Chapter 15 – Choices, Savion POV
Scott and I sat on the rock at the peak of the lookout just outside Beacon Hills, fog still covered the town but it was thinning out. He still looked shaken up from what had happened not even an hour before. He would open his mouth to say something but close it, deciding to keep whatever it was to himself. I heard him sniffle and I just had to say something.
"We'll find your mum… and Stiles' dad." I tried to make my voice sound sure but I had doubts. I had no idea what was going on, let alone if there was a chance to save them.
"I really hope so." Scott rubbed his eyes. "So how does this work? Do I just… do what he tells me to?"
I nodded. "Pretty much. You owe him nothing though, it's not like you're sired to him."
Scott gave me a flat chuckle. "What's that like? Being sired, I mean?"
I sighed and shrugged. "There's nothing to compare it with, you know? I feel more powerful with the demon side but at the same time I lose control of myself… not completely but I'd get an intense urge to do whatever he tells me to do." Scott's brows furrowed. I bit my lip. "Say he tells me to kill you… I would have a choice, but a part of me would be convinced that I want to do it even if I didn't."
"So what… you kill the people he tells you to kill purely for the pleasure it gives you?" Scott's eyes widened.
"Well if you say it like that, it sounds kind of sadistic."
"Kind of?"
"Shut up."
Scott and I laughed, for a split second letting ourselves relax and forget the problems. I sighed and Scott eyed me with curious eyes.
I rolled my eyes, I knew he was itching to ask me something but he was just being cautious. "Go on."
"If you don't mind me asking… how did you and Derek came about? You know, finding out that you were each other's mate." I gave him a hard stare for a moment. "You really don't have to answer if you don't want to."
I sighed. If I was to open up to someone, it might as well be Scott. "It was a bit after Paige…"
Derek has been hovering more than usual lately and it has been getting on my nerves. He had insisted to accompany me everywhere I go, insists to know everything I did. A knock came from my window and I didn't even have to look to know it was Derek.
I opened unlocked the window and let him in. "You know I love your company, Der, I really do. But what's up with smothering me lately?"
Derek plopped himself on my bed. "Get dressed, I'm taking you out." He said, completely ignoring my question.
"I think I asked you a question?" I made a face at him.
He looked up at me and gave me an uncommitted shrug. "And I said I'm taking you out, what's the problem?"
I knew answering his dumb-ass question would just lead to an argument so I just let it slip and got ready. I threw on some dark jeans, blue sweater and a coat over it before wrapping a scarf around my neck. When I stepped out of the bathroom, I found Derek looking at our photos displayed on the shelf and covering my door, he had a small smile lingering on his face and it was the first genuine smile I'd ever see him crack ever since Paige's death.
"You ready?" I broke his train of thought.
He looked over me and smiled. "Y-yeah, let me just get the car." He walked towards the window.
"Derek." He raised a brow at me. I pointed to the door and he just kept staring. "No one else lives in this house anymore, go ahead and use the door."
The only reason Derek ever used the window was because we all had curfews, not because our parents didn't trust us; it was just an extra precaution they took in case the hunters attack. He gave me an apologetic look; I gave him a smile to tell him it was okay.
Derek exited the room and I went into the bathroom looking at myself. I looked at the make up my mother, Aunt Talia and Laura had bought for me a while ago; they knew I wouldn't use it but they liked keeping the options open for me. I sighed and picked up the tube of mascara, I opened it and brushed a few coats on my naturally curled lashes. It made my lashes too thick and long, as they already were thick and long without it… I wasn't too fond of it. I gave up on makeup instantly and just decided on letting my hair down from its bun. My blonde hair fell in waves; I ruffled it lightly and played around with it until I was happy with my appearance. It wasn't the first time I went out with Derek, but it is the first time since I realised I saw him more than just Derek.
I slipped on some knee-high boots as soon as I heard the car pull up in front of my house. I ran out and Derek was standing by the passenger door holding it open for me. I tried to hide my blush and climbed in. The car smelled like chicken fajita, Derek noticed that I sniffed it out and smiled.
"Mum said you'd like it." Derek smiled.
"You've known me since I was born and yet you don't know that chicken fajitas are my favourite?" I made a face at him.
"I know, but I blanked out." Derek shrugged and drove, we drove in silence with Miles Davis playing in a low volume. Jazz music was mine and Derek's guilty pleasure.
I saw the town drift past us, Derek didn't look like he was about to stop. "Where are we going?" Derek didn't answer; he simply smiled and drove faster.
We pulled up just outside of town, at a spot over-looking Beacon Hills. Just high enough to see all the lights as well as the stars clearly. He took my hand and had the paper bag containing our food in the other and led me up the rocks. He sat down and patted the spot next to him.
