Chapter 11

Damien POV

Damien sat down, he took a deep breath and centered himself, the seal that the witches had put on him all those years ago was powerful, he could feel it confining him. He had learned to access his sensing abilities during his mother's harsh training, they had went to an island that she said was special to their family, it had a lot of tropical plants and sandy beaches but oddly it was completely quiet not a sound.

They had been there a few days and soon enough they reached a temple, it was huge and made of stone if he had anything to compare it to it would have been an Aztec temple, it had ancient hieroglyphics that show many women in different poses and some of lions and men, some dancing and other praying. They came to an altar that showed a woman with wings and birds feet she was standing atop two female lions and owls was on each side of her.

His mother stopped and stared at it for a while and there was intense hatred in her eyes as if it had caused her harm in some way, she then turned to him.

"Our family has always been somewhat special, most of us have the ability to sense what is not known to the outside world, the things that go bump in the night, that hide in the shadows, we have the ability to sense it, some more than others, for instance your ability to sense is more focused than mine", she said staring at him intently.

"I have the ability to sense things", he asked in wonder and confusion because this was the first time that he had ever heard of it, "why didn't it work when I was getting eating by that thing", he asked.

"Wendigo, and that's because you're abilities haven't activated yet, and that why we are here, this place is very special to our family, it is where our ancestor was born and many things have taken place here", she looked as if she were somewhere else and the vacant stare he saw on her face was a new one, it wasn't the cold stare she had given him many times, it held emotion.

This place affected her so much that is made her show emotion, a very rare occurrence, he hated his mother but he didn't want to cause her pain but dwelling on the past, so he took her mind away from it.

"So how do we 'activate' my abilities?", he asked her.

She came back from wherever she had gone, and looked at him and smiled, it was different from the others it was somewhat motherly and it stunned him, "you must sit by the altar, sit and concentrate".

He went over to the altar and sat down, he closed eyes and his mother began to speak, "Our abilities do come from our heritage you could say but it is spiritual in nature", when she said this is confused him, what the hell did she mean by that, "it is not an extension of our five senses but our sixth, though sometimes it can be a combination, my brother Alan has the sight, seeing the differences and the supernatural of our world, though he has always been special".

He was about to ask her questions, he wanted to know more but she quickly spoke before he could, "now go deep into you mind block out the outside world because you are shackled to it", she whispered.

He concentrated again and slowed his breathing, he suddenly felt constricted, chained, a feeling of an intense weight was holding him, he then heard his mother whisper again, "break the chains that shackle you to this world, you may have been born into this world, but a part of you is of the next, that part is not to be shackled, release it", he knew what she meant, he always felt weird and he kind of knew why, he saw the part of him that she meant.

It was a small box that was chained tightly keeping it shut, there were many symbols and sigils on it but on the top of the box was an eight pointed star, he focused on the box, an intense feeling in his gut arose and the chains broke, the box slowly opened an intense blue light shined and he started feeling his whole being with becoming filled warmth. He could suddenly sense everything around him, his mother was like a vibration but she was so small compared to this island, the feeling of it was otherworldly and it was as if it wanted to lift his soul from his very body, and it seemed they weren't the only ones here, he could feel something dark hovering over the island.

He loved this sensation, the feelings of being able to sense everything around him, but he could still feel that something was constricting him, he was about to search out what it was but he heard his mother screaming stop.

He was soon brought out, eyes opening to see his mother's fist coming towards his face and then blacking out.

"So close", a voice whispered in his mind.

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Stiles Pov

After a while Stiles calmed down and after a while he calmed down Damien, who was worried about him, he actually wanted to take Stiles home and considering how it was in the middle of the school day he didn't know how but his boyfriend was extremely determined to take care of him.

"Stiles it's okay, we can skip the rest of the day, its fine", Damien said, he was holding his face in his hands, looking at him with concern.

Stiles shook his head and put his hands on Damien's, "no, I'm fine, it was just a panic attack and its over" he laughed but that didn't seem to make Damien any less anxious and the look on his face said he was gonna take Stiles and run school administration and policy be damned.

He looked him in the eyes that usually held happiness, now they were filled with fear, "I'm okay really".

