Chapter 15

When Stiles stepped through the bright light, he couldn't see anything for a minute and when he was finally able to see, he wasn't where he thought he would be. It was a white room; everything in the room was white, the sofa, the table and chairs, most of it looked Victorian to him. There were no doors or windows. There was absolutely no way out and for a minute Stiles wondered if he should of stayed in the dream world.

"Where the hell am I?", he whispered.

"In your head, of course", a woman's voice floated through the room.

Stiles jumped and turned around; someone else was in here with him. He looked around the room but could fine nothing, only whiteness.

"Whose there?" Stiles asked.

For a moment there wasn't a sound, and he thought that he was only hearing voices. He shook his head dismissing it, and started to search the walls for some kind of way out.

Then he heard someone laugh, but it sounded more a cackle to him. He froze, he thought this was over and now here he was imaging voices, and it wasn't Damien or Derek.

"I wanted to see for myself what he was fighting so hard for"

He slowly turned around to confront the owner of the voice and he was surprised. Stiles could feel his jaw drop, it was a woman with the same mocha skin as Damien, lying on the sofa as if she owned the place. She was quite beautiful, she had long black hair that lay over her shoulder and she wore a long dark dress that fitted her form very well. He took a good look at her face and her eyes were glowing deep violet with a calculating look that froze him to his core, and for some reason her face was similar to Damien's it has the same strong jaw, but the softest cheeks and the same smile that could sometimes leave him breathless.

"Who are you?", Stiles asked in a quiet voice.

She tilted her head to the side ignoring his question, she was assessing him and for some vision he felt violated.

"What does he see in you because I don't see much?", she said as mostly talking herself and ignoring Stiles.

Stiles was confused, he didn't know this person and whoever she was she had forced her way into his mind. She had pulled him out of the world just so that she could speak to him. He walked to a chair while staring at her, not taking his eyes away from her for a second and she did the same, all the while smiling in a way that made him want to know what she was thinking.

"Well maybe it's because your eyes are doing that", he gestured to his eyes, "I know a couple of Optometrist that could check that out for you".

He was surprised yet again, she didn't get mad like he thought she was, she threw her head back and laughed. It was a laugh that could put Julia Roberts to shame in ever her best movies, it was simply beautiful and he didn't like that he was fawning over her like a fully committed fan.

She stopped laughing and gave him a look full of amusement.

"Well you are amusing I give you that?", she said with a sly smile

Stiles smiled back at her, "well, I'm glad you're amused but I want answers, who are you?, what do you what and who the hell the are you talking about?".

She lost her smile and gave him a bored and disappointed look. She took her gaze off of him and her nails were suddenly more of an interest to her. Stiles let out a deep sigh of relief, now that she was no longer look at him, he wasn't filled with that sense of himself being overwhelmed by something greater than he was.

"Well your not bright, I thought the answer would've been obvious considering your dream world seemed to revolve around him", she said while picking her nails.

Stiles eyes almost popped open and he pushed himself up from the chair in a surprising speed.

"Damien! he must be trying to get me out of here, him and the others", Stiles said in a hurry.

Stiles turned to a wall, determination in his eyes and grabbed the chair holding it high, read to try and break the wall down. He was sure everyone was doing everything to safe, he could just sit by and do nothing. He rushed towards the wall and swung the chair, closing his eyes so would get splinters in them. He didn't hear or feel the chair break against the wall.

He opened his eyes to find himself sitting back in his chair and the woman gave a look of anger that was worse than Lydia's enraged face when she couldn't find the answer to a formula fast enough.

"We weren't done talking", she said in a voice that barely contained her anger.

And suddenly he couldn't move a move at all, it was as if he was been gripped by something akin to fear and he realized that it was her, he tried to fight against her push away the feeling, but it seemed all he could gain was an inch and nothing more, he could feel his head slowly being able to move and nothing more.

She looked at him with mild surprise in her eyes and then got up out of the chair. She walked towards him and circled the chair.

"It seems that you are just full of surprises, I can see why he is fascinated with you"

Stiles grinded his teeth together in frustration, "Who are you to question what Damien feels for me?"

