Chapter 23

Damien couldn't believe that John had captured Scott, he couldn't believe that he had found him. He had gotten too careless. This was his fault, he should had been more careful covered him tracks.

He slowly walked back to Stiles, passing the bodies of the dead soldiers, whose blood was currently staining the ground. He found Stiles pacing next to Allison, who had her rifle carefully cradled in her hand. Stiles looked at him, hope filling his eyes "Where is he?"

Damien looked away in shame "I…he got captured", he said sadly. Stiles and Allison looked shocked, but he could tell that Allison was going to be processing the information, finding out ways to get him back. The one he was worried about was Stiles, the utter shock, despair and guilt was written all over his face.

Damien carefully approached him, he shut off his own guilt knowing it wasn't going to help the situation. That it wasn't going to help Stiles. "It my fault, it's all my fault" he heard him whisper softly. Damien shook his head rejecting the notion, "no, its not and if you blame yourself now, if break down because of the guilt it won't help him".

Stiles nodded, not looking at him. Damien sighed and softly grabbed Stiles chin, he saw sadness in his eyes "We will get him, I promise". He saw something in his eyes change; it was hope and belief in him.

"Okay" Stiles said softly. Damien stepped away, looking at soldiers lying on the ground. He looked at Allison and seemed to catch on to what he was thinking. They began looking through the bodies; he slowly approached one, examining the black gear the he had on. The gas mask hid his face. The black bullet proof vest had a hole in the left side that was clearly leaking blood, Allison was a good shot she went through the Kevlar and hit the heart. His gun was lying next him on the ground.

Damien checked another one and he was dead also, dagger still in his throat. He pulled it out and blood spewed all over his clothes, spraying his arms and some of his face, he hadn't realized that he had hit an artery. He wiped his face and went to the next body in the same condition dead. "Hey, I found one" he turned to see Allison holding up a solider that was unconscious, limply hanging from her grasp on his vest.

Damien approached her and ripped off the mask, revealing a normal looking guy. Damien could tell he was older experienced, his graying hair being was a tell. "Ok, let's get him back to my house" Damien said. Allison nodded "Ok, you got any restraints in your car?"

Damien nodded "Yeah, Stiles there in the back seat is a bag, it should have some ropes in it can you hand it to me?" Stiles shook of the shock and grabbed the keys from Damien, running to the car.

He soon came back, black rope in his hands and keys jingling loudly. Damien grabbed the rope from him "Thanks", he began to wrap the man's hands and legs. Damien pulled him up and draped on his over his shoulders, the man wasn't heavy to him, he was light almost. Putting him in the back seat was easy; he could tell he didn't need to worry about him waking up because he would be knocked out for a while.

"So what are you going to do to him?" Stiles asked. Damien and Allison shared knowing looks, he didn't want to tell actually what was going to happen to the man both of them knew it was going to pleasant. "We're just going to talk to him, see if he knows anything" Allison reassured him.

Damien sighed and turned around looking at the mess he had made, if he had his position in the Order it wouldn't have mattered. No matter what situation they were involved in, they were exempt for the laws of any nation, though the heads of the human world knew about the supernatural. The Order quickly showed them who was on top and to not involve themselves in what wasn't their business. If they didn't then the Order could make the governments crumble without exposing the supernatural, when they had found out that the government was experimenting on some of the supernaturals. The Order proved they weren't playing, destroying the holding facilities around the world and making the stock market crash. That taught them to never do something that stupid again.

He would need to get this mess cleaned up quickly; they had wasted enough time already. "Rollins" he whispered. He could feel him coming, the dark feeling he felt outside his house after the weird occurrence with Morrell. Blake smoke appeared from the ground, circling and twirling. Allison raised her rifled in defense but Damien warned her not too, she lowered her guard with Stiles standing closer to him.

Rollins stepped out of the smoke his cane tapping the ground and black glasses obscuring his eyes. He was wearing a black and red suit that seemed to match his almost white skin. He clicked his tongue when he examined his surroundings "Well, it does seem like you have a mess on your hands" he said, his voice sly and smooth.

"Yes, they attacked me after the trade, their leader is an old acquaintance of mine" Damien said. Rollins looked at him for a second, then turned his back on them walking through the warehouse examining the soldiers. "You want me to fix this right?" he asked quietly.

