Yay! Finally another chapter! Sorry it's taken so long. I can't on the internet on my computer so it kind of sucks... A lot. But here you go! Enjoy! :) And sorry in advance for mistakes. I wrote the rest of this on my phone!
*Derek's POV*
As I stood from the bed and walked to the bathroom and glanced back over at Vivian, she had a small pout on her face, but I knew that she was only teasing. I went in, shutting the door. I didn't really have to use the restroom, it was just to come in and get something that I had bought for when we found her and to get into some actual clothes. I changed quickly and then reached into the towels and my eyes widened. Shit. I threw the towels out and the box wasn't in there. Did I move it? Did it fall? Maybe it wasn't these towels… I searched in each little cubby and pulled out every towel, lotion (that Vivian decided to keep at my house), shampoo, hair brush, gel, band aids, everything that was in there and the box wasn't there. I cursed under my breath again and stood, running a hand through my hair before walking over to the drawers in the sink and pulled them out, shifting through them until there was one left. I opened it up and sighed in relief when there was a long red box sitting there. I opened it up to reveal the necklace with the small sunstone on it. I was always taught that the sunstone was meant for protection and light.
When I closed the box again I heard Vivian yell, "No!" and my senses heightened. There was someone here and I knew exactly who it was.
I stood and ran out of the bathroom and threw the box on the bed before running into the living room where Stiles stood with Vivian there. I noticed her skin was slightly paler and the veins in her arms were a black. "Let her go!" I shouted at Stiles who only stood there and smiled before pushing her towards me, but when she turned and looked up, she tilted her head and there was something that was held in her eyes that made me know that it wasn't Vivian anymore. My eyes widened and I pursed my lips, taking a step back. "Viv?" I asked lowly.
She laughed, but not like Vivian laughed. This was full of something dark and evil. It was dulled and not a happy thing. "Vivian? No, no…" She whispered and shook her head. "This body? This isn't Vivian's anymore. This body belongs to me."
"Give. Her. Back. Now," I said lowly and clenched my fists.
She shook her head, giggling still. "Come on Derek. I'm more fun than that little, prissy bitch," she whispered and stepped closer to me, placing a hand on my chest. "We could have—" She was cut off my Stiles jerking her back with a snarl. She rolled her eyes and looked up at him. "Oh hush, I was only playing around…"
I watched with wide eyes. Stiles looked at me with a smirk. "Say good bye to the rest of your friends, Derek," he said and laughed.
I growled and flicked out my claws running at them, but my eyes widened when Vivian stepped in front of Stiles. It was still Vivian's body, if I hurt or killed it then Vivian would die as well. I stopped directly in front of them and narrowed my eyes. "That's what I thought," she said and laughed that annoying dull laugh again.
"We'll see you soon, Derek," Stiles said and took Vivian's hand before the both of them walked out.
I stood there and watched him take her with him again. This was the second time that I had let that dick take my girlfriend away from me. I shouted and punched at the wall in front of me as hard as I could, a crack forming on the concrete. I shook out my hand and stalked back into the bedroom, pacing back and forth before picking up my phone from the nightstand and calling Chris. I told him what had just happened and knew that he was just as pissed off as I was. We were going to do everything to get them back.
A few hours had passed and I was sat in the living room with a bottle of scotch that was full when I first started drinking and now it was half empty. I heard the door open behind me and looked over my shoulder, taking my claws out and growling as I stood, thinking it could be that damned Stiles, but when I saw Peter, I only rolled my eyes and sat back down, grabbing the bottle and downing some more of the bitter tasting alcohol. "Drinking Derek? That's not like you," Peter said sitting by me and grabbing the bottle from the table. "And Scotch too?"
"Shut the fuck up, Peter," I muttered harshly. I wasn't going to deal with whatever shit he had to say to me at the moment. I was already beyond belligerent.
He only chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever floats you boat, Derek. What's gotten into you?" He asked.
"Something that doesn't concern you," I said and clenched my fists.
"Oh really? Let me guess then.
Vivian and Stiles ran off together and Vivian's nogitsune is released." I shot him an angry glare and he only smirked at me. "Lucky guess then, hm?"
