Chapter 25

Damien knew that the situation that they were going into was going to be unfavorable to them. Blackwell had the upper hand, his warehouse had guards, armed guards that he was sure had protective measures against werewolves, but there was one thing that Blackwell wasn't counting on.

It was his new friend, the Alu demon that had incredible power and followed his every instruction. When they were surrounded and every gun was pointed in their direction, he held no fear at all and that was because everything was going exactly as planned, he knew Blackwell didn't trust him and would go back on his deal.

"Rollins now!" He yelled.

Black smoked appeared around them, Peter remained calm, but Erica and Boyd were tense. He hoped that they wouldn't go outside the plan. The second the smoke appeared the sound of the guns being shot rang through the warehouse, though the sound reached their ears the bullets did not, the smoke was acting as a barrier.

Damien got off the ground, cutting the bindings with the dagger that he had concealed at the small of his back.

"Well, I'm say you do get into the worst possible situations", a sly voice said.

He turned to see the black and suited demon standing behind him. His smile just as creepy and unnerving as the day he met him.

Damien snorted "Don't blame me, blame my horrible luck".

Erica rolled her eyes "Can we get back to the platoon of armed soldiers currently shooting at us at the moment, instead this very boring conversation".

Peter cleared his throat "for once, I agree with the pup, I'm ready to begin ripping through soldiers and hearing their agonizing screams"

Rollins sighed "In all of my years, I find that patient werewolves are a very rare breed and this pack sadly only has a few of them"

Damien chuckled "Ok, ok, let's get on with it" he looked at Rollins indicating that they were ready.

Rollins stepped forward, in front of Damien. He tapped his cane, and the sound of the shooting stopped. The barrier of smoke slowly lowered to reveal that the guns were no longer in the soldiers' hands, but floating in the air, suspended above them.

Rollins tapped his cane once more and they all vanished, he turned to Damien "Well, my part is done, they are defenseless if you have need, call once more" and black smoke covered his body and dispersed leaving behind nothing.

The soldiers were only flabbergasted for a second at losing their best weapons against the wolves but then they quickly collected themselves and pulled out their hunting knifes. Damien knew that they all might have been skilled but his wolves were better.

Damien quickly pulled out to smoke bombs from his pocket, ejecting the clips and throwing them in the air, the bombs exploded and smoke covered them, hiding them from the sight of their enemies.

"Ok, scatter now" he yelled. He could sense each wolf, separating going their own way and attacked the nearest soldier to them. He ran forwards sensing the soldier in front of him, he quickly ducked low kicking his legs from out under him and bringing the dagger down, he knew he hit the heart when his breathing faded and the soldiers live left him.

The white smoke that filled the warehouse had also scatter the soldiers, as soon as he disposed of the first one, he sensed another behind him. He quickly pulled the dagger up and threw it aiming for the soldier's throat, he knew he hit him when the sound of him chocking on his own blood reached his ears.

Damien didn't want to face all of the soldiers and he knew that it was best to try and get to Blackwell as fast as possible. He also knew that he didn't have to worry too much about the outside forces guarding the perimeter because, he knew that they were all ready taken care of by the advance team.

Before they had arrived, he made everyone split up into different teams. His team consisted of Peter, Boyd and Erica, they were to be the distraction while the advance team got into place to take out the forces surround the perimeter. The advance team consisted of Isaac, Allison, and Jackson but another team was also made and that was the one that he was slightly more worried about. The next team was the support team, they were tasked with getting Scott out as fast as possible, to take care of him. That team consisted of Stiles and Deaton, how he had gotten Deaton to go along with the plan involved a long and awkward conversation between the two of them, one he really didn't want to have.

He move closer to that back knowing that he was getting close to Blackwell well, he could sense him. He quickly dodged another strike from an arid solider, ducking under the punch and stabbing in the side. He swiftly delivered a blow to the head and placed his foot behind his, making the solider fall back into the ground. Damien left him and moved closer to Blackwell, he could sense that he was already engaged in a fight with the advance team.

