Damien was utterly confused by what Jed was saying, he was spouting things like 'my boy' and the feeling it gave him by hearing the words where great but they were utterly confusing. And it couldn't of come at a worse possible time, just when he had gotten not just one but two amazing men agreeing to be with him whole heartedly and getting to have an amazing first kiss with Derek. So yeah he was a little mad, but also utterly confused "Umm…I-I think I get what you mean, I mean yeah I do see you like being my Dad and all-" One look at the sheriff's face and he could tell that it was something deeper than that. The sheriff frowned as if not liking what he was about to say. "Look, son maybe we should sit down and talk… after the former fugitive, explains what the hell he was doing in my house?" "Well, I can explain that daddy-o" said Stiles, quickly sliding better Derek and Damien, "See Derek here was…dropping something off for me right, Derek?" He elbowed him in the ribs, signaling him to agree. Derek scowled but ultimately nodded his head, agreeing. The sheriff didn't look like he bought it, for a second. "So what was all the kissing about?" That's when Damien stepped up, putting on his best ashamed face, "Well, I've actually been going to the lacrosse practices with Stiles and that's when I met Derek, who is…Stiles' trainer." The Sheriff slowly put down his gun, face looking just as confused as ever, he looked to Stiles, one questioning eyebrow raised, "Lacrosse practice, huh?" Stiles looked dazed for a moment, but quickly shook it off "Umm, yes, yeah…Derek here was team captain when he was in high school and I just need some—" when his father gave him another withering look, he rolled his eyes "okay a lot of practice, since I'm going to be trying out for captain this year, it was supposed to be a surprise." he immediately turned to Damien, sending him a angry gaze but he knew that it was all for show and that Stiles was grateful that he had come up with the cover story. "Okay, okay fine but that still doesn't explain why the twenty-two year old ex-fugitive is kissing an underage seventeen year old high school student in my kitchen?" Damien was surprised by the information, he didn't know that Derek was 22, he actually didn't think about his age at all, maybe it was because he had a pack of teenagers around him almost all the time but the fact that Derek was a little older actually made Damien think he was hotter which he didn't even think was possible. He was blushing from even thinking about it. "I…um have a crush on Derek and I was… just um acting on it when you saw us…he-, I was the one he kissed him." Damien said, looking anywhere but the Sheriff's face, he was honestly embarrassed saying it. It was like he was talking to his father about sex. The sheriff nodded slowly, cleared his throat, looking just as embarrassed as Damien "Well, um, um…no kissing on non-high school age crushes until your eighteen that means you too, Stiles." Damien only nodded his head in acceptance while, Stiles waved his hands in objection "Why me? It's not like I'm getting any action any way." The whole kitchen practically cringed at the statement, Damien knew that it wasn't directed at him, but he did see the hurt look on Derek's face but it was quickly covered up, a second later. He knew that Stiles regretted the moment it came out of his mouth but the damage already seemed to be done. "I should go" Derek said, making his way for the door. He only nodded to the sheriff, who stiffly nodded back and left out of the house. There was a moment of silence for a while till Damien decided to break it, "So umm, what was it that you umm…were going to tell me?" The Sheriff took a seat and so did Damien and Stiles, he pulled some papers out of his jacket pocket and sat the out on the table "these came into the office today." Damien carefully picked them up and read them, he would be lying if he didn't say that he was surprised at what he was reading, but with what his mother had been doing lately even he could barely tell what she was going to do next. "So umm, what do they say?" Stiles asked, worriedly licking his lips. "My…um mother has given up custody and Jed would be my guardian if he agrees" Damien said, a part of him was sad but another part was happy cutting ties with he was the best thing that they could do for each other and she was taking the first step. "Look son, I'm not related to and you have Deaton-"Jed tried to say. "No, it's okay umm… I didn't expect this but I understand it and I would be happy if you were my guardian…and Deaton, I don't see as family, you I do. " Damien didn't expect to be dragged out of the chair and to be tightly hugged but that what was happening the Sheriff was hugging and it took him a moment to hug back but he did and he clenched the man's jacket as best he could. "You've always been welcomed here and I would be honored to be your guardian." He whispered to him. There was a certain