The fear in Damien's eyes lessened a little but it didn't complete go away, it seemed that they were in their own little world, they didn't realize anyone else was in the bathroom with them until they heard the cough, their attention turned Jackson, who looked slightly disgusted.

"Could you two not have your little lover's quarrels in the men's bathroom", Jackson said.

Stiles shook his head, he wasn't going to show any weakness in front of Jackson, "If this is the men's bathroom then why are you in here?"

Jackson opened his mouth to retort but Damien spoke, "not now, Jackson", before dragging Stiles out of the bathroom, Stiles only caught a glimpse of Jackson rolling his eyes before he passed him.

Stiles went to class after the bathroom fiasco, he really didn't know what to call it, he didn't want to call it a nervous breakdown because then he would actually think that he was going crazy and he wasn't having any of that, so he told Damien to go to class and they would talk later.

He went into the classroom and sat down next to Scott, who looked at him with concern, "are you alright buddy?"

Stiles nodded his head, "just a bad lunch you know"

Scott gave him a look of confusion, "but you didn't eat anything"

He really didn't want to tell Scott anything, he would freak out and then Stiles would never hear the end of it, if it turned out to be nothing though he was sure it wouldn't.

"How's Allison?" Stiles asked

Scott completely forgot worrying about Stiles and focused on Allison, Stiles knew that if you brung up Allison that Scott would totally forget what he was talking about before.

"Oh, she is a little better but dude, it was really hard on her when her Aunt died, it killed her that she forgot, you know", Scott said sadly.

Stiles was barely listening to him, he was thinking about how it all began and it started after Scott had said something about Derek Hale, whoever the hell that was, and Scott could know something about him.

"Scott, what do you know about Derek Hale?", Stiles asked

Scott looked at him with a face full of confusion, "Ummm he was Kate's boyfriend, even though she was a little older than him"

Stiles nodded his head in earnest urging Scott to go on.

"He was lived in the Hale manor with his family, and there was some kind of electrical fire that killed the family", Scott answered.

And the same thing that happened before happened again, he saw an old and burned down house and the same man from before was standing there, he eyes were glowing red and looked to be angry and then the scene changed.

The old burned down house was no longer burnt down, it looked like it was rebuilt and Stiles had to say it look ginormous and like beautiful, he then turned and saw someone.

It was the man with the red eyes, he had some dirt and grime and his face but he was softly smiling, it wasn't a full blown smile, it was just right somehow and then he looked into the man's eyes and they were beautiful, breath taking, they were like a cascade of colors and it actually took his breath away and everything he was feeling, it wasn't what he felt with Damien, it was something stronger, real.

He was then pulled out suddenly and Scott was shaking his shoulder, looking very concerned for his mental health.

"Sorry, I didn't take enough Adderall this morning, my mind is really racing", Stile said.

It eased the look on Scotts face, but from the rest of class, he kept shooting him worried glances, Stiles didn't pay him too much mind though, he had figured out who that man was at first, he thought it was someone connected to him, but now he really knew it was Derek Hale.

The fact that he had never met that man and was having these visions of him scared the hell out of him.

But what scared him more was the fact that he felt more for Derek than he did Damien.

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Damien Pov

When he had woke up he wasn't in the temple or even on the island, he was actually in a house in the suburbs, he went to find his mother, and she was waiting in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea.

She knew he was there and all she said was, "you've been asleep too long, training begins tomorrow", in a very calm manner and walked out the kitchen.

They never did talk about the Island again, she didn't seem to want to tell him and a part of him really didn't want to know what the hell happened.

She trained him more after that and things became a little more harsher than they were before, but while they were training he slowly began to remember more and when he remembered everything from that night he made a decision, at first he was going to run away, get away from his mother and her training but when he got back his memories of that night back, he realized that he was dangerous and that he had actually killed someone at the age of five, not much of it made sense but he was determined not to turn into his mother, cold and heartless, so he stayed and learned.

He hated it but he was going to go back to Stiles whole, complete and in control.

He had played with the seal a little slow trying to get the coldness and unfeeling under control, it worked sometimes, he could sense more definitely, but he still lost sight of other things and he had only loosened the seal he never completely broke it until now.

Damien was concentrating, going deeper into himself until he heard a footstep, and hurriedly got up, grabbed a dagger from his table, he turned around and it was Monica, she was standing on the stairs smiling softly.

