Chapter 19

Stiles didn't realized what happened next, one second Damien's mom was thanking his Dad for agreeing to the fake protection duty from imaginary people for Damien, then a slight green light shined from the ring of her hand and his father was sleep.

Damien was the first to react jumping up with the knife in his hand, but then his body locked up as if caught in some type of web.

Stiles quickly moved to get out of his chair but was pushed back down by an invisible force "What the hell…"

As his father slumped over, face hitting the table first a slight snoring came from him. Gina rolled her eyes and then looked at Damien, who was trapped still trying to break free.

She smiled at him "Damien, you didn't think I was coming alone did you?"

As soon as she finished the sentence, Stiles saw what had trapped Damien, a single man was behind him. He had on a pin stripped suit with a red tie, but the most ominous thing about him was that he had no face, eyes or mouth.

Stiles looked at the two hands that kept him down; they were a pale pasty color. He looked up and saw that same thing that was holding Damien, a man with no face at all.

Stiles looked back at Gina, who was steadily staring at Damien "What the hell did you do to my Dad?"

Her eyes turned to him and Stiles felt a tremor go through his body, "Nothing, just a little sleep spell, I had to be sure that he was going to kept Damien here, I very well couldn't have him running around ruining my plans, now could I?"

"Then why not just leave, you got what you wanted I can't leave without him starting a country wide search in an attempt to find me" Damien snarled.

She only chuckled at his comment, "Yes but you're not the only reason I'm here," then she turned to Stiles and terror filled. She was here to finish what here lackey couldn't.

"Don't you fucking touch him," Damien yelled as he struggled to get out of the grasp of his captor.

Gina reached into her pocket and pulled out something unexpected, it wasn't a knife or a dagger, it was eyeballs and for a moment Stiles was confused until he remembered the girl that the Crone killed. It had taken her eyes when it took her soul.

Stiles didn't know what they would but he sure as hell didn't want to find out. He tried to get away but was held to the chair by the monstrous strength of the thing behind him.

She slowly crept towards him, each step making his heart beat faster than the last and for a moment, he thought he was gonna die. He closed his eyes in anticipation and when nothing happened for a moment, he opened one only to see her frozen while still cradling the eyes.

"Damien, your beginning to be a nuisance," she struggled to say.

Stiles looked over at Damien, who had an intense look on his face. That's when Stiles realized that Damien was the one stopping her. It must've been one of the new powers he got.

"I won't let you, touch him," Damien gasped out.

She laughed, "I don't need to touch him for what I'm doing," then she looked down at the eyes "veritatem revelare"

The eyes then began to move as if searching for something and then they focused in on Stiles. When they did Stiles felt like they were looking into his very soul and inspecting each inch of it. The green eye searching his soul then began to glow a soft white and it continued to grow until the light became blinding.

"Yes, Yes, he's the one," Gina roared with glee.

"Derek, now!" Damien yelled.

Suddenly the hands that were on his shoulders were lifted off of him and he turned just and time to see a pair of claws twist the head of the faceless man around, snapping its neck. The body fell down to reveal a fully turned Derek, red eyes blazing and fangs out.

"Incendite"

He turned around to see the thing holding Damien set on fire, it quickly let go while silently screaming in pain. As soon as Damien was let go he jump over the table over the sleep body of Jed and grabbed his mother, the eyes fell from her grasp and the bright light extinguished.

He threw her against the wall, and with a quick flash of his hand, stabbed her. She gasped in pain for a second and then laughed. It was so surprising that she was, she was about encounter death and all she was laughing.

"Stiles", he turned around to see Lydia, Allison and the Pack. Lydia ran up to and hugged him squeezing the life out of him.

"Oww… I'm ok Lyds, nice spell by the way", Stiles whispered

She pulled away and let out a sigh of relief "Thanks, how do you get in these situations?"

Stiles shrugged "I don't really know".

They both turned their attention to Damien, he stilled had his mother pinned to the wall, knife in her gut.

"This isn't enough to kill me" she whispered.

Damien nodded "I know," he didn't let go of the grasp he had on her neck, for a moment Stiles thought he saw him squeeze tighter.

"I hate you so much," she said quietly, Stiles barely heard her.