buzzing and the Sheriff stepped away to and shot Damien an apologetic look, he only waved him off, while the Sheriff took the call. "Yeah, I…you found something else…alright I'll be down there." Jed answered. He hung up turning towards Stiles and Damien, "Look theres a case I'm working on so I gotta go back to the station." "What's the case?" Stiles asked. Jed looked hesitant to answer, like didn't want to tell them but it was something that needed to be said, "There's been two fires recently at two separate warehouses but they both had the same types of bodies." "Bodies?" Damien questioned, he already knew what meant by bodies and that he was the causes behind both. He just wanted to know how much Jed knew. "Military types, it seems we're it might some type of new gang, so I want you guys to lay low alright?" They nodded, trying to look as understanding and humble as possible. The sheriff picked up the papers and put them to his jacket, "I'll sign these at the office and then send them in, okay?" "Yeah…thanks, when will you be back?" Damien asked. Jed only shook his head in disappointment "I don't think I'm going to be home tonight, it's gonna be another late night at the office." "Okay, Dad we'll be here then, we still have to step up Damien's room, it's gonna be a surprise." Stiles said, all the while pushing Jed towards the door. Before Stiles could finish opening the door, Jed turned around look at Damien "Keep him out of trouble while I'm gone will you?" Stiles looked scandalized and it made Damien laugh, "I will." "Okay, Dad you have a job to do and we have a room to make-over." Stiles said as he rushed Jed out the door. He quickly shut it after throwing him out and going back into the kitchen. Damien wasn't really paying too much attention, his thoughts where on the necklace, if the Sheriff's department was analyzing the crime scene. It would've had to be in the evidence locker and he actually couldn't think of a better place it should've been. In that moment he thought of a plan, one that he knew was going to work. He took his keys out of his pocket and pulled Stiles with him out the door. "Hey, wait where are we going?" Stiles asked. "We are going to Hale house, so you can apologize to our boyfriend." They reached the truck and got in, Stiles looked somewhat ashamed, it seemed like was really noticing how wrong his comment was. "Oh, yeah I definitely need to apologize…I didn't, It wasn't suppose to come out like that." Stiles huffed out. "Well, that's how it came out" Damien said as he started the engine, pulling off onto the road. "But, I'm just so… sexually frustrated, I mean everyone around me is having sex…and I am not, I'm so ready." Stiles said as looked out the window. Damien chuckled "Stiles, there's nothing wrong with waiting, it's better if your first time is special…with someone you love." As soon as he said it, he could feel Stiles gaze on him, "SO what was your first like, no…who was it with?" Damien smirked and shot him a look "Do you really want to know?" Stiles nodded earnestly, full attention on him. Damien sighed "Well, I've only ever been with one person." He said as a matter of fact. Stiles looked flabbergasted "NO…no why dude, I mean look at you…you're super hot and you're like some super supernatural spy agent, traveling all over the world and you only slept with only one person?" Damien couldn't help but laugh "Yeah, I wasn't interested in anyone else…and by that clue you should already know who it is." Stiles looked thoughtful for a moment and that was a look of surprise crossed his face. "Mila…Are you serious?" Damien nodded "Yeah, I told you about when I met her and my first time wasn't all rainbows and unicorns, sleeping with the person that you've been going around in circles with for days, knowing her job is to kill you and doing it in the back of the club she owns. That's not really a first time to brag about." Stiles shook his head and threw his hands in the air "Dude, you're not even listening to yourself that right there is like the plot line for a big time spy movie. That's like Mr. & Mrs. Smith before they were married. That's a first time to brag about…but don't because…you know you're with us…and I still don't like her." Damien smirked and shook his head. He stopped in front of Derek's house, turning off the engine. "Okay, well think about it this way, Derek's first relationship didn't end well…so you have to take into account that maybe that's why he wants to take it slow, okay?" Stiles nodded, understanding what he meant "Yeah, you know...for all you're talk about keeping your distance and not 'getting involved with me', you sure did end up with me any way." Damien sighed in a sarcastic manner "Well, what can I say my boyfriend can be really stubborn when he doesn't get his way." Stiles smiled and pulled Damien in for a quick kiss. "I know but that's one of the best things about me." He whispers quickly. They both get out of the car and walk