Damien nodded, knowing he could clean up this mess faster than any of them, Rollins then smiled. It was the smile that he had saw as a child that chilled him to his very core. Damien could still remember the day, when Rollins truly made himself known.

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Damien was just getting ready to leave, he was packing up everything that he needed. He was taking one last look at his home that he didn't think he would ever see again but before he walked out he sensed a dark presence, one that seemed familiar. He took out his axe from his bag, the crystal gleamed for a second and continued farther into the house, sensing the presence in the basement.

He went into the basement quickly turning on the lights and revealing someone he thought he would never see again. It was the man will the creepy smile that he had saw as a child. The same one that had saved him from the Wendigo, the first encounter he had when training.

Damien raised the axe in defense, ready to use it if he needed "What are you doing here?"

The man kept smiling and walked around examining the basement. He went to the bookcase examining them, running his gloved hands along the spines. "This is quite a collection you have here, though I must say I'm curious about the amount of spell books here considering you yourself cannot practice magic."

Damien narrowed his eyes "Magic pop ups a lot considering what I did, best to know what I'm dealing with, now tell me what you're doing here" he slowly moved closer, watching every movement and keeping his senses alert. The man sighed and turned to him, dark glasses obstructing his view of him, "Your…ancestor sent me here to help with your various shall we say…activities."

Damien slowly lowered the axe and softly smiled. She was helping him, even when she wasn't here. She was protecting him and something occurred to him in that moment, "Why did you save me when I was younger?"

The man slowly bent his neck to the side, it was an awkward pose to adopt. While he was leaning on the staff, he slowly smiled "Yes, though I must say I was tempted to let you be, a little longer and I'm sure you could've handled it yourself. Though if you were killed, my master would've killed me."

Damien nodded taking in the information in. If what he was saying is true then, then Ishtar was telling the truth about watching over him though it wasn't the best person in his opinion. It made him happy to know he had family that cared about him that much.

"I also was the one to safe you when passed out from pain that time." He said slyly.

"Thank you, for doing that" Damien replied. He knew that what he had to do he was going to need help, if things got bad then he would need someone like him.

"I did what my master commands me to, no more, no less that is what an Alu does" He said, still examining the basement.

Damien knew that an Alu was a Babylonian demon, he didn't know much about his heritage, just about the abilities his family inherited. To find out that his family line went all the way back to Babylonians was new information. He would have to look into it later.

"Okay and what did she command you to do for me" He asked.

The man cracked his neck, showing that he was irritated about something. "She has…given me over to you, now I am to do whatever you command"

Damien didn't expect that, commanding a demon, an Alu at that was not something he knew anything about. What he knew about Alu was very little, just that they were powerful demons that did the biddings of incredibly powerful masters. Whoever Ishtar was, she must've been incredibly important.

"I…have no idea, what to do now" Damien admitted. He knew that he needed the help and any help was welcomed. Help from here was welcomed, no matter how unorthodox.

The demon smiled at reaction. "Well, fortunate for you she knew that and gave me her last orders to go by". Damien blinked and he disappeared, he was gone for one minute and he couldn't sense him anywhere. Then he sensed he behind him, he quickly turned swing the axe. His arm was caught in the demon's fierce grasp.

"My name is Rollins by the way" he said.

Suddenly there was an intense pulling in his stomach and the space around Rollins began to crumble on in itself. He recognized what this was, he was being transported somewhere, he knew he would be able to stop it in time. He quickly closed eyes, when the pulling feeling traveled throughout his body.

He felt the hand on his arm let go and opened his eyes to a brick wall "what the hell am I doing here". He turned around and was surprised at what he saw. It was Morrell was tied to a chair, her mouth was gagged and her eyes held fear.

"What are you doing with her" Damien asked eyes narrowed.

Rollins chuckled, standing behind the gagged Morrell. "This is the last order from her, for you to use that ability of yours to gain her to your side, to have someone on the inside of your mother's organization of course"

Damien knew that he was right, he couldn't leave her with Stiles and the others. If she acted in the right way she could put them in danger just to lure him out. Damien sighed he knew that he would have to use the social magnetism power to get him on their side. The ability to make someone feel incredibly bonded to you or feel utterly disgusted.

"Okay but I don't know how to control it" Damien answered.

