Chapter 9
Damien arrived at the hospital as soon as he could, when he arrived he rushed to the front desk, there was a nurse there, "where is Stiles Stilinski?", asked her in a worried tone.
The nurse looked at him and started typing on her computer, after a minute she answered him, "he is in room 204, on level 2".
As soon as the nurse had told, he ran as fast as he could to the elevator, he got in pushed the level 2 button and waited, he was glad that no one was in there with him, he was pretty sure anyone who saw him would've thought he was crazy and on drugs, when he looked at his reflection, he couldn't blame anyone who did.
His eyes were wide, and looked crazed, he couldn't be still for anything, he was constantly tapping his foot.
He didn't know what to think when Derek had told him that Stiles in the hospital because of a car accident, he was frozen for a minute, Stiles was in the hospital possibly dying the sound of Derek's voice wasn't helping because he sounded destroyed, he wanted Stiles safe, not in a hospital bed life bleeding away.
The elevator dinged signaling that he was on the floor, he stopped, he didn't know what type of condition Stiles was in, Derek had cut the call before telling him.
He decided that it didn't matter, that he would be strong for both him and Stiles.
He reached the room and walked in, Stiles was lying in the bed peacefully, a single bandage on his head, and a few scratches on his arms, he slowly walked to the bed and that's when it hit him, the same feeling of the Crone's dark magic that he felt at the place where the girl died was on Stiles.
He walked close and touched his hand, he searched deeper, the magic was clinging to him, he could feel it was like a rash that wouldn't go away, he felt this before and it wasn't good at all.
The Crone had cursed him.
"Damien", he turned and saw it was Stiles' dad, Jed.
He looked broken, his eyes were red and his face looked ten years older than when he last saw him, he looked like he already lost him.
He walked towards him and hugged him tightly, "He's gonna be ok, he's gonna be fine, I promise".
Jed hugged him back tightly, "He knows not to drive too fast, he knows", Jed let him go and looked down crying.
"when I went to the scene and saw it was his jeep, I couldn't breathe, when my deputy told me that Stiles was already at the hospital, I got here as fast as I could", he said sadly.
The door opened and Derek appeared, he nodded his head signaling Damien to come talk to him.
Damien walked towards the door and looked back, Jed was holding Stiles hand and tears were streaming down his face, he sighed and walked out, closing the door softly.
"What the hell, Derek you happen to forget to mention that the Crone had gotten to him", he asked in a hush tone as soon as he closed the door.
Derek quickly turned around, eyes flaring with red, "I was in the room with Stiles' father, it wasn't something I was able to bring up at the time", he said voice full of anger.
They stared each other down for a while before Damien let out a sigh, and turned a sitting down, "He's been cursed I don't know what kind and I don't know how to get rid of it", he told Derek in a low voice.
Derek sat down next to him gripping the arms of the arm, "I was hoping that I scared it away, that Stiles only had a concussion, I was wrong I should've", he stopped, anger showing on his face and the arms of the chairs slowly bended.
Damien could see that Derek cared about Stiles as much as he did, he wanted Stiles safe, and what was happening to Stiles was tearing him apart too, he took a deep breath, and made a decision.
Falling apart wasn't an option right now, not for him and not for Derek, Stiles needed them.
Damien put his hand on Derek's, "But you got him to the hospital as fast as you could, you called me and now we know what happened, you did right, we can still save him, We are going to save him".
Derek's grip loosed and he stared at him for a minute then his eyes became filled with conviction, and he nodded in agreement with what Damien said.
Damien pulled out his phone, and dialed a number he never he would call before, "Deaton, we need you at the hospital"
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After he called Deaton, the rest of the gang showed up, the pack and what Stiles always called the humes.
They kept glancing at the room but they were all scared to see Stiles, they were afraid of what he would look like, Lydia's eyes were watering when she had gotten there, Scott looked like he was about the have a nervous breakdown and Jackson looked stone-faced, not an emotion slipping through.