He moved through the smoke to find, Blackwell wielding a black Morningstar and swinging it in Isaac and Jackson's direction. Isaac quickly tackled Jackson to the ground, making the spiked ball embed its self in the place when Jackson was last. He saw an arrow, he knew had to be from Allison fly towards Blackwell and he quickly dodged it, pulling the chain connected to the spike ball towards him. Damien knew that he had to enter himself into the fight, to give Isaac and Jackson time to get away and help the others.

He pulled out his crystal axe from the small of his back, where he had placed it. While Blackwell was still trying to regain the most dangerous part of his weapon, Damien charged his slashing his axe forward to land a blow, only to find it blocked by the chain of the morning star. He stared in the face of someone from his past, someone that was causing him way too much trouble. Blackwell didn't look like he did when he had last saw him that fateful day that he had kill his brother, no this was a complete different one. His eye patch covering his left eye, hiding the wound that he had gotten from an encounter with one of Anaszi's spies that he a particular ability of spewing venom from its mouth. His one remaining eye burned with hatred seeing him.

"You finally decided to join in on the fun?" Blackwell asked.

Damien shrugged increase the pressure on the chain that Blackwell was holding to block him "Well, you took the time to try and find me, so I might as well indulge you".

He looked over to where Jackson and Isaac where staring at him "Hey, go help the others, I got this" He screamed towards them. Isaac nodded his head, gold eyes blazing; he pulled Jackson with him, both of them disappearing into the smoke.

Damien turned back towards Blackwell, and kicked him back, to get some space. Blackwell stumbled back but quickly regained his footing, "Now, where did we leave off the last time?" Damien asked.

Blackwell smiled, and it was one Damien had seen before it was a smile that promised pain. "Well, I think it was me promising, that you were going to pay for what you did…and that you were going to die in excruciating pain" he said before rushing towards Damien.

Damien ducked, under the swing the spiked ball and attempted another strike at Blackwell. Blackwell stepped back, avoiding the slash aimed for him, and grabbed the chain, pulling the spike ball towards Damien once more. Damien flipped back, hearing the ground being smashed to pieces where he once stood. He also sensed that Allison was ready to get into that fight, but he was surprised when she appeared behind Blackwell swing her bow at his head. Blackwell dodged, ducking under the swing and elbowing her in the stomach.

She took the hit grunting and quickly put some space between them. Blackwell stood up and started swinging the spiked ball, ready to send it at whoever was going to charge him next. "Hmm, an Agrent working with werewolves" Blackwell said, chuckling.

Allison narrowed her eyes, "What do you know about the Argents?"

He shrugged "I know that Gerard must be rolling around his grave, disappointed".

Damien took the opportunity to strike, knowing that Blackwell's attack would be sent his way. He quickly raised his axe into front of him, to block it. The force of the blow pushed him back a few feet and when he look at his axe a small spike was peeking through the handle. "Allison, now!" he yelled.

Allison raised her bow, notching a arrow and aimed it at Blackwell, she let it fly and he quickly rolled dodging it. He got back up and pulled the chain and Allison turned to find Damien being pulled into her direction. She braced herself for the blow that she knew was coming, they collided falling to the ground. She could feel her bow, falling from her grasp and sliding across the floor.

Damien grunted from the pain, but quickly took the opportunity that Blackwell had afforded him, he pulled on the axe that currently had the Morningstar embedded in it. Pulling it from his grasp but the force from the pull made it fly from his hands and slide across the floor into a small corner.

Allison and Damien quickly stood up, each getting into their fighting stances. Blackwell rushed them in anger, throwing a kick at Allison, who barely blocked it and elbowing Damien, who swiftly dodged, and kneed him in the stomach. Blackwell fell back, but regained himself. Allison charged him, throwing punches that Blackwell was just barely dodging, she then quickly spinned sending a high kick to his face, Blackwell blocked it by crossing his forearms and Damien came in, ducking under Allison and kicking the feet from under Blackwell. He fell back, head hitting the ground, Damien and Allison were about to attack but they stopped when they heard a roar so loud and full of pain, that they had to cover their ears.

