Grease Monkey

Chapter Six: Motor Oil Perfume


Days passed before I saw Derek again. Not that I was in any mood to see him. My nights were plagued with nightmares of fire and brimstone. My mornings cursed by more naked treks through the woods. My days cursed by the loneliness I felt with the absence of Kipper. Scratch that last one, I felt great, not worrying about that little cretin.

Again, it was days before I ran into the leather clad Derek. It was at the garage, the Friday following his window getting smashed in. When I saw his black beast pull in I couldn't help smiling. I finished putting the rims back on an old Volvo before grabbing my rag from my back pocket and leaving Geoff to finish up. I wiped the sweat from my brow and silently cursed my work uniform for not being sexually appealing at all. At the ding of the door I walked back into the "reception" area to see Derek, just as handsome as he'd ever been.

"Hey." I said a little sheepishly. He simply looked at me before heading over to Dom. No reaction. Oh well, I was just a stranger to him, anyway, "I'll take this one, boss." I directed at my father-in-law. Dom wiggled his eyebrows at me and I dearly hoped that Derek didn't notice. I motioned for him to follow, "Pull your car into the third garage, I'll meet you over there." I instructed him. He nodded and went to do what I told him to do.

I walked over to Dom who didn't even let me say anything, "You know, some guys are creeped out by that sort of abruptness."

My eyes rolled of their own accord, "I told him to come in, his window got bashed in at the gas station a few days ago. I was standing two inches from him when the bastards did it too. With an assault rifle." I informed Dom, a look of complete disbelief colouring his face, "Yeah, that was my reaction."

I grabbed a clipboard with a checklist of the usual problems with cars, checking off "new window" as I entered the mechanics den, that's what we called the separate garages, where Derek was waiting for me, propped up against his car.

"So, we've got some options for you with the glass. You can either wait for us to order the glass for your specific make and model, seeing as many people in this town don't drive Cameros, or you can get some hard plastic to make due as the window until the order gets in. I recommend the second one, and the possibilities of replacing all your windows with bulletproof glass." I said the last part jokingly, chuckling to myself as I scribbled on the clipboard in my odd chicken scratch.

"… can you order bulletproof?" He asked bluntly.

I blinked, not quite sure if he was joking or not. Even then, I was pretty sure that guy wasn't capable of laughter, "Uh… it'll be expensive, and I don't know if the discount will cover that…" I shook my head, "You know what I'll order the bulletproof and I'll do a check-up on the black beauty and put the plastic in for free if you pay full price for your military grade glass. Sound like a deal?" I offered/asked.

If anything, Derek looked to be in agreement, "Fine with me." He said with his arms crossed tightly across his chest. His nicely shaped chest, I might add.

"Come on over to the desk and I'll get your information in the system."

Reluctantly, he followed. We made our way over to the desk that seemed to have been recently vacated. I shrugged to myself and took a seat in front of the computer.

After logging into the network I looked up into Derek's blue eyes, blue eyes flecked with green, "I'm going to need your- Oh." I started to say before all of the appropriate paperwork was shoved under my nose. License, registration, and car insurance. Just in case we messed up the car irrevocably, like that would ever happen, "Thanks." I muttered.

Carefully I put the order in for the four windows and two windshields for a very threatening Derek Hale… Hale… sounded familiar, "And that's that! Your order should be in within the month." I handed the papers back, "Now I'll get started on the car! It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours, so if you want to go and get some chores done…" He shook his head.

"Alright! Let's get crackin'!" I rolled up my sleeves while being extra careful of the bite, and proceeded towards Derek's car.

While I worked on the car, I could sense someone watching me. Surely it was Derek, making sure I didn't harm his car too badly. Out of the blue I randomly shouted "SHIT!" to see his reaction. He nearly leapt through the glass that separated the waiting room from the garage. I chuckled and continued as if nothing happened. The whole repair took three hours, including a replacement rearview mirror that was about ready to fall off and buffing out a spot on the bumper. A very satisfying job. I looked into the waiting area, my eyes connected with Derek's and I beckoned him over.

It felt like he was next to me within the minute.

I held out the keys to him, "Now, no more messing with guys at gas stations or you're paying full price for the next replacement." I teased. He just grabbed the keys and got in his car like I didn't say anything at all. I didn't take it too personally, I was, afterall, just some random girl from the gas station. Before he had the chance to speed off I knocked on the window. Hesitantly he rolled it down, his eyes attempting to bore holes in my skull.