Derek's pack was worse, Isaac looked as if he had heard the saddest story known to man and Boyd for the first time since he had met him didn't have the face of calm that he usually wore, his face was full of sadness and worry, and as soon they came in they went to Derek, showing him affection and comfort.
He sighed and went to door, and knocked, "come in", he heard Jed yell.
He went in, Jed was in the same position as before, but he looked even more tired than earlier.
"Maybe you should get some sleep", Jed looked he wanted to protest, "Don't worry he won't be alone, the rest of his friends are here".
Jed nodded his head looked at Stiles one more time, he kissed his forehead, and walked to Damien.
"I will take care of him while you sleep", Jed let out a sigh of relief than left out of the room.
A few moments later they came in the emotions written on their faces ranging from surprise, and fear to sorrow and sadness.
Scott walked to his bed side , "What happened?", everyone looked to Derek.
His jaw was clenched and it looked like the words he wanted to say were too hard to say, so Damien spoke.
"The Crone attacked him while he was driving home and cursed him", Damien answered him softly.
The werewolves in the room growled and Lydia's head flew up in anger, she walked over to Stiles closed her eyes and whispered, "manfuesto".
Lines of black that were similar to vines began to appear on Stiles, some were on his arms and on his neck, but most of them were centered in his forehead closing around one eye.
Lydia wore a troubled look on her face, "this isn't good, I don't know which kind but from the eye, It's a sleeping curse".
Derek looked even more worried than before and Damien looked around at everyone, what Lydia said brought new information to what they were dealing with, he was surprised by her skill, it was only just a few days since she found out that she was a witch and she was already reading curses.
Damien smiled, Stiles was right, he just wished Stiles was awake it see how right he was.
"So we're going after the Crone right, hunting it down and making it reverse the curse, right?", Erica asked.
"Yeah, how come were not doing that right now", Isaac asked just as worried as Erica.
"Because we don't know what we're dealing with, we need more information on the curse before we decide how to act, we wait for Deaton, he can tell us more", Derek answered.
Damien nodded his head in agreement, "he's right, I've seen people who have died from curses because we didn't know too much about it, the more information we have the better our chances of saving Stiles are".
A look of understanding crossed everyone's faces, Jackson snorted, "figures Stilinski would go and get himself cursed".
There were a few smiles in the room, and for a while no one talked, the pack had started to crowd around Stiles, Isaac even climbed in the bed curling around him, Erica crawled up the other side and Boyd sat at bottom of the bed, Derek had a chair by Stiles bed and was gripping his hand.
Scott even grabbed a chair and sat by Stiles, Jackson and Lydia sat on the floor by the bed and Damien smiled and sat on the other side on the floor making his head resting on whatever piece of Stiles leg he could get, they wanted to be close to him, for him to be safe and comfort him.
They were quiet and they waited for Deaton to come, and give them some kind of good news.
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Deaton came in a little while later, not even pausing to notice them crowd upon Stiles like he was a pillow, he sat down his bag and everyone stepped away.
He looked at Stiles and saw the revealing spelling that Lydia had done, and everyone had held their breaths for a moment.
"I have good and bad news", he said after a while.
"Give us the bad new first", Lydia commanded.
Deaton sighed, "Well, I'm sure Lydia has already informed you that it was a sleeping curse that was inflicted upon Stiles", everyone nodded their head and Deaton continued, "well the bad news is that the sleeping curse is making him experience what he wishes for the most and slowly draining away his energy at the same time".
There was a range of emotions showing on everyone's face, Lydia is seemed to be lost in thought, Scott in pain, Jackson wore a face of extreme sadness, the pack was full of concern, and Derek looked somewhat relieved, Damien could understand that feeling, at least Stiles wasn't in any pain while they tried to figure out a way to save him.
"So what's the good news?", Scott asked him.