They turned to sound of the noise, looking at where the smoke had been and revealing the many bodies of the soldiers but among the fallen was someone that they knew well. It was Erica and blood was pouring from her throat, Boyd was kneeling by her trying to stop it. Stiles and Deaton had made it and were helping Scott, who looked to be getting worse but the minute. The look of horror on Stiles said it all, Erica must be dead.

Before he could say anything he felt a foot on back, the force of the blow was strong enough to push him to the ground. At the same time that he fell, Allison did too. He sense Blackwell over him about to strike, he quickly rolled taking Allison with him. He could the vibration from the Morningstar colliding with the ground.

He quickly pulled them up, facing him. The smile on his face was terrifying; it was full of joy at the sadness of losing a comrade that Damien was currently feeling.

Damien felt so much in that moment, he felt anger, sadness, guilt and he knew he wanted to scream, to just rush at him and beat that smirk off of his face, but he knew that if he did. If he lost control and gave into the anger that he was feeling then he wouldn't win, he would lose.

"How does it feel to lose, someone that you care about…that's how I felt when you took my brother away from me" Blackwell snarled.

Damien took a deep breath and looked at Stiles. He was crying, the sadness and guilt was written all over his face. Damien never wanted to see that face, he wanted him to be happy, smiling.

"Allison, I want you to get them out of here" he whispered.

She looked at him, torn between running off to them and staying with him, but he knew that she would make the right decision in the end.

She let go off her defensive stance, and nodding at him. He could see the sorrow in her eyes too, she and Erica may not have been on the best of terms but that didn't mean that she didn't care. She turned and left, leaving him and Blackwell alone.

Damien calmed himself, shut off his emotions and getting ready to fight Blackwell. He knew that he was at a disadvantage because he didn't have a weapon but then he knew that the element of surprise was on his side. He regained his stance, showing Blackwell that he wasn't done with him, this wasn't going to be over till one of them was dead.

Blackwell rush swing the Morningstar and Damien jumped back out of its path, the tips of the spike barely reaching him and scratching his chest, he could feel the blood seeping from wound already. He ignored it and stepped close the Blackwell, hitting him on his side. Blackwell groaned from the pain, but went in for a counter-attack, using a palm thrust, to distract Damien. He then swung the Morningstar and the chain wrapped around Damien's throat, choking him.

He held on to the chain, to keep from restricting his windpipe any farther. Blackwell had a look of determination on his face, he knew that Blackwell was very well going to choke him to death if he didn't get out. Damien concentrated as best he could, focusing on Blackwell but it was had to do with him pulling on the chain trying his best to kill him.

Damien finally had enough focus to push his will onto Blackwell, freezing him, stopping him from constricting the chain anymore. He then loosened the chain, freeing himself and then kicked Blackwell in the chest, making him slide away from him.

When the air flowed in, he immediately started to cough trying to regain his normal breathing. He heard screaming and turned his head to see Stiles. He was trying to get to him but Deaton was holding him back, stopping him from interfering with the battle.

When he final regained his breathing his breathing, he stood up, showing Stiles that he was fine. "I'm okay, just go, I'll be right behind you"

Stiles looked conflicted and Damien hoped that he would go that he wouldn't have to witness the death battle that he was currently involved in. Stiles looked like he wouldn't be able to take it if he didn't; he looked like he would fall apart at a moment's notice. He nodded accepting Damien's words "Promise me you'll come back, promise me you'll make it".

Damien softly smiled, he knew that it could've very well been an empty promise, he didn't know if he was going to make but he damn sure was going to try, "I promise."

Deaton pulled Stiles one more time and he followed, giving Damien one last glance.

"So that's the one, huh?"