"I'm going to need a way to contact you when the order arrives, you have an email?" He shook his head slowly, "Cell phone?" At that, he glared at me some more. Again, I didn't take it personally. He dug his hand into his pocket, messed around with the buttons and showed me the screen. Then I wrote down the number displayed, "Thank you, Mr. Hale. I'll see you soon!"

With that, he was gone.

A couple of hours later I closed up shop and made my way to go home, stripping off the dark blue jumpsuit and kicking off the hiking boots. I said goodnight to the boys and Kayla, Dommy and Pam's granddaughter, wrestled a little with Chuck who just got back from lacrosse practice, and I went out to my car. My truck was parked across the road from the shop, where I usually parked it, but I had a hard time forcing myself to cross the street.

The air was thick with misdeeds and I had a feeling that being outside wasn't the best idea. Briskly I walked over to my truck, fumbling for the keys, only to realize that my arm was roaring in pain. It was so sudden I didn't really know how to respond. I slammed my back against the truck to silence a scream. The keys dropped to the ground in response to my… response. I fell to my knees, scrambled for the keys, shoved them in the lock and allowed myself access.

When I was safely inside the car I noticed my erratic heartbeat, my sporadic breathing, each individual sign of panic. My hands were twitching, my brow was covered in a cold sweat, my lips trembling, and my bleeding cheek from when I bit it, around the same time I slammed my back into my truck. Once the pain in my arm diminished significantly I put my car in gear and sped off towards home. I wasn't a mile down the road when my roof caved in, my window was smashed, and I was yanked out of said window, covering me in shallow six inch cuts.

I rolled across the road, watching my truck wrap around a tree at the end of the street. And then me, being completely confused and frantic, I ran behind an abandoned factory. I pressed my back against the brick and slide down until I was sitting against the cold ground. My arm started to throb, alerting me to my apparent danger… thank you, delayed reaction. I wasn't on the ground long before I heard a gunshot, causing me to flinch. When I looked up, I saw a large creature jumping across the rooftops. It was as big as a bear, but much more limber. Not that I ever knew a bear to even climb onto rooftops let alone jump across one.

Upon looking back down I saw someone familiar, not twenty feet away. It was Derek. He rushed over to me, "What the hell are you doing?" He yelled at me quietly through clenched teeth, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

I shook my head, tears falling to my chest and shoulders, "That thing… it… it yanked me out of my truck… I don't know if I can move." I managed to say through the pain. Now that I thought about it, I think I had twisted/sprained my ankle.

"Fuck." He huffed. He took my right arm, causing me to wince and him to pause, wrapped it around his shoulder, then hunched over, cueing me to get on his back. Carefully I swung my leg around, resulting in me getting carried piggyback style, "Hold on." He said… more like threatened. Like, if I didn't hold on he was going to rip my limbs off and beat me to death with them. Nah, Derek wouldn't do that. He seemed like a guy who could and would kill a man with his bare hands. He began to climb up the side of the building via fire escape.

After he ran out of ladder he turned his head towards me, "Hold on tighter." He ordered, and I obeyed. The last thing I wanted was becoming a pancake due to a twenty foot drop. Actually, last thing I wanted was to get turned into a midnight snack. Both very possible outcomes! So, I locked my wrists, and held on for dear life.

Not a moment too soon. Derek jumped and latched onto a barred off window across the diagonal gap. I made an odd little squeak, earning a snarl from my saviour, "Sorry…" I mumbled.

He jumped back across the gap, finally making his way onto a roof. He gently removed me from his back and even more gently placed me against the cold steel. I started to open my mouth; Derek simply placed his finger to his lips, indicating that I should keep quiet. Forcing down the lump in my throat, I nodded. He lifted his head up in the air and actually sniffed… he sniffed. I guess everything was fine because he returned his attention to me. First, he looked at my ankle. He pushed up the cuff of my jean up above my calf and tested the joint. As soon as he touched it, I yanked it away, hissing slightly.

For a brief moment worry flashed across Derek's face only to be immediately replaced by his usual stoic frown. He then moved towards my wrist. Before he even touched it I pulled away, "Trust me, it's gross. You don't want to see it." I tried to warn him. He didn't care. He grabbed my hand and removed the bandage. It wasn't even all the way off and I already felt like I wanted to puke. No matter how much antiseptic I used, it only seemed to get worse.