"The good news is that Stiles seems to have some kind of resistance, the curse's life draining effects are slower than what I have seen from this type of curse before, and I'm sure that I could slow the curse's effects also but I think with my help that he only has three days at the most before it kills him", Deaton told him with a calm expression on his face, Damien hated it but he was helping so he couldn't complain.
He was relieved that they had time also to do what they could for Stiles, "What do we need to do to break it?", he asked, everyone turned to Deaton for answer hanging on to his every word.
Deaton walked to his bag and pulled out a crystal, Damien recognized it instantly and by the look on Lydia's face she did too, it was a quartz crystal and it was expelling some kind of supernatural vibe to him, it seemed like it want to suck all the energy out of the room,
Deaton whispered, "Sigillanda", the draining feeling that was gone and Deaton handed him the crystal, "it drains magic, to activate it say exhaurire and to deactivate it say Sigillanda, I have dealt with this type of curse before, and what I need is the essence of the magic that caused it."
"The Crone's heart, you need the crystal to drain some of its magic so you can break the curse", Lydia clarified.
He looked at Derek and he had the same look of concern on his face, the pack did too.
"What's wrong, you're making that face and it's not a good one", Jackson asked.
Damien sighed, "The heart will be difficult to get to, for the pack because it will be heavily protected by wards and spells, I can go alone or take another person with me, the invisibility to magic I get from the fang I can share with another person through contact, but if I go in alone I might not get to the heart before it takes it away and we still need to find where it's at".
Derek looked deep in thought, probably thinking of another plan, he heard Lydia speak again, "I may be able to do a location spell, to find the heart", and Deaton shook his shook in rejection.
"I have already tried, there are powerful wards that prevent any other magic user for doing that", Deaton said.
Damien looked at Stiles sleeping peacefully, hopes and dreams coming true in his mind while he was slowly dying, he had made his decision, he would do anything for the boy lying in that bed.
"I can find it, we only need to worry about the plan of getting to the heart", Damien said.
It look like the pack wanted to ask him questions, but Deaton's voice roared, "NO!, I know what you plan on doing, there are other ways and you may not come back from it".
Damien looked at him, his eyes cold and face full of indifference, "I don't remember asking you, and it's fine I can handle it".
Deaton looked like he wanted to say more but before he could Derek cut him off, "ok, me and the pack will come up with a plan while you locate the heart, when you locate it call us, Lydia will you stay here and help Deaton slow down the curse"
Everyone popped out of the confused stares that they had adopted from watching Deaton and Damien's arguments, everyone nodded their as if complying with Derek's orders.
Damien gripped the crystal and walked towards the door looking at Stiles form one more time before he left.
After Damien left, the rest crowed out into the lobby, Derek was on his way out before Deaton asked him to stay, Deaton looked at Lydia, "could you give us a moment please", and Lydia nodded and left the room.
Derek stared at Deaton, he sighed and sat down, "This has something to do with Damien doesn't it?"
"Yes it does what Damien intends to do has….", he paused trying to come up with the right words, "consequences"
Derek arched an eyebrow, he wanted to know more, "what is it?"
"He intends to push his sensing abilities to their limits, removing the seal put upon him", Deaton calmly stated, he seemed to regained his composure from before.
"what are the consequences of doing that?", Derek asked.
"He will become unfeeling, focused only on what he most desires at the time, he will destroy anything in his path and though it may not seem like he can do much damage, he can", Deaton answered.
"Why does this happen?", Derek was intrigued and concerned about what Deaton was saying, if what he was saying was true, Damien could jeopardize any plan of getting to the heart and that was a problem because he was the only one he could get through the protections around the heart.
"It runs in the family, they're not many in our family that have this infliction and they keep their emotions in check to keep it from happening, Damien doesn't, I'm warning you Derek if you get in his way he may very well kill you".
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Next chapter we get some of Stiles dream world and some old friends come back to Beacon Hills after a hiatus
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