He was beginning to get restless and started drumming his fingers on the wheel. Just a couple more minutes through the reserve and he'd be soaking in a scalding bath and get all the kinks in his body worked out by his masseuse. Derek adjusted his rear-view mirror a bit and angled it so that he could catch a glimpse of the backseat to check if, indeed, he did not forget Cora's graduation gift. He couldn't make it then, but now that he had a bit of free time, by God, he was gonna make up for it and be the perfect, adoring brother again.
It was awfully quiet out, Derek noticed. Eerily quiet. He peered at the darkness in front of him, illuminated by his headlights, and after a few seconds felt a shiver run up his back. He always thought that it was only an expression, not something so literal, but here it was, making his hair stand on end like static electricity.
Derek checked his phone then only to discover he had no coverage. Now something definetley weird is happening, since he usually had full service bars in this close to the edge of the reserve. He quickly rolled up his windows and fixed his rear-view mirror. Derek glanced down at himself, glasses sliding down a bit, to check if he had his seatbelt on. And he did. Derek slammed his foot on the accelerator, and he sped on into the night.
He didn't want to admit it outright but Beacon Hills... there's something weird about it. He can feel it in his bones. Not just that, but there are also the facts like Beacon Hills, for a town so small, had so many unsolved cases and homicides of perplexing natures. When night fell, you can feel it settling over the town like a snug blanket, hiding... something.
Derek was beggning to relax a bit. Just a teeny, tiny bit. Enough for him to lower his shoulders which were up to his ears due to the tension, and to massage his aching neck and temples.
When a tree fell from the sky 50 feet in front of his car.
He was so shocked he didn't even make a peep. He was about to slam the breaks and turn the wheel when his eyes caught a dark figure dash from the woods. He blinked and it was suddenly in front of him, all dark and menacing, wearing a hooded trench coat. Derek forgot all about the break and braced himself for the thud of a body and his eventual demise from a freak accident. What are the chances that you'd kill and be killed in a span of a couple of seconds?
The hooded figure in front of his car slammed its hand on the hood of his car as it came into reaching distance and everything stopped.