Chapter 8
Boyd is dead.
This feels different... I actually know he's dead. With Derek, there was always hope. There's no hope now.
I always thought that the Alphas were past trying to get Derek into their pack, after what happened with Ennis, I thought they wanted him dead and only him. I thought we were all safe... except for Derek of course.
But they killed Boyd... Derek's claws were the killing force but Kali dropped him on his claws. And the Twins helped. Those bullies helped murder a fellow classmate. A fellow teenager.
"Calm down, Nina." Cora says, standing by the desk. "I can practically feel the anger radiating off of you." I slowly retract my claws.
"I just can't believe that the Alpha pack did that." I sit on the stairs with my head in my hands. "Boyd was innocent. He never did anything wrong."
"I know, but trust me." Cora looks up into my eyes with a hard look. "We will get revenge."
"How... Killing them?"
"If I have to." She turns her hard gaze out the window.
"Killing them is not the answer."
"For you maybe." She glances at me with crossed arms. "They killed one of ours." The loft doors open and a head peeks inside.
"Stiles?" I question, walking down the stairs.
"Uh- do you know where Derek is?" He glances around the loft.
"Nope." I exchange glances with Cora but she looks out the window again. "But after what happened, he probably needs some time alone."
"Do you know where that could be? Cause we're still dealing with a pack of Alphas and a dark druid over here."
"He knows... It's just that taking someone's life is never easy." I glance at my hands.
"He's probably hiding." Cora says not looking away from the window.
"Why hiding?" Stiles asks slowly. "If anything I should be hiding because of my lack of werewolfitude."
"One day many years ago, hunters managed to track down Derek. Uncle Peter rescued him and they hide in a cellar." Cora keeps her gaze outside. "They were there for two days, waiting, hiding. That's what we're taught to do when the hunters find us hide and heal." I fidget with my fingers.
It's tough being a werewolf just in itself but it's a nightmare when there are a bunch of blood-thirsty hunters out to get you.
I hate hunters...They're all the same
What about the one who saved our lives at the abandoned mall?
No, all hunters are the same...
"Okay, so is two days standard, then, or are we thinking Derek's on, like, some extended getaway?" Stiles says pacing.
"Why do you care?" Cora asks finally looking at him.
"Why do I care?" Stiles asks taking a step forward. I roll my eyes as I hear the sarcasm coming. "Let's see because over the last few weeks, my best friend tried to kill himself, his boss nearly got ritually sacrificed, a girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed, Boyd was killed by alphas. I- do you want me to keep going? Cause I can, all right? For like, an hour."
"You think Derek can do anything about that?" Cora asks walking towards him.
"Well, since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it, yeah."
"He's been through a lot, okay." I look away from their eyes.
"I don't know. There's something different about him now. He wasn't like this when we knew him." Cora says, turning her gaze to me. "Do you notice it too?"
"He does seem colder, I guess. More reserved." My mind drifts to the Derek I knew when I was younger. I was young at the time but I always remembered his goofy laughs and smiles.
"So, what was he like then?" Stiles asks. I open my mouth to reply, but the sound of someone walking down the stairs attracts my attention. I turn around and roll my eyes.
"A lot like Scott, actually."
"Forgot you were here." I cross my arms over my chest. He gives me a side-eye before continuing his speech.
"A lot like most teenagers unbearably romantic, profoundly narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers."
"And so what happened? What changed him?"Stiles asks.
"Well, the same thing that changes a lot of young men. A girl."
"You're telling me some girl broke his little heart?" Stiles asks in disbelief. "That's why Derek is the way he is?"
"Do you remember Derek before he was an Alpha, had blue eyes?" Peter asks. "Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes?" I look away from him at my fingers. I don't really want to get into this whole thing now.
"I just always thought it was, like, a genetic thing."
"If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes." He then begins telling us the story of how Paige and Derek met. I knew bits of pieces but never the full story.
I liked to eavesdrop on people back then. Back when everything was okay and it was all light gossip and Christmas presents. But now I've learned to mind my own business. Sometimes you just don't want to know someone's deepest secrets.
"Okay, so if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he?" Stiles furrows his brows at Peter. "How old were you? How old are you now?"
"Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think." Peter says, which makes me roll my eyes.
"Okay, that was frustratingly vague." Stiles looks over at us. "How old are you guys?"
"17." Cora answers.
"But I'm older." I smirk at Cora.
"Hmm." Stiles says, then turns back to Peter. "See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people."
"Well, 17 how you'd measure in years." Cora continues.
"You're gonna confuse the poor thing."