up to the front door, Stiles knocking loudly. It took only a few moments for the door to swing open, revealing Boyd and Erica. "Hey, guys we were just here to see Derek" Stiles says quickly, but Boyd doesn't pay him any mind going straight for Damien, picking him up and hugging him. "Thank you for what you did." Boyd whispers. Damien knew he was talking about bring Erica back, and he really didn't want to be thanked for what he caused in the first place. "It was nothing, really" he grunted. Boyd released him and put him back down "No, it was, I wouldn't be alive, if it wasn't for you." Erica says, standing slightly behind Boyd. Damien shook his head and Stiles sensing that it was getting awkward for him, immediately hugged Erica "I'm really glad you're okay too." Erica hugged him back as tightly as she could, after a moment they both let go. "Okay, well Derek's kicking us out, so we gotta go." Erica said pulling Boyd towards the Camero. "Hey wait, why is kicking you guys out?" Stiles asked. Damien kind've wanted to know to, what reason did Derek have for kicking the both of them out. "Too much reunion sex" Erica hollered back as they got into the car. Stiles and Damien both shook their heads and went into the house. The front room was empty and they checked the kitchen to find the same thing. They heard footsteps a few moments later to find Derek, coming down the stairs. Damien could already see it, as soon as he came down he zero'd in on Stiles and he did not have a happy expression on his face. So he slowly made his way to the kitchen as they stared each other down. "Well, I'm going to go check and see if you have any ice cream or…something." Damien quickly said as he fled. "Hey, you coward he's your boyfriend too." He heard Stiles. Damien laughed "I didn't say something stupid to make him mad, you fix it." He yelled back as he took out the tub of Neapolitan ice cream. XXX Stiles rolled his eyes at Damien's reply. He turned back around to find Derek leaning against the couch, arms crossed and one elegant eye brow raised. "Okay, so umm…I'm sorry for what I said back there, I kind've sort of didn't mean…I'm just sexually repressed and I have two hot boyfriends now and I can't have hot sexy time with them because of me." Derek shook his head, "Stiles, I know you want to rush it but I just want to make sure that you don't have any regrets about your first time…because I do, having your first time with someone you thought you love only to have her end up killing your whole family is not a good feeling." Stiles sighed, Damien was right, Derek wanted to preserve his virginity to make sure he was making the right choice because Derek felt like he rushed into it and now he's living with that regret. He calmly walked over to Derek and put his arms around his neck. Derek's arms immediately covered Stiles waist. He clenched at Derek's shirt, hugging him as tightly as he could. "Look, I know that you…that you think that I might be rushing into this…but I'm sure I'm ready and I'm sure I won't regret having me first time with you." Stiles whispered looking into Derek's hazel eyes. Derek searched Stiles eyes, only seeing conviction in them. "Okay." He finally said. Stiles immediately smiled "Okay, okay…so are we like doing this right now because we like totally can…me, you and Damien. My first time is gonna so awesome." "Whoa hold on, you're first time is only going to be you and Derek." Stiles let go of Derek and turned around to find Damien in the kitchen doorway with a tub of ice cream in his hand and a spoon in his mouth. "Wait, why not, we're all together." Damien shook his head "your first time shouldn't be two people ravishing you. It should be one person, all of their attention focused on you and one you, and we both know that you want it to be him, you've imagined it, waited for it." Stiles didn't understand what Damien meant by that. Damien wanted to be left out of his first time, he sounded like he didn't wanted to be involved. It hurt to hear him say that. "So are you saying you don't want me?" Stiles asked in confusion. Damien shook his head and sat the ice cream down on the counter, "No, it's not that, because I do, but this is new for all of us, especially because this is the first time any of us have been in this type of relationship…I'm just saying that your first time is special and testing out our umm…sexual relationship with all of us is not right, that's all." He then let out a sigh and turned around knocking over the ice cream, it fell to the floor and an eruption of pink, white and brown ice cream covered Damien. Stiles and Derek stood in shook, but when Damien started laughing, they laughed too. Stiles chuckled as he and Derek tried their best to clean up. "Well, that was funny right?" Derek said smirking. Stiles rolled his eyes as he picked the tub but as he was going to the sink, he noticed that Damien had taken his shirt off and had his back turned towards them washing his shirt