"I know now," Damien said back, he increased the pressure on her windpipe and with a flick of his wrist there was snap and everyone froze. He let her go and her body dropped to the ground, brown eyes lifeless.

Stiles couldn't believe it; the wicked witch was dead so to speak. It was over, there would no fighting Damien didn't have to worry about anything and he didn't either.

"It's over," Stiles whispered.

Damien looked at him and it wasn't the happiness that Stiles imagined that he would've had. His eyes were full of sadness and weariness.

"No, it's not" Damien said.

He shook his head and walked over to the table. He plopped down into the chair, letting out a deep breath and throwing his head back.

"Damien, she's dead, we don't have to worry about anything," Stiles said.

Damien sighed, "look at her body"

Everyone's one focused on the body and they were surprised by what they saw. The body morphed, no longer was it, Gina Deaton lying on the floor dead. It was one of the no-faced men from earlier.

As she as it did turn back, it became dust

"What the hell…" Derek said.

Damien chuckled, "It's called a homunculus and she has an army of them, what you just saw is one of their abilities, imprinting the very being of a person, making it seem as if it is them"

"Well they seem easy enough to kill," Lydia whispered.

Damien shook his head, "These were new, the older ones are more powerful"

Everyone became silent, light snoring was the only thing sounding through the house. Stiles was devastated, it wasn't over, far from it, it seemed.

"Derek, can you help me get him to his room?" Damien nodded over to Jed.

Derek snapped out of whatever thoughts he was having and went over to Jed. Damien got up and did the same, the lift him up and took him up stairs.

"Stiles…what happened?" Allison asked.

"Damien came over first to tell me he was leaving and then Dad came home and asked him to stay for dinner, It was a total surprise when Damien answers the door and she's standing right there," Stiles answered.

"At the door…she didn't like just outright attack?", Scott asked

"No She didn't…She just asked to come in and Dad came by and let her in, when we were having dinner she just put my Dad to sleep and attacked….How did you guys know to get here anyway?"

"Oh, Damien texted Derek, said you were in trouble and to get over here, then he called us, so we rushed over here," Erica answered

Stiles was glad they did, he didn't really know what she was doing but she found whatever she needed from him.

Whatever the hell it was, it wasn't good.

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Damien wasn't in the best of moods right now. Saying you were going to kill your mother is one thing but actually doing it even if it was a fake, was something totally different.

He didn't feel relieved or happy, he didn't know what the hell he felt. He just knew it hurt, even though he hated her for how she treated him during his childhood, some part of him still loved her. It really hurt to see that hate in her eyes, it pierced him, made his heart hurt to see it.

He thought himself pathetic to feel anything for her, when she was trying to kill the man that he loved but he would choose Stiles over her, always.

Damien and Derek laid Jed on the bed. Damien sighed and put on a blanket on him.

"I know what you did wasn't easy," Derek whispered.

Damien turned to him, surprised by his statement "I don't know what you mean."

Derek continued to look at him and it unnerved him, made him feel exposed, raw. Damien knew that Derek had already done what he did, he remembered Stiles tell him that Derek had to kill Peter.

"I know how it feels, I've done it before, I know doesn't make you feel any better… you know it's the logical choice when they threaten the people you care about, but it still hurts" Derek slowly approached him.

Damien took a step back, he didn't want to feel anything right now "Why do I feel so weak, like I'm betraying you, Stiles, everyone for caring"

Derek shook his head "That's because your human if you didn't care, if you didn't feel something than you wouldn't be."

Damien laughed and it was one full of anger "Then I don't want to be human…I didn't even really kill her and I feel this way, what the hell I'm going to feel after I really do it."

There was a moment of silence between them, then Derek stepped closer and put his hand on Damien shoulder "I know you say that now but I also know you don't really mean it"

Damien was about to say something when his phone ranged. Damien let out a sigh of relief, thank for the interruption. He pulled out his phone and looked at the message.

Let's meet

He knew how it was. He wasn't ready for her but he also knew that he couldn't avoid her, if his mother was after Stiles then he was going to need her more than ever.

"I'm sorry but I have to go," Damien looked at Derek, his eyes conveying how much he meant it.

Derek stepped away and nodded "Ok"

Damien walked away but then he paused by the door "Thanks."

