Chapitre 20

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- Come to our house, finally to Damon and me. I know what the creature is. Stiles says. Some of the pack are there?
"Yes, they are all there"
- Only Isaac and Scott can come.
"Okay, we're coming. »

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About twenty minutes later, they were all six installed in the living room. Stiles took a deep breath and then explained...

- You hunt basilisks.
- They're not snakes. Scott cut him off.
- I know. But in some legends the basilisk was the mixture of a rooster, a dragon and a bat.
- A real monster, but quite similar to what we saw. replied Chris.
- Why are they here? Isaac asked.
- Nemeton.

This answer made them all sigh.

- Why did this thing have to be in our town. Said his father.
- How do we kill them? Chris asked.
- You have to soak balls and claws in a mixture based on a certain plant that will be prepared by our favorite vet druid.
- Just the fact that it's soaked will it work? Scott asked.
- Yes, because the mixture will be absorbed. Wolves, you risk nothing. The moment you claw or rip the beast, the product will go into it.
- When can we have it? Asked his father.
- From this evening. Deaton will call you. Also you have to touch the basilisk in each animal part otherwise it will regenerate. Damon said.
- Every animal part? Scott asked.
- You have to hurt her in the head, in each of her wings, her belly and the rest of her body. Explained her man.
- This is not going to be easy. Said Isaac.
- But we have to. Said Chris in turn. Thanks Stiles, you've been a great help.
- He does it all the time. His best friend replied.

He smiles at her.

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It was a little past ten o'clock. He was pacing around the living room. He was waiting for news from his father. Tonight they were to kill the beasts.

As he made his hundredth back and forth, he felt arms wrap around him.

- Calm yourself. They will call you. There were two creatures, give them time.
- What if I was wrong? What if it wasn't a basilisk, but...

Damon had turned him in his arms, he kissed him to shut him up.

- You were never wrong in your research, Isaac told me.

He sighed as he rested his forehead against his lover's chest.

- I hope you're both right.

They stood like that for a few minutes when his phone rang. He took off quickly.

- Dad !
- I think you just made me deaf son.
- Are you doing well ? And Chris? Isaac, Scott?
- Everyone is well. And the creatures are dead and dissolved. This plant is very impressive.
- You'll have to thank Deaton.
- And you my son. It was you who found out what it was. We are going home.
- Rest well dad.
- You also. Finally you too.

They hung up. He sighed in relief as he snuggled up against his man.

- See, he's fine.
- You were right.
- I'm always right little cat.

He smiled as he patted his vampire's chest.

- How about we go to bed? Damon offered her.
- Yes, okay, I'm tired.

Hand in hand, they went to their bedroom. After a tender and gentle embrace, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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