"What are we doing here?" I sat down next to him.
"You love the lights and the stars." He gestured to the view in front of us. "Here we are."
I smiled at him, I was grateful that it was dark and that I was really good at keeping my heart beat steady. I was able to hide how unbelievably happy he was making me. We sat in silence, enjoying the food and the view.
"You're always the one to crave for 'normal'," Derek started. "So if you were only to have one kind of normal in your life. What would it be?"
I bit my lip and thought about his question. He was right, I always wanted normal. But I never knew what normal was. If I was to say normal; I would initially think of human… high school, prom, boyfriends, heart breaks, sleep overs and drunken nights. All that kind of stuff. Not worrying about hunter and full moons, alphas and betas. I shrugged. "I don't really know."
Derek nodded thoughtfully and got up, he jogged over to the car and turned the radio on. He turned on John Coltrane and climbed back up the rocks.
"Get up." He offered me his hand. I gave him and look. He rolled his eyes and bends down to grab my hand and pulled me up. "Don't laugh at me for this." He placed a hand on my waist and held my hand in the other. My other hand rested on his shoulder. We started moving to the music; one of the perks of being a wolf is that we moved gracefully.
I laughed. "What's this all about?"
Derek licked his lips nervously. "I-I didn't know how to approach you."
"You've seen me in diapers… we literally took bubble baths together." I shook my head at him.
"Exactly." Derek sighed. "With other girls I could just put on this cool façade and they would be hooked. But you, you've seen every side of me…"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What are you getting at?"
Derek groaned in frustration. "I just…" He trailed off and stared at me. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight and the city lights. He looked at me as if he had his whole world in front of him.
I hadn't realised we stopped swaying to the music and was just standing there in each other's arms. I shivered as a cold breeze blew past us. He took both my hands in his and started rubbing them in attempt to keep me warm. I gave him a grateful smile.
Derek stared at my face as if studying my features, something he sees every day. His eyes drifted to my lips and I shifted my weight; feeling a little uncomfortable. Derek noticed this but didn't let it stop him. I felt the adrenaline in my heart as he stared at me so longingly. He leaned down, closing in the gap between us and I did nothing to stop him. He stopped a few inches away from my face, his warm breathe tickling my lips. I wanted his kiss, I wanted him. My lips burned for the touch of his and he knew that. So he moved in, filling the few inches of space between us and his lips met mine; the burning desire was relieved as his soft lips pressed against mine.
I cupped his cheek and pulled away. He looked me with confusion painted in the features of his ever so youthful face.
"Why did you do that?" I breathed. A thousand thoughts bounced around in my head but I could only focus on one… Derek Hale just kissed me.
He tucked my hair behind my ear and cupped my cheeks, holding my face to keep eye contact.
"Because I love you."
"It was at this very spot…" Scott murmured. I nodded. "That has got to be the greatest love-story I've ever heard."
I shrugged. "I guess it is as long as you don't hear the ending."
"Do you really think it's over?"
I stayed quiet, mulling over his question. Was it really over? I have been so caught up on trying to kill the Darach and trying to figure out the whole sire bond thing that I haven't really thought about Derek. I never gave him a chance to explain what happened with Jennifer. I've never actually had a conversation with Derek about us.
I stood up and brushed the dirt off my back side. "Let's go before Deucalion thinks we're plotting against him."
Scott shrugged and followed me down to my car. He was fast asleep before we even got into the city again. I woke him up as we were pulling into the apartment. I led him upstairs, everyone was already fast asleep. I pointed him to Ennis' old room and left to my own.
Before I fell asleep I heard a light tap on my door. Scott peeked in and looked at me sheepishly.
"I was uh, I was wondering if I could sleep here tonight? I don't really feel comfortable sleeping in a dead guy's room." Scott scratched the back of his head. "I could sleep on the floor."
I shook my head and scooted over; patting the spot next to me. He walked over with a grateful smile and made himself comfortable on my bed, trying to take up as little space as he could.
"G'night, Sav." He murmured.
I smiled internally at his comfortable use of my nickname. "Night, Scott."
Morning came and everyone looked restless though having the rest of the night to sleep. I accompanied Scott back to his house to get a few things. The day was filled mostly with silence with small talks exchanged between me and Scott. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable while he was with us.
Just like that, darkness fell upon us again and I found myself running through the forest chasing after Morrell, our pack's emissary. I was having trouble tracking her due to the fact that I kept losing her scent and I wasn't really committed to the chase. I heard the twins howl, I followed the sound; assuming they were keeping a better track than I was.
I could hear growling from a distance and I knew I was closing in, I broke through the trees just in time to see the twins and Kali standing around Morrell and Deucalion and Scott walking up to them. There was a perfect circle of mountain ash around her. I growled and laughed.
