Whoa... Twice in one day! I've been crunching these chapters out. Once I start typing, I can't seem to stop.
To clarify: Anna/Summer is not Derek's cousin. They're not related.
Anna was impatient. And frightened. She wanted the old lady to look at her, to tell her it was possible. Ever since she discovered what she was, she tried to distance herself from people. But after each change, she'd find herself covered with blood, a full stomach, and a mauled body beneath her.
Disgusting.
"It's possible," the lady said, looking up from the dusty scroll.
Anna cried, happy. So happy.
All she had to do was to wait for the next blue moon and perform the ritual. Then, she'd be free.
Derek placed a mug of hot chocolate in front of her. He made it exactly the way his mom did.
"So," he said, "you can't tell me anything. Or you won't."
Summer sighed, looking away. She wrapped her fingers around the steaming drink.
"I'm so sorry, Derek." She took a sip. Delicious. "I - I just can't."
Derek took her hand, interlocking their fingers together.
"It's not that I don't trust you. I do." She squeezed his hand. She liked his touches. "But it's too soon for me."
Derek nodded, understanding. When his family was burned alive in his own home, he was so consumed with grief and anger that he lost his humanity and became the wolf. He left Beacon Hills. He left California, America... Went where ever the wolf wanted to go, did whatever it wanted. Finally, one night, he woke up from his own prison. He was starving, bloody, and... somehow ended up in Britain. He remembered freaking out when he saw a girl laying face down. He had attacked her. Derek didn't want to be with her when she woke up so he quickly ran away, leaving her alone, bleeding.
He contacted Laura and she demanded to know what he had been doing since disappearing. But he couldn't tell her. He didn't want to. He didn't want to admit to the horrors he had done.
"Maybe one day. I'll tell you everything." Summer felt Derek pull her into his arms. She liked his hugs.
She breathed deeply, trying to memorize the scent on Derek's clothes. "My daddy had a contact in Atlanta. So I visited him. Got fake papers, name, took a crash course in being a typical Georgian woman, and then came here to Beacon Hills."
Summer wrapped her arms around Derek, not wanting to let go. "But, Derek. Please... Please don't tell anyone who I am. Please don't tell anyone I'm here."
Derek tightened his hold on her. "I won't. I would never do that." He closed his eyes, loving how she felt pressed against him, her scent…
"I'll protect you," he whispered to her.
"It's a swamp gas?"
Sam nodded. "Latin name is Ignis Fatuus."
"How the hell did I not figure that out?"
"Well, you were looking in the wrong places. Will 'o the wisp is not part of were, vamp, witch myths. You just had to broaden your search. Plus, we've been doing this our whole lives."
"Yeah, so have I."
"No offense, Chris, but we're supernatural hunters," Dean said, biting into his ham sandwich. "You're just a… wermpitch hunter." He chuckled. "Get it? 'Wermpitch'? Were, vamp, wi -"
"Yeah, Dean, we get it," Sam said, exasperated. "Another hunter was already on the west coast investigating the Fatuus so we ignored the whole business." He jabbed a fork into his salad and ate. "But months passed and there was no progress. So we decided to stop by after a hunt in Arizona just to check in on Marcus who wasn't responding to -"
"Wait," Chris interrupted. "Marcus was a supernatural hunter? You know Marcus?" He was confused. His mind went back to the day they first met. Now that he thought about it, meeting Marcus was so random that it was… as if Marcus had been waiting for Chris at that gas station.
He felt guilty, realizing that all these years Bobby never did give up on Chris even after that night. Still considered him his cousin that he sent one of his hunting friends to keep an eye on him.
"Knew," Dean said, snapping Chris back to the present.
"What?"
"Knew. Marcus is dead. Sucked in one of those wispy things."
Chris closed his eyes, sad and upset. He lost a lot of friends, a lot of hunters. But Marcus' death hit him the most. Probably because he'll never get the chance to tell him how much he valued their friendship.
"Derek's not going to like this," Jackson groaned as Erica grind up against him.
"Shut up and just fuck me," she snapped.
He glared at her. "Don't tell me what to do." He pushed himself deeper into her, smirking as Erica shouted in pleasure. He could feel her walls pulse around him. Hot and slick.