"How did you find out?" I spat and stood, pacing the floor. "There has to be a way to get her back."
"I have my ways and the Banshee and I have a bit of an agreement. And there is one way to get her back, but you won't like it because you'll lose your precious Vivian. Did you give her that stupid necklace you bought her by the way? I bet that was worth a pretty penny," he chuckled.
"I'm not killing her Peter!" I shouted and turned towards him. "And I didn't have a fucking chance because Stiles came and changed her and now she's fucking gone!" I slammed my fist against the table and took a deep breath, closing my eyes.
"Settle your ass down, Derek," Peter said. "Go rinse your face off or something because you look like a mess and then come back in here when you're ready to talk about actually saving her."
I looked up at him. "What?" I asked.
"I'll help you but you have to go sober up or something. I'm not going to work with you acting like a dick," He said and stood, walking over to the windows.
I stood up straight and looked at him. "Do you mean that?" I asked.
"We may not get along all the time, Derek, but yes. I do mean that I will help you find your little girlfriend. I may be heartless half the time, but…" He trailed off and just stared out the window.
I didn't want to push him any further or listen to him ramble anyways, so I walked into the bathroom and turned the cold water on in the sink, splashing my face. I heard a buzzing noise and looked around, expecting to see a fly, but when I didn't I only furrowed my eyebrows and suddenly, something snapped inside his head. I stared blankly at my reflection. Anger bubbled inside of me suddenly and I clenched my fists.
I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my keys. "Derek?" Peter questioned. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing. I'll be back later," I said and walked out the door headed towards the Argent's house.
*Scott's POV*
I had called Lydia and recruited her to help me find Stiles and Vivian. She and Aiden had been hanging out and he tagged along with us. I was sitting in the back and it felt like we had been driving around forever. I sighed and looked at her GPS and furrowed my eyebrows. She had said five minutes ago that her GPS had told her to go right. Aiden looked at it too when we had taken the same turn again. "Lydia, your GPS isn't even on," he pointed out.
Lydia's eyes widened. "I need to stop…" She said as she gripped the steering wheel tighter and pulled over in a parking lot. As she did, she looked ahead and tilted her head. "Is that…" she started.
I looked over and widened my eyes. "Holy shit it's them," I said and got out of the car and ran over. When I got to them I widened my eyes a bit and looked at the scene in front of me, Stiles was lying unconscious on the ground and Vivian was sobbing next to him as she held his hand. "Vivian, what happened?" I asked and bent next to them.
"He-He won't wake up…" She said and sniffled softly. I looked down at Stiles and shook him a bit before Vivian stood and kicked me in my side. "And after I'm done with you, you won't either…" A smirk came across her face.
"Vivian, I said wait until I opened my eyes. It adds more of an… effect," Stiles said and smirked as he sat up. Aiden was already out of the car and so was Lydia.
"What's going on here?" I asked confused.
"Oh! You haven't heard?" She said and smiled. "I'm not Vivian. Oh no, she's long gone."
"So you're…" I started but trailed off.
"Oh yes. I'm the nogitsune that you guys have been trying so hard to keep locked away," she said and smiled lightly.
"Let her go," I growled and looked at them.
"Oh, she's not escaping anytime soon. I hope you understand that," she said and giggled lowly.
I stood quickly and shifted. Aiden was by my side in the same form. We both crouched low and looked at the two nogitsunes. Lydia stood by the car still and Stiles looked over at her and then looked at Aiden. He chuckled lightly with a smile. "Oh, you want to protect her. How sweet," he said with a small pout before smiling again.
Aiden growled at him and took a step forward, but Stiles only chuckled as Vivian walked slowly over to Lydia. As she grew closer, the panic in her eyes very evident. Aiden growled at Vivian who paid no attention to him. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion as Aiden ran at her. Lydia looked at them and sucked in a breath before screeching. Aiden and I both covered our ears immediately as Vivian and Stiles fell to their knees. Stiles was the first to collapse and Vivian followed, the two now unconscious. Lydia stopped screaming and looked at the two with wide eyes and then back to me and Aiden who rushed over and enveloped her in a hug, asking if she was okay.
I walked over to Stiles and then Vivian. "We better get them somewhere…" I said.
"And tie them up," Aiden continued.