in the sink but what had made him stop was the three long jagged scars that marred his dark tanned skin. Damien turned around smiling but when he noticed Stiles's dark expression he looked away. "What happened to your back?" Derek asked. Stiles looked at him, he didn't think that Derek he noticed but apparently he had and by the red eyes he wasn't happy. Damien sighed and sat the shirt down in the sink, "Stiles, you remember when I told you about my first mission?" Stiles nodded, sitting what was left of the ice cream on the table "Yeah, you said that you were untrained and a umm Wendigo attacked you." "Yeah, and that was from my first mission and this one on my shoulder," he pointed to a faint white scar on his shoulder, that Stiles wouldn't have seen without him pointing it out. "is from a yeti in the Himalayas and the one on my side is from a hellhound in Florida…look I used to work for the most powerful supernatural organization on the planet, I was trained for these missions but I'm only human, I don't have super healing and sometimes I barely made it, there are more scars." Derek took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. Stiles knew the feeling, he hated it knowing that Damien was brought up like that, hearing it was a lot different than seeing. It made him hate Gina Deaton all the more. "Look these aren't the only battle wounds I'm going to get, especially with everything that's happening. We're facing the Order in its entirety and we have to worry about the book the Hales had and what my mother wants with it and Stiles and now this goddamn proph-," Damien stopped himself from ranting and took a deep breath. "Don't make a big deal of these scars because they're really just old wounds…and I really would like just a little bit of normal, I think we're all owed a little bit of normal, when the two of you where arguing, I don't know it felt good because…It wasn't about something supernatural, it was just about our relationship…so can we just not talk about this, cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie." Damien finished looking at the both, eyes full of hope that they would let it go. "Okay" Derek said suddenly. Stiles turned to him surprised, he didn't want to let it go because that was just a little bit of anger coming out, that was something big, something that Damien had been holding on to for a long time. Derek shot him a look that said 'just go with it'. Stiles sighed and nodded, "Okay, I'll uh…clean this up." "And I have some clothes you can put on upstairs" Derek said pulling a shirtless Damien to his room. Stiles sighed and picked up the mop. This day was just rollercoaster and he really didn't how many downs he could take. XXX Derek looked at Damien as he changed into the shirt and shorts that he handed him. He could see them the faint scars on his back and shoulders. It made him anger to think that he was hurt, marked by the supernatural beast that he had never met or even heard of, that the person he had came to care for deeply he became so just to being hurt that he expected. He could also tell from his rant earlier that it wasn't just that, it was also the pressure of everything that was going on and from their earlier conversation at Stiles house that he blamed himself for the deaths of his betas and he was worried that he was going to get them all killed and he could tell because he's had those small thoughts running through his head. He got up and slowly walked towards him. When he reached him, his softly traced the scars going down his back and Damien jumped a little bit, hissing. "They're uh, still a little sensitive." Derek trailed his fingers from his to his front and wrapped his arms around Damien's waist. He hugged him close and laid his head on his shoulder. "I know what you're thinking…you're thinking what if I make a wrong mistake, what if something happens that I can't fix, what if everything that happens is my fault and I know how you feel because I've felt that before way too, when I started my pack and during the battle with the Argents. You're doing your best and that's all anybody can ask for." Damien chuckled sadly and put his hands on top of Derek's, "What if my best isn't good enough, what if I'm in over my head…because it damn sure feels like I'm drowning." Derek kissed his neck and that only made Damien clench his hands tighter and hiss. "You're not in this alone, and anytime you feel like you're drowning, we'll always pull you out, me and Stiles." Damien nodded "OK." "OK, now let's go back downstairs before Stiles burns my microwave trying to make popcorn." Derek said as he let go of Damien so that he could put his shirt on. They went downstairs to find Stiles on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. "Hey, I uh found that Lethal Weapon Box Set, wanna watch?" "Yep" Damien snatched the bowl from him and sat down, Stiles immediately put his feet on his lap and laid his head down in Derek's. "We're starting