"This is…" He muttered, turning my arm over and over again, carefully analyzing the puncture wounds, "How old is this?" He practically growled.

I counted it out in my head, "About two weeks old. It's infected, isn't it?" I asked, already knowing the answer, yet not receiving one. He brushed his fingers over a blackened and crusty hole, surrounded by complete redness. And swollen like a broken ankle.

He looked back up at me, "I need to know the exact date, how old is this bite?" He asked, his voice get louder.

Not gonna lie, that freaked me out a little, "Uh… day before the last full moon?" I managed to say through my fear.

"You absolutely sure?" I nodded, "Alright." He stood and held out his hand, "Now let's…" Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the sound of a gunshot… and a bullet penetrating his arm, sending him off the roof and propelling towards the ground.

First he crashed onto an abandoned carrier, then with a heavy thud he connected with the pavement. That's when something inside of me started baring its fangs. I don't know what it was, but someone was going to pay for this. I was about ready to jump off the roof when I heard him groan and something else found its way to my ears.

A car rolling into the lot.

I made my way to the edge of the roof and watched that older guy from the other night exit his car to approach a rather attractive blonde woman with a… another assault rifle swung over her shoulder. Behind me, Derek coughed and wheezed: a normal reaction for someone who fell thirty feet. There were general sounds of pain and I subconsciously dug my nails into the side of the building, breaking them. No matter how attractive the woman was down there, I wanted to rip her throat out.

"Get in." The old guy commanded.

"Not even a "hello", "nice to see you"?" She snidely remarked.

He wasn't having any of that, "All I've got at the moment is put the assault rifle away before someone notices."

For some reason, she found that funny, or… at least she looked like she thought it was funny, "That's the brother I love."

Escuse-em-moi? Brother? There was a 15 year gap between them, easy. I guess the older guy isn't as old as I'm making him sound.

"There were two of them." She said, probably after something I missed. It tends to happen when I get distracted.

"The Alpha?"

"I don't know but one of them tried to kill me."

'Hold the phone… what the hell does an Alpha have to do with this? Are they shooting rabid dogs?' I thought to myself, 'Is what's happening to Kipper happening to others on a more severe scale?' Honestly, looking back at this now makes me feel like an idiot.

"One of them was going to lead us to the other, he can't do that if he's dead."

"Well I can't help kill either of them if one of them kills me first."

There was a silence between them, "How long will it take?"

"I give him 48 hours… if that."

Without so much as another word they both returned to the guys car. That's when I noticed the pine, Axe, and canine. Scott was nearby, for whatever reason. Just as soon as I noticed him, he was gone. Strange. No time for that. I looked back over at Derek. He was clutching at his arm and sitting up against a crate. He didn't look bad for a guy who just got shot. I wasn't sure how I was going to get down, but my ankle was feeling better. I summoned the distance jumped in me and jumped across the gap, just as Derek did. Then I jumped once more to the fire escape before leaping through the air and landing right in front of him… well, I'm not that graceful. I landed on my bad ankle and rolled out of the way. After I finally gained my bearings I looked at him… he tried to help me, and got shot. It looked so painful…

Then, as if sensing my eyes on him, Derek looked up at me, his eyes glowing an unnatural blue, "Get away from me…" He snarled. That snarling gave way to a very sharp pair of canines. Those canines led to his ultimate escape of the scene. Just as he left… I smelled it... cinnamon, leather, musk, whiskey, that underlying canine scent… and death.


Author's Note: WOW. NOT GONNA LIE, THE WHOLE DOUBLED AMOUNT OF REVIEWS FOR THAT LAST CHAPTER WAS AMAZING. Thank you Lycan Lover 411. You said some amazing things. I agree, Amber and Lydia are bitches. Hopefully one of them will get better! I highly doubt it... them being who they are. SO. What do you think? Is she a wolf? If so, does Derek know? Why didn't she change during her first full moon? Why hasn't she changed since? Why hasn't the bite healed?! All good questions and I want to hear your theories people! Everything will be explained in the chapter after the next... so... chapter 8. Next chapter, a little trip to the vet. Time for Brooke to give Derek his rabies shot... actually, I think he's giving it to her. SHOCKING DETAILS. NEXT CHAPTER. Sorry, I'm tired. Catch you all on the flip side! xoxo, Momma Love

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