Chapter 4 - Real

Freya drove back to her rented apartment in Hedge Creek after working in the flower shop in Beacon Hills. She enjoyed it. She always loved working in the garden back home in Massachusetts. She studied the flowers and herbs and vegetables. She learned how to extract their oils for potions and perfumes. She made her own fragrance. Orange Blossom and Bergamot suited her best. She pulled in the parking lot as she muttered under her breath. A spell. Her protection spell. It had worked for 10 years. But she did move on so frequently as to not get found.

She opened the front door, stepped into the apartment and locked the door behind her. This place was small. 2 rooms. A bathroom. The living room, bedroom and kitchen were all in one. She tossed her duffel bag on the bed and the laptop on the table. She took all of her possessions with her every time she left the apartment in case she needed to leave in a hurry. She checked the windows. Safe. For now. She decided to take a quick shower.

She sat on the couch and flipped through the photos on her laptop. She kept nothing with her. Only what she could fit in a duffel bag. It was a sad existence, it was out of necessity.

She laid down in the bed and stared at the ceiling. She missed her old rambling home. The rooms that had meaning and memories. The garden, The kitchen where she and her mother would bake. Her bedroom with the huge four post bed. The soft pink ruffled bedding. The feeling of love she felt with her mother. Freya pushed the thought out of her mind. Her eyes grew heavy and closed.

They lay next to each other, a tangle of arms and legs. She could see his whole face this time. Green eyes, dark thick eyebrows. His black hair was messed. His beard was speckled with gray. Funny she hadn't noticed the beard before. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at her. She smiled back.

She leaned into him and kissed his lips. She leaned back. He was still smiling.

"Sorry." She said shyly.

"Don't be sorry." he grinned.

He reached forward and gently swept a tendril of hair out of her face. He kept his hand on her cheek. She reached up and put her hand on his. Their eyes met again. Crystal blue eyes that felt like they pierced into him. Her Angel eyes. She kept their gaze and pulled his hand to her mouth. She kissed his palm. He learned forward this time and he devoured her mouth in a kiss. She giggled and broke away from him.

Derek looked at her. Her face, her eyes, the shape of her lips. He could smell her. Like herbs. Bergamot or sage maybe. The sweetness of honey. The warmth of orange blossom, clove and cinnamon. Her honey blond hair and blue eyes… like the 2 dead girls. Like the 2 dead girls?

He shot up in bed and reached for his phone. It was 2 am. He couldn't call Stiles. He scrolled through his phone, found the number he wanted and pushed the call button.

Derek sat in his Camaro outside the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. He saw the faint light from inside. He knew Deaton was there.

Derek got out of the car and walked into the clinic. Deaton was standing behind the mountain ash counter.

"Derek"

"Deaton"

Deaton had been a very good friend to Derek's mother Talia for many many years.

Deaton opened the swinging door and let Derek behind the counter. He extended his hand and shook Derek's. He hesitated before letting go.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"The 2 dead girls." Derek started. Deaton nodded. Derek wasn't surprised Deaton already knew why he was there.

"I don't think whoever is doing this is done." he said solemnly, staring at the wall.

He handed Deaton the file folder with the pictures of the girls. Honey blonde hair, blue eyes. He flipped through and stopped suddenly.

"This tattoo. It's a coven tattoo." said Deaton.

"A coven? These girls are witches?" Derek said. His head flooded with memories of Jennifer and what she did to him, his friends and the innocent people of Beacon Hills.

Deaton saw the concern on Derek's face and reached forward placing his hand on his shoulder.

"Could this be…" he didn't even want to mention her name.

Deaton didn't answer right away.

"DEATON!" Derek said annoyed.

"She's dead. We know that right?"

Derek felt like he wanted to punch something.

"What else is going on Derek?" Deaton asked looking into his eyes.

Derek leaned his hands on the metal exam table and lowered his head.

"I have been dreaming about a girl for the past few weeks." He raised his head and looked at Deaton.

"It didn't occur to me until today that the girl I have been dreaming of looks like the 2 girls."

Deaton's expression turned to one of concern.

"But it's not one of these girls?' Deaton extending his hand with the file folder. Derek took the folder from him.

"No. Definitely not." He was sure.

"If she's a witch too." Derek stopped and swallowed hard. "If she's a witch and she is already in trouble is it a possibility that she is trying to reach out?"

Derek saw Deaton eyes light up in an aha moment. He walked back to his office and sat at his desk. He took the keys that hung from his belt loop and found the small silver key. He unlocked the bottom right draw and produced an old red leather bound book. He flipped through the pages until he found the entry he was looking for.

"This book was my mentor's. I have read this book from cover to cover many times. This is what I believe is happening."

Derek moved behind Deaton and looked at the page.

"A Dream Fasting spell?" Derek questioned. " That's a thing?"

"It is very old magic."

"Old magic?"

"Very old, like Salem Witches old. This is powerful magic Derek." Deaton said

"Why me?" Derek asked.

"I don't know. I don't really know how the spell is cast. Sometimes magic like this finds the closest supernatural being. Maybe you are the closest thing that gets her signal."

"Should I be worried?"

"I don't know." Deaton said. Derek heard the fluctuation in his pulse.

"If this girl is really in danger then you need to find her."

"That's easier said than done."