Derek nodded and watched as he walked away.

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Damien walked down and stairs and when he reached the bottom of the steps, everyone stopped and turned to him.

He sighed and then went into the room, everyones eyes still focused on him "Stiles, your Dad is going to be ok, he's just sleeping," Stiles nodded in acceptance.

"You going somewhere?" Isaac asked.

"Umm, yeah I gotta meet someone but I have to do something first" Damien said.

Everyone in the room looked confused, they didn't know what he was going to do.

"I want to apologize for using my powers to push you guys away, I'm sorry for the things that I said, I just let these things get to my head," Damien tried to avoided eye contact, so that he wouldn't see the criticizing looks that they should be giving him.

"We have no idea what you're talking about," Jackson said.

Boyd walked next him, nodding his head in agreement, "yeah, we have no idea what you're talking about."

Stiles smiled, he saw what they were doing, they were forgiving him by not acknowledging he did anything wrong at all.

Damien chuckled "Thank you and while I would stay, I gotta go," he quickly walked to the door but stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned around to find Stiles "Hey, who are you meeting up with?"

Damien licked his lips and Stiles followed the movement, "A possible ally…are you ok, I know this wasn't the kind of night you expected?"

Stiles shook his head as if coming out of a daze "Oh, I'm fine, my Dads fine, your fine, everything is fine"

Damien chuckled at Stiles's answer, "Ok, but you don't have to be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you and Derek won't let anything happen to you either."

"Yeah, I know" Stiles replied.

Damien nodded and then grabbed Stiles, he brought him close and hugged him, arms squeezing Stiles shoulders making sure he couldn't get away. Stiles hugged him back as best he could.

Then Damien let him let go and walked away, leaving Stiles looking after him.

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When Damien arrived, he knew it was the right place. He knew her MO, he didn't exactly think a club was the right place to meet up though, not for the kind of conversation they were going to be having.

He got out of the truck and walked up to front door, pass the line of people waiting to enter. The club lights blazing through the windows, with the bright neon sign of the club blazing, Wonderland. The bouncer was the typical type, tall and powerful, dressing in only a black shirt and pants.

"Are you on the list?" he asked.

Damien knew that he wasn't, that never stopped him before "no, do I need to be?"

The bouncer stared at him for a minute as if sizing him up "No, go on in"

Damien nodded and walked pass him, a flurry of objections sounding form the line as he did. As he went in he was blinded by the club lights shining on the patrons. David Guetta's Titanium was blaring through the speakers. The dance floor was a mass of writhing bodies, there were a few dancers on pedestals and cages, and they were both men and women dressed in skimpy shorts or bras.

He moved his way through the crowd, hands and chest rubbing against him as he went. This wasn't Damien's first time in a nightclub, but he was always annoyed when he tried to make his way to the bar, he was almost always groped in some way. Damien wasn't in the mood to be groped today and so he used his power, he could feel it, a wave of negative emotion emanating from him. As soon as he released everyone moved away from him and a path to the bar was made, it was like the parting of the red sea.

He calmly walked to the bar and sat down; the bartender quickly came to him asking what he wanted to drink.

"Coke on the rocks," Damien said.

His drink was quickly served and Damien looked at it with distaste, he didn't particularly like alcohol but he knew he needed some kind of drink to get through this meeting.

He took a sip and the burning sensation that came with it immediately hit him. He sat the drink back down, his face showing his disgust with the sensation.

He then heard a chuckle "I see you still don't like alcohol," Damien turned to voice knowing instantly who it was.

She was beautiful, her long black hair flowing down her back, her fair skin shining in the red club light. She had bright brown eyes but he knew what he true eyes looked like. She was also tall and statuesque, emanating a type of presence that could make any man bow down to her, he had seen her do it.

She had on a tight black dress that showed off everything and still leaved much to the imagination at the same time.

"Mila, it's good to see you again" Damien said.

She chuckled and then stared intensely at his face, "I know your lying when you say that" she sat down next to him, crossing her legs and making every man in there look at her with desire.

Damien looked away from her, "Did you get the information I asked for?

