Chapter 17

When Damien passed out, he didn't get the usual darkness that sleep afforded. What he got was a white room, in which even the furniture was white. There was a couch, a chair and a table in between, he could describe the room as having a Victorian style, something similar to the house that he had stayed in London when he was child. He turned around looking to see if there was any way out, it looked like the room was sealed though, no way in or out.

He looked down at himself and he wasn't in the clothes that he had on when he passed out, but since he was in the dream world what did he really expect. The clothes that he had on was a plain v neck t-shirt and lounging pants and he didn't have any shoes on.

This was the weirdest dream that he had ever had to say the least, he turned around and was stunned by what he saw.

It was a woman, she was beautiful and she had violet eyes and the softest smile on her face. She had the same mocha skin as Stiles would call it as he did, but the thing that shocked him most was that she looked somewhat like him in the face. She had the same soft cheeks, strong jawline and long black hair. She had on a gentle white dress and was sitting on the couch, hands folded in her lap.

"Hello, Damien", she said softly.

"Umm, hi", he didn't know what to really say; he was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Come sit with me"

"Ok", he didn't know why he was agreeing with this person or why he felt like he could trust her. Something about her voice was oddly familiar, like he knew it but he couldn't remember who it was from.

He sat down next to her and she smiled widely at him, she carefully studied his face like she wanted to etch every single detail into memory. He shyly smiled back at her.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to meet you in person for so long and this the best way I could do it"

Damien as surprised by that, she wanted to meet him and for some reason it made him happy to hear that, "I'm sorry, I can't….I don't know who you are".

She softly smiled and laughed, Damien was even more stunned this woman laughed just like he did, but it seemed better in some ways. Her laugh trickled to a small chuckle and her eyes lit up, "Well, I thought you would know my voice, we have been speaking for a sometime, I have been guiding you, you could say"

Then Damien realized who she was, why they look so much alike and why he felt like her could trust her, she was the voice in his mind, the one that appeared after he released the seal on him. She was his ancestor.

Damien shyly ducked his head, "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize who you were, I was just surprised about this dream".

She softly smiled at him again and he couldn't help but to smile back. She made him feel something that he really never felt before and he didn't know what it was.

"It's ok, we haven't been talking long and this was the only way for you to see me, so to speak"

"I have to thank you for helping me, when I was trying to saving Stiles, if it hadn't been for you-"

"You would' been fine and you never have to thank me"

Damien was confused, she was saying that she wasn't any help at all but she was, if it hadn't been for her then he would'nt of known the troll's weak spots or how the Crone had gotten so powerful. She helped him without even asking or expecting anything in return and she was family. She was family and she cared for him, helped him when he needed, she didn't use him like his mother

Damien got up, "No, I have to, you helped me and you don't use me", Damien looked at her and she looked at him as if he were a child that she wanted to hold, "you're the only family that actually cares", he whispered.

He sighed and plopped down the couch, he was a little saddened about his mother, he did hate her but he thought that she cared for him a little at least but when he found out she was the one behind the Crone, that she attacked Stiles. He knew that she only used him for the Order and now she didn't need him anymore, she probably wanted him to suffer before she cut him off. She wanted him to suffer for something that he didn't do; she thought he caused the death of his own father.

He suddenly felt a hand on his cheek, pulling his face towards the woman's face. He looked into her eyes and only saw kindness and understanding, "I have always cared and you have never been alone, since the day you were born I watched over you".

Damien was surprised, she was a spirit and he was of her bloodline but that she watched over him and saw the way his mother was with him. It didn't feel any better having her know that.

"And I have been amazed by your strength, courageous spirit and gentle heart", she said softly

Damien was surprised and very pleased to hear her say that, it was the words that he had wanted to hear from his mother when he was younger.

"Thank you", he shyly said to her and then something weird happened the white room began to flicker like an image losing its signal, it was so quickly he almost missed because as happened it fixed itself and the white room was back.

"I thought I told you to stop thanking me", she said in a playful voice and then she looked at him with sadness in her eyes "I wish we had more time".

Damien looked at her with confusion, "what do you mean?"

She looked down and sighed, "Heaven's flame caused more damage than I anticipated, in my current state I am not able to recover as quickly"

"In your current state?"

"Yes, see this is only the part of me that is connected to your mind, the damaged cause by the fire is too much and so I must return to my main body for a while"

Damien was saddened to hear that, he was only just getting to know her, "When will you be back?"

She didn't answer him when he asked only cupped his cheek as if for the last time, "I don't know but what I do know is what you plan to do".

Damien let out a breath, "If you know then do you think it is the best way?"

