Everyone Has Demons [Teen Wolf]

39

Six Months Later

APOV

I was sitting cross-legged on the ground. Absent-mindedly I flicked rocks over the cliff edge using my newfound telekinesis. Brooke was lying next to me, on her stomach. She ran her fingers over the grass leaving frost trails in her wake.

The last six months had been full of rebuilding. Learning who we were now, and what we could do. Where we stood in our relationships, not only with each other, but also with our friends. I couldn't speak for Brooke, but I felt good.

I felt more in control of my own life than I ever had. I had a group of friends that I loved more than anything. And I had a sister, who sometimes could be annoying and over bearing, but actually wasn't that bad. I was about to begin my senior year. I was normal, or as close to normal as I could ever be.

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"Some mythology refers to them as angels, a more accurate term might be fairy. You would be most likely to know them as Tuatha Dé Danann," Deaton said. Brooke and I just stared at him.

"Impossible," I said. "The Tuatha Dé Danann are some of the oldest settlers of Ireland. They're a race, not a creature."

"Yes, and no," he said. "True they were born with magic, and as you know, we don't know much about their origin."

"Other than that they migrated from the four mythical cities. And that they brought magical treasures with them," Brooke said.

"Including the cauldron."

"The cauldron I used to become human," I finished. "Are you saying that the cauldron saved me? It's been over a year, and this thing is still watching out for me?"

"It's possible. It's an ancient artifact with very written history on it. We still don't understand how it works."

"It did do that whole adrenaline thing, when you were scared, for a while," Brooke reminded me. "Like a fail safe, like it's trying to keep you alive."

"There is another explanation," Deaton said. "This one may be a little less plausible."

"And it is?" Brooke prompted.

"You have Tuatha Dé Danann blood that was activated by the bite."

"A little less plausible?" I repeated. "My mom was a succubus, my dad was an incubus, that's how this works."

"Not necessarily." He shook his head. "It's possible for a human and a supernatural creature to have a supernatural child."

"So you're saying only one of our parents could be a demon?" Brooke asked. "And one is a member of an ancient supernatural race?"

"I've never heard of someone being born a Tuath Dé," I said. "You would think that'd be in my mom's books. I'm pretty sure they died out."

"Have you ever wondered who sits on the Council?" Deaton asked. "Why they rule the Old World with such a tight fist?"

"A bunch of crazy, old supernaturals, who think they're entitled because they're a few millennium old?" Brooke offered.

"The Council started as an underground sect of the English monarchy. They were created to handle supernatural threats to national security. It was rumored the government also used creatures recruited by the council as weapons. The Council was allowed to scour the continent for supernaturals. Eventually they worked their way around the world as the British colonization expanded. As Great Britain declined in power, so did the power of the Council."