Chris pulled his car up to the red light in his SUV drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. His mind wandered over the call from Derek early in the morning. The lack of sleep showed, not only with the hangover in which he was positively still over the limit but also with the bags under his eyes. He couldn't help but let out a mumble as he waited for the lights to change.
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Rolling over in his bed, Chris reached for his phone. An annoying tone echoed through his bedroom to let him know that somebody was calling him. Pulling the phone to him, Chris squinted before sighing and rolling onto his back. He swiped the screen across and brought it to his ear.
"Argent we need to talk." Derek hissed down the phone.
"Well good morning to you too Derek. Can't we talk about this later?"
A growl echoed through Chris's speaker before being followed by a sigh. "It can't wait. I found another ritual site in the preserve. You don't happen to know anything about that do you Argent?"
Sitting up, Chris looked to his phone as he pulled it away. He frowned looking at the time of 9:53 before putting it back to his ear. "Why would I know anything about it? Oh. The text. Yes I was out on the preserve with some old hunters but no the site is nothing to do with me. I was too busy trying to stop some old hunter family friends from finding any of the Beacon Hills wolf's for target practice."
"We need to find the spark. I have a suspicion on who it is but we need to know for sure. Is there anything we can do to hunt out a spark?" Derek's voice sounded serious and concerned. Chris could tell he was pacing back and forth his loft. A man with a million things on his mind. He couldn't help his interest in wanting to know who Derek thought the spark was.
"I can have a look at my fathers records to see if there are any ways. I'm not too sure myself so let's not do anything stupid. Who do you think is the spark?" Sitting up Chris looked to the window as the sun peaked through. It amazed him how Beacon Hills could still be so beautiful even with shit hitting the fan so to say.
"Don't you find it odd how Stiles was able to do the ring of wolfsbane at the club? He sealed the club and locked all the supernatural in and out. It wouldn't surprise me if it was him." Derek sighed down the phone as if it would suddenly bring answers. Chris couldn't help but feel amused as hearing the worry from Derek for the kid. He had noticed over the last few months how the two of them got on each others nerves but also got closer. It reminded him of how him and Peter use to be back when they were teens.
Chris smiled before putting a hand over his mouth before he chuckled out loud. Taking a look at his phone, he made sure Derek hadn't cut him off in the silence before putting it back to his ear. "I can see your point. It would all make sense on what Stiles is capable of. Has Deaton commented at all? We can't just jump to conclusions, but also we should be very weary. Revealing a spark is not a good idea."
Standing up and walking to the window, Chris looked out the window whilst holding his head. The hangover was beginning to set it, obviously he was still feeling the effects of the beer. "I need to know. There's witches in my territory Argent. A spark will bring trouble, they need dealing with. Once their scent is out there, the supernatural wont stop coming. I will kill them if I have too." Derek sighed down the phone as if it was the hardest decision.
Spinning round to look at his phone, Chris stared at it in shock. Derek would happily kill the spark just to protect his territory? Looking back outside, Chris bit his lip with concern. Derek was right, trouble would be brought to Beacon Hills if a spark was around. But that doesn't mean they needed killing, that he-. No Chris wouldn't think about that. "We shouldn't kill the spark. There has to be some way. I'm coming over Derek. We need to talk about this." Chris frowned as he thought of the future confrontation with Derek that was soon to happen.
"Argent you can't change my mind." Derek hissed down the phone as Chris ended the call.
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Pulling up to the loft, Chris looked up to where he knew Derek would be standing. The large glass windows looking out over Beacon Hills. He couldn't help but frown wondering if that's why Derek chose the loft. Climbing out the car, Chris grabbed his gun and tucked it in his waistline before locking his car.
As he headed up into the loft, Chris thought about the call more. The way Derek had been so sure he would kill the spark if he had too. Flexing his fingers Chris walked up to the loft door and pulled it open. "Derek?" Chris peered in and looked towards the glass windows. Sure enough Derek was standing looking out the window.
"One of the close packs has made a threat." Derek continued to stare out the window as he talked. Chris could tell by the way he was standing that he was on edge. "They want the spark."
Chris stopped still and looked to Derek. He hadn't even thought that a pack would want a spark. They would certainly have a use. They could create spells and wards to protect the pack as well as use a spark against other packs. "You can't give in to them Derek. You of all people should know what a spark can do to a pack."
Turning around to Chris, Derek looked to him with an expression even Chris couldn't figure out. That scared him. Shifting on the spot, Chris looked around the loft to make sure Peter who normally was hiding somewhere wasn't around. "You would know about that wouldn't you Chris?" Derek looked to Chris and crossed his arms as he took a few steps closer.