"All right, I'm just gonna drop it." Stiles raises a hand. "What happened to Derek and the cello girl?"
"What do you think happened?" Peter says. "They were teenagers. One minute, it's, 'I hate you, don't talk to me.' The next, it's frantic groping in any dark corner they could manage to find themselves alone for five minutes. Their favorite dark corner was an abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills." I furrow my brows.
how does he know all this? I was a pretty good eavesdropper at that time but I didn't even know that. And he was my brother.
"All right, hold up. How do you know all this?" Stiles says voicing my thoughts. "You just said that they were alone."
"I wanna know that as well." I cross my arms over my chest.
"Back then, I wasn't just Derek's Uncle. I was his best friend, his closest confidante." Peter says. "That's how I know." I look over at him with raised brows. He launches into another story of Derek and Paige at the distillery which Derek had apparently told him. Peter walks over to the window and draws a spiral in the condensation. "Our mark for vendetta."
"Man, you guys really take that revenge thing to like, a whole new level, don't you?" Stiles says.
"It's not just revenge. Losing a member of your pack isn't like losing family." Cora says. "It's like you lose a limb." Peter continues on with his story about how Ennis wasn't able to see his Beta's body at the hospital.
A part of me feels bad for him... a very very small part.
"I don't get it." Cora says after a while. "What does this have to do with Derek?"
"Everything." Peter says turning away from the window. "It's never just a single moment. It's a confluence of events. Personally, I looked at Ennis' circumstances, I saw a profound loss. Derek saw something different. He saw opportunity."
"Opportunity?" Stiles asks. "To do what?"
"To always be with her." Peter says. "I kept telling him not to do it. Every day the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became. You know teenagers. I bet he even blames me. He's probably convinced himself the whole thing was my idea."
"Are you sure you weren't hit on the head, Peter." I cross my arms over my chest. "That sounds strangely similar to something you would do." He rolls his eyes but continues his story about druids.
"They keep us connected to humanity." Cora explains to Stiles. But they're a secret. Even in the pack. Sometimes only the Alpha knows who the emissary is "Derek, Nina, and I had no idea about Deaton."
"That would've helped me a lot growing up." I mutter under my breath.
"Or his sister, Morrell." Peter adds to the list.
"She's an emissary too?" Stiles asks.
"For the Alpha pack."
"Our guidance counselor?" Stiles looks at Peter with wide eyes. "Why the hell don't you people tell me any of this stuff, huh? I shared some really intimate details with her."
"And did she give you good advice?" Cora asks.
"Actually, yeah."
"That's what they do." Peter says. "That's what Deaton used to do for Talia." My body stiffens.
Hearing my mother's name even after all these years still hurts just the same. Peter mentions how it was Derek who asked, none other than, Ennis to bite Paige.
"Ennis?" Cora asks. "Why would he choose him?"
"Why not." Peter asked. "Ennis needed a new member for his pack. Paige was young and strong. Doing a favor for Derek meant Ennis would be in good with Talia. Back then, everybody wanted to be in good with her."
"He doesn't remember it was Ennis, does he?" Stiles asks.
"If he does, he keeps it to himself."
"So then what happened? Did he turn her?"
"Almost," Peter says diving back into the story. I close my eyes. As I remember my brother's broken expression when it happened...
"He came at Ennis." Peter continues. "A 15-year-old boy against a giant. But there was no reason for him to fight. She'd already been bitten."
"So did she turn?" Cora asks.
"No," I say softly.
"But she should have." Peter adds. "Most of the time, the bite takes. Most of the time."
"When you offered it to me, you said, 'if it doesn't kill you.'" Stile says. I furrow my brows.
"If." Peter stresses.
"Wait...when did you offer Stiles the bite?" I look over to Peter.
"It's a long story." Peter glances over to Stiles. He then clears his throat and recounts the events of what happened to Derek and Paige. My mind drifts off as I remember my own account of what happened...
I take small, gentle steps through the forest keeping my eyes trained on Uncle Peter. He suddenly whips his head around. A giggle escapes my lips as I duck behind a tree. He doesn't say anything but continues walking forward. I move away from the tree and continue walking. He stops near a cellar door and enters slowly. I follow him and peer down into the dingy cellar.
so this is their hideout...
My body freezes as I hear someone crying and whimpering. I peer my head further into the cellar and my tiny eyes widen. Dereks holds Paige in his arms as she cries. Blood soaks through her shirt. Tears begin falling down my own face.
Is she-
"What's happening to her?"
