A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*
"Can this thing go any faster?"
"Scott, I'm going as fast as I can!"
Stiles shifted gears as the Jeep groaned in protest. Danny had insisted he went too. The taller teen sat in the back listening to the two up front argue.
"Will you two stop fighting?" Danny hollered from the back. "Look we know where he's going okay?"
"What part of Derek will rip Jackson and Peter apart do you not understand Danny?"
"I think I figured that out pretty quick, Scott."
Derek still had a few hours to go but it felt like days as far as he was concerned. The location Danny got still continued to strike something in the back of his mind. Why was it so familiar?
He wasn't sure but hoped it would come back to him. The wolf tried to stay focused on the road but it was turning into a challenge as the anger battled against him. His vision blurred but only briefly though Derek knew it was his raging emotions. When he reached them, Jackson and Peter were going to suffer slow painful demises. They would be begging for the release of death but Derek would dangle it like steak in front of two hungry dogs. Dogs! That was all they were! Two mangy dogs!
"You know Jackson I believe my nephew may be tracking us down."
Jackson felt his chest constrict. "How?"
"He has Scott and Stiles on his side. How could I forget those two?"
"Why aren't we leaving?" The younger wolf demanded. "We should be going!"
"Because we have nothing to fear," Peter proclaimed with coolness. "If and when my nephew arrives there are several…surprises awaiting him. Did you really think I would just lay out the welcome mat?"
"No," Jackson shook his head, "I shouldn't have doubted you."
"It's quite alright," Peter smiled. "There is a great deal you have yet to learn and master."
The teen took a small shot of whiskey before returning to his hostage.
Derek where are you…..
Brooklyn silently beseeched. Her body throbbed with a dull deep ache, keeping her from moving around too much or fast. Her biceps screamed as the bruises reached past her skin and into the fibers of her muscles. Her spine felt as if it were set ablaze. The unnatural twisting and turning of her bones and cartilage made it impossible to flex without evoking an angry stabbing sensation.
Jackson was succeeding in breaking her body but her mind and spirit continued to hang on.
The opening and closing of the heavy door made her shiver as the heavy but sickeningly familiar footsteps approached. The weight of the bed shifted as he sat down and carded his fingers through her rich copper strands.
She didn't reject him for fear of another assault by her tormentor.
"Such a good girl," he whispered, "Not rejecting or fighting me."
He saw the rich purple that smeared the side of her face and slightly winced at how it made her appeared disfigured. But she would heal as she was bound to Derek in which gave faster healing capabilities. Jackson felt his hand slide along the ugly sight, covering what his hand had done.
The smell of whiskey singed her nose and flooded her body with dread. The warmth in her veins ran cold as ice where his touch rested.
"You know what I desire," his voice hissed in her ear. "Just give me what I want….."
Jackson watched as she fought back the tears of agony in the painful attempt to sit up.
"I know it hurts," he ran his hand along her spine. "But soon it will all end."
What did he mean it would all end soon? Was Brooklyn going to die? Was Jackson going to subject her to a slow graphic death?
Her heart raced which fed the werewolf's ego. She was afraid!
"Now," he roughly took her mouth in his, puncturing the hunter's bottom lip. Brooklyn couldn't breathe as Jackson pushed his lips harder to hers until he jerked back. She sharply breathed in then out as Jackson darted his tongue across the thin crimson ribbon across his bottom lip. Shivers of delight danced down his spine, igniting the need.
"Touch me," he growled. Jackson started peeling his clothing off, standing before her with his cock erect and curled upward towards his lower torso. His hands curled into two tight fists as his eyes glowed in the dim light. She dropped to her knees and slowly took him in her mouth. Her fingers fondled him gingerly, eliciting short gasps from above. Her tongue swirled around the tip then down and over the pulsing vein.
"Yesssssss," Jackson groaned and tilted his head back. His hips snapped in rhythm with her mouth, feeling the slickness of her mouth take him all the way in. The tightening slowly started in his body, fanning out to the rest of his body. The massaging of her hand only accelerated the need for release. Brooklyn tasted the drops of salty pre come on her tongue, a sign that he was drawing close. Jackson's body arched into hers, causing the wolf to howl. His nails extended outward as the shift started taking over.
