So I lied, there's smut in this chapter. But, be warned because Evil!Derek is, well, evil, so this chapter may be triggering for the more sensitive crowd or any younger viewers. Don't say I didn't warn you!

Enjoy!

It felt like it was raining. I was cold and wet and water was pouring down on me. I went to take a breath in, but got water in my mouth, making me sputter as I tried to breathe, ending up coughing as my lungs started burning. The water stopped coming down and warm hands cupped my face, wiping my hair away from where it stuck to my face. I cracked my eyes open, blinking away the water that dripped down into my eyes. My hand shakily reached up, following the arm that was attached to the hand on my face, sliding up warm skin until it met fabric, sliding along the curve of a shoulder, then along a strong neck to a jaw, stubble tickling my skin.

My vision cleared as my hand ran along the jaw, my fingers reaching upwards to find soft lips. Derek softly kissed my fingers as they ran over his lips, one hand leaving my face to wrap around my wrist, holding my hand against his face. I looked around, finding myself in the shower, in Derek's arms, still fully clothed.

"W-what-"

"Shh." Derek released my hand, cupping my face. "Stiles is gone. He disappeared after the Oni showed up."

Derek brushed his fingers across my forehead, near my hairline, making me wince in pain. He pulled his hand back, his fingers stained red. He wiped my blood on his shirt before wrapping his arms around me, standing from the shower, walking out of the bathroom, setting me down on the bed.

He turned, walking towards the laundry room and I saw the tear on the back on his shirt, the wound still open. He came back, carrying the first aid kit and a rag. He sat down in front of me on the bed, gently pressing the rag against the side of my head. I winced slightly at the pressure, a sharp pain shooting through my head.

"When Stiles showed up here...he started talking about what Nogitsune feed on. Panic, fear, chaos." I swallowed thickly, cringing a little as Derek dabbed at my forehead with an antibacterial pad. He was quick to take away my pain, gripping my hand in his own tighty. "And then he was talking about us. About what would happen if one of us died, and the amount of chaos that a soulless werewolf or witch would cause. Then, he did something to me." Derek's grip on my hand tightened as I moved slightly, holding our entwined hand in the air between us. "It was like when you take away pain, but instead, he took my fear. I felt like he was draining the life out of me."

"I know." Derek stopped me, letting my hand go to wipe the excess blood off my skin. "I could feel that. We knew he'd be here, partly because Stiles had a chessboard set up with all our names on it, and you and I were the King and Queen. I could feel your fear, and then whatever the Nogitsune did to you." He tucked some of my hair behind my ear.

"He did more than just take my fear. I could feel my power being drawn out too. I could barely use it against him. I don't ever want to be faced with that again."

Derek pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I sighed, relaxing into his hold.

"I promise I won't let anything hurt you. Never again."

Derek had insisted I get some sleep to try and regain some of my energy that the Nogitsune had stolen. He held me until I fell asleep, gently rubbing my back as we lay tangled together. I drifted off to sleep, thinking about what the Nogitsune could possibly be planning on doing, and how bad it was going to affect this town.

I woke up sometime later when the bed dipped behind me. I figured it was just Derek moving around so I shrugged it off, trying to go back to sleep. I was halfway there when soft kisses were placed along my neck, the collar of my shirt moving slightly so the kisses could move down my shoulder. His body pressed up against my back, his erection obvious through his boxers. His fingers slid along my collarbone before wrapping around my neck. My eyes shot open as he rolled me over on my back, fingers digging into my neck slightly.

"Derek?"

"Shh." His hand released my neck, sliding down to the collar of my shirt. "It's okay." His voice was different. Deeper. Though I guess I could blame that on his arousal. I gasped as he ripped my shirt down the middle, ripping the back as well so he could pull it off me. "You want this as much as I do. He leaned over me, running his nose over the skin of my neck. "I can smell it."

"Derek, stop." I put my hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away as he fiddled with the hem of my underwear. "I don't want to do this right now."

