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Chapter 3 Anger all around

It was strange to pull up at the burned and broken house. It was silent all around, even the insects and owls were quiet, and the police had tape surrounding the front of the house. Scott walked up to the house, knowing that Derek was the only one inside. He didn't' bother knocking, but just walked right in. There was a faint scent of blood in the house and Scott briefly wondered if Derek would bother cleaning it. As Scott stepped into what was once the living room, specks of ash fell onto his shoulder.

"Probably not," Scott thought to himself.

Scott quickly turned to his left. Derek was sitting down, staring off into space. He didn't even acknowledge Scot. Scott stared at Derek, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. Scoot wasn't used to silence. Growing up, his parents were constantly screaming at one another and having a best friend like Stiles left little room for quietness. Finally, Scott couldn't take the silence any longer.

"Did you find out anything?"

Derek turned to look at Scott, his usual scowl back on his face.

"Well, good news: the hungers aren't going to kill us...yet."

Scott gritted his teeth, struggling against the urge to punch Derek.

"That's not what I meant." Scott replied.

Derek slowly stood and Scott was reminded that Derek's night has been just as bad as Scott's.

"Scott, whether or not this makes your priority list, this is something that does require our attention."

Scott took a deep breath.. He wasn't sure what is was about Derek, but whenever they were around each other they seemed to automatically get on each others nerves.

"Look I get it. The hunters are a problem, but Stiles told me that they agreed to work with us. So right now I'm going to take all the help I can get because I need to find my mom, and if you have a problem with that, that is just too damn bad!"

While Scott had been speaking he had unintentionally gotten closer to Derek, to where Scott was almost pressed up against him. Scott was about to step back when he caught sight of Derek's eyes. He has seen Derek's eyes before, but mostly when they were glowing as he shifted or hard with anger or annoyance. Yet now, in this moment Scott was seeing what Derek's eyes must usually look like. They were a light blue, maybe even considered green and weren't hard or angry, but open. Like Derek was human and he was empathizing with Scott. Scott inhaled sharply, but that seemed to be a mistake, because suddenly his nose was assaulted with Derek's scent. It was a mixture of cologne and what Scott could only describe as "pure" Derek.

"Damn, he smells really good for someone who has spent the last few days held prisoner and tortured." The thought popped into Scott's mind before he could stop it.

He quickly stepped back and dropped Derek's gaze. Scott immediately focused on keeping his blush at bay. He wasn't entirely too sure of what had happened and desperately hoped Derek didn't' notice anything. Hoping to avoid it, Scott quickly spoke.

"Where's Peter?" At Scott's question, Derek's expression hardened, which Scott was grateful for.

"Locked up. Two hunters are watching him."

"Oh. Has he said anything yet?"

Derek shook his head. " Nothing about your mom."

Scott bit back a growl. "I want to see him," he said in a hard voice.

"Scott the only thing insuring my uncle's survival is your mom's location. He's not going to give that up so easily."

Scott grounded his teeth together, and glared at Derek.

"I know that Derek." Scott said through his teeth. "Which is why I have asked Stiles and his dad to help."

Suddenly it was Derek's turn to invade Scott's personal space.

"Stiles and who?" Derek shouted. Scott felt anger swell up inside him. He shoved Derek back.

"Stiles's father, you know the sheriff!" Scott shouted right back. Derek snarled and bared his teeth.

"Oh, that's great Scott! And afterward he can throw me in jail!"

Scott snarled right back.

"I told him the truth, you idiot! He knows you're innocent. A little gratitude would be nice."

"Gratitude? For what? Telling another person about me? Next time, why don't you just advertise it on the damn news!"

"Okay! First you're upset I blamed you for the killings, and now you are upset that I've cleared your name? What the hell, Derek?"

Derek growled low in his throat and began pacing. Scott watched him carefully. Finally Derek spoke, his voice still rough but it was normal sounding.

"You don't understand Scott. You've been a werewolf for four months, I've been one my entire life. I have seen firsthand how humans react to finding out about our kind. The fire was what killed my family, but that wasn't the first bad thing that had happened. My family has been hunted for ages. We've been shot, stabbed, electrocuted, and burned! That is why we choose to lie in seclusion. When you add people to the list of who knows about us, then you are further decreasing our chance of survival!"

Scott stared at Derek and felt really sad for him. Derek was right, Scott didn't understand. Before being bitten, the worse thing that had happened in Scott's life was the divorce. Derek's life was a whole different story.

"Look, Derek. I get that people don't have the best track record with you, but Sheriff Stilinski isn't like that."

Derek sighed. "Scott, you said that you told Sheriff Stilinski everything, right?" Scott nodded.

"Even the part where you've lost control and almost killed Stiles?'

Scott looked away. His jaw tightened. No, he hadn't. He and Stiles had actually left that part out.

"You see. The moment he finds out about how much of a danger you are to his son he is not going to be okay with this."

"You're wrong," Scott thought. "You are so wrong."

"Is he?" A small voice said in the back of Scott's mind. "Stiles is all Sheriff Stilinski's got. Threaten that and you're public enemy number one."

Scott shook his head. Partly in disagreement and partly to get the voice out of his head. An uneasy feeling began to grow in Scott. So now Scott was tired, scared, angry, and now ill at ease. He sighed.