Chris frowned and weighed in how the situation could go. "All I know is that a spark can give a pack a strength. If someone was to get ahold of the spark, who knows what they could do with them. Crossing his arms, Chris stool tall to try stop Derek intimidating him. "So if it is Stiles, what are we going to do?" Chris smiled as he tried to direct the conversation.
Derek tensed at Stiles name and frowned. He looked to the couch before turning back to Chris. "We need to keep watch on him at all times but we can't make it too obvious. We don't want to give any idea to just other packs, but anyone else supernatural that may be around. We should get Peter and Scott to take watch and keep Stiles distracted. I spoke to Deaton, he can create a spell to help us reveal who the spark is but it is going to take time, two days to be exact." Sighing, Derek walked back to the window and looked outside.
Walking over to Derek's couch, Chris sat down. He contemplated the thought of Deaton being able to produce a spell to reveal the spark. "Are you sure using Peter that way won't give Stiles any idea?"
"Peter and Stiles have become close over the last year. Worryingly close. I caught them both holding hands last week so I don't even want to think about what they are up too. But with Peter and Scott being close already, they would be the best people." Derek turned and leaned against the window frowning. Chris could see the jealousy off of his face. Hell even he would admit he was jealous. Peter had been close to Chris years ago, before the fire. But that didn't mean feelings suddenly left.
Chris winced as Derek looked at him. He knew that the wolf would have picked up on his jealousy. "I hate that you're saying that, but yes Peter and Scott would be the best." Frowning, Chris looked to Derek and sighed. Peter these days was unpredictable. The night before he had been kind and welcoming, he could of killed Chris there and then but didn't. Nothing could stop him from worrying still. Worrying seeing as Peter had a moment of insanity and went on a murderous rage.
"I'll call a meeting. Do you want to be here when they come?" Derek looked to Chris as he shook his head. He couldn't help but feel confused by Argents response.
"It may help that they don't know that I know. Because then we can have eyes from the outside. I may be able to see something from being in the background than up close" Chris smiled and watched as Derek went over the idea. Not long after, the young wolf nodded.
"It would be good to have a pair of eyes in the background. But if you spot anything, you tell me straight away." Derek's voice was serious. Chris could hear the hesitation in it, but they both know it was the best idea. To be close, Chris would get caught up in it and that was something he didn't want the others finding out.
Walking to the door, Chris looked back to Derek who finally sunk down into the sofa. He leaned over and grasped his phone before calling Scott. Turning around on his heels Chris headed back down to his SUV.
As Chris walked to his car, a strange feeling washed over him. Looking around on edge, he felt the eyes of somebody nearby. Pulling out his gun, he headed towards the SUV. As he surveyed the area around him, Chris noticed a note under his windscreen wiper. Whilst frowning, he snatched the folded paper whilst keeping an eye of his surroundings.
On the front of the paper in neat handwriting is 'Argent'. Looking around, Chris growled under his breath and flicked the letter open.
Preserve. You know where.
Scrunching the note up in his hand, Chris shoved it into his pocket before glancing around once more. Yanking the drivers seat door open, he climbed in and leaned back. Running a hand through his head, Chris sighed and pulled the door shut behind him.
Pushing his keys into the ignition, Chris moved the gearstick into place and lifted the handbrake. Pulling out onto the main road, he started to head home. That was until something pulled at him to draw him towards the preserve. Shifting on the chair, he turned the car changing directions.
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Come to us.
Stepping out his car, Chris looked towards the trees. With each step into the preserve, the tugging eased the more he felt on edge. Every time he wanted to stop walking, a pull would force him to shift.
That's it Chris. Come to us.
Walking into a clearing, Chris looked up to see a woman looking out over Beacon Hills. Reaching behind him for his gun, Chris brought it up and aimed at the woman as he walked closer to her.
"Why did you bring me here?" Chris looked around as he stopped just in front of the woman. He watched each of her movements carefully as she turned around to him with a smile.
"I had to make sure." She smiled at him as she crossed one arm over the other, leaving one resting against her chin. "Now this certainly is interesting." With her raised hand, she threw mountain ash to the floor sealing a circle around Chris.
Looking down Chris swore. Stepping towards the line of ash, Chris pushed against it as he felt the barrier holding him in. The woman chuckled at him as he shoved his gun to the floor and pushed both arms against the barrier.
"Well now that is interesting wouldn't you say. Only a supernatural would be affected by the barrier." The woman smiled as she walked closer to Chris. "So then, do they know?"
