Damien POV After twelve years, he had finally been able to see his best friend, and not even Morrell or even his mother could take the feelings of happiness that had overcame him, at first he thought that Stiles would hate him for leaving, for not coming back for all these years, but Stiles was just as happy to see him as he was. Stiles still had the same hyperactive tendencies from twelve years ago, when he fell out of his chair, he couldn't stop himself from laughing, the look on his face. He was surprised about the way Stiles complimented him, that was the first time anybody had described him as having creamy mocha skin. Stiles had grew up also, he couldn't help but think, that he was cute and sexy at the same time, those big brown eyes, the brown hair that he wanted to run his hand through and that mole covered skin. He was unique. He looked around, he sensed some something outside the door, but it wasn't there now. He walked down the hallway and looked at the folders Ms. Morrell had given him, one contained his class schedule, locker number and other school-related things he really didn't care about. The other folder he decided, he would look at later. He didn't have any of his books or any other supernatural research materials and besides he didn't want to be focused on dead bodies when he could be catching up with Stiles. He walked to his next class hoping Stiles was there but sadly he wasn't. He sat down at a the only vacant seat, next to the cutest boy, besides Stiles, that he had ever seen, he could really compare him to a puppy, but when he came closer, he sensed the call of the wild around him, that meant that he was a werewolf, a beta by the feel of him, he was a part of the pack Morrell was warning him about. She did say if he could help it. The boy turned towards him and looked at him with a shy smile, "hi, I'm Isaac, you must be Damien". He was surprised, "news must spread fast, I've only been here for one class period". Isaac smiled again, damn it was infectious, he was starting to smile too, "yeah, everyone wants to know about the new hot kid that shares a last name with our resident vet". He lost his smile then, he couldn't really say that he only met his uncle once, "yeah that's about all me and the resident vet share". Before Isaac could say anything the teacher started class. But Isaac kept glancing his way the whole class, confusion on his face. XXX After class was over he walked out into the hallway and ran into Stiles, he smiled, "Hey" "Hey", the moment became a little awkward, Stiles began to blush, "So do you want to come over my house and catch up?" "Yeah, yeah that would be good, we have a lot of catching up to do", he sighed, he didn't want to lie to Stiles but he didn't want to tell him the truth either. He didn't want him involved in this kind of world, it was truly made of nightmares and horrible endings, and Stiles shouldn't never have the nightmares or get a horrible ending, not if he could help it. "OK, I live in the same house, do you remember where?" Stiles looked at him hopefully "Yeah, I do, I have to go home first step up a few things, but I'll be there" he looked him in the eyes "promise". Stiles smiled a little, and nodded, "OK" He looked over Stiles shoulder and saw the kids from his first class, "It seems we have an audience", when they saw he was looking at them, they quickly acted busy opening their lockers. Stiles turned around and sighed loudly, "Guys, lurk somewhere else", when they didn't move, "Now!", they quickly left from the hallway, sneaking glances. Stiles took a deep breath, turned around and rubbed the back of his head, his eyes couldn't help but follow the motion, god did he wish that was his hand, "sorry 'bout that, my friends can be a little nosey" "Don't worry about that, you have friends that care for you" he looked down at the ground, and whispered, "wish I had that". He then felt a hand on his arm, he looked up to see Stiles staring at him up with a look that he couldn't place, "you do, you got me", squeezing his arm lightly. Damien grabbed Stiles and hugged him, "thanks, I'm glad I came back", he took a deep breath inhaling Stiles scent. He couldn't describe it. It was uniquely Stiles. Stile hugged him back tightly, "me too", they let each go and then the bell rung, "I gotta run to class, meet up at my house at 7", Stiles started to walk backwards to class looking at him. "OK, I'll see you then and Stiles watch out" Stiles bumped into several people, apologizing and shyly looking his way again, before turning around and walking to class. He smiled and went to class himself. When his mother told him that he would be returning to Beacon Hills, he knew he needed to find a home, and he really could get any place he wanted. One of the perks of working for the Order was the money, he didn't know how but they were very well funded. When he got home, he realized the place was somewhat little, hell it could be compared to a shack, there was only one room, a bathroom with bath, and a small living room connected to the kitchen. The grey couch that he had bought could barely fit in the living