And she was suddenly in his face, he barely blinked and she was there, violet eyes glowing with conviction and hate.

"I am many things to him, I might even say his true mother", she said with a sly smile.

Stiles was just shocked to hear that the woman was probably Damien true mother, a part of him wondered if it was true and another part was convinced that she was lying, he knew Damien already had a mother that he hated very much.

"You're lying", he said.

She simply shrugged and stepped around him, circling his chair again.

"It matters not if you believe me and I may not know what you are, your fate remains the same, though I have to thank you", she put her face next to his and whispered to him, "if he hadn't been so adamant on saving your life he never would've unlocked the power inside of him, releasing me".

She pulled away from him and Stiles sat there in disbelief, Damien had done something to himself to save him and he was sure that Derek and the other were doing the same, risking everything to safe him. She stepped in front of him, she lifted a hand and it glowed a bright violet light.

"You and those dogs can't have him, he was mine since the day he was born"

Stiles looked at her in defiance, "He was never nor will he ever be yours", he said voice full of anger and hate.

She smiled and pointed her hand glowing with violent energy in his face, he could feel the heat from the energy, it was full of heat but he didn't flinch away from it.

"We'll see about that", she whispered.

Her hand began to glow more brightly, blinding him and the heat from the energy was rising, slowly burning him. He tried to break free from the hold she had on him but couldn't and for a second he thought this was his end. He tightly closed his eyes, hoping it was quick.

Then he heard the voice of an angel, "Get the hell away from my son, you bitch".

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Damien didn't know what to think about her, this was the first time he had met any spirit, the last time he had heard about any spirit it was said that powerful ones were sealed in the spirit world by a barrier put up long ago. It seems like that barrier was slowly breaking because here she was talking to him like normal person.

"Spirit of the forest?", he questioned.

She smiled and it was a lovely smile that only the happy young girls had. Her dress continued to move around her vines and flowers, twisting and turning to cover her.

"Yes, well this forest but besides that I have an offer for you?"

Damien immediately put himself on guard, he didn't know what the spirit wanted to offer, he had seen her power she had froze time, and that requires a lot of power, each of the Orders most powerful warlocks and witches, would need a few months at least to build up that much power. If he had to take her on, he didn't know what would happen.

"What is your offer?" he cautiously asked.

She titled her head and gave him another smile that seemed to warm his heart, he didn't know why but she was having an effect on him.

"That disgusting Crone has been infecting my forest with black magic, twisting my trees into her minions and taking my earth from me, you are here to kill her are you not?", she asked.

"If the opportunity presents itself I will, but I have something to do before that", Damien answered.

"Ahh, yes saving the boy who runs with wolves", she said with a knowing smile.

Damien was surprised to that she knew about Stiles, but he also knew he shouldn't be this was her forest after all, Stiles and the pack had been here many times and even lived here.

"Stiles?" Damien said.

Her eyes glowed when he said that, "He is quite funny and a part of my, beloved Hale pack".

Damien was confused when she started talking about the Derek's pack.

"Beloved?" he questioned.

She looked at him with surprise, "yes, all forests welcomes the wolves but they all love the Hales above all, which isn't surprising considering its lineage, it is an honor to house them, though I am sad there is only one Hale left".

She looked at Derek, there was an overwhelming sense of sadness coming from her. For a moment he wanted to console her but then she looked at him with ferocity, a conviction in her eyes that wasn't there before.

"But that is not what I wanted to talk about, you don't have much time and while I want the Crone dead, I realize that Stiles is more important, he is the key to the Hale pack becoming what it was, I will deal with the troll, you go deal with the Crone's heart"

Damien didn't know what she meant by Stiles being the key or about Derek's lineage, he wanted to ask after Stiles was saved though. He also was grateful for her help, he had been fearing that they were wasting time battling the troll.

"Thank you but I have one request, the rest of the pack is battling the Crone, are they okay?"