Rollins nodded taking in the information but Damien already knew that he had just acquired this powers. "That's what I'm here for, I am a specialist when it comes to this type of thing" He said.

Just at that moment Damien realized something. "You made here change her mind when I was trying to save Stiles, you were the darkness I felt outside my home"

Rollins simply smiled and tilted his head in acceptance of the accusation. "Yes, It was very good work if I do say so myself" He tapped his cane on the floor and started to circle Morrell "Though it was bothersome that she is an empath, it made it a little more difficult to manipulate hers."

If her was manipulating her emotions before he even met Ishtar and he was her servant then that meant the she had planned to meet him all along. He would have to ask her about when he talked to her next time.

"Okay so teach me if I'm going to do this, I want to do it right" Damien said.

Rollins nodded and stepped away from her, beckoning him over. Damien hesitantly moved in front of her and he could feel Rollins moving behind him, "Okay, he just have to feel yourself wanting her to trust you, to have total faith in you and you have to project that onto her" Rollins whispered.

Damien took a deep breath and tried what he suggested. He wanted her to trust him, to make her believe that he had her best interest at heart, to see him as someone that would never betray her. He then project those feelings on to her, to make her feel what he felt and he could feel her fighting him, resist his power.

"Don't fight, it's ok, everything is going to be okay" He whispered. He grabbed her bound hand and could feel it getting stronger, taking affect.

"Good, you're a natural, now just imagine how she would see you through her eyes" Rollins said.

Damien did, he imagined how see would see him, but it wasn't what he expected. He saw her seeing him in an outline of bright light, as if he was above her and he felt something thing that terrified him. He wanted her to see him as a god, to bow down to him, to worship him.

He quickly pulled away, not believing what he just thought, the feelings that he just had. "It worked, I knew you could do it" Rollins grabbed his shoulder and he smiled at him. It did make him feel better at all it made him feel worse.

The look in her eyes was not how you would look at a friend. There was not that type of bond there. The only thing that he could see was devotion, to do anything that he willed. He looked at the mirror in the basement and it terrified him, he wasn't what he used to be not any more. He did have blue azure eyes before and he certainly wouldn't have made people become devoted to him.

He removed the gag from her mouth, "Are you okay?"

She smiled as if in ecstasy "I'm fine as long as I can hear your voice"

Damien looked away from her, ashamed of what he was doing. IF this was the price, if this is what he needed to do to protect the people then he would do it. He knew that he was capable of worse, when push came to shove.

"Tell me everything you know about my mother's plans" Damien demanded.

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Damien turned away from Rollins and walked to Allison, her gave his keys. "I'm going to take Stiles home, do you think you could put in my basement tie him up"

Allison nodded, she quickly looked at Stiles seeing how dejected he was "Yeah sure"

Damien took Stiles by the hand and led him over to Scott's car. "I'm taking you home" He got into the front seat and waited for Stiles to get in. He got in and didn't look at Damien at all he just stared outside the window.

Damien sighed and started the car up driving away from the scene they both wanted to forget. "Who was that guy, he knew you didn't he?" Stiles asked.

"John Blackwell, he used to work for my mother, we went on a few mission together" Damien admitted.

Stiles turned to him interested in the story "So why does he want to kill you?"

Damien didn't want to tell him. It was not something that he proud of nor was he ashamed, it was just something that about his past that seemed to bite him in the ass.

"His brother did something unforgivable, something that should never happen" Damien whispered.

"What did he do?" Stiles asked in confusion.

Damien took a moment to answer, "He murdered a whole family of innocent Sirens, even the kids so I killed him and John watched as I did it"

Stiles sat then stunned, Damien knew that he was doing his best to process what he just told him. He didn't want him to think that he was cold, heartless and a monster.

"Why did he do it?" Stiles asked.

Damien shrugged "Fear, hate, when I think about it now it seems so stupid, it was something that I never should've let happen, I should've stopped him when I had the chance."

He felt a hand grab his and he looked over to see Stiles looking at him with an expression that he could not comprehend, that he couldn't understand. "I sure you did everything you could and this Blackwell guy is going to get his ass kicked if he thinks he could get away with hurt Scott, hurting you."

Damien chuckled "Thank you, you're amazing you know". He couldn't believe that Stiles trusted this much, that he didn't shy away from him or look at him any differently.