room, the table was squeezed in there too, it was cramped but he liked this place. It was his. He walked down into the basement, when he bought the place he made sure the basement was bigger than the rest of the house. He needed a place to store his Order stuff, and he had stockpiled general herbs and plants, each with its own specialty and books, each detailing a different supernatural history or monster and some mountain ash. The stuff was become less and less available, he had gotten enough though, at least he'd hope. The Order didn't just train you like a hunter, they taught you to be a scholar, to use your brain more than brawn, but he liked the action more. He liked the fight the adrenaline, but he also knew to survive in this world as a human you had to know what you are facing. He sat down at the desk and pulled out the folder Morrell gave him and looked at its contents, there were pictures of a dead girl, the ME's report. He looked at the pictures of the girl first, her death was horrible, her body was twisted in impossible ways, and her body looked, drained, her eyes were missing also, there was something about the draining of her skin, he could've sworn that he saw it in one of his books. He looked at the ME's report next, there seemed to be no signs of ligature marks on her body, which meant that she hadn't struggled and with the way her body was contorted, there should have been ligature marks made physically unless, no one was touching her at the time. There was only one answer then. Magic. He still didn't know what did this, there were a number beings capable of dark magic of this caliber. He read the rest of the report, it seems the discoloring of the skin was a lack of body fluids and the eyes were forcibly removed and when dealing with dark magic, it could be a number of things, but it was most likely soul sucking. But that still didn't help, there were a number of rituals and supernatural beings that were capable of soul sucking, it wasn't much but it narrowed down the list some. He went over to the shelf and took out some books detailing rituals involving souls. He looked at the clock and saw it about time to leave, to meet up with Stiles. He sighed, got up and started to get ready. He turned on the shower and took off his clothes, and the only thing left was the shine of the wolf's fang hanging around his neck. He had gotten it from a old witch, he had helped when her granddaughter messed up a spell that caused the whole town to turned mad, she had said it was the fang of the first wolf and had some unique qualities based upon it's wearer. At first he had enhanced strength and speed, it was the abilities left over from the last wearer, he liked them really enjoyed it, then after a few days it faded away, then his new qualities came. For him it seemed that he was untrackable and sensible, by scent, magic, even his footsteps would disappear if being tracked. It came in handy when he was hiding or doing the tracking, but the problem was that he wasn't able to take it off, nor was anyone else able to, when another witch had come across him and tried to take it, she was blown off her feet. There weren't any negative effects, so he wasn't worried and when he went back to ask the witch about it, all she said was that he wouldn't turn into a wolf and that he would need it in the future, after she said that she just disappeared. He didn't know why that was the quality he had gotten, the only thing supernatural about him was the sensing abilities that he had gotten from his family. It was the only thing he liked about his family, he developed it when has training with his mother, she said that their family was an unusual case, for some reason people in their family developed sensitivity to the supernatural. He could sense magic, werewolves like Isaac and other supernatural beings, she said that they were supernatural but human. He was good at it but nowhere near as good as his mother when it came to range, her sensing ability was more wide-range, she could sense things for halfway across town, his was more accurate, the closer he got the deeper he could sense about something. If he went to the scene of what happened then he could better get a sense of what sucked the soul out of the girl, he would do it after he talked to Stiles. He took a shower and get dressed. He went and picked up some food before he went to Stiles house hoping it would it distract him from asking the hard questions, but he already knew it wouldn't. He knocked on the door, after the second knock, the door was wide open and Stiles stood there, smiling. "hey, I was wondering if you weren't going to make, thought that you had possibly gotten a flat tired and a strange man comes along offering to help you but is really going to kidnap you, then I would have to call Derek", he suddenly stopped his rant as if he was said something wrong, "I mean my Dad to find you, you know since he's the Sherriff and all", he started to blush. Damien could help but smile, Stiles was cute when he ranted, "I only stopped to get some food, and I already knew your Dad was going to be