Chris stepped back from the barrier without taking his eyes off the woman. Biting his lip, he walked around the circle looking for any weaknesses. Crouching down, Chris reached fingertips closer to the ash before pulling back.
"Tight lipped. I like it." The woman walked around the circle like a wolf hunting his prey. Like Peter when he liked to wind Chris up. "How about that wolf of yours. Does he know about your little secret?" This time, she got Chris's attention.
Snapping up, Chris stood and stared at the woman. Anger boiled off him as he wanted to rip her throat. "No-one knows." Looking back to the barrier Chris ignored the laugh that escaped her lips. Pushing his hand against it, Chris bit back against the pain as he continued to push.
"Don't you find it interesting? All those years of you pretending he was the big bad wolf. Yet here you are, hiding a huge secret from him." Chuckling, the woman watched the pain in Chris's face. "What about your father? Gerard. How did he take it?"
"Why the hell are you bringing them up huh?" Chris pushed against the barrier until it got too painful and stepped backwards gasping. "What do you want?"
Chris watched as the woman smirked at him. Leaning over he focused on his breathing as he watched her movements. "Oh we want you. But you already know that don't you. I wonder what Peter would say when he finds out?"
The woman stalked around the circle with a smile. Chris watched with a feeling of unease in his stomach. "He won't find out and you're not having me. So why don't you let me go now before you piss me off." Running into the barrier, Chris pushed at it yelling as a burning sensation burned through him.
Flicking her finger at the barrier, Chris was launched backwards into the middle of the circle landing on his back. Letting out a grunt, Chris stayed still as he waited or the pain to settle. "Finished playing yet Christopher? You have something we want and you are going to give it to us."
Grunting as he rolled onto his hands and knee's, Chris looked to the woman before spitting at the floor. "Never." Bringing his hands to his side, Chris pushed at the barrier. Slowly with each step it began to bend with him. Stepping further and further, Chris gave one final push before the mountain ash exploded around him and the woman dropped backwards in shock.
"That's impossible!" The woman stared at Chris from the floor as he walked over to her. Fear drained the energy from her as she realised just exactly what the hunter had done. "Who are you?" Putting her hands up in front of her in a sign of surrender, Chris laughed and stopped just above her.
"I'm your worst nightmare." Chris raised a hand at the woman before tracing a series of runes in the air above her. Circling them with his hand, he spread his palm out wide before pushing it towards the woman as if willing the air to move.
The woman's scream cut off almost immediately as her skin began to turn purple and glow. Chris pushed his hand more until he touched her skin. Instantly her body stilled and dropped back down to the grass. "No-one will find out because I won't let them."
Walking away from the woman, Chris dragged his feet along as he felt the energy suddenly disappear from him. It had been years since he had called upon his spark, years since he had touched the magic he blocked away to keep everybody safe. It made his body feel drunk and spent.
Leaning against his SUV, Chris took a look back towards where he had walked from and let out a shaky sigh. He knew using that amount of power would attracts unwanted attention, it would bring more dangerous supernatural creatures to Beacon Hills.
Climbing into the car, Chris shoved it into drive and accelerated towards his apartment. Tonight he would leave. Tonight he would flee Beacon Hills and hope that one day he could return. He would have to leave Allison here, leave her to Scott's pack and hope that they would protect her, that they would take her in as one of their own.
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Unlocking his apartment, Chris pushed the door open and didn't bother closing it behind him. He wouldn't be long, he just needed the basic essentials. Items that he couldn't leave behind.
Grabbing a notepad from his desk, Chris grabbed his pen and wrote Allison a note. He had to give some kind of reason to disappearing, so instead he explained he had been called to help hunters in New York.
Once the note was finished, Chris grabbed a duffel bag before filling it with some guns. Lifting it up, he headed into the bedroom and flung the wardrobe open. "No time to get picky." Grabbing a bunch of clothes, Chris threw them at the duffel bag before searching further in the wardrobe to pull out a wooden box.
Flicking open the box, Chris checked on the contents of wolfsbane and mountain ash inside. Shutting it quickly after he counted the contents, Chris stood and shoved it into his duffel bag with the rest of the clothes he needed.
Shoving the bag onto his shoulder, he walked towards the bedroom doorframe and looked back into the room. It will be a long time until he see's this room again, but for now he needed to go.
"Chris?" Snapping around Chris looked to down the hallway where Stiles voice echoed. Cursing under his breath, Chris leaned against the wall and looked to the door.
"He's here. I can hear his heartbeat." Chris bit his lip as Peter's voice followed. He had hoped he wouldn't bump into anybody. That he could just get away without anyone noticing. Stiles he could get past, but Peter. Peter was going to be an issue.