Okay, so this one is super short and it sucks, and the next one will be short as well, partly because I came up with this one on the fly because I had no idea what I was going to do here. I thought about combining them, but I found a good place to stop, so it ended up being shorter than I liked.
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I spent the majority of the next day in a panicked state. Derek was locked up at the Sheriff's Station, again, being falsely accused of murder, again, and all I could do was sit around and wait for someone to finally come to their senses.
"I can feel your anxiety clear across the room, sweetheart."
Unfortunately, Derek being locked up meant the only company I had at the loft was Peter.
"Why don't you just leave then? Don't you have your machinations to see to?"
"When are you people going to start trusting me?"
"Oh, let's see, after you killed your own niece, bit an innocent boy in the woods, turning him into a werewolf, killed five people, bit an innocent girl, making her believe she's crazy all to bring yourself back to life...plus if you take into account the fact that you never do anything unless you gain something in return...do you need me to continue?"
He smirked, closing his book and putting it off to the side. He stood up, slowly walking towards me, one slow step at a time.
"I knew there was a reason my nephew liked you so much. You're smart, adorable, you're not afraid to taunt a lethal predator without anyone around to save you if said predator were to attack." I had backed myself up against the table, Peter coming closer and closer to me. "But, then begs the question, is what he feels even real? I know witches at your age have no control over their powers, and what if you just so happened to slip into his mind unknowingly and coerce him into thinking you're his mate. And the worst part is, you wouldn't even know."
He was toe to toe with me now, and despite the fact that my heart was pounding like crazy, I smirked up at him. "You may be able to manipulate your way into Derek's head, but I am much harder to coerce."
Peter smirked back at me, stepping closer, placing his hands on the table behind me, trapping me in. His eyes glowed blue as he stared down at me, his canines elongating. "Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you, right here." His head lowered, his canines nipping at my throat. "Right now." He straightened up, one of his hands moving to my neck. "I bet it's driving Derek crazy, feeling your fear." He trailed a claw down my pulse. "Knowing there's nothing he can do."
I moved my hand against his chest, ready to throw him back but his hand wrapped around my neck, claws pressing just hard enough against my neck that if I even flinched, they'd dig into my skin, and I'd be a gonner.
"That's right." Peter smirked. "You can't do anything to me."
"What do you want?"
"A name. I recently found out a...small detail that had been hidden from me, and I want a name. And you, little witch, are going to get it from Lydia for me."
"What makes you think I'll help you?"
His hand tightened around my neck, his claws digging into my skin, not deep enough to break the skin, but deep enough to prove his point.
"I don't even know if my powers will work on Lydia. Yours didn't. The Kanima's didn't. What makes you think I can coerce her like everyone else?"
"You never know until you try."
Peter released me, going back to his spot on the couch, picking up his book like nothing had happened. I tried to calm my pounding heart as I grabbed my jacket and keys.
"Where are you going?" Peter asked as I walked towards the door.
"Out."
I ran down the stairs, driving away from the loft towards the Sheriff's Station. Peter was right, that young witches have a harder time controlling their powers. What if he was right about me coercing Derek? What if this whole relationship was because I didn't have control of my powers and coerced Derek into thinking we were mates? I pulled up outside of the Sheriff's station, taking a deep breath before getting out of my car. I walked in, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw Parrish at the front desk.
"Miss. Ryder."
"Deputy Parrish."
"What can I do for you today?"
"I need to see him."
"Unfortunately I can't do that, especially without the Sheriff here-"
"Let me see him."
"Right this way." I was starting to understand why my grandmother used this all the time.
I all but ran up to the cell, Derek already standing and waiting for me. I grasped his hand through the bars, already feeling more at ease around him.
"Are you alright? What are you doing here?"
"I needed to see you. Make sure you were okay. My mother's working on getting you out of here. Both of you."
"What is she going to do? Coerce us out of here? Couldn't you just do that?" Mr. Argent asked.
"I could, but you're under federal investigation. If I coerce the sheriff's station to let you out, what are they going to tell the feds? They felt like letting you out? Coercion only goes so far. And my grandmother's a powerful Supreme. If she can't get the Director of the FBI to let you out, I'm sure there's a few Senators and maybe some Supreme Court Justices she could ask nicely."
"Your grandmother knows the Director of the FBI?" Derek asked me.
"She's been around a while. You'd be surprised who she knows." I shrugged. "But you shouldn't be in here much longer." I squeezed Derek's hand.
"Be careful, okay?" Derek leaned his head against the bars, staring down at me.
"I will." I squeezed his hand one more time before leaving the Sheriff's Station.
Peter was gone when I got back to the loft, to which I breathed a sigh of relief. I made myself dinner, taking a shower before getting into bed. I read through one of Derek's books that he had lying around the loft, learning some interesting things about werewolves I didn't know before. I fell asleep with the book in hand, curling up alone in the bed.
I was in the basement again, only this time I couldn't move. I looked down, finding that I was tied to a chair. I looked around the dark basement, trying to find something that I could use to break the ties.
"You're all alone." The voice whispered. "There's no way out." I looked away as a figure came out of the darkness.
"It's just a dream." I whispered to myself.
"Is it? Or is it real?" The voice got closer. "Look at me!"
I jumped at the forcefulness of the voice, turning my head to my left. The figure was slightly hunched over, its face covered in wraps except for its mouth, which showed off sharp, silver teeth. It picked up something next to me, holding it into the dim light so I could see.
"Do you know what this particular drill is used for?" It asked me, holding it closer to my face.
"T-trephination." I was shaking as he flipped the switch, the drill starting to spin.
"And do you know what that is?"
"I-It's an ancient practice of drilling a hole in the skull, b-believed to be used for the exit, or-or entrance of spirits."
"Smart girl." It reached a hand up, its figure morphing as it did so, changing into something else. "So," I blinked at suddenly it was Stiles standing over me. His cold hand brushed the hair away from my face, holding my head still. "Shall we see what kind of spirits are in your head?" He smirked as he lowered the drill towards my forehead.
I screamed, trying to get away from him as the drill got closer and closer to my head.
I sat up in bed, still screaming as something dark washed over me, chilling me to my bones.
3RD POV
Across town, Derek was sitting in his cell at the Sheriff's Station, not bothering with sleep since there was no way he could relax that much. Especially with what he was feeling. He knew she was asleep, from the few minutes of calm, relaxation he felt, but then something changed. He could feel the faintest tint of fear coming from her. His wolf stirred inside him, not liking being caged while she was alone. Vulnerable.
Her fear rose into panic, he could almost hear her heart racing from across town, his wolf stirring even more, a growl rising in his throat. He was on his feet the second her scream reached his ears. Her panic making him anxious, his wolf snarling to be let loose, to run to his mate and hold her.
"What is it?" He heard Argent ask from the cell next to him.
"Kayanna." He said, gripping the cell bars, his eyes glowing blue.