Sherriff, when you told me all those years ago" He didn't think that Stiles could get any redder but he did, and god did that make him wanna kiss him, "yea you remembered that, do you wanna come in?" He walked into the door way and stepped close to Stiles, "I remember everything you told me", he smiled when he heard Stiles breath stop and walked into the kitchen. He heard Stiles follow him after a minute and he sat down at the table and pulled the curly fries out, "I brought you your favorite, I remember you called it the greatest thing to ever be created" Stiles mouth dropped and he snatched up the fries and started to devour them, "oh my god, thank you, you will always be my favorite person", Damien's heart did a little jump when Stiles said that and he could feel himself blushing. "So…um what happened when you left?" Stiles suddenly said. So he was getting hit with the hard question first, he sighed, "I…me and my mom, went to live at a friends of her's house after what happened". Stiles seemed to be deep in thought, "What did you do all those years?", he could already feel his face harden, he had to stop it from turning into the mask of calm that he had developed over the years. "I stayed with mom, we still moved around a lot and I really didn't get to go to school, my mom home schooled me, and then some years later she got a job, at a finance company, she's the head honcho over it now, what about you?" He was deflecting and by the look on Stiles face, he knew it too. "I've been OK for the most part, after you left, my mom died sometime after from cancer, I was…" Stiles stopped and sighed, like it was hard to say, Damien reached over and held his hand, hoping that would help him through it, it seemed to work, after a while Stiles started speak again, "I was hollow, and that's when Scott, came along he helped me through it". "Well, then I'm going to have to thank Scott when I see him, he did a good job, I'm sorry for you mom. She was a beautiful woman" Damien was even more pissed that Stiles had to go through that, and he wasn't there to help him, he really hated his mother for taking him away. Stiles shook his head, "thanks I'm sorry about your dad, and that idiot can be a good friend, when it matter most, sometimes", and that struck a chord in his heart, he didn't expect anything from Stiles, just because he didn't move on that didn't mean Stiles didn't have too. Stiles looked at him, clenched his hand and look him in the eyes, "I don't blame you for not coming back, it wasn't really your choice and it wasn't your fault", and that made him happy, immensely happy. He and Stiles were getting closer, Stiles started to lick his lips and that made him want to kiss Stiles more. Then he sensed something in the house, he stopped and looked up, it was upstairs. Whatever it was, whatever it was doing here, he wouldn't let it get to Stiles. "Hey, can I use you bathroom?", Stiles looked shocked but quickly shook the look from his face. "Ummm, yeah its upstairs" Stiles looked at him weirdly when he got up. "Yeah, I know where it is", he quickly went up the stairs and looked down the hallway, whatever it was, it was in Stiles room. He crept closer and put his back to the wall and concentrated, it was a werewolf, an Alpha, it seemed. He questioned why the Alpha of the local pack would be in Stile's room. But before he could think about it a claw came from out of the doorway, he quickly ducked, the claws raked against the wall where his chest had been, he put his back against the far wall and saw the Alpha, he was tall, dark, wearing dark clothes and a leather jacket and eyes glowing red with anger. Damn he was hot, then again werewolves always are. They stared each other down, when the Alpha rushed him, he spun away from the wall, and when he turned around a sharp set of claws were quickly slicing through the air towards his face, he bent back to avoid them and quickly, went under the Alpha's arm. He had to get the Alpha away from Stiles. He ran into the room and spun around, the Alpha was in the doorway, his eyes started to grow brighter. "What are you doing here, in my territory?", the Alpha asked He had dealt with Alphas twice and he knew that you always had to be respectful, the Alpha thought that he was supernatural because of the absence of his scent. "I'm sorry, I did not inform you, I just got here earlier today, I'm visiting a friend right now and I would like it if we didn't have this conversation in his house", he spoke calmly Confusion began to show on his face, "I don't know what you are but-", he quickly stopped when he titled his head. "Derek, what are you doing up here?", he was confused now, Stiles was standing behind the Alpha and hadn't seen him yet, then the Alpha spoke and trying to block Stiles from his view in a protective way, "Stiles go back down stairs, now" Stiles then moved past the Alpha and looked him straight in the eyes, Stiles became wide-eyed "Damien I could totally explain", he looked at the Alpha, Derek, "him". Damien sighed, "how bought be both start at the beginning, how you became involved with an werewolf pack, and how I know