She did answer his question, she was focusing on the wolf's fang around his neck, "That damn fang irritates me so much, I can't sense anything from you at all"

Damien scoffed, he knew she was talking about his chi, his life force, the very thing she fed off of. She was a sex demon, a very old and powerful one. When he had met her and her sisters sometime ago, in New York he didn't know what he was getting himself into.

"That's not what I asked you"

She rolled her eyes "I have some of it but I need time for everything else you asked for."

Damien nodded "Thank you, can I have it?"

She laughed and it was a vicious one "Damien, you know that wasn't the agreement"

Damien sighed, he didn't want to be reminded of the agreement. He knew he needed to do it but that didn't mean that he had to like it. "Yes, I know"

She smiled and it was the one that had brought most men to their deaths "Good, now let's dance, I love this song" Rihanna's Where have you been started to play, the whole club seemed to come alive. She grabbed his hand and pulled to him the dance floor.

She pulled him into the middle and stopped turning around swaying her hips. She beckoned him to come to her and he couldn't help to, she always had a way of pulling him in.

He moved with, step forward when she stepped back. They began to circle each, eyes locked and he began to notice everyone fade away. When the beat changed she changed with showing moves that would make even the best dancer sweat.

She thought that he couldn't keep up but he did, matching her for every move she made. She pulled him close, their bodies were together grinding, "Remember this, remember how fun it was," she whispered in his ears. The beat changed again and they separated, the people around them started to move in tune with them but Damien barely noticed them, he stayed focused on her.

The beat became fast and they began to move closer to each other, they came together and slowly the song ended, both of them where breathing heavy.

"You've changed, your eyes weren't shining blue before and you hadn't been able to do this," She whispered.

"Do what?" he asked in confusion.

She smiled softly and turned his head with a finger. He was shocked at what he was seeing, everyone in the club was on each other, much more sexual than earlier. Some were on the floor, groping each other. Others had either taken to the walls or thrown themselves on the tables and bars. The dancers were no longer dancing, instead they had begun kissing each other forgetting their jobs for lust.

"I didn't…" She turned his face back to her, her eyes glowing green. "Yes, you did if I was two hundred years younger I probably would've been overcome with lust too."

Damien shook his head and quickly went for the exit pulling her along with him. He didn't expect that particular power to come out, not how it did.

They dodged the clothes that were being thrown everywhere. When they made it outside, Damien didn't stop until he made it to truck. He took deep breaths trying to calm himself down. This why he left, she made him loose control and she relished in it, he turned around to find her leaning against the truck.

"A year, you've been gone and you can do this" She said.

Damien shook his head, "I can't control it, I'm sorry"

She laughed and stepped away from the truck, moving towards him "There's nothing to be sorry for"

She pulled him close and kissed him. It was full of lust and passion, their tongues clashed and Damien picked her up clashing into the side of the truck and that's when he felt it. He knew this feeling all too well, it was draining but he could barely feel it now, she was sucking out his life force. It was payment for her services.

When the feeling died down he knew she was done. They pulled away, both of them breathing heavy, her eyes were glowing a bright green, showing that she was energized from the feeding. "You taste soo good," she laughed and it was full of ecstasy "I didn't think you could taste better than before, what have you been doing?"

"A lot happened," he answered.

He knew that this wasn't over that he would have to get used to this from now on.

She grabbed him around the waist, hugging him tight "Let's go to your place"

Damien nodded "Ok".

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They were so tangled, he could barely get the door open. She was ripping off his clothes and he had torn he shirt open, when they made it to the bed, she had thrown him down. She kissed him, softly and slow. He remembered that she also teased him this way.

He pushed her away, breaking the kiss "I need you to make me forget for a while," he whispered.

He hadn't had the best day and his mother's face full of hate was still fresh in his mind. He didn't want to think about Stiles, how he had Derek. How he chosen Derek over him and Damien knew it was because he was broken, he wasn't good enough for him. So he wanted to forget all of it for a while and just become lost, if it was in a moment of passion then so be it.

She nodded "Ok", she bent down to kiss him again but Damien turned away.

"This doesn't mean anything and it never will," he said.

She chuckled softly "I know you're still in love with him and you always will be"

"OK"

"OK"

He pulled her to him and kissed her and they became lost in anger and passion

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OK, I'm really anxious about this chapter

So tell me what you really think about the whole Mila and Damien situation.