She looked to be in deep thought for a moment before she answered, "The best way would be for you to wait, but I know you are stubborn so I would say yes it is".

Damien smiled "Okay, good".

"There is the subject of your powers also"

Damien didn't know what she was going to tell him so it kind made him anxious, "powers?"

She softly smiled at him, "yes, in addition to your strength, speed and the nifty freezing power there are also two powers that I know that you will have"

Damien was happy to hear that, with what he needed to do, he would need all the power he could get. He nodded for her to continue.

"One is called social magnetism, it allows you to target people change the way they feel about you, targets feel a magnetic pull towards you, even if they can't justify it, and feel immediately bonded."

Damien didn't quite know what to say when it came to this power but it seemed powerful a way to gain allies without doing anything, if used in the right way it could extremely powerful.

"Its magnetism right, so I would be able to repulse as well?"

She nodded in confirmation," yes, the effect can also be used in reverse, so that those who fall in range of your powers feel repelled and distance themselves from you, with this enemies, even armies could bow before you or become your worst enemies".

"Okay you said two, what's the other one?"

Before she said anything she blushed, "This one is for a more….. personal use you could say"

Damien blushed when she said that, it made him wonder what kind of power it would be, "Umm, okay"

"You could say it is a more powerful version of the attraction side of your magnetism power, this one is called sexual inducement"

"Sexual inducement?", if the name was anything to go by then he had already had an encounter with the power, a certain sex demon came to mind.

"Yes, you can control others sexual needs to make them essentially lustful and instantly crave sexual interaction"

This made Damien blush ever harder, "umm, where do these powers come from?"

She then started laughing hysterically like in one those Japanese cartoons when a character was embrassed, "umm, don't worry about that"

Damien chuckled, "okay, I won't for now"

"But there is something else that I want to talk to you about".

"What is it?"

"Stiles"

Damien was cautious about where she was going with this. He knew that she was the only family that he felt like he could trust but if she was going to be an enemy of Stiles, he would let her go no matter how much it would've hurt him. He nodded for her to go on.

"I know you feel….strongly about him and he feels for you too but you have to know that he will never care for you like he does the wolf", she whispered to him.

Damien got off the couch and stepped away from her. He didn't want to hear it, he knew that Stiles and Derek were close, he could see it in the way that Derek looked at him when Stiles attention was somewhere else. It was like a look of longing in his eyes, like Stiles is so close but so far away. Stiles looked at Derek the same way, a part of him knew that Stiles would never look at him that way, but he didn't want to listen.

He wanted to ignore that part of him, he wanted to listen to the part that made Stiles smile at him like he was the only person in the world.

"I don't….care, it doesn't matter if he doesn't feel the same as I do because I will always love him and that will have to be enough"

She looked at him with extreme sadness, "Oh my little Prince, love is many things and blindness is one of them, he will destroy you if let him."

Damien laughed with tears rolling down his face, "I know so I'll be blind and I'll let him"

The room then began to flicker violently around them and he knew that their time together was coming to a close. He suddenly felt a pair of warm arms around him hugging him closely.

"It seems like our time is up"

He hugged her back tightly, "yeah it does", he could feel himself being pulled away to the real world, "wait before I go what's your name?"

"Ishtar", she whispered.

Before he could say anything he was pulled away, it was like being sucked through a tube and being spit back out and he opened his eyes to a tiled ceiling and a slight headache.

He pulled himself up and found himself staring at everyone, the pack, Deaton, Derek and Stiles.

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"Umm, hi?", he said in a confused voice.

Before anyone could say anything Peter entered the room, "Sorry to interrupt your little reunion but we have a problem, someone stole the journal".

When Damien heard that he instantly knew what his mother had planned, he sighed and got of the cot, "I know who stole the journal"

Everyone looked to him, but he wasn't looking at everyone else, he was looking at Stiles. Stiles was sitting up in the bed and Derek was sitting right next to him, grasping his hand tightly, both of their lips were red. He could tell it was from kissing, Stiles had made his choice and he was hurt by it much more then he thought he would be.

"Who stoles it?"

He took his eyes off of them and looked at Lydia, "my mother, she was controlling the Crone the whole time".

Everyone wore a look of surprise, even Deaton.

Lydia looked at him with suspicion, "Your mother or do you mean your boss, the current head of operation in the Americas in the Order"

Everyone looked at him with suspicion then and he couldn't blame them if he hadn't come then they still would've had the journal and Stiles would've never been cursed.

Stiles looked at her with disgust and confusion, "What the hell Lydia, this is Damien-"

"Right, this is Damien Deaton, who despite being so nice to us, is still an agent of the Order and the Crone appeared around the same time that he came to town".