He turned around to face Blackwell, ready to jump back into the fight. "You don't focus on him, you focus on me"

Blackwell shrugged "It doesn't matter, after I'm done with you, I'll find him, teach him what pain is ready like"

Damien knew that he was just goading him trying to get him angry, and he wanted to stop himself, but he couldn't, this man, he caused to much pain to the people that he cared about, he hurt Scott, maybe killed Erica and now he threatened Stiles. He wasn't going to show him any mercy and this warehouse filled with bodies of his dead comrades was going to be Blackwell's final resting place he was going to make sure of it.

Damien rushed him, making sure to stray out of the spiked ball's path, he ducked low and came up with an uppercut hitting Blackwell in the jaw. Blood rushed out of his mouth and onto his fist. He had made him bite his own tongue, knowing that it caused him an immense amount of pain, but he also knew that Blackwell could push through it, he had pushed through worst.

He could feel the Morningstar coming, Blackwell had swung it back around when he went in for the attack. Damien raised his arm to defend himself, and knew that he was going to feel pain but it surprised even him. The spikes ripped into his bicep and shoulder, and he screamed in pain but fought through it. He grabbed the chain on the Morningstar and pulled ripped it out Blackwell's hand, when he did the spike also ripped out of his arm rending it, useless it.

He then headbutted Blackwell, feeling the recoil but knowing that he hurt him more, he groaned feeling the throbbing in his head. He looked at his arm and it was shredded to pieces, hanging limp at his side. He couldn't feel anything in it either.

Blackwell stood up, his forehead was bleeding and blood coated his chin. The anger on his face, said it all he thought that he was going to win this battle easily but it wasn't going the way he expected it. He reached up and pulled his eyepatch off and Damien was blinded by the light for a second. His eye was no longer there but in its place was small ball of cackling lightning. He could feel the power radiating from it and knew this must've been one of the reasons why Blackwell joined Colt, the Order Head over Russia, for this kind of power.

"Colt, gave me this power and it's what Im going to use to kill you" Blackwell said, fury evident in his voice.

Damien got ready to move at a moment's notice, Blackwell titled his head back, groaning at the strength of the power radiating for him his eyes. He then quickly looked at Damien, a beam of pure energy shooting his way, Damien dodged but was blowin away but the resulting explosion. The lightning had caught something on fire, and burned the wooden columns of the warehouse and covered the bodies of many soldiers that he fallen.

Damien moved swiftly, dodging the next volley of beams sent his way, he skidded on the floor feeling the heat of the flames that were quickly covering the warehouse. He groaned and looked around to find his axe, lying on the floor next to him. He quickly grabbed the axe and held it in front of him, the beam of lightning, collided the head of the axe protecting Damien from its destructive power. He yelled from the heat of the blast, it was covering his body. He was tired and worn out but he wasn't going to give in to Blackwell, he wasn't going to die by his hand.

He found the strength to push the beam back, reflecting it to a far wall, blowing through and bringing in air, the flames grew even bigger and began burning even the ceiling. Burning beams began to fall, crashing into the ground and scattering embers into the air. He saw the outline of Blackwell through the flames, he was walking towards him, smiling knowing the victory was in his future.

He finally reached him and crouched down low, bringing his face to his. "Now, look at you, can barely lift a finger…now my brother will finally know peace after your betrayal". His eye began to glow, readying one last blast to finish him off.

But Damien smiled, he had Blackwell just where he wanted him, close and vulnerable, he used the rest of his will to freeze Blackwell in place, he swung his axe with everything he had, and he could fell it cleave through flesh and bone, and then hit air. He heard a squashing sound and looked to see Blackwell's head rolling on the ground, flames quickly consuming it like a piece of meat. His headless body fell on top of him and he tried to move but it was like his body failed him, he didn't have the strength to move, he had used most of his energy dodging Blackwell's attacks.

The flames were consuming everything, spreading, covering everything in sight and for a moment he thought that this was the end, that he wouldn't be able to see Stiles or Derek again. Those bright wondrous brown eyes that Stiles had that captivated everyone. Or the brooding look that Derek also seem to wear but you could tell that it was a shield, mask to protect himself and it was one that he rarely lowered.

