The Void Inside (Void Stiles- book 1/3)

Chapter 8

Void stood outside the animal clinic for a while, waiting. The rain was pouring down once again, soaking his clothes. He stared at the lock on the door. 

'Deja vu.' He mumbled. Only now he didn't need a key, he just smashed the lock.

Alan Deaton was just about to leave when he heard something. It sounded like... like... He didn't really know but it didn't sound good. Alan was a druid for a long time, he knew when something was off. Right now, something was off. Void Stiles was back and a weird sound. Keylee was kidnapped and no one had any idea where she was. 

He walked slowly to where the sound came from, the back door. He took a syringe with kanima venom just to be sure. His suspicions were right. At least, it looked like it.

'Stiles? what are you doing here so late? Do you need anything else?'

He walked closer until he was close enough to use the kanima venom. Only Void stopped him by taking his wrist in a painful grip. He looked up.

'Lets drop the act shall we. You and I both know why I'm here. Or well, you will know after I told you this. Iriomote.'

Alan Deaton visibly paled. 'No, that's impossible.' 

Void tilted his head a bit. Then he took the syringe from the man in front of him by twisting his wrist in an even more painful position. 

Deaton stood as calm as possible. Being calm was something he always was. He knew pain, he had learned to live with it.

'You can't get her, she's just a girl now.'

Void sighted. 'See, that's it. She's just a girl now. When I'm done... oh, when I'm done.... Just wait. But first, I want you to give me what I need. Where is it Alan? Where did you hide the book this time?'

'Somewhere were you will never get it.' He answered calmly.

Void took a knife out of his pocket and held in in front of his face. Twisting it and studying the blade. Then, while he still focused on he knife, he spoke calmly to Dr. Deaton. 'You'll talk. They always talk. You will be no exception.'

Deaton looked the nogitsune straight in the eyes. 'No matter how much you hurt me. I'm not going to tell you anything. I know what you will do once you have it. I won't let that happen to her.'

'Oh, but I'm not gonna hurt you that much. And for the last part, I believe it's already to late. She's starting to trust me you know. Trust the fox.'

Void took the knife in a right grip and slid it across Deaton's arm. The cut wasn't long but it was deep. Deaton looked at him in horror when he realized what Void was about to do.

Void looked in his eyes. 'Keep looking at me would you Alan. I want to see it, I want to see it change inside of you. And you know there's nothing you can do. For once you will lose your calm manner, you lose, I get what I want, I win.'

They both kept staring at each other when Void took one of his flies and pressed it in the wound. The little insect sneaked inside and slowly corrupted the druid.

Void placed a part of himself in someone else, now he looked through the eyes of the fly, or Deaton. He saw the memories. He saw what he needed to see.

'You're smart. I have to say that. Covering the book in another book. Placing it between the vials with wolfs-bane and mistletoe. I have to admit, it's good, just not good enough.'

Void walked over to the cabinet and took a small book out of a bigger book. 'I'm a spirit. A little mountain ash wont stop me.'

He turned around, Deaton was possessed in a way but apparently could still try to get rid of it. 'Now, before I go I believe you got something for me. How much does it really hurt Alan?'