thought you were going to miss all the fun." A hard lump formed in my throat.

"I thought I was going to have only poor little Derek to play with." She trailed a finger along Derek's jaw line but she took it away just as he snapped at her.

"Bad dog." She scolded with a vicious laugh and playfully slapped Derek on the cheek. She turned back to me.

"Oh don't look at me with those judgy little eyes. You knew this was bound to happen." Kate walked over to me and crouched down to my level.

"What do you know about werewolves?" Her green eyes narrowed on me.

"I know not to pet one." I replied, a one sided, sarcastic smile appearing on my lips. She looked down to the floor, her lips scrunching up unsatisfied. She stood back up and clasped her hands together.

"Come on, Katherine, aren't we beyond this?" I didn't answer. "I'm actually quite surprised you didn't try lying about it."

"Why lie about something you clearly already know about?"

"What gave it away, was it that my brothers a hunter?"

"That, or maybe because I'm sitting chained to a chair." I growled through my teeth.

"Thank you for making my job so easy. Finding you both running through the woods, it's like killing two birds with one stone. Or should I say wolves?" Kate paused; I couldn't help but roll my eyes, beginning for this to end. "Speaking of wolves, I see you still haven't become one yet." My expression tensed, she knew. She had known this whole time. "What? You really think I thought that was a tattoo?" She laughed, "how dumb do you think I am? God I know a spiral when I see one. So when did the Alpha leave that pretty little mark on you? Was it after he attacked you at the school? Or did you two have another encounter?" Kate was shooting all these questions at me like I was planning on telling her the full story, as if I trusted her. I didn't know what to say anymore, I was too afraid to talk. What if she pulled out a gun and shot me? What if she shot Derek? "Who is the alpha? You must know since he wants you. Why would you want to protect his identity if he's trying to turn you into a monster? Wouldn't you much prefer him dead? Unless…you're not telling me because you're protecting him. Or protecting him for someone else." She eyed Derek, then it was back to me.

"You know what's funny? You keep talking to me like I trust you enough to tell you anything."

"Don't trust me, Katherine?" She cocked her head, her dirty blonde waves angling with her.

"I don't trust anyone." I flatly replied.

"Not even your pretty little boyfriend over here?" She threw a thumb towards Derek, who was staring at the floor away from us. Kate happily gasped, figuring out what was going on between us. "Trouble in paradise? Already?" Neither of us answered. Kate was satisfied with the tension between us and with a malicious 'perfect, you have fun now' she left us alone. The metal door closed behind her and we were left in the silence. Derek didn't look at me and I didn't look at him. I was staring at the fall far in front of me. My eyes were glassy but I pushed the tears behind.

"She's going to kill us, isn't she?" I spoke up.

"I'll get us out of here before she does." He coldly replied. My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. And how did Derek think he was going to get out of here? He was shot up with wolfsbane, and we were both tied down. It got quiet again and all I listened to was the thoughts buzzing around my head and Derek's shallow breathing. If we were going to die, I wanted to know the truth. And it was going to get a lot of courage for me to start talking about this.

"You just left." I quietly brought up.

"You want to talk about this now?" He growled.

"Well if we're going to die, I might as well know the truth."

"I told you, we're not going to die." He barked.

"Derek, look at the this. We're both tied down and Kate probably has three hunters out those doors with AK-47's. There's no chance of us getting out," I paused from exhaustion, "did you really not feel anything?" I looked to him.

"What?" He spat.

"You act like you don't care. Like you don't feel anything. How do you do that? I tried, but I can't. You just left. Why? I don't know what to believe anymore since your speech was pretty convincing."

"What makes you think I was lying?"

"Maybe you were, maybe you weren't. But the Derek that said that wasn't the one who I saw at the formal. He wouldn't have gone after me in the woods." Derek was caught. His head hung and he still refused to look me in the eye. He was thinking. That's all I could tell, that he had a lot on his mind.

"You deserved better than having someone like me."

"You turned your back on us when we needed you."

"You were being self destructive!" His voice rose and he finally met my gaze, "I made a deal with Peter and he broke it! Do you understand that? He broke it. He still was adding you to the pack." Derek pulled down on the chains clamped around his wrists, hoping to break them free. "I get why you hate me, I hate me too." He added in a lower voice.