He was so close to giving up until he saw an outline in the distance, passing through the flames, and dodging falling beams and wooden planks. The figure got closer and closer, and Damien didn't know who it was until he came upon him, revealing that it was Stiles.

"Stiles, what are you doing here?" Damien wheezed as the smoke entered his lungs.

Stiles didn't say anything, just hurriedly pushed the headless body off of him. He pulled him, throwing his arm over his shoulder, and when he looked at him, it was with a look that he couldn't quite describe, he didn't know if it was relief or something else. "I'm saving your life"

He then pulled him through the flames, avoiding the blazing beams and bodies that littered the floor and quickly they made it out through the hole created by Blackwell's last attack.

When they made it out on the street, the cool air filled their lung making them cough. Stiles still continued to pull Damien away from the building, and to Scott's car, he put him into the minding his battered arm.

Damien looked at Stiles as he got into the car, he looked back at him before starting the engine and driving off. "Are they okay?", Damien asked.

Stiles didn't as he was trying to hold back his grief. He silently shook his head "No, Erica's dead."

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When Stiles and Deaton entered the building to get Scott, they didn't expect to see many bodies but they continued to make their past them, going to Scott, who was tied to a chair, black veins coursing through his skin.

"Hey buddy, you okay?" Stiles asked.

Scott didn't answer, only rolling his head to side from what Stiles guessed was the side effects from the wolfsbane. He looked at Deaton for an answer but only got a nodded indicating for him to hurry up and unbind Scott. They quickly undid his binds and pulled him off the chair, each one of them slinging an arm over their shoulder.

They stepped over bodies, trying their best to get him to the car as fast as they could. That was until they heard a howl that chilled Stiles to the very bone, they turned around to see Erica laying on the ground, blood sprouting from her neck from a wound. Isaac and Jackson attacked the solider holding the dagger coated in his blood, they ripped him apart leaving nothing. Deaton started walking towards Erica, pulling them along with him and Stiles was afraid, terrified of her being dead.

When they approached, Boyd was trying his best to cover the wound but blood continued to leak through his fingers, and when he saw her face, he knew that she didn't make it. Her eyes were open, and they were not moving, there was no life in them at all and he could feel the tears streaming down his face before he even knew that he was crying. Peter only spared him a glance before he looked away in shame.

It was his fault and he knew it, he had been so determined to find out what Damien was up to he had gotten Erica, his catwoman killed. He felt so stupid and weak in that moment because he knew there was absolutely no way to keep the pain from Boyd, who continued to believe that she wasn't dead.

Allison came over, he could see the sadness in her eyes, the sorrow at loosing Erica too. "We have to go" she said softly. For a moment no one moved, not Jackson or Isaac.

Deaton sighed and slowly let go of Scott, making Stiles carry the rest of the weight. He knelt by Erica and grabbed Boyd's hand "I know this horrible…that someone you care about is…but we have to go, we can take her with us"

Boyd nodded blankly, letting go of Erica's neck and he picked her up in his arms and calmly walked out of the warehouse. Stiles felt the weight of Scott slowly being lifted off of him and looked to see Isaac, tear running down his face cling to Scott, like he was his last breath. Jackson helped and they both left the warehouse to going to the car, Allison and Peter trailed behind, silently guarding them.

Deaton pulled Stiles to the door but he knew that they were forgetting someone, they were forgetting Damien. He pulled away from Deaton and looked for him only to find him being choked by a chain. He was trying to break out, he was grasping the chain with everything he had and Stiles started to run to him and help him out but Deaton held him back. He screamed Damien's name as he watched him being choked to death.

Damien then kicked the man, making him fall and got the chain from off his neck. He stood there hands on his knees trying to regain his breathing and Stiles didn't want to leave him with that man. Damien gave him a look that said to trust him and he did but before he left he made him promise to come back, alive and safe to win the battle and he did.