His phone rang. "Shit!" he spat, reaching for his cell.
"Don't you fucking answer that," she said, menacingly. She dug her nails into his thighs, feeling blood trickled down to the back of her hand. "I swear to God, Jackson, if you answer that –"
"Shut up," he said, pushing her hands away. "And stop cutting into me." He looked at the screen and growled at the I.D. "Dammit, Stiles. What is it?"
"I need a ride."
"What?"
"I said I –"
"I know what you said!" He shuddered as he felt Erica clench around him. He moaned.
"What the… Aw, man, what the hell? Are you having sex while talking to me?"
He saw her grin. "You bitch. You did that on purpose," he mouthed to her. She winked and pulled him out. She held him in her hands and ran her tongue against his hardness. He jerked as a wave of pleasure crashed over him.
"Alright. I'll be there in five."
"Ah, thanks, man. But don't forget to –"
Jackson shut his phone and tossed it aside.
He thrust into her mouth, growling as she sucked harder. "You use your teeth again I swear I'm gonna -"
Erica shoved him down, straddling him. "No teeth. No nails. No fun." She pouted. She grabbed his length and teased her entrance with it.
"Goddammit, Erica. I don't have time for this." He grabbed her hips and shoved himself inside her, deep.
"So it says here that the Fatuum likes to mislead travelers into marshes and are associated with dead people. Tolkien mentions them, Rowling, and so does this woman... Holly Black. Milton compares Satan to the Wisp when he tempts Eve into eating the fruit. And according to Wolfgang von Goethe's The Green Snake and the Beautiful Lily, they like gold," Sam said, summarizing the website.
"Who doesn't?" Dean said, browsing through Chris' library.
The younger brother rolled his eyes at Dean. "Anyways, from what's in our Dad's journals and Bobby's records, the Fatuum is not really just that."
"Of course. Since when is the good ol' internet more than just that."
"Shut up. It's a black fog, obviously. And reading the dead people's files and interviewing their families, they were all in either Alcoholics or Narcotics Anonymous." Sam read the papers. "I'm guessing the Wisps enter these people and try to stop them from getting clean."
"Only they're not doing that," Chris said. "They're killing them."
"Yeah. And I know how the Wisps are finding them."
"How?" Dean asked.
"They were all carrying the coins you get after you pass a step."
"So?"
"So... I took a closer look at them. Using a UV light. And guess what?"
"Oh, Sam, please. The suspense is killing me," Dean said, sarcastic.
"They all had the same symbol in invisible ink. I think that's what's attracting the Wisps. So someone is handing these enchanted coins to members. That could explain why the black fog is only appearing on this coast."
"How do we kill them?" Chris asked.
"Dragon tears."
Chris stared at Sam. "Dragon?"
"Yeah."
"They're... They're real?"
"Kinda..." Sam drank his beer. "Anyways, the tears have to be hardened by age. Becomes a stone. All you have to do is grind it to powder and then burn it. The smell will lure the Wisps from miles away to the flames where they'll burn. And then die. Simple really."
"And is opening this necklace simple, too?" Chris asked, sarcastic.
"Yeah, that. I called a friend who's a... Dragon specialist... and she says you need... uh... the 'saliva of a healed human'. "
They all looked at each other, confused. "Are you sure she said saliva? Maybe she -"
"No, Chris. Saliva. Definitely saliva."
"And what did she meant by healed human?"
"Healed human. Someone who was cursed by a Supernatural. But then cured."
"You're Summer. Summer," she whispered to her reflection. "Anna's gone. You're Summer."
She combed through her damp her with her fingers and wrapped a large towel around herself. "Summer. Summer. Summer."
She glanced at the calendar by her bed. "It's a full moon tonight." She tied her hair back. "Summer. Summer. Summer." Every time before she slept, she repeated her new name. A mantra. To remind herself that she's no longer Anna. She's Summer.
She put on her nightgown and climbed into bed. "Summer. Summer. Summer. Human."
She listened the the music drifting in from the room next to hers.
"Nothing to worry about," she said. "I'm cured."
What do you guys think of the Will o' the wisps?
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