from the first one right?" Derek asked as he ran his fingers through Stiles hair. "Of course, what's the point of a box set if you don't start from the beginning…you know this was the movie my parents saw on their first date." "Really? I didn't know that." Damien said. Stiles nodded, eyes still focused on the screen. "Yeah, my Dad kept asking her what her last name was for some reason she didn't want to tell, but he eventually got it out of her by the end." "Why? What was your mom's last name?" Derek questioned. "Ó Mocháin, looked it up, it's like Old Gaelic for-" "Early Moon." Damien finished for him, Stiles looked at him surprised that he knew what it meant. "How did you know?" Stiles asked. Damien just shook his head, "Hmm, you learn some stuff about old languages, when you did what I did." He was actually surprised that that was his mother's last name. It made him think about what the forest spirit said, that whatever was special about Stiles could be found in his past, but what if she wasn't talking about his past what if he was talking about his mother. His mother having 'moon' for a last name and her son being connected to werewolves couldn't just be a coincidence, either way he had to found out if it was or not. XXX The sound of the locker closing woke Stiles up from his mini-nap, how he was sleeping his locker he had no idea. "Dude, did you get no sleep at all last night?" Scott asked. As he watched Stiles hurriedly stuff his backpack with books. Stiles shook his head, "Nope, I was up all night watching movies with Damien and Derek, didn't really fall asleep till we got home this morning and then Dad came home and woke me up, so this is why you see the sleep-depraved Stiles before you." Scott chuckled, "So, I guess everything with Derek is good?" Stiles heard Isaac and Erica chuckling and turned to see them heading straight for them. As soon as they reached them, Isaac quickly grabbed Scott's hand and pecked him on the cheek making him blush. "You could say that alright considering both of them are in a three-way relationship with Damien, which I find very hot by the way." Erica said sending a wink. Stiles rolled his eyes and turned to see, Scott and Isaac mouths open in surprise and astonishment. "Thank you so much, Erica you couldn't let me tell him." He then slammed his locked and stormed off to Mr. Harris's class, both Isaac and Scott running after him. He hurried up and sat down, ignoring the questioning looks that they were sending him. As soon as he looked at the board, he knew he wasn't going to make it through class and he could already feel his eyes drooping. XXX Stiles opened his eyes to find himself staring at a white ceiling. He slowly got up to see the same white room that he had been in before, the first time he met, Ishtar. He turned around seeing that nothing had changed at all. "Stiles", a voice that he recognized immediately said. He turned to see the one person he missed most in the world. Her brown curls, accentuated her white dress "Mom!" He ran to her open arms and hugged her for everything he was worth. "Aww, sweetie I missed you too." she said her brown eyes shining with tears. They pulled away from each other and smiled, she led him to the couch and they sat down. He smiled at her while she caressed his face. "Not that don't appreciate this visit, because I do, I really do but why now?" Stiles asked. She sighed, and shook her head. "I came to warn you and…apologize." Stiles was confused, well, he really didn't even question how she was able to this special visit or the fact that she had been able to protect him for Ishtar in his dream. But he really did want to know why or how she could do all this stuff and why she was apologizing. "Why?" he asked. "I always knew that there was something odd about the Deatons and the Hales, but I didn't want to look to closely in fear that it draw attention to myself, or what I had been trying to hide from for all those years." She said sadly. "What do you mean, you were hiding from what?" She chuckled and it was in an angry way, "My destiny, I guess…it was suppose to be my turn, but I couldn't do it, the price was too high and since I didn't you have to now, and I'm sorry for that, I truly am." Stiles wanted to question what she meant, what she was trying to tell him. Whatever she was hiding from, whatever her destiny was, it was his turn now and he really didn't like the sound of that. "What, do you mean by my turn?" He questioned. "We don't have much time, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for what's going to happen, maybe if I accepted my fate…you wouldn't suffer because of me. The book, the Hales, your more connected to it than you know." She said. "Mom, I don't understand?" Stiles said, he could feel that their time was almost up, whatever she wanted to tell him she did. She had warned him, he just didn't know what the hell she meant. He could feel himself waking up, the last thing he saw was his