"I don't know if tying them up will do anything really," I said. "Deaton might know what to do to keep them under wraps, though."
Aiden and Lydia both nodded. Aiden helped me get them into the car and we all drove back to my house. I had called Deaton as Lydia drove and told him what had happened to meet us there, so when we reached my house, he immediately injected the two of them with something that he said would paralyze them for a little while until we figured out what to do.
We still tied them to chairs and waited until they woke up, but Stiles was the only one who woke up. He looked over at Vivian and furrowed his eyebrows and then looked to Lydia. "Do you know what you did?" He asked and I could tell he was trying to stand. He looked down at himself and then looked up at us again. "What did you do?" His eyes narrowed.
"You're paralyzed temporarily," Deaton said.
"What for?!" He shouted.
"So you don't try to escape, because I know nogistunes like you," he said and crossed his arms over his chest.
Stiles glared at him and then looked at Vivian one more time. "She's not doing good, something's wrong," he said as he looked up at us again with a frown. "She's battling inside herself."
"What do you mean?" Lydia asked.
"Her nogitsune and herself are fighting over the body," he said.
"What does that mean?" I questioned next and stepped closer to him.
"It means that one is going to lose in the long run," he said with a small frown, but a smirk returned to his face. "Oh, Aiden, by the way, have you talked to your brother recently?"
Aiden raised an eyebrow. "Um, no…" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well, I'd probably check in on him. I think he's up at the school along with Kira," Stiles said as if it were nothing. He smirked as he looked between the two and then back to Vivian and frowned again. He was worried that neither would win and the battle would end up killing her.
I looked at Aiden. "Go," I stayed simply.
Aiden glared at Stiles before rushing out. Lydia started to follow but I grabbed her arm and bit my lip. "Scott, I want to help," she said.
"You can, but I think we're going to need your help here," I said to her lightly and looked at Deaton who nodded a bit. Lydia huffed and sat in a chair with a slight frown on her face. Stiles looked between me and Deaton.
"So what's your... Plan of action?" Stiles questioned with a rather smug look on his face. I rolled his eyes and looked to Deaton who was narrowing his eyes at him.
I looked over to Deaton and chewed on my lip. "What is our plan?" I asked and Stiles smirked with a small chuckle.
Deaton thought for a moment and pursed his lips together and I could only look at him. Lydia sighed heavily and rolled her eyes before she stood and too our her cell phone and pressed it to her ear. "Lydia, eat are you-" I started to ask and looked at her.
"Shh," was all she said before turning around. "Hello? Yeah. Get over to Scott's. I don't have time to explain. Just... Do it! Fine, fine! I will." She hung up and looked back at me and Deaton. "What?"
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Peter," she sighed and huffed a bit.
"Peter?" Deaton and I both said.
"Me and him... Have a little deal..." She muttered the last part.
"You've made a deal with Peter?" I asked. "Do you really think that's a good idea? I mean... It's Peter."
"Well, he's our only hope at the moment," Lydia said. "You two are clearly coming up with nothing and seriously, someone needs to wipe that smug look off of his face before I do it myself." She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked to Stiles who was still smirking.
"Oh, I'm just watching the show, sweetheart," Stiles said.
"I have something that might help," Deaton answered and went into the kitchen before coming out with a roll of duct tape. He placed a piece over Stiles mouth and Stiles narrowed his eyes at him. "That should work for a while. Is Peter on his way?"
"Yeah," Lydia sighed and sat back down.
I looked down at Stiles, the face of him because I knew that wasn't my best friend in there. All I wanted was my best friend back.
It felt like forever until Peter finally got there. He explained that there was one thing that might work to get the nogitsune out of Stiles. It was a fight for the mind more than the body he told us, so that meant that we had to help him win back his mind. "The claw trick... The one that had taken Derek's and your memory..." I said and Peter nodded.
"That would be our best bet more than likely," he said.
"So... How do I do it? Without killing him," I asked as I looked at Stiles who was staring at the ceiling looking bored out of his mind.
"You have to look at that perspective and how you're going to find what you're looking for as well," Peter explained. "That's where Ms. Banshee will come in handy."
"What are you talking about?" Lydia asked and knitted her eyebrows together.