"How did you get in?", Damien asked, he couldn't sense her and his mother already told him she was a witch but he got no feeling from her, nothing at all, his mother must have had a hand in that.

"I heard about Stiles", she simply said.

He was in such a rush, he forgot about her, she was going to try and to stop him from breaking the seal, she was ordered to supervise him and this was a part of her orders it seemed, she knew he wasn't going to let her stop him with Stiles life hanging in the balance.

"I like him, and I want safe him as much as you do but-", she said.

"Let's get to the point of the matter because I don't have a lot of time, you're here to stop me, I won't let you, so now here's the part where you try and I kick your ass", Damien said smugly.

The reaction she got wasn't the one he expected at all, she laughed like what he said was funny, "I don't know about the ass kicking, but you're at a disadvantage already, not being able to sense me".

She was right not many humans could go up against a witch, their magic differed between each other and any spell they did was unpredictable, him being able to sense what they were doing was an advantage he had, but she was wrong about one thing.

"I may not be able to sense you, but I'm not at a disadvantage, you are because you're in my house", there was a look of surprise on her face and he whispered, "hostis intravit", the wards on his house activated, a slight glowing shining the basement.

Morrell looked up, suspicion in her eyes, and then her body being to glow, a soft white and she froze, the ward had paralyzed her, he didn't know how powerful of a witch she was so he had to hurry up and break the seal.

He turned his back for a second and he heard it, it was like glass shattering and he knew what it was, she had broken the ward, his mother was smart to cloak her from his sensing, he would of have taken her more seriously if he knew she was this powerful.

He turned and looked at her, she was straightening her leather jacket, and she looked at him, a little bit of anger in her eyes, "now that that's done with, how about I start stopping you".

Damien didn't want to fight her, he didn't have time and with the way she broke that ward, he knew he wasn't prepared, he may be able to run get some distance between them, maybe then he could break the seal, his mother had chosen her well, she knew he would underestimate her, he was never making that mistake again.

She walked closer to him, a look of extreme determination on her face, he backed up closer to the wall, when she got closer it looked like she was going to attack but then she froze and the look on her face changed to acceptance.

"I'm sorry, stopping you will only kill him, I won't get in your way", she said solemnly

Damien was confused, she was just about to kick his ass and suddenly she changed her mind, something wasn't right but he wasn't going to question it for now, he had to hurry up.

He nodded his head in acceptance, a confused look on his face and she just turned around and left.

He shook his head and got back to what he was doing before, he sat down and concentrated, centering himself, he located the seal that was weighing him down all those years ago and he could even feel it now, it was like a blanket of gravity the constantly stayed on him.

He dung deeper and he concentrated even more on the seal, trying to break it instead of loosening it this time, and the seal got stronger and he struggled to breath, it seemed to be multiplying it's effects. He clashed with the seal pushing even more and then suddenly the seal was gone, the weight on him was gone and he felt so free, he could sense everything around him the silent remaining wards around his house, the power from his weapons and he extended his reach, he could feel that something dark, had been lingering around his house and it wasn't the Crone.

He didn't care about it though it wasn't in his way and he extended his reach further, into the forest and that's when he felt it, a barrier of somekind, it held the same rotten feeling of the Crone, he went deeper and recognized all the protections that was guarding the heart, the deeper he went the stronger the rotten feeling became, he had found it.

He opened his eyes and they weren't the same color that he had before they were shining a dark blue.

He got up and pulled out a chest, it was old and wooden, he opened it to reveal, a single hand axe but it wasn't a regular axe, instead of metal there was crystal and the handle was made of mountain ash and symbols were craved into the side.

The axe was the last thing he grabbed before he left the secret treasury of the Order, it was a special axe that had seen much blood, it had the ability to nullify magic and the feeling around it was void-like, nothingness, it was created to kill magic-users and that's what he was going to use it for.

He grabbed the axe and his shotgun filled with anti-dark magic powder bullets and other supplies he felt like he would need including the crystal Deaton had given him.

He left the house and got into his truck to go to Derek's.

He was on a mission, to save Stiles and destroy anything that got in his way.

"Finally", a voice whispered in his mind.

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