Moonlight Tryst ✖︎ Teen Wolf

0009 ➳ Deucalion

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Evelyn Hall's POV - 23 / 06 / 2013 : Beacon Hills

"How do you know Deucalion?" I scratched my forehead, my eyebrows jumping up in confusion, 

"I don't know." Isaac huffed in annoyance,

 "Can I talk to him or not, you've established that I'm not in for what I did, so why am I here?" he shrugged, 

"I don't know?" I rolled my eyes, 

"How did you even become a deputy, your pretty f*cking, atrociously stupid. I mean like seriously clueless, doesn't oblige to the rules, I also get the feeling that you have committed a crime. Probably been accused of murder multiply times. I mean you look like bloody Bambi, I only have bad memories of Bambi," I shook my head smirk playing on my lips, "I was always a disturbed little girl, waiting for the hunter's to murder Bambi." Isaac growled, like full on growled as though he was an animal. 

"Woah- back up wolf boy," I muttered holding my hands up in surrender as he took a threatening step forward. "We don't need you going all doe-eyed on me now do we," I muttered as he sent me an apologetic look. 

"Look I need you to-" I blinked, "I need you to-" I closed my eyes, rubbing them, "to-." My eyes widened horror, "No, no not again, No!" I screamed, as I threw my head up at the ceiling. I grabbed my mangled hair, as the leaves rustled around me. 

"Evelyn we need you to remember," 

"No, no, please, No! no, no, no," I mumbled repeatedly, 

"Remember!" the voice screamed, 

I shook violently shuffling until I hit a solid wall, "No," I whimpered, 

"Lembrar!" the shrill voice screamed, like a howl in the wind, the screeching unbearable loud. 

I felt a smooth substance trickle out of my ears, as my teeth chattered uncontrollable. The wind blowing my hair around, as leaves began to fall to the ground, brown and crumbled slowly trickled into ash as fire consumed them.

"Teña en conta que Evelyn lembre, lembre-se Derek, o seu paquete, a súa familia, o seu self, o que é, quen é vostede." The voice repeated pulling me into a trance, my shaking began to stop, as I felt my limbs go numb. My breathing returned to normal as my eyes snapped open. 

"Lucifer." 

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"What was the last thing you saw?" Peter asked, as I reprimand from snapping his neck. I looked up at him huffing as I stared at him unblinking. 

"All right what's your last name," I scoffed. 

"Hall." He applauded, 

"She speaks," I stood up abruptly, causing him to take a step back, smirking I raised my eyebrows as I reached around him grabbing my glass of water. My eyes unmoving, and emotionless I stared up at him as I returned to my seat taking a slow sip. "Who am I?" he asked as I rolled my eyes, 

"A narcissistic, sarcastic asshole who's getting on my nerves, also has severe mental problems and thrives on attacking innocent children. Also known as Psychotic Peter, I enjoyed calling you Mr handsome for the time in which you pretended to be comatose. Now you're just a d*ck that I enjoy snapping the neck of." I licked my lips puckering them in the process, as I slouched in my chair. 

"Well that didn't hurt at all," he feinted grabbing his heart as I snorted, 

"It would hurt if I ripped your limbs off," 

"And we're back to the threatening teenager, great," he looked towards the two way mirror, as I grabbed his arm, pushing it into his back and driving him into the ground. Using my knee I placed it in the centre of his spine, my teeth gracing his neck delicately. 

"You know I always enjoyed your company Peter, why don't we just be friends, let me out of here and I'll help you with your plans to kill-" he cut me of gasping for air as I clutched his neck. 

"I don't need your help, and they won't let you out of here until they can insure your safety," I scoffed, 

"Insure my safety, I'm the safest one here, it's hard enough making deals to protect all of you," I huffed punching the concrete wall. Before sliding down, Peter exited in the process as another entered. 

"Look we need your help," I looked up into familiar green orbs. 

"Look," I mocked, "I suggest you leave the room before Agnes gets jealous," he frowned, 

"Jealous of what?" 

"Get out," I scowled as I closed my eyes, my head resting against the wall as my fists clenched and unclenched. 

"No, why would she be jealous!" he demanded, 

"I don't know why don't you ask my English teacher," I smirked as his face fell. "It's not like we were together, Agnes seems to like you though, too bad I don't," I snorted, 

"I was planning on leaving town, would you mind letting me go?" I asked rattling the chains on my feet that enabled me to wander around the room. 

"Why are you leaving?" he asked, as he took a seat. 

"Nybbas wants to drag me to hell, while his other personality or person Aneirin wants me to fall in love with him." Derek looked at me confused, as I chuckled biting my lip lightly. 

"Alright, Aneirin and Nybbas are brother's who both died at the exact same time on two different days, the day before and the day following. Aneirin the younger brother had somnambulism the condition of sleep walking. One night during sleep walking he killed his twin brother, Nybbas, the next day upon realising what he had done he committed suicide, at the exact same hour his brother had died. Their mother, Verne, summoned them to Mystic falls where they lived 2000 years ago, due to the amount of power she relinquished she died. Her sacrifice enabling only one brother to pass through, or so we thought. The problem being they were both twins and passed into one body, Aneirin's body. Two people, two personalities, two goals, and only one body." Derek frowned, 

"So you're in danger," I huffed, 

"Sure. Me." I shook my head laughing, "No I'm not in danger, Lucifer's looking after me, something like that," his eyes widened, 

"The devil is looking out for you," I rubbed my knuckles carelessly, 

"Mhmm," I mumbled, "You know what, I'm tried, hungry, and so goddamn curious, what the hell's been happening?" Derek looked at me questioningly, 

"I think I'm going to get Peter," he replied softly, his face void of emotion as he left, I shrugged, 

"Hey Peter," I smiled cheekily.