I winced as my underwear were ripped too, exposing me completely to the cold loft air.

"You're lying. I can hear the blip in your heartbeat when you say you don't want me."

"Derek, please. I do want you, just not right now. I'm tired and I just want to sleep."

I went to roll over on my side, but he grabbed me, forcing me on my back again. I stared at him wide eyed, my heart pounding as he growled down at me.

"Do you know what happens to little girls who lie?" His fingers found my clit, pressing down hard, making me gasp. "They get punished."

I could feel my body betraying me as his fingers vigorously rubbed my clit, my mind screaming no, but my body screaming yes. I knew it wasn't Derek in front of me. He would never force something like this on me. No, this was something else entirely. He almost seemed...possessed. His fingers left me for a moment, more fabric ripping before he licked a line up my slit. His body crawled up mine until we were face to face, emotionless eyes staring down at me.

"I don't want to do this Derek." I said, placing a hand on his chest. "But I'm sorry."

I pushed at his chest, but nothing happened. He didn't even move an inch. I pushed harder, trying to get him to move, trying to get my telekinesis to work, but nothing happened.

"Why aren't my powers working?" I was panicking now, pushing hard against Derek's chest.

"Shh." He ran a hand down my face. "Don't worry. Everything will be alright."

He slammed into me, not even giving me time to adjust to him before he was moving at a brutally fast pace. I couldn't make any sound come out. No screams, no cries, not even a whimper as he moved, a couple tears falling down my face. I clawed at his chest and back, hitting him, trying to escape him, anything to get away from the pain he was causing me. He lowered his body down against mine, breathing hard in my ear as his thrusts got faster, my body betraying me as he hit that spot inside me, a small cry of pleasure leaving my mouth.

"That's right." He breathed in my ear. I dug my nails into his back, breaking the skin, feeling his blood against my fingertips. "I love it when you fight back."

His hips stuttered and he pulled out of me, flipping me on my stomach, pulling me up on my hands and knees. He thrust back into me, my knees buckling at this new position. His body folded over mine, his hands coming to rest by mine on the bed. He licked my shoulder before biting down, hard. I screamed as his teeth broke my skin, his knot swelling inside me as his pace stuttered. My head fell forward, watching as small droplets of blood hit the sheets under me from where he'd bit me. I was shaking as he moaned above me, his knot locking us together. I felt his claws drag down my back lightly, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark.

I whimpered, falling forward so my face was buried in the sheets as his claws dug into my hips. He started moving slowly, tugging on the knot every time he swiveled his hips. His hand gripped my shoulder, pulling me back up as his hips moved faster. His hand wrapped around my neck, pulling me up so I was on my knees, my back pressed against his chest. His other hand traveled down my stomach to my clit, rubbing it again, making my knees buckle as his breathy moans filled my ears.

"See? I told you." He breathed as I came around him, my body giving out. "You do want it."

Hit knot deflated, but he wasn't done with me yet. He grabbed me around the middle, dropping me on the cement floor, my back making contact first, knocking the wind out of me. He hovered over me again, bending down to nip at my neck a few times.

"I'm going to need your help with something." He said to me, his hand gripping my neck once again.

He lifted me up slightly before bashing my head against the concrete floor, my world going dark.

3RD POV

Chris Argent was surprised to see Derek Hale standing at his door that afternoon, an unconscious Kayanna slumped against his slide.

"Derek, what happened?"

"I need your help." He said, walking into the apartment, dragging Kayanna with him.

He walked into the office, setting Kayanna in a chair before digging through the bag he'd brought. He pulled out the wooden cylinder, placing it on the desk. He opened it, dumping his mother's claws in his hand, before letting them fall on to the desk.

"Do you know who these belonged to?" He asked, looking to Chris who stood beside him. Chris shook his head, not really understanding what it had to do with the unconscious witch in his apartment. "These claws are all that was left of my mother, after your psychotic sister burned her and the rest of my family alive."