about werewolves and the like". Stiles looked surprised, "you know about werewolves, so what was the conversation with Ms. Morrell about", and then he looked like what he just messed up, "sorry I was worried and I had just saw you, and I didn't know what was happening at time, and I really really wanted to know I mean you were like practically my best and only friend back then". Derek looked annoyed, "Stiles how do you know," he nodded at Damien, "whatever this thing is?" "Hey!" Damien and Stiles both said at the same time "I happen to be human" Damien said. Stiles yelled, "He's my best friend, stop being such a sourwolf" They both looked at each other and smiled, they heard a growl and looked over at Derek, who had his fangs out and eyes burning red. "He doesn't have a scent" and Stiles turned to him. Damien sighed "could you start first, I really would like to know how," he waved his hands around Stiles and Derek, "this happened" Stiles said, "OK it's a long story" XXX Stiles explained everything, how he found his friend had been bitten by a rogue Alpha and turned into a werewolf, how he did his best research and tried to help him control it, and how he succeeded. He was surprised that Stiles accomplished that, newly turned werewolves were volatile, dangerous, only their pack could help guide them through the change, Stiles was simply amazing. He went on to explain how they found out that the Alpha was Derek uncle, Peter Hale, who was badly burned in the fire started by Kate Argent. "Wait you're part of the Hales", Derek started to growl and Stiles put his hand on his arm. Derek seemed to calm down then, he also noticed how close they were like Stiles seemed drawn to Derek and Derek attracted him, it could be the other way, he didn't know enough to be sure. Damien didn't know what was happening between Stiles and Derek but it looked like it was something like a relationship. He was a little sad by that and confused because he could've sworn that Stiles had the same feeling he did, they were about to kiss for god's sake. Derek spoke bring Damien out of his thoughts, "What do you know" "I met you're parents, I think, when I used to live here they were going to my parents for advising on a problem they had, I was only at the first meeting so I don't know much", Damien looked at them. Stiles spoke, "Why would they go to your parents for advising unless, you're last name is Deaton which mean, you're related to Alan Deaton which also means, whatever your parents were doing for the Hales, Deaton is doing for us," Stiles looked at him for an answer, Damien nodded his head and Stiles continued, "so that must mean you're Alan Deaton's nephew". Both Derek and Stiles faces held surprise. Damien nodded his head again, both Derek and Stiles looked like they wanted more questions, "before I answer any questions which I will, I want you to keep going with the story". Stiles looked disappointed but kept talking, he told him that the Peter was killing anyone who had a part in the fire and that the Argents, him, Scott, Derek and someone named Jackson all confronted Peter, how Derek was able to kill him and take his place as Alpha. Stiles didn't stop there though, he also went on to talk about how the matriarch of the Argent clan, Gerard Argent came and declared war on all werewolves, how Derek turned three teenager trying to create a pack and it kind of backfired, Stiles also explained that more people were killed, do to Jackson being a Kanima when the bite Derek went wrong and he was being controlled by a psychopath named Matt. He told him how the Argents took over the school and Scott's girlfriend's mom tried to kill him, when Damien looked like he wanted to ask a question, "oh yeah, Allison came when Peter was killing everybody, I kinda skipped over her, She kinda went on a kill all werewolves rage, when Derek bit her mom, then she tried to kill Scott and I know Scott is kind of an idiot for falling for a hunter's daughter, but he's all in love with her or whatever", when Damien looked satisfied with that he went on. He went on to talk about how Matt took has him, Scott, their parents and Derek hostage, killing everyone in the police station and the hunters starting their attack with Allison leading the charge, they all got away apparently. He described how Gerard put his master plan into place, kidnapping him to get Scott's attention but let him go after. He wanted to hunt Gerard down when Stiles said that, then Stiles continued to explain his plan, how he was going to use Allison to get Scott, to help him get Derek to turn him, so that he could stop from dying from some kind of illness, but Scott with the help of Deaton, had betrayed him getting him to take mountain ash in place of the medicine he was supposed to be taking, so he died when he took the bite. Derek was stone-faced the whole time. Damien couldn't believe that a group of teenagers, newly turned wolves, and Alpha were able survive all of that, they were either really lucky or just…lucky. "So tell us everything" Stiles said expectantly Damien sighed, "well I guess I should start at the beginning…"