mother's smiling face before he opened his eyes to see Mr. Harris, arms crossed and the look of anger that he had seen many times before. "Since, you can't seem to stay awake during class then maybe you can stay awake during detention." He said as he walked away and back to the black board. Stiles groaned and rolled his eyes and banged his head against the table, detention was not what he needed right now. XXX Damien had a free period, so instead of doing something like his homework, he decided to visit someone instead. He walked into the office, and looked at the person that was his best chance at getting information on his mother's operation. "Morrell." He said catching her attention. She turned around and smiled immediately at the sight of him. "Damien, come in, I was hoping that you would come." She said. He walked in and sat down. He knew that she was loyal to him, using the only power that he still had, he could still feel that bond he created was still there. "Do you have any information on my mother?" He asked. She smiled and put her hands on the desk, "Yes, I do…your mother has come into contact with the twins, she still hasn't told me what she's planning but I think that whatever she wants them for, has to do with it." The twins we're bad news, very bad news. They were supernatural mercenaries at their worse. He didn't know why she needed them, but when they were needed it was never for a good reason, and none them were for ready for powerhouses like them. "Are you sure?" He asked hoping that she was wrong. She nodded "Yes, I am…she told me that she had to prepare for their arrival." Damien groaned, his mother was smart was placing her pieces where she needed them and he had barley gotten started, his meeting with Medea needed to well, very well because as much as he hated it, he may very well need her help. He got up and went to the door, turning around to look at her one more time, "Thank you, continue to update me on any more of your findings." She nodded her head and he left. As soon as went out the door, he called Mila. "Mila, I have some very bad news?" "So do I, do you want to go first or should I?" She said. "You go first." He said as he found a empty classroom to occupy. She sighed clearly irritated, "Well, Michal he just told me where the hive mind is, and what we need to get it." "Where is it?" He asked hoping it wasn't any places that he was currently thinking of. "The prison currently known as the Bermuda Triangle, and get this the only way we're getting in is if we ask one of the guardians or-" "Which is impossible considering no one has ever seen or heard of them, and why the hell is it in the Bermuda in the first place, if that's true than not only do we have to get into the Bermuda, we also have to get through everyone that's locked in there too." He ranted. The Bermuda Triangle was a prison for someone the worst supernatural enemies of the Order and humankind, it wasn't a place anyone entered into voluntarily, especially with the magic that protected it and it was quite literally one of the most dangerous places on earth. It was a suicide mission for anyone who went after it and his mother knew it. "Damien, I know, now let me finish, as I was going to say, the other was that we would be able to get in is by the use of a raskovnik." She said. Damien knew what a raskovnik was. It was a magical plant that could unlock anything, so it could stand that the defenses of the Bermuda Triangle were included in that also. But it was extremely rare and very hard to find, even by magical means. "I don't know of any way we could get one, hell I don't know anyone could, this is bad, this messes up everything that we planned." He explained. "Hmm, I don't think so, I do have some contacts who may know of some way that we could acquire one, just give me some time." She said. Damien trusted her, if anyone could find someone else with the information it would be her, you couldn't be around for 500 years and have the type of contacts that she had. "Okay, oh and I have a very big favor to ask you?" He really hoped that she agreed to what he was gonna ask because with what was coming, he was really gonna need it. XXX When Damien walked into the cafeteria, he didn't expect the looks or the giddy expressions that his table was sending him. He knew that something had to be going on. He sat down next to Stiles, "Uh, hi?" he said uncertainly. Lydia smiled viciously at him, Erica wagged her eyebrows and Allison was constantly blushing and avoiding his gaze. "Okay what happened?" Lydia snickered "Well, isn't that what we should be asking you?" Damien was very confused by that, he turned towards Stiles hoping that he had some answers "Do you have any idea what they're talking about?" Stiles groaned and rolled his eyes "They're talking about us…and Derek." "Oh…well, yeah we're together." Damien said, staring all of them down, he really didn't know what their reactions would be. "Finally, because