Stiles laughed "Yeah I know, I think it's a common trait within all Stilinski's though"

Damien pulled up to the Stilinski house and Jed's cruiser was outside. "Your dad is home" he said. Stiles sighed, not wanting to deal with him and knowing that he was going to say something.

They both got out of the car and quickly made their way into the house. Jed was sitting at the kitchen table supporting a drink that Damien knew to be whiskey.

"Hey Dad your home early" Stiles said awkwardly.

Jed sighed and set down the glass "It's been a rough day, but I want to talk to you guys about something"

Damien and Stiles shared a look wondering what it about. Damien sat down "sure go ahead" he said watching as Stiles sat next to his father.

"Well, it's about you moving in Damien" He said softly

"Whaaaaaa" Stiles replied the disbelief.

"Huh?" Damien asked.

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Derek didn't really want to leave home but he knew this was the right thing to do. It was even worse the Mila wanted to know more about Stiles, if it wasn't for Lydia he was sure he would've ripped her throat out.

"So, here is the picture of Michal" Mila said. She headed them a headshot, the man was not what Derek thought that he would look like he was actually pretty young looking. He had short black hair and steel grey eyes, a face that you couldn't be afraid of.

"Hmm, kind of cute really" Lydia said examining the picture. Derek raised an eyebrow at that, he knew not question Lydia's motives, he trusted her but comments like that make him do a double=take sometimes.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" Derek asked wanting to get to the actually plan. Mila chuckled at his question, "Well, we'll have to split up if we're going to get to him."

Derek didn't understand he was one person, why would they have to split up to get to him. "Why?"

"Because of his bodyguard, Deaton informed me that Michal had taken the first homunculus that they made and he said the older they are the more powerful, also considering that we don't know what he's done to it since he's disappeared" Lydia answered.

Derek understood that, it would be troublesome to fight both at once. If you split them up it was more of a chance that they could capture Michal and he could get back home even faster.

"I don't know too much about his bodyguard, just that he assumes his form now and then while Michal sits in the driver seat in a different location" Mila answered while picking at her nails

"Like Damien's mother when she attacked us, if that's the case then you could distract him while we get the jump on the real one" Derek said.

Mila looked at him and smiled "well, not just hot but cute also I can see why he is so interested in you."

Lydia rolled her eyes not liking the route the discussion was taking "Anyway, how are we supposed to where he is, if he is as skilled as Deaton claims then he'll cover his tracks and I won't be able to track him using magic."

"Well we won't be finding him using magic, we'll just use our resources well one in particular" Mila replied.

"What is it?" Derek asked and Lydia looked interested to know what it was too.

"One of my thralls is the head hotel manager, he comes in handy when I stay" Mila said seductively. Derek knew what a thrall was, a love slave, so devoted and overcome with lust that they would do anything for their master. He had seen enough of them while he was in New York.

"Ok nice plan, He could get us card keys and tell us what room he's staying in" Lydia deduced.

"So Derek, I know you didn't come on this trip just for Stiles safety" Mila said.

Derek knew what she was getting at, he didn't trust. The way she moved, the way she talked almost everything about her reminded him of Kate and how she used him. He was afraid that she was using Damien in this same way and he wanted to know why.

"No I didn't, what do you want from Damien" Derek asked.

Mila chuckled "Ah so that's what it is" she then grabbed a glass from the mini bar that the limo held and poured a drink. "Well besides his amazing life force…something else, I'm not giving any information unless you give up some."

Derek didn't know what she wanted. "What?"

Mila sipped some of her drink, while staring Derek in the eyes. "Stiles of course, Damien won't tell me much about him, so why don't you"

"Hmm, seems like a fair deal" Lydia replied hesitantly.

Derek didn't like it at all but he knew he wouldn't find out much without her offering up the information herself. "Okay, I tell you something and you tell me something"

"Okay, what I want from Damien is for him to forgive me" Mila answered.

Derek knew that the two of them had a past but what she said surprised him, he didn't get why. The question was what did she do that needed for her to be forgiven?

"Okay my turn, what's Stiles connection to Damien?" She asked.

That one was easy, he knew it since Damien came back into town, when Stiles was worried about him. "They were best friends when they were younger" He answered.

"Well that explains some things" Mila replied.