Deaton pulled him towards the once more and he followed all the while gave Damien one last glance, he was standing there, beautiful as ever and the smile that he gave him was both sad and reassuring. He then left with Deaton dreading seeing the body of Erica and his grieving friends who was something of a family to him now.

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When they arrived at Deaton's they quickly pulled Scott out and got him into the building and onto the examination table. The black veins had spread throughout his body covering his arms and neck. They ripped open his shirt to reveal that they were also covering his chest. Isaac whimpered at the sight of them, it didn't look good for Scott at all.

Stiles pulled Isaac away as Deaton worked on Scott, he hugged him both of them crying over losing Erica and the possibility of losing Scott. Stiles didn't think that he could take any more bad news today, losing Erica was enough wasn't. He wouldn't be able to take it if Scott died too.

After a sometime Deaton stood over Scott defeated. "What's wrong?"

Deaton looked away in shame "They created a new strain of wolfsbane, something that I haven't seen before, there is no way for me to treat him"

Isaac fell apart when he hear that, he pulled away from Stiles and clutched Scott's dying frame as if holding him close would save him. Stiles looked at him best friend, the one that saved him after him fell into a deep depression after Damien left and everyone had avoided him like the plague. He came over to him without a care and just declared him his best friend and here they were years later only, he was standing over his best friend's eventual death bed. Peter said nothing only standing by, his revealing no emotion.

Jackson came over and tried to pull Isaac away from Scott but he wouldn't let go, he just kept clinging. Stiles looked away, he didn't want to see any more death tonight and that's when he remembered Damien. He had left him there alone, Stiles lost too much tonight, he was on the verge of breaking down if he lost Damien there would be no coming back. So he made a decision and hopped into Scott's car driving as fast as he could to the warehouse.

As soon as he got there, he was met with the blazing light from the fires that were currently consuming the warehouse. He hurried into the blazing building, through the fires and saw Damien laying against a far wall, he was covered by a headless body. Stiles quickly push the body out off the way and pulled Damien up. They made their way out of the warehouse and into the car, he quickly drove away leaving the burning building and all its atrocities behind.

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They made it to Deaton's and Stiles pulled Damien out of the back. His arm was shredded beyond believe and he looked so tired and beaten, but he was okay, he was alive and he was in Stiles arms. That was the only thing that matter, they went in and found Stiles found someone that he didn't expect.

He found Derek kneeling on the floor his clothes were nothing but tatters and blood was smudged over his body but he was completely fine. He didn't know what to say, what could he possibly say to a man that had lost all of his family and now was about to lose another. He sat Damien down and stepped towards him.

"Derek" Stiles said softly.

When Derek turned around he looked feral, like he had lost his mind. He rose and Stiles thought that he was going to attack him but his eyes wasn't focused on him, it was focused on Damien. Derek quickly passed him and grabbed Damien by the neck, raising him off the ground and chocking him.

"You caused this, I trusted you with my pack and now look's what happened, their in pieces Erica is dead and Scotts about to join her" Derek yelled eyes glowing red.

Damien was chocking, he tried to release Derek's gripped with his better hand but he couldn't he was too weak. Stiles couldn't believe it that Derek was taking out his pain on Damien, he quickly pushed Derek in the back making him let go of Damien. He fell to the floor with a thud and Derek turned to set his sight on him.

"And you, it's fault too, I left because I was so concerned about protecting you, and I didn't trust Mila, not with how she looked at Damien…my pack is like this because the two of you because I put them after you" Derek said.

Stiles couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that Derek would say something like that blame him for their deaths. It tore Stiles apart, to see Derek look at him with so much contempt.

"Derek, I…" Stiles began to say.

"You're right" Damien yelled interrupting Stiles. Stiles looked at him and he was standing on his feet shaking. Derek turned to him, eyes blazing with hate, he looked like he change at any moment and it wasn't the normal change, it would be something much more horrific.