honestly the constant staring the two of them had going on was honestly exhausting, we thought that they weren't going to make a move." Lydia said. Erica nodded along with here "And oh my god, the arousal we had to smell when they were around you was nauseating." Damien was about to reply when he was suddenly grabbed from behind and enveloped in a c rushing hug. "Thank you, thank you." He heard Isaac say. He groaned, Isaac was a little stronger than he thought, he knew he wanted to thank him for saving Scott but he could've at least gave him a small hug "Okay, I know, I know you're welcome." Isaac let him down and sat next him, Scott and Boyd also taking they're seats. "Okay so now that everyone is here, I would like to invite you to the extravagant party that I will be having." Lydia announced. "Wait, you want to have a party now, when we're dealing with everything, and honestly you're last party was great in the beginning but kind of sucked at the end." Stiles said as he gestured wildly. Lydia and Erica rolled their eyes, "Yes, with everything that is going on we need a little down time, something to take our minds off of everything, so we are having a party and all of you are coming and it well be completely ward, nothing can go wrong." Lydia insisted, she looked around the table and saw that there was no resistance, then flipped her hair and went back to eating lunch. "Okay, that sounds like fun." Isaac implied. Boyd didn't even look surprised, he didn't seem to care. Scott nodded along with him, though he seemed to be more interested in his food. "Oh and Damien, I fully intend to use that blank check of a card you gave me." Lydia added. Damien could gape at the comment, having forgot that he did say that she could use it for anything. He nodded, worrying a little about the financial security of his bank accounts. "that…that is what I said, yep I said you could, just make sure that the party is worth it." She smiled and it was a very scary smile that only made him worry even more. He leaned close to Stiles, make sure she couldn't hear him "How much do I need to worry?" "A lot, you basically told her to go wild, but if she does that means the party is gonna be awesome." Stiles whispered back to him. "Okay, I will and oh I got you somebody to train you to fight." Damien said. Stiles smiled widely at him happy at the news, "Really, who?" "Mmm, Mila" as soon as Damien saw the smile drop from Stiles face, he knew that he had to re-think his approach. "Look, she has the best hand-to-hand combat experience and she more than enough knowledge on how to fight supernatural creatures." Stiles groaned, he knew this was the only chance that he was gonna get and he was really tired of being on the side lines. "Okay, I'll do it." XXX Stiles was more than upset, not only did have to worry about his mother's weird warning which he had no clue as to make of it and now he had to be trained by his boyfriend's ex, this was not a good day. He walked as quickly as he could to library, knowing that he had to get some of his work as he entered he was suddenly pulled aside by a clawed hand. He quickly turned to see Peter. "What the hell, I thought that this creeper wolf stuff was done." He saw as he gestured wildly. Peter only rolled his eyes. "Firstly, I'm not a creeper wolf since there's no such thing and secondly, I'm here because I need your help." Stiles was confused, which seemed to be a recurring theme with him today. He didn't know what Peter could possibly want. "Ok, I'll bite, what?" "Okay, that demon that your new boyfriend brought around, what do you know about him?" Peter asked. Anything Peter wanted to stick his hand into was not good at all, but Stiles could see where he was going with it. There wasn't too much Stiles knew about the demon, just that it was sent by Ishtar to help him and he saved Damien's ass a boat load of times. He wanted to know more and Stiles opposed to looking into what the demon actually was. Stiles let a sigh and pulled Peter to a nearby computer in the corner. He sat down and logged on, "Alright, so what I do know is that Ishtar supposedly sent him to help Damien out, but from what he's told me, it also has the ability to manipulate emotions." Stiles explained to him. He pulled up the web page and typed in all of the characteristics of Rollins, the search and compiled the results and showing the answer. "What the hell is an Alu demon?" Peter asked as he looked intently at the screen. "Why don't we, click on it and see." Stiles murmured. He clicked on the link and waited as the page loaded, it came up with a old cave drawing of a demon eating a person and people running around while fires blazed around them. "Okay it's says that the Alu is a Babylonian demon, that serves the whims of the gods, by…manipulating the emotions of humans." Stiles read off the screen. "Okay, do we know its weaknesses are?" Peter asked hovering over Stiles. "Yeah...it says…the demon's manipulating ways