The Spirit's face changed to a troubled one, "They are at their limit, battling the Crone and her minions are becoming a little too much, the one called Scott is barely hanging on to what is keeping the Crone there and the witch connected is also at her limit, as soon as I release time it may start to kill him".

Damien was troubled by that, he knew that the Crone was overwhelmingly powerful now for some reason and that they wouldn't have much time when they summoned her, so he wanted to hurry and get to the heart.

Damien nodded his head, "Okay, could you cut the connection and draw the Crone here"

The Spirit smirked at him, "yes I can, goodbye Prince of The Night, I'm so glad you're on our side" and she was gone.

Damien didn't know what the hell she meant by that title, it was the first he had heard of it. The Troll was still rolling in pain, axe still in its eye and he knew that he would have to get it back.

"Damien?"

He turned around saw Derek, his eyes were full of worry. Damien smiled, Derek was worried about him for no reason.

"I'm fine, I have to go get my axe back but don't worry about the troll, it's gonna be taken care of"

He turned and ran towards the troll, it seemed that he was faster now, it barely took him a second to get to where the troll was. He jumped and he was surprised that it was a lot higher than usual, it seemed that he was stronger also. He wondered what it would have been like if he hadn't of had the increased strength and speed from the First Wolf's fang those first few days that he had worn it. He didn't think he would've been so accustom to it now.

He made it on top of the Troll's shoulder, it was still being able to move and writhing in pain. Damien quickly ran to the Troll's face, the axe had done a lot of damage being able to destroy one of its eyes, green blood was spewing everywhere. He grabbed the axe and lifted, he was surprised that he was able to take it with such ease. The Troll roared in pain and tried to swat Damien away, but he could already sense what it was going to do, he quickly jump off the Troll and walked to Derek, who sat there stunned.

The axe was covered in the Troll's blood and what he guessed were pieces of its eye. Damien swung the axe, throwing the blood and flesh onto ground, trying to somewhat cleaning it. The Troll roared behind getting up, and rushing towards them. Damien could already feel the spirit's power at work, with each step the Troll seemed to take, it was going lower and lower into the earth, as if it was quicksand and swallowing the Troll even more with each movement it made. When it had gotten close enough to them, half of its body was swallowed by the ground.

Damien looked at the Troll with pity, and started to walk away, "Come on, the Crone is on its way", he said to Derek, who stood there stunned at what he was seeing.

Derek looked at him with confusion, Damien sighed, "I'll answer your questions after we save Stiles", Derek looked at him for a moment than conceded, nodding in acceptance of his answer, "Okay" he said.

Suddenly Damien could feel that the Troll was going to make a last grab for them, he quickly got in front of Derek. Damien could feel something inside of him, a certain feeling and he expanded towards the Troll and its hand stopped as if frozen.

He was surprised by what he was doing, he had been able to stop the Troll without even touching it.

"It's one of your abilities of course, marvelous isn't it"

"What is it", Damien asked her in wonder.

"With the force of your will, you were able to stop it, it is similar to stopping time but you haven't reached that level and you can only affect living beings.", She answered and he could feel her smile when she said it.

Whatever he had done, whatever kind of power that he had gained, he liked it and he was going to use every bit of it to safe Stiles.

Vines and roots suddenly emerged from the ground wrapping around the Troll's arm restraining it and bringing it down into the earth-like quicksand that was devouring the Troll. As they walked away and towards the Crone's heart, they heard one last cry from the Troll as it was swallowed.

"Damien, how are we going to get in", Derek asked.

The dark energy had conformed into a house from the 1800's, it was protecting the Crone's heart. They walked to the door, and Damien raised the axe, "this is how were going to get in". The door suddenly disappeared, turning in to vapor. The axe was made for this, neutralizing any magic in its way.

They walked into the house and were surprised by what they saw, it wasn't the inside of a house like that thought it would be it was a wide open space with torches that had lit up when they enter. It in the middle sat a box, it was glowing a deep violet and it seemed to be tethered to a bright blue ball of light, as if it was draining energy from it.