"You know we can argue about this all night, but I need to find my mom."

Derek was still glaring at Scott, but at the mention of Scott's mom, his glare softened. He nodded.

"All right, lets go talk to my uncle."

They both headed for the door. The sound of crunching leaves filled the silence Derek was a couple of feet ahead, and Scott as trailing behind. Scott's mind was a flurry of thoughts.

"What if Derek is right? What if Sheriff Stilinski turns on me, once he finds out about the attacks on Stiles? What if my mom turns on me? What if she turns on me and I will have to live with y dad?"

At that thought, Scott desperately wanted to throw up. He quickly choked back bile and focused on breathing in and out. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Derek look back at him, but he didn't meet his gaze. They had reached the underground chamber's entrance. Derek stiffened slightly, as he pulled open the cage door. No doubt remembering his torture in here. The corridor's lights were flickering and Scott could faintly hear the sound of someone wheezing for breath.

"What's keeping Peter from healing himself?" Scott asked.

He was whispering but it sounded like he was shouting, and he knew, despite his efforts, Peter could hear them. Derek clenched his fists.

"When my uncle was hit with the chemical mixture he was shifted into his wolf form and then he shifted into his human form, causing both forms to be injured. Now, neither side can heal until the other one does. To help prevent them from healing, he's being electrocuted. Like I was."

The tension radiated off of Derek. Scott wasn't even sure if it was because of being back down here or because Derek was now torturing his uncle. Scott choose not to ask and decided to save talking for when they were with Peter. When they reached the cell's door, Scott prepared himself for control. If he didn't control himself, they could end up missing something important.

Derek slid the door open and Scott had to stifle a gasp. He hadn't noticed Peter's burns earlier. He had been to blinded by rage to see what kind of damage had been done. Peter was burned all over the top of his body. His hair completely burned off and his skin was black in certain places, and it was hanging off in chunks. The worst thing was the smell though.

Scott felt like he was about to choke on the combined smells of burnt flesh, sweat, and blood. Scott knew he would die a happy man if he never smelled something like this again. There were two men standing on each side of Peter. They glared at D

Derek and Scott in disgust, but didn't say anything.

"Can you give my uncle and us some privacy?" The guards didn't move. "Please." Derek added.

The guards, without saying anything, went to leave. Each one glaring at Scott and Derek as they left. The door was slammed shut. Scott glared at Peter. His hands curled into fists, his fingernails biting into his palms, and he wanted nothing more than to kill the man in front of him. He wanted to shift into his wolf form and watch as his claws swiped across Peter's throat. Scott caught Derek's look, and had no trouble deciphering it. Scott quickly began to calm himself down. Scott was about to ask where his mom was, when Peter spoke.

"Uncle. That's funny, considering that a couple of hours ago you were going to slit my throat. Nephew." Peter was gasping for breath as he finished. Derek snorted.

"At least it was better than being cut into pieces," Derek growled out. Peter chuckled.

"Don't act like it's such a betrayal. Laura and you barely visited. There was the occasional holiday, but that was about it."

Derek growled again at Peter's words and took a step closer, but before anything could happen Scott jumped in.

"Where's my mother?"

Peter switched his gaze from Derek to Scott. He smiled that same cruel, humorless smile, and Scott struggled to maintain his control. He continued to speak.

"I went by my house, and saw what happened. My mom fought you. She even stabbed you."

Peter's smile gained some humor.

"Yes... she was quite the fighter. When I first got there, she was quite pleased and eager to invite me in. We were sitting in your living room when I told her the truth. About me. About you."

Scott's heart clenched, and he felt like a piece of lead was dropped onto him Peter now smiled in triumph.

"She didn't believe it at first. Not until I showed her my eyes. That's when she started to call me a monster. She didn't start being brae until I told her that I was going to have to kill you. Then, she got really protective. Told me I wasn't going to touch you."

Scott was struggling with his control now. He could sense Derek getting nervous as well, and was glancing between Peter and Scott.

"The first time I tried to grab her, she ran. I didn't expect it, which is why she got as far as the kitchen. I grabbed for her again. That is when she had the knife. She sung and managed to get me across my palm. I started to laugh. She tried to stab me and I pinned her to the floor. As she wiggled, I immediately knew she would be great in bed."

"SCOTT! NO!"

Derek lunged for Scott. Scott's control had snapped at Peter's last words, and he had shifted. His eyes were glowing amber, and Scott was going to rip out Peter's throat. He would have succeeded too, if it wasn't for Derek grabbing him. One arm around Scott's chest and another holding him across the neck.

Peter started laughing. His high pitched and raspy laugh was like fuel to Scott's anger. As it filled his ears, his anger increased and he struggled harder against Derek. Scott tried to snap his jaws at Peter but Derek's arm around his neck tightened, making it difficult to breathe. Derek began to pull Scott back, trying to pull him out. Peter went back to talking.

"I was still laughing at her, but then she kneed me in the groin. The she discovered how monstrous I was, as I slammed her head into the floor and knocked her out."

Scott began to growl. It was a growl that had never came from him before, and if Scott wasn't so focused on trying to kill Peter, it might have scared him. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the hunters come back in. They were no longer glaring at Derek and him in disgust, but were staring at them in fear. Peter's laughter had started again and it echoed in Scott's head as Derek pulled him out of the room.