"If Scott taps into both yours and Stiles' heads, you could help him find where Stiles is at and get him out," he told her and Lydia pursed her lips.
"Okay... Okay. I'll do it," she said.
"Good, sit on the couch," Peter instructed. As she did he began to explain to me how to tap into the two of them. "You have to be extremely careful while maneuvering through his head because you don't know what you can trigger. Also if you jump out of it and make one bad mood... You might accidentally kill at least one of them."
I swallowed thickly before taking out my claws an looking down at them. "Okay. Careful, calm, and easy..." I whispered.
"And make the trip quick," Peter added.
I nodded and looked down at both of them. Deaton had taken the tape off of Stiles' mouth. I took a deep breath and plunged my claws into both of their necks and was plunged into darkness.
*End of POVs*
Deaton watched carefully over the three as Peter watched Vivian. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. If anything happened to this girl he had no clue what Derek was going to do. He sighed and walked over and as he was about five feet away, her eyes flew open and she started coughing and gasping for air. "Deaton!" Peter shouted as he was standing and walking over. Vivian spit something onto the floor. It was covered in blood and a weak buzzing came from it. She breathed heavily and the buzzing stopped, the bug still. "It-It's gone..." she managed to get out.
"What is?" Peter asked her and tilted her head forward. He looked her in the eye and searched them for any inkling of the nogitsune.
"The-The nogitsune. It's gone..." She took a deep breath and tilted her head back, releasing a long breath and closing her eyes.
Deaton picked the dead bug up from the floor and looked at it carefully. "How do we know it's really you, Vivian?" He questioned as he looked over to her.
"Because you're holding it in your fingers. That's the nogitsune," she said as she calmed down. "It couldn't take it..."
"Do you remember anything?" Deaton asked. "Anything from the past few hours?"
She shook her head slowly. "It's all pretty fuzzy..." She murmured and then looked over at the three and her eyes widened. "What the hell..."
"Don't disturb them," Deaton said as he walked towards her and began undoing her restraints.
"What's going on? Why is Scott digging his claws into their necks?" She questioned and looked between Peter and Deaton.
"They're trying to find Stiles, don't worry," he said and leaned in the doorway.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I was the call in," he said and shrugged his shoulders lightly.
Deaton finished and Vivian rubbed her wrists lightly after they were free. She started to stand but immediately began to sway and she fell back down onto the couch. "You need rest, I wouldn't be doing too much moving right now," Deaton told her.
Vivian nodded and leaned her head back. "Where's Derek?" She questioned and glanced at Peter.
"I'm not sure actually. He had been drinking and then I told him to sober up and I think he was going to but then... He said he had to do something..." Peter looked down. "I haven't heard from him since."
"Did you try calling him?" She asked, "Or even just texting him?" He only shook his head and Vivian rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, that's Vivian for sure," Peter said and smirked. Vivian sighed and shook her head a bit.
"Please try to get ahold of Derek..." She muttered and closed her eyes, but it didn't last long.
Lydia and Scott gasped and Scott was practically thrown back. Vivian looked at the three and scooted back against the arm of the couch. Stiles' eyes flew open and he started cough and gagging like Vivian had. Peter rushed over to Lydia and pulled her aside, growling at her angrily as Stiles fell to the ground and started throwing up gauze. Everyone stared on in disbelief. When he was done, a hand reached out. It was bandaged like the nogitsune's and soon something pulled itself out. Stiles was looking up at the bandaged figure and soon and jumped on him. Scott and Peter grabbed it and pined it to the floor as Vivian stood with wide eyes and watched on. She noticed a smile on Stiles' face and he looked at her, getting up. He crept over without anyone's notice, everyone was too worried about the bandaged creature. "Let's go..." He mumbled and Vivian knew.
"No, Sco-" she tried to scream but the nogitsune covered her mouth and dragged her out. She was still too weak to fight too hard but she struggled in his grasp as they walked out. Once again she was in the possession of the nogitsune, but this time there was no getting through to it.
So the nogitsune has captured Vivian again but Stiles isn't apart of him anymore and Vivian's nogitsune is dead. What do you think? Again I'm so sorry for it taking so long! love you all!
xxKellyn