"Hmm, that why its spells were so powerful, it was draining energy from the soul"

Damien was surprised, he didn't know what that was possible. He knew that the soul the Crone was using was that of the young girl it had killed, he could sense her in pain and crying out for help. He pulled out the crystal that Deaton had given to him and quickly went to box, that housed the heart.

When he opened the box, he could feel the dark energy exploding out. Inside the box was the heart, it wasn't flesh like he expected it was crystal and it was beating, all the while glowing with its eerie energy. There was a cord of energy attached to and blue light was slowly being pumped into the heart, making it stronger.

"That's the heart", Derek asked in amazement, one eyebrow raised.

Damien nodded his head, "apparently it is", he lifted the crystal and whispered, "exhaurire".

He could feel the same draining effect that the crystal first had when Deaton used it. The crystal pulsed and with it drew energy from the heart and making it glow with the same eerie energy. He also noticed that it was draining energy from the soul also, the light blue going into the crystal too.

Then Damien's senses went off, and he could hear a huge gust of wind coming in from the outside, the Crone was here. He saw Derek turn around, face shifting and he crouched low claws extended. "Derek, I need you to buy me sometime, the crystal hasn't gotten enough".

Derek growled as if say okay and ran towards the Crone. He put his focus back on the crystal. He could hear the battle behind him, he knew that Derek may be able to buy sometime, the crystal was weaken the Crone as it drained energy from it. More energy began to accumulate inside the crystal, he felt that he had had enough and quickly whispered, "Sigillanda".

The crystal stopped pulsing and with that the energy stopped flowing into, he quickly put the crystal into his pocket and raised his axe, ready to destroy the heart and put an end to everything, but before he could he sensed someone, coming towards him.

He quickly slashed down onto the heart, but it was blocked by a sword. He was then suddenly thrown by a kick to the side and rolled onto the ground. He looked up to see the face of his attacker and was surprised by who he saw.

"Mother", he said with surprise.

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Stiles opened his eyes to see someone standing in front of him, protecting him from the woman who was about to kill him. He looked closely at the person in front of him, she had short brown he and had moles upon her arms and she was wearing a white dress that he recognized immediately because it was the same dress that he last saw his mother in, white light shone from her.

"Mom" he said voice full of surprise and wonder.

She turned around and smiled at him, it was the smile that she had always given when he was younger. She touched his shoulder and he was suddenly able to move again, he quickly got up and stood next to her.

"Who are you to stop me, you are nothing but a lowly spirit, I am a god" the woman roared, her eyes blazed with such anger that he could feel it.

Stiles looked to his mother and she simply smiled, "I'm his mother", she turned to Stiles and put her hand on his shoulder, warmth filled his body, "Stiles this is your mind, you can push her out, I know you can".

Stiles looked at the woman that had invaded his mind, she was blazing with hatred and her dress began to blow around her. He closed his eyes and focused, he wished her gone, he could feel himself pushing her out.

"No!", she roared.

Then there was only silence, "Stiles, open your eyes", he opened them and the woman was gone, the white room had disappeared and they were in his house. He turned to his mother and looked at her, he was stunned she was as beautiful as her remembered.

"Stiles, I know you have a lot of questions, but we don't have much time, you have to wake up"

"No, I just got to see, we just got to see each other", Stiles said with tears running down his eyes.

"I know but we don't have much time", she kissed his forehead and he closed his eyes.

He could feel the dream world fading away, he could feel his mother leaving him but before he completely lost her again, he heard he whisper "I am so proud of you".

His eyes flew open and he gasped.

"Stiles!"

He turned and saw Lydia. She quickly came over and grasped his shoulders, for some reason he couldn't talk, he was choking.

Lydia look exhausted and tried to push him down, he looked around thrashing and saw that he was in a hospital. He felt a hand on his neck and tried to pry it off of him, but he was so weak.

"Stiles stay still, I'm trying to help", he recognized the voice as Deaton's.

He stayed still and felt warmth around his throat, he could suddenly breath and he took a deep breath of air. He slowly took more deep breath and calmed down a little, but he felt so weak he could barely move, he could feel his eyes closing, slowly fading away to darkness.

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