"He knew the answer, though. It didn't matter that she was young and strong. Some people just aren't made for this. But she fought. She struggled desperately, trying to survive."
Derek's teary eyes look up from Paige to the cellar door. His body stiffens.
"Get her out of here." Derek's voice hardens. Uncle Peter turns around to me.
"Come on." He mutters gently grabbing onto my arm.
"Uncle Peter." I manage to get out "What's happening? Is she-"
"Come on, let's go."
"Mommy! Where's my Mommy." I sob, falling to the ground.
"I'll take you to your mommy, come on." He tries to lift me up.
"I want my mommy," I sob, staying firmly attached to the ground.
"Just-ugh-just wait here and don't move." He starts sprinting and running to the house. I stay on the ground as tears streak down my cheeks. My eyes glance back to the cellar a few times before curiosity gets the better of me. I make my way slowly back to the cellar door and peer down.
"I'm sorry,"
"I knew."
"What do you mean?
"Right after I told you my name, I think I knew." Paige whispers. "I've seen things in this town before, things no one really could explain. And then there's the way that you talk how you say things, like how you'd catch a scent. And I know you can hear things, things that no one else can hear. I knew."
"And you still liked me?"
"I loved you." She gasps in pain."I'm going to die, aren't I?" She gasps in pain again. "I can't. I can't take it anymore." She whimpers, her voice rising. "Derek, I can't. Derek Please. Please." Derek stares at her for a few moments before hesitantly turning her around.
"I'm sorry." He mumbles. His eyes glow amber as he drives his claws into her back. She stops breathing. She doesn't move. I gasp as I fall backward. Derek's screams echo in my head as I lay on the ground outside the cellar.
"Nina!" My mother's voice sounds as she runs over to me. "Why did you leave her here?"
"She was over there when I left." Uncle Peter defends pointing further into the woods.
"Just take her back inside." My mother rubs my back. "She mustn't see this." Peter takes my arm and begins walking me back in the direction of the house as Derek's cries still ring in my head...
A tear rolls down my cheek, but I quickly wipe it away, before turning back to everyone else.
"I remember taking her body from his arms, to the woods, to a place where I knew that it would be found another in a long line of Beacon Hills animal attacks."
"And what about Derek?" Cora asks, her eyes getting teary.
"Taking an innocent life takes Something from you as well, a bit of your soul darkening it, dimming the once brilliant, golden yellow to a cold, steel blue like mine." Peter says glowing his eyes. Stiles' eyes shift to mine slowly.
"And yours." He looks at me with wide eyes. Peter stands up and looks at me.
"Your eyes are blue?" I look down at my feet before looking back at him with my eyes glowing their cold blue. His eyes widen as he stares at me. "What did you do?" He mutters.
"I doesn't matter." I say, blinking my eyes to get rid of the glowing color. He doesn't say anything for a while as his eyes stay trained on my own. A shiver runs down my spine.
The fact that I don't know whether his eyes are filled with concern or with excitement... is what terrifies me the most.
"What?" Cora suddenly breaks the silence. "What's this- what's this look on your face?"
"What look?" Stiles furrows his brows.
"The kind of look that makes me want to punch you." She deadpans.
"Oh, my God, you are so Derek's sister. I forgot." His gaze shifts to mine. "I don't believe I'm saying this but you're definitely the nice twin." I smile smugly at Cora as she rolls her eyes.
"Well, what is with the look?" Cora asks with annoyance.
"I just don't believe him."
"That makes two of us." I let out a breath.
Even though I was young when everything took place, I was observant. I liked observing people, especially Peter as he always snuck around. He had a way of manipulating you without you even knowing it...
"All right, in Ms.Blake's class, we're reading heart of darkness." Stiles continues. "And it's in first person, right? Narrated by Marlow. The thing is that he's an unreliable narrator. You know the details of it have changed, you know, just because of his perspective."
"Well, then we heard the story from Peter's perspective." Cora says.
"Right, and I don't think we got the whole story."
"It wasn't." I speak up. "I wasn't there for most of it but I'm certain Derek would never even think of turning Paige on his own. Peter can be very manipulative."
"But he turned innocent teenagers into werewolves. What stops him from turning her if it meant he could always be with her?"
"Those were just teenagers. That was Paige. Derek loved her. I didn't have to eavesdrop to know that."
"So, what, are - are you just gonna ask Derek about the girl he fell in love with and then killed?" Cora questioned.
"If I have to, yeah." Stiles says.
"Remember Stiles... you don't have supernatural healing."
Season 3A
Episode 8 (Visionary)
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