Changing Patterns

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"Who's trouble are you?" Peter spoke matching the woman's voice and dropping his yellow eye to narrow through his hair and lashes.

"Hmm! Well naturally, the Sanctor of course." Anemandria kept a cool outside as her eyes scanned over the room and finally fell to stiles. She grinned.

"Sanctor? The one who enacts, what the hell does that mean?" Lydia boomed hating not know shit about shit in the supernatural world. While no one noticed the witch's eyes settling on a scared and stepping back stiles who felt as though his brain was know burning with her eyes pinned to his own.

"Hmm... not trouble technically, I'm only going to keep you to this home, of course, keeping you from your disdainful duties." Anemandria smiled again and raised a hand toward stiles.

"W-what?" Stiles stepped back, his back hitting the edge of the halls entrance. She began to incant something- something familiar in Stiles's brain as he spun to the side, a glowing blue orb falling to the wall he'd once leaned again.

Derek lunged forward at the seeming attack, his claws meeting the witch's arm to which she bellowed out in a humanly yell. She pulled away, dusting herself into the black smoke from before and settling at the wall her magic orb had landed. A small glowing blue covering the wall. She looked back holding her arm in hand and leveled her eyes at the blue, a small annoyed tug of her lips as she shrugged her shoulder and soon let them slouch.

"At least we know your house will never be destroyed."

"It's a mansion." Peter said calmly in his usual tone before his clawed hand met her throat and gripped. Pushing her back up the wall slightly, she chocked and squirmed know she couldn't dust with actual contact in motion.

Derek pulled stiles two steps to his chest, not touching, but defensively planting the boy in reach of his protection. Derek growled, hand still gently over Stiles's arm as he watched, they both watched; stiles squirming at the sight before tearing his eyes to Scott, he'd always seemed to do that when someone was close to death. Derek both respected and hated that stiles trusted him to stop it every time. Scott suppressed a growl as he gripped peters hand and Anemandria's wrist pulling the omega away and tugging the woman, the witch, in place against the wall where she coughed seriously.

"It won't hurt him!" She screamed quickly with her scratching and hurting voice, tugging her arm ineffectively. "Just!.. keep him here till his twenty second birthday!" She continued after a pause.

"That won't hurt me?" Staples started toward the woman a few steps. "What about school, work, research, people, fresh air, doctor appointments, for fucks sake- you've met wolves right!"

Derek stepped closer to Stiles's back, still feet away with a huff. The woman scoffed and continued to tug her hands knowing there wouldn't be any change in her position. Her other hand though twisted and formed a blue spiral below it, creating attention and pulling eyes from around the room, the spiral became intricate as she chanted under her breath, eyes glowing blue and filling dark as her incantation got louder and a drop of black fell from her eye. She then spoke when the spiral connected to her finger tips was stable and didn't need more voice.

"Oh darling, it's for the better of the supernatural of beacon hills. Besides, your pack will take care of you."

Her voice was cooing again, she pointedly flashed her eyes brighter at the approaching omega at her side; who cover his eyes with a glare and backed away. She then raised her hand toward stiles before her and the spiral offered a calm blue before being a blinding light. Scott released the witch and covered his eyes backing up, as with everyone else. Derek pinched his eyes shut and covered them with one hand standing behind stiles, his other catching the humans wrist and pulling him back as the blue orb that shone and represented the hold shot forward and dying out the light. Derek pulled stiles back a few steps, stumbling him sideways ineffectively. Half the orb shattered against his shoulder as it passed, the other half meeting the window and rolling down the wall rather then shattering.

The woman's black-blue smoke dusted out and she was gone, her voice and bright blue light disappearing instantly and drowning out with Stiles's yell when the orb hit him. He and Derek having fallen to the floor with the human, leaned back against Derek's chest, one leg flailed over the werewolf's thigh and hands on both for stability. Derek propping himself up on his hands and back against the stairs to the hallway; only two there for a small separated design Peter wanted for the house so badly. The living room had the same feature.

"Are you okay!?" Lydia yelled instantly falling next to the two and pulling stiles forward for a hug. She pushed his shoulders back after a quick squeeze and inspected the boy slightly. Scott, Cora, Peter, and rather the whole pack joined them quickly.

Lydia and Allison helping the human off their alpha as Derek is pulled to his feet with the help of Scott. Peter slaps the man on the back as he brushes off his surly hurting ass.

"I'm alright, sourwolf broke the fall. But that thing hit my shoulder." Stiles rolled his shoulder after sending a smirk and thumb in Derek's direction.

"Does it hurt?" Cora reached forward to place a hand on his arm, assuredly to take his pain, stopping at the memory of his anger with werewolf morphine.

"No, actually. It just surprised me. What the hell did it do." Stiles looked around catching a glimpse of Peter whispering to Derek and the man glaring at his uncle in confused dislike.

"What she said?" Scott suggested. "Lock you away for the next three years."

"Which mean we have to figure out how to get it off- that, spell?" Erica cut in instantly, questioning what just happened.

"Cool- so, Deaton's our best bet, but we've already pounded him with so much, maybe we should wait a little." Lydia spoke.

"Aww," stiles whined with a nod knowing it was best; getting that point out with his physical agreement, his eyes then settling on Scott and remembering the earlier promise of catching the whole truth stiles was missing out on in the hospital.

"Right. And what about the whole- Sanctor thing?" Liam finally spoke after his silent threatening of claws, and teeth, and growling.

Isaac was already at Stiles's side, initially checking stiles for any wounds, unlike what he'd already said. The wolfs hands run over Stiles's neck, then shoulders, pushing beneath the green and black flannel he wore over a gray shirt. Isaacs hands then move down Stiles's arms and quickly froze, his worried and scared for the human look changing into surprise as he looked up past stiles, who was no where near paying attention as he stared down Scott with the -control-your-puppy-mate-cause-this-is-annoying- look. Derek was eyeing Isaacs hands on stiles with surprising eyes, they had color, rust red almost behind his hazel green. The beta pulled off of stiles and stepped back then meeting Stiles's eyes, one brow cocked at Isaacs wide eyes. He needed a quick cover.

"Fine~ fine! Don't get mad at me Scott." He started turning to look at his -werewolf-boyfriend-not-boyfriend-. "My hands are all yours." He sung with a grin and spun toward the alpha, who was insanely blushing at the words with a horrified look. Stiles burst into laughter and doubled over with others laughing in suit. Derek though shook his head and turned his eyes to a smirking, and staring, Peter.

He sighed knowing shit was about to be questioned, hell! he had questions for himself at this point, peter may be able to help. He didn't want peters help- peter and all his manipulative help.

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