Deception

Room Of Haunted Memories

The darkness slowly lit up. Derek's eyes opening. His vision coming back slowly. His pack were the first thing he saw, they were all still unconscious. Someone wasn't though, kneeling down besides him, watching him.

The last thing Derek remembered was his eyes glowing.

"What did you do!?"

Stiles stood up slowly. He shrugged, his eyes were back to normal or as normal as they could be, there was still a slight tinge of gold to them that Derek swore hadn't been there before. Not that was the problem that made Derek uneasy.

The coldness in Stiles eyes was the problem. He'd never faced such emotion from Stiles before and he didn't know how to react.

"I figured this would be easier" Stiles said.

This would be...?

Then Derek suddenly realised they were not in Stiles room any longer.

They were in a different room that looked unsettling like a cell.

He shook his head, he couldn't believe this was happening that Stiles would turn on them like this.

The broken pack bond had put them through so much pain and now Stiles couldn't help fix it? Or didn't want to fix it?

"We came to get you out!" Derek growled.

How could you?

Stiles snarled eyes blazing "You came to get me out because you need me to help fight a monster of the week!? You want to know know my answer?! No!"

Derek let out a breath as he tried to keep his emotions held back, but he didn't deny what Stiles was saying  "People will die if you don't"

Stiles expression was as cold as ever as he replied stiffly "Not my world, not my problem"

Derek's eyes widened as that.

"You don't mean that!"

"Try me wolf!"

Derek's felt his insides twist and this time he couldn't hold back the anger inside. He stood up, eyes flashing red, baring his teeth.

"You know my name, use it"

Stiles eyes flashed gold as if in response to Derek's eyes and he could see the revulsion in his eyes. The exact same disgust that the other Sorcerous looked at him and his pack with.

"You're a disease, nothing more" Stiles said, lip curling in disgust.

He even stepped back as Derek stood up as it he couldn't stand the thought of  Derek even touching him.

Just like the other Sorcerous, he was...just like them.

"The packs been a through a lot of shit in these past  years because we left you, because we broke that bond. The Lord of Mind was right Stiles and it was the most painful thing we've ever done! And then you-and then you just..." The alpha shook his head in horrifying disbelief.

This was not Stiles...

Stiles gave a spiteful disbelieving laugh but his expression twisting into one of pure rage.

"What you've been through?!"

Derek tensed, the very surroundings seemed to react to Stiles anger.

The air turned cold, like they where standing outside in the winter. The cold wind biting against Derek's face. His supernatural body heat not even being able to keep himself warm. Goose bumps shivered up hid skin.

The pack who where still unconscious shivered where they lay, as if they too could feel the cold that froze the air.

Stiles hands curled into fists and Derek swore he could almost see jolts of golden energy that looked liked electricity dancing on Stiles skin. 

And then the ground... 

Started to rumble. 

"Mieczyslaw!"

The door opened and Madam Rucia stepped through, her eyes locked on to Stiles own. 

The rumbling stopped, the coldness disappeared instantly. 

Derek didn't understand what had just happened. 

Stiles suddenly seemed to look uncomfortable, the anger across his face given way to surprise then he looked a little...embarrassed?

"Rucia" He muttered. 

"Mieczyslaw, I think its best if you leave to cool down for a few moments" Madam Rucia said, she raised her eyes brows at him, there was something in her tone that Derek couldn't identify. 

Stiles then almost seemed to fidget, looking slightly sheepish as he ran rubbed the back of his neck. 

"Yeah...I ah think thats a good idea" 

He walked towards her, not giving Derek a second glance. Madam Rucia then told him, suddenly sounding amused, she even glanced at Derek but was still clearly talking to Stiles. 

"I think the Lord, might want to see you" 

Stiles looked even more sheepish but he gave a chuckle "Yeah...right" 

Then he left. 

Leaving Madam Rucia with Derek and his pack. 

There was a silence for a second then she told him "Don't try and get out, we've put a ruin on the door that repels werewolves, you and the pack won't be able to leave here unless we want you too" 

Derek flared his eyes at her.

"What did you do to him?!"

Her eyes narrowed as she replied icily "Maybe you should be asking yourself that!" 

Derek scowled, he hated feeling so confused! 

"What are you talking about?" He snarled, stepping towards her threateningly. 

Madam Rucia ignored his tone and behaviour, she walked to the wall, putting her hand on it, looking suddenly very grim, she looked down "I guess it would make sense he'd put you in this room, he hasn't been down here in a long time" 

Derek shook his head "I don't-"

She interrupted him, turning to glare at him, her eyes narrowing even more and her words cut into Derek, they cut into him and burned him, burning him even more than any wolves-bane could. 

"This room, this cell was where he was tortured for six months after you and your pack abandoned him!"