Chris knew there was something wrong as Derek turned to look at him, a dark look in his eyes. He reached for the gun tucked in the back of his jeans, not having a chance to grab it before Derek swung his claws at him. He didn't stand much of a chance against the werewolf, only managing to dodge a couple swings before he was knocked unconscious.

He came back to, finding himself tied to a chair, a still unconscious Kayanna next to him.

"Derek?" The werewolf appeared next to him, dousing him with lighter fluid, doing the same to Kayanna. "Okay, listen to me. Whatever's gotten into your head, this isn't the way to deal with it."

"You burn my family, I burn yours." Derek threw the empty bottle across the room. "In fact," He squatted down in front of Chris, pulling out a lighter. "I'll burn the whole building down around you." Chris blew out the lighter flame as Derek held it close to his face.

Derek grabbed his chin, fingers digging into his face, holding him there for a moment before releasing him, stepping back.

"That was Kate. You know I had nothing to do with that." Derek sat on his desk, playing with the lighter, the flame dancing in front of him. "I'm not your enemy, Derek. Not anymore."

Derek looked to him, still holding the lighter. "Yeah, you are. You and Allison. Which is why," He held the lighter close to Chris, making him back up slightly. "I'm not gonna light this yet. I'm not." He flicked the lighter closed, leaning away from Chris. "We're gonna wait until she gets home. And we're gonna let her watch."

Chris pulled desperately at the ropes holding him to the chair, but to no avail.

"What about her?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at Kayanna.

"Her?" Derek stood, grabbing the arm of the chair, dragging it in front of Chris so they were face to face. "I'm gonna let her watch you burn, then, I'm gonna do the same thing to her. Isn't that what they used to do? Burn witches alive?"

"Why? Why would you kill her?"

Derek chuckled. "Because she knows too much."

Derek moved away from the pair, pacing around behind Chris' desk, muttering to himself. Chris moved his arms slightly to grip the arms of the chair. Kayanna whimpered quietly, her head moving to the side a little.

"You're not my ally, you're a hunter." Derek said.

"You're right. I am a hunter. Trained before I could even speak, and trained others. Do you know what the first lesson we teach is? We take our children, bind them in a chair just like this. Then we wait for them to get out. Most of them, it takes hours. Others? Seconds."

Chris threw his body weight back, breaking the chair and freeing himself. Derek growled at him, already shifted into his werewolf form. Chris grabbed the gun under his desk, kicking the remains of the chair away. Derek jumped over the desk, right as Chris stood, Chris catchin Derek and putting the gun under his head. Derek roared angrily at him.

"I don't want to kill you, Derek. Don't make me kill you, please." Derek snarled before his face changed.

He backed away from Chris, coughing as he felt something rising in his throat. He coughed into his hand, a little blood along with something else coming out. He looked down at his hand, seeing a dead fly in his palm. His features returned to normal as he looked up at Chris, his mouth slightly open.

"Derek?" Chris asked, still keeping his gun trained on Derek.

Derek's eyes flicked to the left as Kayanna groaned, the chair she was still tied to creaking a little as she tried to move. Derek blinked back tears as he saw more and more of the bruises she was covered in. That he covered her in. He went to move towards her, but Chris held his hand up, stopping his movements.

Chris knelt in front of Kayanna, gently cupping her face in his hands. He lifted her head, her half open, dazed eyes staring back at him.

"Kayanna?" He asked, brushing her hair away from her forehead, where a nasty cut was dripping blood down the side of her face.

She whimpered in response, her eyes slowly becoming more and more focused. Chris could see where blood had soaked through the left shoulder of her shirt, as well as on the sides. He could see the bruises on her neck, some hickeys, some looked like finger marks. Her eyes focused on Chris as he untied her from the chair, Derek shifting nervously behind him.

Her eyes flicked upward, and Derek saw the one emotion he never wanted her to feel when she looked at him. Fear.