"You know well that I can step right into that little circle of yours." I smirked as I approached. Deucalion signalled for me to stop and I did.
"How did you know, Marin, that we'd come for you?" Deucalion asked.
"Because Jennifer and I are the same, and I know you've always been suspicious of us. Of what we can do." Morrell raised an eyebrow at Deucalion.
"With good reasons." Kali walked around the perimeter of the circle. "We know you sent that girl. The one who helped Isaac."
"What was her name?" Deucalion taunted.
"Braeden." She glared at the blind wolf and turned to Kali. "And I've sent her to do what I've always done; maintain balance."
"What do you know about Jennifer?" Kali interrogated.
"Nothing more than you know." Morrell gave a nonchalant shrug. I was growing impatient, but I had to stop myself. She turned to Scott. "This isn't you, Scott. Go back to your friends."
"He can decide what's right for himself." Deucalion defended.
"Not with all the information. Have you told him everything you've done? How you've piled up bodies in your narcissistically psychotic efforts to form your 'perfect pack'? Sire the first true Alpha of the century to have her follow your orders with blind obedience?" She then turned to Kali. "Bodies that include Ennis by the way!" Ethan's, Aiden's, Kali's and my face suddenly held a confused expression. "My brother saved him; he was alive when Savion went in to see him." They all looked at me, it was true… he was. And he was healing. "Then after Deucalion goes to see him he's suddenly dead? He wants you to go after Derek, Kali. To force his decision since dangling Derek's mate in his face while she's under a sire bond wasn't enough, if Derek joins the pack it paves the way for Scott." By then we all looked genuinely lost about what was the truth.
"Lies people will tell when they're begging for their life." Deucalion sighed.
She turned to Kali. "Ask him." She said confidently.
In one swift motion, Deucalion took off the cap covering the blade on his cane and threw it at Morrell. It pierced her chest, making her stumble backwards and breaking the useless line of mountain ash. Scott rushed to her side while the twins, Kali and I growled and got ready to maim her to death.
"Hey! Back off!" Scott held up a hand. I signalled for the others to stop and they did. He pulled the cane out of Morrell's chest. "I'm not going to let them kill you." He tells her. "But if you know something, if you know where they are-"
"The Nemeton, you find that; you'll find Jennifer." Morrell panted. "Find the Nemeton."
I knew where that was, I swear I did… I thought hard and I could almost put my finger on it. But nothing. I shook my head.
"No one hurts her." Scott said, trying to sound firm but from the look on his face I knew he would buckle as soon as I try to attack. But I nodded.
The rest of the pack took off and we watched Morrell go back to safety. We walked through the woods, trying to find Stiles and Deaton as Scott had received a text message from them earlier saying they knew where they were keeping Ms. McCall, Sherriff Stilinksi and apparently that list included Chris Argent.
"How'd you guys find out?" Scott asked as we approached them.
"Lydia." Stiles pressed his lips together. "You?"
"Uh.. Morrell." Scott dug his hands in his pockets. "None of the other alphas know where it is either."
Stiles and Deaton looked at me. I shook my head. "I remember that's where Derek took Paige to kill her. But Aunt Talia took our memories from us not long after that."
"So if this works are you going to tell them?" Stiles looked at me and Scott.
I shrugged. "I can't stop Jennifer without them." Scott gulped. Stiles nodded, I could tell he felt betrayed.
"How about we concentrate on finding your parents first?" Deaton suggested.
"What's the plan?" Scott asked while Stiles kept his eyes on the ground.
"Essentially you, Allison and Stiles need to be sacrifices for your parents." Deaton explained.
Scott gave Deaton a wary look. "We die for them?"
"But he can bring us back." Stiles tried to sugar-coat the situation. "Yo-you can bring us back right?" He asked Deaton.
"You remember the part where I said it was dangerous?" Deaton brought up, Stiles sighed. "If it goes right, the three of you will be dead for a few seconds. But there's something else you need to think about. This is a dangerous thing for more reasons than one. You'll be giving power back to the Nemeton, a place that hasn't had power for a long time. This kind of power is like a magnet."
"Draws in the supernatural." I murmured.
Deaton nodded. "The kind of things the family like the Argents can fill the pages of a bestiary with. It will draw them here, like a beacon."
Stiles looked at Deaton. "It doesn't sound any worse than anything we've already seen. I mean, she is a demon wolf." Stiles pointed at me. "She literally punches into people's chests and grabs their heart while it's still beating and rips it out."
"You'd be surprised at what you have yet to see." Deaton shrugged. I nodded; there were things more powerful, more evil than I was.
