Stiles' Brother

Chapter Sixteen

Third Person's POV

A man drags a body bag into a refrigerated room with large, human shaped pieces of meat hanging from the ceiling. As he gets down close to the body bag, something inside of it jumps, startling the man.

"Hey! Hey, relax. I'm going to open the bag." The man says, and he opens the bag, revealing a girl with tape binding her wrists and over her mouth struggling. "It's Kalissa, right? I guess you're coming to a certain conclusion." He says as Kalissa looks around the room with wide, terrified eyes. "You're not going to be leaving this room. It's okay that you're scared. See, contrary to traditional culinary practices, it actually tastes better for someone like me when the kill's been frightened." He snarls at her, revealing his sharp teeth, and Kalissa sobs, closing her eyes tightly. "Look at me, Kalissa. Open your eyes."

The man forces her to look at him, but instead of looking at him, she looks over her shoulder, where Dr. Deaton was standing. The man attacks Dr. Deaton, but Dr. Deaton is faster, and pulls out a baton, using it to attack the man. The man falls to the floor and looks up at Deaton, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Wait, wait! The dead pool's over. You're not going to get paid. It's over." The man says.

"I'm not here to kill you, Patrick. I'm taking you back to Eichen House. Where they know all about your... culinary practices." Dr. Deaton says.

"Are you... are you a cop?" Kalissa asks Dr. Deaton. Deaton smiles at her.

"I'm a veternarian." Dr. Deaton says.

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-At Eichen-

"While I'm relieved to have Patrick back in our care, I still need to advise you against doing this, Alan." Dr. Fenris says. "There's a reason this floor isn't on the brochure."

"I came through on my end of our bargain." Dr. Deaton says. "Now it's your turn. All I want to do is talk."

"The last person that went in to see Valack left the room but not the building. All they did was talk." Dr. Fenris says.

"I'll keep that in mind." Dr. Deaton says, and Dr. Fenris leads Deaton to Valack's cell. "Dr. Valack?" Deaton asks. Valack looks up from his book.

"You must be important. They don't usually let people get this close. They let me read. Unfortunately, all I get are these trashy romance novels. I've read this one seven times." Valack says, and he tosses the book aside as he sits up.

"I was hoping we could talk. My name is Dr. Alan Deaton." Deaton says.

"Oh, I know your specialty, Dr. Deaton. And it isn't cats and dogs, is it?" Valack says.

"I'm here because of what you know about Southern American mythology." Deaton says.

"No. You want to know about Kate Argent. You want to know about La Loba. The Bone Woman." Valack says.

"I need to know what she did to Derek Hale. And if he's dying." Deaton says.

"Why?" Valack asks.

"Because of a promise I made. To a woman I loved." Deaton says.

"Maybe you should write the romance novels." Valack muses. "If you want to know more, Dr. Deaton, you have to come closer."

"I've been advised against that. I only want to talk. To hear what you know." Deaton says.

"You need to see what I know. You do that by coming closer." Valack says, and he removes the bandage that was wrapped around his head, revealing a ragged and bloody hole in the middle of his forehead.