Tattoo

"Beautiful... but defiant, aren't you?"

His voice was soft, in it no sign of anger, aggression. Nothing. There was nothing in his voice and it broke her heart to hear it. That he would be so indifferent to her. How much it had changed him. Waldorf's words rang in her ears, so long ago. He had told her to run, run for her life, for if Deucalion found her, he'd kill her. And if, by some miracle, he'd eventually get his sanity back and he'd realize he had killed her, the one person he never wanted to hurt, it would destroy him. Forever.

And here they were. Six years of running later. She wished he could see her eyes. Just once. Wished he could see in them that even after all this time, he was still all she wanted. Despite all the fear, despite the fact that she wanted to hate him, should hate him, she couldn't. She wished he could see that her love for him had always been stronger than all that, and had always made her weaker.

"Because I know something. I know you are afraid of him."

He smirked.

"Of a teenage boy?"

Amusement in his voice. What could one like him possibly have to be afraid of? Who could possibly overpower one like him? Of course she knew. She had always known. She had always seen the greatness in him, long before he had lashed out this way. He had been so much more then. But he had fallen. Ever so often the difference between genius and madness is just in one decision. He had chosen madness, Scott McCall would chose genius.

"Of the man he will become."

He smiled and caressed her cheek. The touch terrified her because it was all she longed for but she knew it might well be the last time. What had happened to his promise? That she was his and that he would always protect what was his? That he would never hurt her, never let anyone harm her? Empty words. Empty, beautiful words she had loved to hear, even though something inside her had always known they were lies...

"I am aware of a certain potential threat. But then someone once taught me a very smart way to eliminate a threat: Get someone else to do it for you."

His voice was hollow. That beast before her, he was not the man she had fallen in love with when she had been just a girl. The man she would have gladly gone to war for, the man she had killed for. He was gone. And it hit her.

"Derek..." she wasn't even aware she said it out loud. But of course. Of course it had to be Derek. Of course he would go for Talia's son. It always came down to them, didn't it? Deucalion and Talia.

She had trouble breathing against the pain from the deep claw marks on her side, she tasted blood in her mouth where Kali had slapped her, but she managed to raise her hand to touch his cheek. He leaned his head just a little, just enough for his lips to brush over the small tattoo on her wrist and it felt like it had so long ago. Her beautiful Blind King who didn't see, but only saw her.

"I always said… you'd be the only one I'd allow to kill me," she whispered. He smiled. That made it easier. She felt his claws on her skin, then saw him lash out. She closed her eyes, braced for the inevitable.

They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. That is not quite true. She didn't see her whole life. Not the dull part of her human existence. Only that short, beautiful time she had spent with him, followed by the long terrible years running from him. Her memories were full of him, always him. The only one worth remembering. His smile, the way he had made her feel beautiful without even having to look at her, the first time he had kissed her – even just her forehead – and the last time he had kissed her lips. She remembered how he would kiss her goodnight, caressing her hair, how he would whisper with his lips brushing her ear. She heard it so clear now.

"Goodnight, my Queen."

And then everything was dark.


Author note:

I know, I know I should be writing my OUAT fic's! I feel horrible about it! But I am completely lacking a Captain Hook muse at the moment and I blame Teen Wolf for that! And the fact that there are almost no Deucalion centric fanfic's around to satisfy my need for this man right now. So I am getting this out of my system. This fic is about Deucalion's original pack, before he killed them all and became, you know, the Demon Wolf. I am starting with it eight years before the events of season 3 and ending (as seen above) with the episode Tattoo. There are a few headcanon's I need to clarify before we start:

There is such a thing as moonchildren – described later on as humans born with 'wolf' in their blood, humans that should have actually been born as wolves. It will be revealed that Scott is a moonchild, Isaac might be one too, I am not sure yet. And in my universe, Deucalion's original pack were almost all moonchildren, because they are a stronger power source than ordinary Betas (which will explain why he was a) a more powerful Alpha than others and b) why he will later be stronger than the other Alphas in the Alpha pack). The term Talia Hale will use for an Alpha like Deucalion is 'Superior' which indicates that he may not be the first like that...

Lyka is not actually an entirely original character, she is the unnamed girl that saved Isaac in Tattoo and is supposedly (or not?) killed by Deucalion afterwards – Jeff has hinted that we never saw a body so she might be alive, who knows... The fact Deucalion called her 'beautiful but defiant' made me very, very interested (aka he has a talent of making me ship him with people really, really hard just the second before he kills them off – see Ennis!). Did he know her before? And since we never actually learned if she is a wolf or not (her wounds didn't heal, but they were wounds inflicted by Alpha's and she and Isaac were up and around at around the same time, so…) I took the freedom to make her a wolf. I named her Lyka as a variation of the Greek word for wolf and it's basically a fake anagram for Kali and I wanted these two to be in a very strong contrasting role in Deucalion's life, making it very significant that Kali did the finishing blow before Deucalion got there in tattoo. You will see more on that later.

I briefly considered her to be Alicia, Boyd's sister, but changed my mind eventually in favour of another theory involving Scott instead. Lyka is Scott's cousin twice removed or something ^^ on daddy's side, so I came up with one thing or the other about the McCall family, going along with the line that Scott is apparently a very special werewolf. (I am simply assuming McCall was his father's name, I couldn't recall if Melissa kept her maiden name and honestly didn't feel like going back to check...)

Concerning the Argent family and Duke's history with them: In my fic, Deucalion as he is now did not bite Alexander Argent, but in a way he still did, you will see ;) Gerard was the one who blinded Duke, roughly one month prior to the events in this fic, so it's relatively recent and I'll touch on that.

Now I almost have a note as long as the prologue. Sorry about that.