"I can never hate you," I was the one this time not to look at Derek, "I tried, but I couldn't." His jaw clenched.

"You should."

"I should. But I don't." The topic submerged.

Kate came back soon after we quit talking to each other. She looked from Derek and I in amusement, seeing as we were silent.

"Let's try this again, Derek. Who is the Alpha?" She asked. Derek looked up to her, eyes burning with hatred, and kept quiet.

"I see," she pursed her lips, "guess we're doing this the hard way." She pulled down a lever to the machine to my right and turned up a dial. I could see a bright light travel down the wires all the way to Derek. He began screaming in pain, shaking the shackles around his wrists. She was sending volts of electricity through him. And with each shock, he'd cry out in pain. His screams ripped through my body like a knife. I couldn't take seeing him like this.

"Kate, stop!" I pleadingly yelled. Even if Derek hurt me probably as bad as those electric volts were hurting him, he was still Derek and I couldn't let him get hurt. She pulled down a lever and rolled the dial to off.

"Come on Derek, he killed your sister. Now either you're not telling me because you want to kill him yourself, or for some reason you're protecting him." Kate began to shuffle through his jacket and wallet. She took out a twenty, examined it, and stuffed it inside her pocket. Then she found his drivers license, which for some reason satisfied her. She walked over to Derek and put the license up to his face, grabbing his chin forcefully.

"Look at that sour face," she cooed, "Remember when people used to come up to you and say 'smile Derek, you need to smile more'. Don't you just want to kick those people in the face?" She laughed and walked away from him.

"I can think of one." He mumbled.

"Promise? Because if I thought you'd be that much fun, I'd let you go." Kate smiled devilishly towards Derek and then turned to me with that same smile plastered across her face. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. She switched the blade out and began examining the knife carefully, as if she was searching for defects.

"Katherine Hemmings." She mused, twirling the knife in her hand. To my surprise, I could see from the corner of my eye that Derek, much like me, was intently watching her every move with the weapon grasped in her hand.

"Did you know what Argent means in French? Silver. And I'm sure you know silver is harmful to werewolves. Now here's a harder question for you, do you know what Hemmings means in Scandinavian?" She paused shortly, "shape shifter. Or also known as, werewolf."

"So what makes you so special?" She now wondered, continuing to play with the knife. She wasn't going to kill me, was she? "Do you know what it's like to be a werewolf?" This began the interrogation speech. "Me neither, never want to know. But I've killed a few in my day to know they shouldn't be alive."

"What, you're going to kill an innocent human?" I asked, staring at the shiny blade. At this point, being dead might have been better than listening to her talk.

"Oh honey, of course not." She cooed, "You're anything but innocent!" She erupted into a quick giggling fit. My heart tightened in fear as she began walking towards me and finally behind my chair where I couldn't see her anymore. I frantically looked to Derek, who had his eyes on Kate.

"The night when the Alpha attacked you at school. Remember how it felt? Remember how its claws felt ripping through your skin? And all to make that little mark." I could feel the cold blade of Kate's pocketknife dig into my back, breaking skin. I pressed my lips tightly together, suppressing a scream in the back of my throat. Tears flooded to the front of my eyes but I squeezed them shut, letting the salty water back behind them. Warm liquid trickled down my back, following the blades trail.

"It's Jackson Whittemore." Derek blurted out. My head snapped up to him, my watery eyes staring at him in fear. How could he sell out an innocent Jackson?

Oh right.

It was to save me. That was when my mind realized that Derek had said that to prevent Kate from hurting me. Maybe, just maybe, he did care after all. Kate retracted the knife and walked to the front of my chair, crouching down to my level.

"Is it really Jackson?" She questioned.

"Yes." I harshly answered, mustering up the most truthful look I could. Kate cocked her head to the side. Though I thought she was taking time to evaluate my answer, she figured out I was lying. She raised her hand up and with one quick motion, all I felt was a stinging on my face. The slap, which almost felt like a punch, was so powerful it turned my head my head to the side closest to Derek.

"Now that is yet another lie. Sure Jackson Whittemore might have been my first suspicion, but I ruled him out, he's to conceided and stubborn to be part of a pack." She had a point. Kate groaned, "now you're gonna make me search for the answer." A few minutes of silence went by as Kate began looking through Derek's leather jacket and all that was contained inside it.