"I'm sorry, you're right, I caused this and I'm sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen" He whispered.

Derek looked away from him, his face full of regret "leave" he whispered.

Damien looked hurt and ashamed but he didn't move. Derek growled his face beginning to change "I SAID LEAVE" he roared.

Damien jumped, a little fear showing on his face, he then turned to leave, giving Stiles and Derek one last glance. Stiles sighed and sagged down to the floor, he messed up big time and look at what happened, he caused the death of his best friend, catwoman and his boyfriend to hate him.

There was a loud crashing sound and Stiles looked up to see Damien in the doorway a determined look on his face. Derek shifted and charged him, Damien ducked under his claws and went towards to the Erica and Scott.

"Rollins, forest now" he yelled.

Every werewolf in the place shifted ready to attack but before they could get near him. Smoke covered the bodies of both his friends and Damien, he looked directly at Stiles his eyes full of sadness. When Derek charged them swiping at them smoke that finally covered them, he was met with nothing but air. He turned and roared, and Stiles swore that it shook the very ground.

He then turned to his pack, his reds eyes shining, calling for the enemy that would dare touch his pack-mates that had fallen in battle. They all howled and followed after him as he ran out of the door and into the forest. Stiles ran after them and on his way, he saw that Damien had broken the mountain ash wood that protected Deaton's business.

As he ran into the forest following closely behind, but knowing that they were going to leave him. He tried his best to keep up but couldn't, he knew that he had to stop them from getting to Damien, he didn't know what they were going to do him when they found him. Stiles stopped knowing that he didn't even know where to start looking for Damien. This had turned into something that shouldn't of happened at all, wouldn't have happened if he was so goddamn curious.

He about to start turning in circles but then he saw a pale green light shining in the leaves in one direction as if leading him somewhere. He hoped that they were leading him to Damien and that he was safe and knew what he was doing. He followed the green light and as time went by the night turned into day, and he began to get tired but he kept going until, he walked into a large field.

He stopped and was amazed at what he was seeing, Erica and Scott was lying on the ground. He quickly ran over to them and skid on the ground. They were both perfectly fine, Erica didn't have a knife wound in her neck and Scott and didn't have the black veins from wolfsbane poisoning. They were both breathing softly, as if sleeping. Stiles laughed hysterically in joy and tears of happiness flowed from his eyes. Erica and Scott wear alive.

He heard leaves russiling and turned to find Derek in the pack standing there in amazement at what they were seeing. "Dude, their alive, go over here now" Stiles yelled.

Boyd and Isaac were the first to run over to them, they stopped before they touched them though as if they would be interrupting them if they did. Isaac pulled Scott to him and hugged him with everything he had. Boyd was doing the same with Erica. Derek, Peter and Jackson came over soon after, wonderment in their eyes at how it could be real.

"How are they alive?" Jackson asked.

"It was Damien, he did something" Stiles said, but as soon as he said it he realized that he couldn't find Damien anywhere, he couldn't see him. He had done something, something terrible for them to be alive again.

"Get them back to Deaton's so they can get checked out" Derek said. They quickly picked them up and rushed off into the woods happy, that they were alive.

Derek turned to leave and Stiles quickly caught his hand. "Wait, I can't find Damien and…I think he might've did something to bring them back"

Derek looked at him and it was look that was a mixture of sadness and determination "I'm sorry Stiles but I have to focus on my pack now"

Stiles gave him a look of confusion "What do you mean focus on your pack, Erica and Scott are alive and I can't find Damien, Derek help me please"

"I can help" Jackson offered, but Derek growled at him, warning him to be quiet.

Derek pulled his hand away from Stiles "I'm sorry but I can't". He walked away, back into the forest and Peter and Jackson followed behind.

"I thought you said I was pack, remember Derek, remember, don't you have to take care of me, huh?" Stiles yelled, breathing heavily.

He knew that Derek could hear him but wasn't listening. "I thought I was pack" he whispered sadly.

