So hopefully last chapter wasn't too rushed. I feel looking back that it maybe should have been split into two chapters and stretched out more. There was lots of opportunity for Scott and Stiles but my mind just blanked looking at my rough notes for the story.
Anyways the next few chapters are going to have some violence in them, see if we can't earn that M rating. If this is something that you're not up for this story could be a long road for you :D
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As always reviews make me do a happy dance, thanks, ~C~
Chapter 4: Distractions
Derek waited until well after night fall to double back to the house again. It was one time he was definitely thankful for his elevated werewolf body heat. He'd run out shirtless so he stuck to the preserve thinking he might draw too much attention. The whole time he'd been gone he couldn't get Kate's words out of his head. He was torn on whether she was telling the truth. If anyone was a good enough liar to trick his wolf senses it was her.
He was glad to see the Hale house was quiet as usual when he got back. It was dark but with his wolf eyes glowing blue he didn't need any extra light. He made his way into the house cautiously. He could still smell her way too sweet perfume but it was faded they had left not long after him. Derek looked to see more broken glass and bullets littering the floor.
He carefully picked it all up maneuvering a shirt to use as a makeshift cover on his hands. Like hell he was touching those with his bare hands. He'd had enough wolfsbane for a lifetime just a few short days ago. The spot on his arm still itched sometimes which was incredibly annoying. He dumped all the junk into an empty file box. Good thing he had moved his mothers files and books he had saved. He couldn't imagine what the Argents would do with that kind of knowledge.
Derek slowly made his way up the stairs his weariness staring to show. His legs felt like they weighed a ton. He trudged up the stairs and dove face first into the bed. He laid there still in his jeans and sneakers for at least ten minutes before he groaned and got up. Derek pushed off his jeans, socks and shoes in one smooth movement. They hit the floor with a loud thud and he laid back on the bed.
When he laid back with a thump something fell from the corner of the desk. Derek finally flicked on the light to see the small book now laying open on the floor. He'd almost forgotten about it.
"I don't care what's in it," he told himself, "I'm just going to burn it."
He flicked off the light and settled back in trying to sleep. Suddenly he furrowed his heavy eyebrows and groaned. He got out of the bed and picked up the book meaning to close it but his curiosity was piqued when he looked down to see a drawing. He opened it up to look at it better and found a pencil drawing of a beautiful black wolf with glowing red eyes. He recognized the wolf immediately.
"Mom," he whispered into the dark a sharp stab of pain hit him in the chest almost doubling him over.
The heartbreak felt like too much but like a car crash he couldn't look away as he started to read some writing along side the very accurate and detailed drawing.
'Today is a day I've been dreading for six years. I'm returning to the memories that haunt me. To the dreams I can't shake. To the people I've lost but not forgotten. I'm returning to my sins.'
Derek slammed the book closed not wanting to read any more. He was confused but he was mostly angry. Did she have something to do with the fire that tore his family to shreds? Was she there the night that the fire burned the hate into his heart?
There was no way he was going to sleep now. Before he could stop himself a growl ripped out of his throat and he punched the nearest wall. He relished in the distraction the pain caused for two minutes before it was gone. He had broken his hand, blood was smeared on his knuckles and his wall. Derek sighed heavily before deciding that getting out of the house was the best thing he could do.
He got in his car and drove for a while trying to clear his head. So much had happened in a short amount of time. The alpha had killed a man at a video store, a mountain lion had shown up at the school and Argent gunned it down. Add in all this stuff with Kate and the book, Derek felt about ready to snap. He drove by the mall and seen Scott walking in.
He slowed down getting an idea of how he was going to distract himself and maybe feel a little better. He had promised Scott he would train him but had left out when and how he was going to do it. Derek got a wicked gleam in his eye as he pulled into the parking garage and waiting for Scott.
About twenty minutes later Scott came out of the door to the parking structure. He had a few bags in his hands as he looked for his car. Derek watched crouched down following him from behind the cars. Scott looked like he was lost, although Derek was starting to wonder if he always looked lost. He fumbled in his pocket for his keys for a moment before he set the bags down. Scott clicked the button and listened for his cars beep. His wolf hearing allowed him to hear it the next level up.
While he was distracted Derek got as close as he could crochet behind a car just next to Scott. Scott bumped one of the bags and sent a bottle of yogurt rolling.
"Oh crap!" Scott chased the bottle as it rolled under the car and right to Derek's feet.
Scott sighed dejected. Derek slashed the bottle carefully with his claws and rolled it back to Scott under the car. Every time it rolled by the slash it left a little yogurt on the ground. It stopped just in front of Scott's feet. Scott immediately saw the slash and started to look up but Derek let out a low warning growl.