"Let's see. Nothing, nothing, nothing. God, I hate this detective crap." She began looking through Derek's phone but tossed it to the side in no avail.

"Are you going to torture me or are you going to talk me to death?" Derek's voice was low and weak.

"Oh sweetie, I don't want to torture you. I just want to catch up. Remember all the fun we had together?" My brows tightly pushed together. Derek knew Kate previously?

"Like the time you burnt my family alive?" He growled between his teeth. Kate giggled lightly and walked over to Derek.

"No, I was thinking more about the hot, crazy, sex we had." Kate's voice had a seductive ring to it, but that broke quickly as she grew overly happy, "but the fire thing, that was fun too!" Derek lunged at her and all she could do was laugh.

"I love how much you hate me," she whispered, "remember how this felt?" Kate bent down to his stomach and left a trail of wet kisses all the way up. I could hardly look at the sight, so turning away was my only option. Derek lunged at her yet again, fangs bared. Though I tried to turn away, I turned right back. Shocking, confused expressions were flooding my face. Derek had known Kate—let alone had sex with her? Why hadn't I known that?

"Unfortunately Derek, if neither of you are going to talk, I'm going to have to kill you." Kate turned over to me and realized the perplexed expression plastered on my face. She gasped with happiness.

"You didn't tell her about me, did you?" My eyes flickered to Derek, who shamefully looked to the floor and anywhere but at me.

"Did you tell anybody? Oh sweetie, that's just a lot of guilt to keep buried. Do you want me to explain it to you? Fill you in on the back story a little bit since Derek failed to? We used to date. Six years ago. And guess what else was six years ago."

"The fire." I realized. The missing pieces, the blank mysteries to the story began coming together. That was why Kate was involved so much, not because she was a hunter, she was the hunter. She was responsible for the deaths of innocent people. And there was no doubt in my mind that Peter was after her too. But not to turn her—to kill her.

"Correct!" She cried in joy.

"So let me get this straight, you were in your mid twenties dating a sixteen year old? That's sadistic and wrong."

"Hey, a girls got to do what a girls got to do to get information around here," she paused, "I do see Derek has a thing for history repeating itself, and girls named Katherine." She snickered. My brows furrowed, what was this woman talking about? "Kate Argent? Katherine Argent? Come on Kat, get with the picture. But it's not Derek's fault he got tricked by a pretty face. It happens! Handsome, young werewolf mistakenly falls in love with a super hot girl who just so happens comes from a family of werewolf hunters. Isn't that ironic? And you, Katherine, inveterately are helping tag down the rest of the pack just like Derek did six years ago? Its history repeating." She walked over to the electrocution machine next to me.

"History repeating." She tapped her long fingernails on the metal. My eyes trailed over to Derek, who looked like he was about to cry knowing where this conversation was headed and where it just had been. I'd never seen him like this. Not when he found out the killer Alpha was his loving Uncle nor in the flash back Peter sent me of the fire. "It isn't Jackson. He's not in love with Allison. Not like Scot is." She looked directly at me with cold and sinister eyes that were gloating with happiness that she found out who the Beta was. What she didn't realize that she was a little late.

"You obviously weren't there for the whole 'Scott-turning-in-front-of-your-brother' thing, were you? You were to busy planning this wonderful idea."

"Wow. Scott McCall—the big bad beta we've been looking for. And this whole time, he's just been right under our noses. Who knew you three could be such great liars. And hiding it from Allison? While you were her friend and Scott was her boyfriend? Oh, this is rich." She laughed.

"Are you going to keep talking or are you going to torture us?" Listening to Kate talk was like patiently waiting for my ears to bleed out.

"Oh sweetie, I really don't want to torte you…" behind us, the door creaked open with perfect timing, "but he does." A familiar faced bald man with grey stubble walked through the door and into the light. My eyes landed on the man, a playful smirk on his aging face.

"Oh my God." I whispered, recognizing this man.

"Evenin' Miss Katherine." He mocked. He was the teacher from school who I saw that night in the hallway and the one collecting tickets at the dance. He wasn't a teacher, he wasn't even a member of the school. He was a spy.