• Phase • Derek Hale/OC • Teen Wolf Fanfiction •

Erica

"If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott asked as they moved around the interior of Isaac's house with a flashlight to see.
It would be too risky to put the lights on and chance the neighbors reporting activity in the home to the police.

"I don't know yet." Derek looked around the living room as he spoke.

"Then..." Scott sighed, "How do you guys know he's telling the truth?"

"I just do." Sam shrugged as they made their way into the kitchen and she saw broken glass on the floor and the overturned chairs at the table.

She swallowed hard and hugged her arms around herself.
Before her father went to jail, their kitchen had been a replica of this scene on a nightly basis.

"I trust my senses." Derek reasoned, "And it's a combination of them... not just your sense of smell."

Scott shrunk down in place.
Derek must have been at the school and saw the lacrosse practice where he'd been trying to sniff out who the other werewolf was.

He'd hoped he'd gone about it subtly enough but judging from the look on Derek's face, he was second guessing that now.

"You saw the lacrosse practice today?" Scott asked.

"Yeah." Derek came to a stop to face him.

"Did it really look that bad?" Scott cringed.

"Yeah." Derek nodded.

Sam was only half-listening to their conversation. Her attention kept getting pulled to the hallway.

She looked over her shoulder to where Scott and Derek were still standing in the kitchen doorway.
Derek had been clear about his intentions of wanting Scott to join their pack and was using this as training exercise to try and sway him.

Sam wasn't the point of fully trusting in her senses and abilities yet. Confidence over all wasn't her strong suit.
But she was trying.

Leaving them in the kitchen to talk, she ran her fingers along the wall as she walked into the dark hallway.

She felt uneasy.
It was like tension and torment had seeped into the structure and became a part of it's very foundation.

At first she thought maybe the tug she felt was going to pull her to Isaac's bedroom, but instead when she opened the door she saw a stairway leading down into what looked like utter blackness without any lights being on.

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she put the flashlight on and made her descent.

With every step down the feelings of pain and negativity grew.

It wasn't just fear that she felt seeping up from the floors, it was utter terror.
Not just pain but absolute torture.

Her eyes immediately went to an old large chest freezer pulled out near the middle of the room.
She moved some loose hanging plastic out of her way as she walked and just barely caught sight of some scratches on the floor.

Kneeling down, she aligned her fingers with the markings and slowly drug her hand over it. They were leading in the direction of the freezer.

Sam stood up and wiped her eyes with the back of her free hand. She hadn't even realized the impressions left in the basement had brought her to tears.

Her legs shook as she closed in on the chest freezer.
Shakily, she laid a hand down on the surface and and closed her eyes.

She didn't even have to open it to know what she'd see inside of it.
In fact, she couldn't bring herself to open it at all.