NIGHTMARES, DEREK HALE

🍒006; Memories

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A pair of hands were in another set of hands–––hands that seemed to be stronger and rougher than the set of hands that were being held, oh, so, soft and delicate, the owner to the hands that were being held lightly flinched as the pads of the person's fingers softly rubbed onto their skin.

A masculine chuckle echoed throughout the quiet room. "Still as jumpy as ever, aren't you, Maia?"

Maia's green doe eyes looked into the Peter's dark blue devilishly eyes. "What are you doing?"

"What you want." Peter hums, tilting his head with the devilish and charming smirk he always has.

Maia's eyes took notice of his hands that caressed her wrists.

"What i want from you, is to concentrate and try not to lose concentration, can you do that?" Peter asks.

"Uh, yeah." Maia breathlessly whispers.

"No, no, i want a real answer, can you do it, yes or no?" Peter repeats.

Maia slowly nods, quietly responding. "Yeah, uh- i-i mean, yes, i can do that."

Maia broke eye contact away from him, her trying to pull her hand away, but his grip was strong, tugging tightly on her hands.

Maia then felt his other hand taking a hold of her face, his fingers grasping onto her jaw, forcing her to look at him in a swift movement.

"You don't have to be shy, we're all friends here, don't worry, Scott won't know, it's not like i'm getting out of here to tell him." He says, catching the sight of her emerald doe green eyes.

"I want you to focus on the last time you were here." He says.

Maia confusingly looks at him and his fingers slowly moved to her neck, then back to her hands.

"When i came to see you?" She asks in confusion.

"When you had yourself in complete and total control, you remember that time, don't you?" He questions.

All the memories of that night started flashing back in–––the psychotic doctor trying to drill a hole in her head, the yells of anger from the orderlies, the guards...the threatened hissing and growls, the snapping of necks.

"Good."

Maia quickly came back to reality, blinking at the man in front of her, she then saw scales appearing on her hands, which made her gasp in shock, she then pulled her hand away but he grabbed onto her hand.

"Don't." Peter warns.

"Turn back." He commands.

Maia frowned, she looked at her hands, confused on how she changed, but now, she seemed confused on how to help herself when she didn't even know what just happened.

"I don't know how." Maia whispers hopelessly.

"Yes, you do, do you know why you think you can't? You're repressing something." He then says. "Remember what i told you? It's okay to hurt someone once in a way, lots even!"

"I'm not a murderer." She deeply frowns.

"Says the girl that killed a bunch of guards and orderlies the last time she came here." He reminds.

"They wanted to hurt me." Maia defensively says.

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At the Stilinski's house, Stiles still seemed to be freaking out about what happened with him, Skylar and Donovan.

"Stiles!" Skylar says in frustration, seeing him pacing up and down.