"SO, that doesn't mean anything", Stiles yelled at her in anger.

"Yes it does", everyone turned to see Scott rising out of the cot, Isaac hurried and ran over to him picking him up and kissing him.

After their small make-out session, Scott broke away, "It means that the Damien could have been working with his mother all along, he told us about the Crone, how to beat and he was the only one that could find it".

"No, I don't believe it", Stiles said.

"He was also there in the beginning, when his mother helped us hide the journal, she could've told him where it was hidden", everyone looked to Peter and one by one realization crossed their faces, the only ones who didn't say anything were Derek and Deaton.

He could feel something emanating for himself in small waves, it was like a feeling of pushing everything away, it was the repulsion part of his social magnetism power and it was affecting everyone around him turning all their thoughts against him.

Stiles was still shaking his head in denial, "Damien tell them their wrong"

Damien looked away in shame, "I…can't"

Stiles looked at him with anger, "Damien, it's not true is it?"

"It is, I was a part of her plan the whole time though it was unintentionally, I still knew she sent me here for another reason, that she was planning something but I ignored it because I so happy to be back, to see you", Damien whispered.

Everyone looked at him with hate, like they wanted every single piece of his being to be destroyed. He hated himself for not saying anything for not knocking down all theories and telling them it wasn't true but most of all he hated the look Stiles gave him, it was like his whole world was falling apart and Damien was the reason for it. But this was for the best if he was going to do what he needed to do.

Damien walked closer to the bed, wanting to console Stiles and everyone in the blocked his path, even Derek stood up, blocking him from Stiles as if he was a threat.

He stopped in his path and looked down tears trailing down his face, "I'm so sorry Stiles, I won't let her get away with it, I promise".

He walked out of the door and wiping the tears from his face. That when he ran into Stiles's father.

"Hey Damien, is Stiles awake?"

"Yeah, he is, umm you can just go in", he said wiping his eyes.

"He must've really worried you if you're crying", he said softly.

"Yeah he did" he sniffled and then he felt arms encircle him and took a moment to hug him back.

They broke away after a moment, "I'm gonna go see him now"

Damien nodded and watched him walk away into Stiles room, after he went in everyone else in the room left out, piling into the hallway. Damien quickly tried to leave without them noticing but he could feel someone close behind him.

He quickly turned and was surprised to see Derek.

He looked ashamed and sad, "I'm sorry, I didn't come to your defense, I just….felt off like I couldn't stand to be around you, and I didn't say anything because I didn't trust myself".

Damien was surprised that he had that much self-control, that he was able to sense what was happening and stop himself from acting, "It's okay, I'm glad you didn't"

A look of confusion crossed Derek's face, "why?"

"He plans on leaving", they both turned around to Deaton.

Damien rolled his eyes, if more people came he would never be able to get away, "Yes, I am"

Derek looked at him intent on knowing his answer, "why are you leaving?"

Damien sighed, "I'm going to war with my mother"

Derek looked shocked to hear this, "what, so you told everyone in there a lie, you let Stiles believe that you were a part of it?", he asked in anger.

"Yes, she hurt Stiles once because of me, because I care for him, so if I break all contact he'll be safe, you'll all be safe"

"But you won't be, it will be only you against the Order itself", Deaton calmly said.

"I know and I'll be fine, I use to work for them remember", Damien said with a smile on his face.

Deaton shook his head, "one man versus the Order, you won't win".

Damien wasn't paying attention to Deaton, he was looking at Derek, thinking about how lucky he was and how he knew that he could trust him, "I know that while I'm gone you'll take care of him"

Derek looked surprised by his words, "Damien, I know you-"

Damien shook his head, "If it was anyone else I wouldn't be saying this, you'll protect him, keep him safe, love him", he whispered.

Derek nodded his head, "you have to tell him the truth before you leave"

Damien softly smiled and walked away, leaving the both of them to their thoughts.

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When Damien got home, he sat down exhausted mentally. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, he didn't make the phone call yet, he promised himself he wouldn't but he was going to be going through desperate times. He was going to need help, he made the call and it ringed for a while, then the line picked up.

"I thought you'd never call after the last time", a soft alluring voice said.

Damien sighed, "I need your help"

"I know what you need and information on the Order isn't cheap, especially if it is about your mother"

"I know"

"Then you know my price", she said softly.

"Yes and I'm willing to go all the way"

She laughed and it still shook him to his core like it did back then, "I can't wait, its been too long love"

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Next chapter more Sterek, Stiles and Damien go head to head

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