"Is that it?" Scott asked.
Deaton shook his head. "No. It'll also have an effect on the three of you. You won't be able to see it but you'll feel it. Every day, for the rest of your lives. It'll be a kind of-uh darkness around your heart. Permanent, like a scar."
"Like a tattoo." Scott breathed.
We all climbed into Stiles' jeep and drove to the clinic in silence. Three empty metal tubs awaited, exact same as the one we had drowned Isaac in the first time I came back in Beacon Hill, as did Lydia, Allison and Isaac. We filled it with ice and water, when we finished; Deaton added mistletoe in it all of them.
I stood next to Lydia who was holding an empty plastic bag, her bruise was still evident from the night she was almost killed.
"What did you bring?" Deaton asked the three teenagers that were due to their death in a few minutes.
Stiles opened his palm and toyed with a piece of metal. "Uhm, I got my dad's badge." He held it up to show us. "Jennifer kind of crushed it in her hand. I tried hammering it out but still doesn't look great." He said with a shaky voice while he held the deformed badge in his hand.
"It doesn't need to look good if it has meaning." Deaton gave him a tight smile.
We looked at Allison. She held something small and silver in her hand.
"Is that an actual silver bullet?" Isaac's brows furrowed.
"Yeah, my dad made it- uh it's kind of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finishes learning all the skills to be a hunter we forge a silver bullet as a testament to the code." She explained and clutched on to the bullet.
"Scott?"
Scott looked up and opened his palm revealing a watch. "My dad got my mum this watch when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say that it was the only thing in her marriage that ever worked." We all nodded.
"Okay, the three of you will get in and the each of us will hold you down until you're essentially… well; dead. But it's just someone to hold you under it needs to be someone who can pull you back, someone that has a strong connection to you. Kind of like an emotional tether."
Lydia and Allison made eye contact and exchanged a small smile. She stepped towards her friend but Deaton stopped her.
"You go with Stiles." All our eyes shot to Stiles. Lydia and Stiles looked at each other and nodded.
Allison and Isaac looked at Scott. Allison then looked at Deaton. "Are you sure? I mean, Scott and I both have to go under." Deaton gave her a small nod.
Allison and Isaac looked at each other as they came to the realisation that Isaac will be her emotional tether to the living world when she goes under. They both looked at Scott while he fought his tears, he nodded; giving them his approval though his facial expression held an obvious look of devastation.
Deaton and I looked at each other as if trying to decide who will hold down Scott, though Scott and I have spent time together I felt as if Deaton would do a better job at pulling him back out of the 'dead', I took a small step back and nodded.
Scott walked towards Deaton and away from Allison and Isaac. They all took off their shoes and jacket and positioned themselves in front of their tubs; looking at them nervously. Allison was first to dip her foot in then got in all the way. Stiles looked nervously at Lydia, she gave him an encouraging nod; he got into the tub as well. Scott didn't seek for any sort of encouragement, he was too hurt to worry about anything else and he focused his emotions on finding their parents.
"By the way, uh" Stiles said in between shivers. "If I don't make it back and you do; you should probably know something." Scott shot him a questioning look. "Your dad's in town." Scott nodded.
The three teenagers gave me hopeful looks but were masked by pure nervousness.
"All of you will make it back." I nodded, I was more so trying to convince myself.
"If-" Scott started.
I shook my head. "You'll make it back and we will find them." Scott nodded as did everyone else in the room.
Isaac, Lydia and Deaton all stepped up and placed their hands on the shoulders of each of the teenagers, squeezing them firmly before pushing them underwater and holding them down. Allison, Stiles and Scott were still, bubbles would surface as minutes go by. They weren't thrashing around trying to fight the death coming for them; they were calmly walking right into its arms. I watched as they all took their last breaths and listened intently as their heart beats picked up but sounded weak, it gradually slowed down and eventually the beats I was hearing were just Isaac's, Lydia's and Deaton's. They all sighed and let go of their individuals.
Suddenly a pain shot threw me and sent me straight to the ground. I groaned in agony as I watched black veins pulsing all over my arms. Lydia ran straight to my side and held me still as I thrashed around.
"What's happening to her? It's spreading on her face." Isaac appeared above me. I fought the urge to scream as the pain started spreading. Isaac slipped his arms under me and lifted me up, carrying me and placing me on a table.
"Deaton, is she hurt?" Lydia was starting to panic.
A distant roar pierced through the air which caused all three of them to look up. I screamed as it started to burn, fighting the shift as I knew I would end up hurting all of them.
"Not her." Deaton looked concerned. "Derek."
Author's note:
As promised here's a chapter, even though it's like 12am here! haha
I hope that the little flashback isn't too cheesy!
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