He ripped her away from his cock, wanting to feel his body spill into her, marking the human. Brooklyn felt his arms pin her against the bed, bending her body and exposing her for him. Jackson licked the hunter's spine then thrusted deep inside. His cock swelled, keeping them locked together in a dark twisted mating ritual.
NO! Please no!
Brooklyn silently begged as Jackson roughly pumped his hips against hers. He felt her body stretching to its breaking point, trying to accommodate his engorged member. She tried pressing the cold perverted sensations out of her body as she tried to think of Derek. The connection they shared ran deep, keeping the flame of hope alive inside of her.
Tears streamed down her face as the wolf drew closer to release. Her body was responding to him, closing around his rigid erection. Ripples started spanning out, making the hunter moan and cry out. The wolf picked up the powerful essence of her release, swirling around him like an intoxicating cloud. His thrusts turned harder and violent, threatening to rip her body apart. She dug her nails deeper into the mattress, bracing against the steel and padding as the wolf howled and spilled into her body.
Derek felt the blinding pain strike him. He knew it was Brooklyn.
Jackson latched his arms around her while his leg draped over hers. His eyes were closed but he was conscious. He deeply inhaled the sweat, sex and arousal, dipping his tongue along the base of her neck.
His trust was in Peter's hands as he knew the Alpha wouldn't let Derek Hale win. Peter intended to make good on his promise to Jackson, even if it meant doing the unthinkable. He kissed her neck and shoulder, lightly and sensually like a lover would. Except Brooklyn didn't see him as her lover. He was her tormentor and rapist. The one who had ripped her away from the one she called mate and companion; lover and friend.
Peter weighed his options. He knew his nephew would search the corners of the Earth for Brooklyn. It was what made him so dangerous and powerful at the same time. Scott and Stiles were on his side leaving him with Jackson. He had to get more into his pack, to make him stronger and unstoppable. Peter didn't want to randomly choose members for his future pack. No, he wanted individuals who displayed certain admirable traits and qualities.
At that moment it dawned on the Alpha and the sinister smile darkened his handsome features.
Peter rushed the door to see Jackson curled up behind his captive. Jackson stirred and picked up the Alpha's scent. He leapt to his feet forgetting he was nude.
"I know how to destroy my nephew," Peter said with dark smile. His eyes were trained on the sleeping human.
"What….what are you going to do?"
"Keeping my promise," he crossed the room, ignoring the beta's naked form. He leaned over and grabbed Brooklyn's wrist, causing her to awaken. Before she could react, the Alpha's canines tore into her flesh. Brooklyn cried out and jerked her arm back in vain but Peter was stronger where she was weaker. Blood trickled down her arm and stained the sheet below.
NO! NO! NO! NO!
Peter snapped his head back with blood coating his chin. Jackson heard the pathetic whimpering coming from the hunter. Tears streaked her face as hatred burned in her eyes. He realized what Peter had done.
"She's strong," Peter wiped his chin. "She'll survive it."
He turned and left without another word. Jackson could sense her body was changing, it had started the instant Peter's canines punctured her wrist. He watched her eyes grow heavy as her body trembled with fever. Her body was trying to fight it, resist the invading changes but it was a losing battle.
He climbed back into bed with her, keeping her pressed against the warmth of his body.
"Cold…" she whispered. "So cold…."
"Shhhh," Jackson swept her hair behind her ear. "Soon it will be over and you will finally be mine."
"No…." she shook her head. "Never…."
"You don't have a choice," he growled. "You can't fight it."
The smugness in his tone made the hunter disgusted. Already her hearing was increasing, picking up sounds that she couldn't before. Her sense of smell turned keener, sharper as she picked up Jackson's scent radiating off his body. The filth coming from her skin burned her nose and made her stomach churn. She opened her eyes, finding she could spot the table through the darkness on the other side of the room. But that wasn't the only attributes that had been amplified. Brooklyn felt her muscles burn and rip as the fibers adapted and shifted beneath her skin.
She groaned as the cramps coiled her body, forcing her limbs to twitch and convulse.
Jackson started massaging her muscles, feeling the tension alleviating. He knew it hurt as he had experienced the same symptoms when Peter had turned him. The wolf felt sympathy for her and allowed some of his former humanity to come through. He used a few tricks he learned during lacrosse to alleviate her pain. Soon Brooklyn's breathing was deep but steady as the fever continued to course through her body. Once she was healed he would make his move.
Bad Peter!