Stiles looked around, he wasn't going to give up on Damien, not now. He was about to leave when he noticed the pale green light shining in particular spot "What the hell?"

He went closer and saw what looked to be a picture in the ground. He crouched down and pulled the picture out of dirt, and it was a picture that he knew was Damien's, it was the picture that he had taken at his first birthday party and he instantly knew that he was buried in the ground.

He quickly put the picture in his pocket and started digging, he used his hands to pull out clumps of dirt and for a while nothing came up, but Stiles was determined and he wasn't going to stop digging. He soon a came upon a hand, a tan, beautiful brown skinned hand that he knew to be Damien's.

He stopped for a moment, if Damien was buried then that must've meant that he was dead. He thought attempted to crush Stiles soul and all, the fear of the thought, only made him dig harder, to reveal a forearm.

And all the while he was digging he was softly muttering "Please, Please be alive, please don't be dead, please"

He stood up, and grabbed the hand pulling with everything he had but it wouldn't budge. Stiles had used up all of his energy running and digging that he couldn't get Damien out. But he wasn't going to give up, he kept pulling and pulling, he didn't think that he was ever going to him out until a large hand covered Damien's forearm and pulled. Damien's body emerged from the ground, and Stiles turned around to Derek grunting with effort.

"You are pack" he whispered. Stiles smiled at him thankful that he came back.

Stiles quickly got onto the ground and pulled the rest of Damien out, he laughed with joy when he saw his arm, and it was completely healed. It wasn't the batter mess that it was before. Damien was also softly breathing. Stiles hugged him with everything he had.

"Let's get you two out of here" Derek said.

He picked Damien up and Stiles followed behind, keeping up the pace. "How are Erica and Scott?"

Derek glanced back at him "Their fine, just tired", he answered.

Stiles nodded and they walked back to Derek's car in silence.

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Derek had dropped them off at home, he laid Damien in Stiles bed and surprisingly enough, looked at him as if he was happy and relieved that he was okay, he then told Stiles that he would be back to check on them and left. Damien didn't wake up for a few hours, just slept silently and Stiles tried to keep watch, to not let him out of his sight but so feel asleep himself. When he woke up, he heard the shower running and after a few minutes it shut off, when the door opened steam filled the room and Damien walked out towel, tightly tied around his waist and water still glistening on his muscular chest and abs. He wasn't as big as Derek but he was toned.

Damien softly smiled at him and sat on the bed next to him.

"I'm glad, you're alright" Stiles whispered. He scooted closer to Damien their arms and legs touching.

Damien sighed "Me too". Stiles could hear the relief in his voice.

"What happened, how did you bring them back?"

Damien looked as if he didn't want to tell him, but Stiles knew that he would be relentless to get the answer if Damien didn't give it to him now. "I made a deal with a…forest friend, she said that they would be brought back if I gave something up and that something turned out to be a lot of my powers" He said, his blue eyes shining.

Stiles couldn't believe it, he could actually believe it Damien was self-less like that and that was what made his so damn beautiful. "So, you're like powerless now?"

Damien shook his head "Not completely powerless, I can still sense things and I still have the social magnetism thing but that's basically it beside that I'm just normal".

Stiles laughed, a depowered Damien was fine, and hell an alive Damien was fine. "Just don't scare me like that again, okay?"

Damien chuckled "okay".

In that moment he realized something that he had been trying to push back for a while and he wasn't going to hold it back anymore. He grabbed the back of Damien's head and pulled his lips to his. He kissed him with everything he had and he could feel him response as he sucked Stiles tongue in his mouth. They both moaned and Stiles bit his lip, and Damien couldn't help but groan in pleasure.

They both pulled away.

"Amazing" Stiles whispered.

"Just perfect"

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Next chapter is Derek's fight, what he finds when he gets back and Deaton's deal with a certain someone and the consequences that he didn't tell Stiles.

And everyone please send out your thoughts and prayers to the people in Boston, who were affect but the tragedy.