Dream Catchers - Sterek (Sequel to Tears Don't Fall)

9

"There's no new leads, my dad only knows about the car tracing back to New Mexico" Stiles spoke.

They had regrouped the next morning, making a plan. 

"Then...we go to New Mexico" Scott nodded, taking a deep breath. 

Allison clipped her bow and arrow onto her back, "I'm in." 

"Me too" Isaac smirked as he showed his claws.

They looked towards Lydia, watching as he face scrunched up. "Why the hell not" she sighed. 

~

"You ready?" Argent pulled up outside an old looking building. It was getting  dark, dusk almost falling. 

Derek nodded silently. 

"You better be out by the time i've finished."

"I will. Go."

Chris had an uneasy feeling but nonetheless, him and Derek jumped out of the truck and headed in opposite directions. 

Chris was making the deal, keeping the Calaveras busy while Derek looked for some sort of box. 

Derek headed towards the back of the building. He'd studied the grounds, there was a tunnel entrance here somewhere. He snuffled around, feeling the walls, looking for the hollow part. 

Jackpot. He pressed against the wall and the ground below began to separate. He hesitantly followed the tunnel, it was full of nothing but dust and moss. Wind blew through the tunnel, clutching the scattered pieces of ragged papers, twirling them in the air, only to drop them off into the void. In just meters there was no light from behind, the dark walls absorbing every ray.

Derek carried on, his eyes flashing red for visibility. The tunnel soon began to come to an end. Derek could see nothing but empty space. He followed a second entrance, narrower than the first passage. 

A few meters later he stumbled across an old wooden door. He pushed it, but it didn't budge. He had no other choice than to break through it. There was no quiet about it, the wood shattered to the ground as he plunged his first through it. He just hoped to god no one heard it. 

The room was much different from the tunnel, it was untouched, yet not dusty or rundown. He took a good look around, seeing shimmers of gold and silver jewellery. A shelf containing different types of pottery stood proudly against the wall, glistening slightly. There were boxes upon boxes of ancient artefacts, relics of different kinds. 

Derek set on looking for the box. It was a small brown box with a triskelion engraved in it, he'd know as soon as he saw it. He snuffled around, moving things as quickly but quietly as he could. 

It took a while, but he soon found a box resembling the one he was looking for. He opened it, seeing what was inside. He knew this was it. 

"The ring..." he mumbled to himself, a flash of a childhood memory whirled through his mind. 

He slipped the ring into his pocket, fastening the zip. Quickly, he turned around, eager to get out. 

The sound of a pistol shot cracked through the air, like a ping pong ball striking the table.

And then it hit him.