Scott took of running as fast as he could. Derek had to stop himself from laughing at how strong Scott's fear smelt. He chased him down on all fours staying far enough away that Scott didn't see his face. They ran up a couple levels all the time Scott's fear smelling stronger and stronger. Derek never understood why fear smelt good to him. It had to be something about the primal need to chase down prey. He was a predator after all.
Scott finally hid behind a car his heart pounding in his chest. Scott couldn't help but think how glad he was that being a werewolf had cured his asthma. He was sure the Alpha was going to kill him if he got his claws on him. Derek had said the Alpha wanted him in his pack but Scott wasn't convinced. Maybe the Alpha didn't mean to bite him and just wanted him gone.
Suddenly Scott got an idea of how to throw the other wolf's senses off so he could get away. He hopped up on the next car in the row and ran across all the cars. The loud alarms going off was enough to throw his head for a loop let alone everything else. He ran around the next corner and slid down to the ground hiding and praying the Alpha didn't catch him.
He was feeling pretty confident until he felt his phone start to go off. He clawed desperately at his pocket trying to get the damn thing out. He knew he was done for. Suddenly he heard the crunch of metal as someone heavy landing on the hood behind him. He felt hands grab his shoulder roughly and he tried to fight them off but they were stronger than him.
His back slammed onto the car hood hard. Knocking the wind from Scott's lungs. He breathed heavily trying to force the air back in. He looked up to meet the stone cold eyes of Derek Hale.
"You're dead!" Derek declared with a sneer.
Derek released Scott and shook his head at the younger Beta. Derek got off the car hood and started to walk away. He'd made his point that Scott wasn't ready for all of this. He hoped it might force Scott to stay away from the Argents as they were the most dangerous element right now. He was worried about the Alpha for sure. But it seemed every week new hunters were showing up, drawn here by the promise of killing a murderous Alpha.
Scott chased after Derek desperate for answers, "what the hell was that?"
"I said I was going to train you," Derek scoffed, "I didn't say when."
Scott couldn't believe his ears, what the hell had happened to Derek to make him like this. He was sure this wasn't how Derek's family had trained him before everything had happened.
"You scared the crap out of me," Scott accused.
Derek looked the boy over and couldn't help his reaction, "not yet," he could tell Scott wasn't getting the point.
"O-okay but I was fast right?" Scott asked hoping for some reassurance from the older wolf.
"Not fast enough," Derek expected better from the kid, he was an athlete even before all of this.
"B-but the car alarm thing, that was smart, right?" Scott was desperate for any glimmer of hope from this.
"Til your phone rang," Derek could almost laugh at the boy and his eternal optimism.
"Yeah but that was… I mean… will you just stop? Please?" Derek rolled his eyes but stopped and turned to face Scott, "what happened the other night, Stiles Dad getting hurt. That was my fault. I should have been there to do something. I need you to teach me to control this."
Derek could sense the desperation from the teen. He felt bad for Scott but nothing he could do would change what had happened to the boy.
"Look. I am what I am because of birth," Derek's eyes bore into Scott's, "you were bitten. Teaching someone who's bitten takes time. I don't even know if I can teach you."
Scott's heart dropped, "what do I have to do?"
"You have to get rid of distractions," Derek grabbed Scott's phone from him and held it up, "You see this? This is why I caught you."
Derek showed him a missed call from Allison.
"You want me to teach you you get rid of her," Derek glared at Scott.
"What just because of her family?" Scott still wasn't getting it and it frustrated Derek to no end.
Derek pointed the phone at Scott barely containing his anger. He wound up his arm and throw the phone into the wall. It shattered into a million pieces in front of the two Betas. Scott looked between Derek and the smashed phone unable to form words.
"You getting angry?" Derek asked, "that's your first lesson. You want to learn how to control this, how to shift? You do it through anger. By tapping into a primal animal rage. And you can't do that with her around."
"I can get angry," Scott was pissed.
"Not angry enough," Derek was losing his patience, "this is the only way I can teach you. Now can you stay away from her? At least until after the full moon."
"If that's what it takes," Scott wasn't so sure.
"Do you want to live?" Derek yelled, "Do you want to protect your friends? Yes or no?"
"Yes!" Scott put as much force behind the word as he could manage, "if you can teach me I can stay away from her."
Derek didn't totally believe the boy because as he walked away he could smell his hormones. The boy was going to go see Allison right after Derek had talked to him. He had a hard time remembering when he himself had been so driven by such things. When he did it was just too hard and painful so he shoved the thought away again.
There was no way Derek was going to let Scott see him crack. He left the parking garage still not sure he could sleep yet. He hopped back into his car, he need to think. He needed a change in scenery. He found himself driving towards the look out.
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~C~