"My turn, why so interested in Damien's life force?" He asked. He knew why Damien's life force was powerful. It was because he was descended from a goddess and that must've afforded him a pretty strong and powerful life force. He just wanted to know what she knew about it.

Mila smiled and looked out the window for a moment as if in a daze "When I met him, he was so…naïve and we were from two different sides but we were drawn to each other and when I feed off of him. It was like heaven after him I didn't need to feed for weeks, it was just that powerful."

Derek understood that. She was a sex demon and the more they fed the stronger they would become. With her feeding off of Damien, she had an incredible source of power, maybe the only reason she wanted to get back into Damien's good graces was to just feed off of him.

"Now when I feed off of him, I feel like I could go for months" Mila finished.

Derek nodded "Okay, your turn"

"What happened to Damien? He's different, stronger, so how is that possible and I get the feeling that's it's because he came here" Mila asked.

Derek and Lydia shared a look, they didn't want to answer her. They wanted to keep any information about Damien a secret it could cause even more trouble for them.

Suddenly the car stop and Mila looked out the window "Well you don't have to answer now, we have plenty of time for it later"

They all got out and Derek was surprised to see a private jet waiting from. The crew buzzed around getting it ready to take off and even taking the bags out of the car.

"Welcome to the Madam, my private jet, please come aboard "Mila announced.

Lydia squealed and ran up the steps. Derek sighed and slowly followed after her wishing that it would be a smooth plan ride.

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The plane ride was fine, there wasn't much turbulence and it. They didn't speak much, just resting up for what they knew might be a dangerous mission. They soon landed and got into another limo to get to the hotel.

It was his first time ever coming to Las Vegas, he could tell it was a playground for adults. The bikini wearing women on the corners selling merchandise and the many building advertising shows, he knew he would hate the crowded streets and the smell of vomit and liquor that he could smell through the car.

They arrived at the hotel, its bright green lights covering the whole building and the large crowds enter and exiting the building.

A small man went up to them "Mrs. Valentine, your room is ready for you with everything that you asked for"

Mila smiled and caressed his face, from the slight glow coming from her hand and the look of ecstasy on the man's face he could tell that she was doing something to hi.

"Thank you, Walter, if I need anything I will tell you" Mila whispered to him as she took the key cards.

They took the elevator and quickly rode up to the top floor. The penthouse was lavishing, it was decorated with white and black furniture that didn't suit Derek's taste. There was a large window of the far wall that did catch his interest. It showed an excellent view of the city, the bright lights sparkling and gleaming in the distance. For a moment he wished Stiles was there with him and oddly enough Damien too.

"Derek, look what I found in your room" Lydia said.

He turned around to her holding a black and white tuxedo, with the tie hanging off of the collar. He silently growled, hating the suit. The only time that he had worn one was when he went to prom. He had a date but later into the night he ditched her to meet up with Kate, now he regretted that choice even more.

"Fine, but you're not touching my hair or anything else" Derek said as he took the suit from her.

Lydia shoulders dropped in disappointment. Derek could tell that she wanted to dress him up but he crossed the line at the suit, the faster they get the Michal the better. He left her silently fuming over the rejecting and out dressed himself.

After he got dressed and tied the skinny tie. He did admit that the suit made him look. If Stiles could see him now that he would be climbing all over him, he chuckled at the thought.

He went into the living room to find Lydia and Mila. Lydia was dressed in a purple cocktail dress with golden earrings and black heels. "If I didn't know any better I would think that you we're checking me out" She said smiling.

Derek laughed "You look beautiful"

Mila was dressed in a back-less red short dress that showed of her cleavage and her long tan legs. Derek didn't doubt that she couldn't lure any man into her charm.

"Alright, Lydia could you link our minds so that we can speak telepathically?" She asked.

Lydia nodded and then closed her eyes, focusing on her magic "Atque cogitationes, unum faciunt"she whispered. Derek suddenly felt something in his mind, a feeling he couldn't describe.

"Can you hear me" Lydia's voice echoed in his head.

He nodded and look to Mila, who nodded too. They then walked out the door ready to carry out the mission.

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Next Chapter has a lot of action, Derek and Lydia run into a some powerful people and Damien and the pack go after Scott.

Sorry I'm a little late with the update, I had a lot of school work and my birthday is today, so as a gift review and tell me what you think.

Thanks for reading my story and I hope you keep reading.