can only be block by the flowers of the Cinquefoil herb." Stiles and Peter looked at each other by of their minds racing. "Wait, I know that herb, that's the plant that Damien's mother gave to us when she warned us about what was going around taking out all those packs, which was obviously a lie since it was her." Peter explained. "Yeah, in the Police report about Damien's dad it said that he was carry a jar full of the stuff, but the demon didn't kill him, his dad was shot." Stiles said. Peter shook his head, eyes rolling as if the answer was obvious "Their working together, think about it, if you wanted to escape attention when approaching a pack give them an enemy to chase after. The only reason, she didn't get the book back then was because of the Kate and even back then her hate for us wasn't that strong." Stiles followed what he was saying and it did makes since, "She gave the herb to you guys so that you thought you wouldn't be affected but she also knew about Derek and Kate, and she wasn't protected." Peter nodding, accepting his thinking, " yeah, so all he had to do was to focus on her, but her hate was too strong and she ended up trying to kill us, instead of providing the distraction they needed so that she could steal the book, making her come back years later and get it." At that moment a thought hit Stiles, something that he should have seen. "They are working together, the meeting to get the necklace, the whole thing was set up by Rollins. Damien's mother wouldn't want a necklace that could absorb angel fire, especially not in Damien's hands." A look of dawning reached Peter's face "If you're setting a trap and you don't want the evidence to come back on you, all you have to do is to make the person you're setting up think he has already found the person who set the trap, act behind the scenes. He could have easily told the broker that somebody would've wanted to kill Damien, and that's where Blackwell comes in, tells his master what he's learned and he has the go ahead." Stiles sat down realizing just exactly what they had figured out, "Yeah but who killed Damien's dad?" Peter shook his head, "She could've, he might not of know what she was doing and when her plans went to hell and he finally figured out what she was doing she could've gotten rid of him. But beside that what do we do now that we know about the spy in our mist?" XXX School was out and Stiles was in detention, so Damien figured that he could go to Derek's, waste some time, pick his mind on what he could cook the Stilinskis' as a thank you dinner for everything they were doing for him. He pulled up and stopped, there was something wrong. He could sense that dark was inside the house and he hadn't even gotten the car yet. Whatever it was, it was strong. He turned off the car and reached under the seat, pulling out the crystal axe from the back seat. He knew that whatever was in the house didn't know about him, thanks to the first's wolf fang cloaking him. He slowly walked towards the currently broken door. The dark sense that he was getting was growing stronger the further he went into the house. He knew that he sensed it before, he just didn't know from where. He heard the clicking of heels on the kitchen floor and then a woman spoke, her voice dark and sensual "Derek, Derek, Derek, It's only been a few years and here you go and buildin yourself back up." "You're supposed to be dead," He heard Derek say. Damien slid to the far kitchen wall, he peeked his head around to see a tall woman, with strawberry blonde hair. She was dressed in leather and Derek was pinned to the wall, by what he knew to be telekinesis. Damien focused harder on her trying to figure out what she was and then it hit him, when he knew this dark and powerful feeling from. This wasn't a woman at all it was a demon, one from hell. He quickly ran behind and swung the axe, catching her in her side and sending her in the refrigerator. The force of the blow was strong enough to put a dent in the refrigerator and have her bleeding, but he knew that she wouldn't be out for long. Damien quickly pulled Derek up. He quickly shifted but Damien was pulling him towards the door, they weren't ready for a demon like this, He didn't have any holy water or a demon's trap to throw at it, all he has an axe that worked well against magic and a very pissed off Alpha werewolf. "Derek, we have to go, we need to leave now." He said as he struggled to pull the Alpha to the door but he was barely budging, only consciously growling at the fallen demon. "She, she killed them." Derek growled. As soon as they reached the door, the cabinet and the couch in the living room moved in front, blocking their path. Damien turned around, increasing his grip on the axe, it seemed they weren't going to get out without a fight. The demon stood and dusted itself off, it lifted its head to reveal pitch black eyes, "Oh, you must be Damien, I'm sure you've heard of me, I'm Kate, Kate Argent."