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Chapter 7 - "Flesh And Bone"

MONDAY

"Hiding around the corner like that isn't fooling anyone, Kira," Peter said out of nowhere without even looking in my direction. My heart spluttered painfully and my mouth went dry. "You can come out now," he added in a gentle voice. With a racing pulse, I stepped out from around the corner and stood in the threshold of the doorway. Peter turned his head to look at me, his blue eyes meeting mine. "So nice to see you again," he said with a smile... the same smile he had given me in the woods the other night...

"...hi," I said in a breathy voice. I glanced at Derek on the floor and Peter followed my gaze.

"Would you mind giving us a few moments? I need to talk to my nephew in private..." Peter said in a calm tone of voice. I swallowed hard and nodded silently before backing out of the room. "I'll be with you in just a minute, hon," he added with another smile. My heart fluttered at the way he had addressed me as I turned around and walked off down the hallway.

"What's going on?" Stiles hissed, the moment I was within earshot.

I shrugged. "He said he wants to talk to his nephew in private."

"Oh, so now he wants to talk? But he couldn't do that before throwing Derek around and trashing the whole place?" Stiles asked, and I made a face as I looked around at all the mess. I was suddenly glad that I wasn't the janitor...

"Well to be fair, Derek did attack him first..." I replied. Stiles looked at me with furrowed brows, but didn't say anything in response.A few minutes went by in silence until suddenly Derek and Peter came out of the room together. As I looked at the two of them, I could tell that something was different... Stiles and I stood up straight and the four of us stared at each other for a long moment.

"Uh... so like, I have no idea what the hell just happened here, but-" Stiles tried to say, but was cut across as Peter lifted his hand to silence him.

"I think you should go home Stiles. Your dad's going to be worried about you," Peter said.

"Alright, I can't argue that. Come on Derek, let's go..." Stiles replied as he moved to leave, but Derek didn't budge. "Derek?"

"I'm going to stay here, Stiles. There's something I need to take care of with my uncle," Derek said.

"Okay, fine. Guess I'll see you later then. You coming Kira?" Stiles asked while looking at me. I faltered as I looked from Stiles to Peter and back to Stiles again.

"Actually..." I started to say, but was interrupted.

"Yeah, yeah, let me guess? You're staying, too?" Stiles said while waiving his hand dismissively. "Man, what the hell is going on around here..?" he complained as he walked off down the corridor by himself.

"Derek, I want you to meet me at the High School," Peter said as he turned to look at his nephew.

Derek eyed me for a moment, almost looking hesitant. "What do you plan to do with her?" he asked without taking his eyes off me. I suddenly wondered if Derek was trying to protect me from his uncle..?

Peter smiled in response to Derek's question. "Why what ever do you mean?" he said with raised brows and an innocent expression. "I certainly hope you're not insinuating that I would ever hurt someone so fragile?" he said while turning his gaze upon me. My cheeks burned red and my heart skipped a beat. Right at that precise moment, I saw a smirk spread across Peter's face and a scowl form on Derek's. Remembering how Scott had super hearing, I realized that both of them had to of heard my heartbeat speed up and knew what it meant... I blushed even more. "Something that you obviously had no blatant regard for when you decided to hit my nurse in the face, isn't that right?" Peter added.

"See you after the game," Derek said through gritted teeth, choosing not reply to Peter's remark as he walked past me, his eyes lingering on me until he was forced to look away. Once Derek was gone, Peter placed the tips of his fingers together and took a few steps toward me.

"Now," he said while pursing his lips ever so slightly and smiling at me politely. "where were we?"

I was waiting in a black car that was parked outside the hospital just as Peter had told me to do, while he took care of something inside. I sat out there long enough that I decided to pull out my MP3 player. I popped the ear buds in and hit shuffle. Soon, ten minutes had passed and I was beginning to get antsy. I sat up straight in the passenger seat and tried to get a better look around the premise of the building. I didn't see any movement whatsoever and I began to wonder if he had ditched me here..? Just when I was about to get out of the car and go look, the driver's side door opened and Peter got in. I stared at him with wides eyes and a dumbstruck expression on my face; the black cord to my ear buds was in my mouth because I had been using it as a source of distraction by worrying it between my lips. I suddenly felt rather silly.

My heart started to race again and I immediately wondered if Peter could hear it... then I reminded myself that duh, he definitely hears it. I pulled the one ear bud out of my ear as he started the ignition and turned his head to look at me with a smirk plastered on his face. "What are you listening to?" he asked coyly while reaching for the ear bud that was hanging loosely from the side of my face. In the process his hand came within less than an inch away from my breast, causing my heart to splutter in response. He chuckled and I knew he was doing it on purpose... He brought the ear bud up to his ear and my heart continued to beat so hard that I could literally feel its weight in my chest.

"...a techno remix," I managed to mumble.

"Ahh," Peter acknowledged. "Depeche Mode, nice taste."

I blushed again. "You think?" I said in a breathy voice.

"Definitely," he replied with a genuine smile. "Here," he said as he pulled the ear bud out of his ear and reached for my MP3 player. I had it clutched in my hand and my hands were in my lap. In another suggestive manner, Peter took the MP3 player from me, his fingertips grazing against the fabric of my pants as he did so. I took a sharp in take of breath and watched as he unplugged my ear buds and replaced the cord with a different one. He turned on his radio and suddenly the music from my MP3 player was being projected through his car speakers.

"Oh, sweet!" I said as the song, "World In My Eyes (Cicada Remix)" jammed all around us. Peter gave me a satisfactory grin as he put the car in gear and reversed out of the parking lot in an impressively agile manner. He sped off down the road as the bass of the remix bumped away.

"Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won't have to move
You just sit still

Now let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes-" I stole a sideways glance at Peter, and saw his blue eyes flash burgundy for the briefest of seconds as we raced down the road toward the forest...

"-I'll take you to the highest mountain
To the depths of the deepest sea
And we won't need a map, believe me

Now let my body do the moving
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you the world in my eyes

Let me show you the world in my eyes-" We pulled into a small clearing where he shut the car off and unplugged my MP3 player before handing it back to me. I plugged my ear buds back in and popped one of them in my ear while leaving the other one dangling. I pressed play and the song started back up right where it had left off. Peter got out of the car so I followed suit and did the same.

"-Let me put you on a ship
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips

All the islands in the ocean
All the heavens in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes-"

"Where are we going?" I asked curiously as I walked around to the front of his car.

Peter smiled, his eyes flashing burgundy again. "To show the world in my eyes."

I followed Peter through a mass of trees until we reached a body of water that was faded out by a thick sheet of fog. The shore was lined with yellowish green grass and dark grey boulders, as well as red and white rocks that were scattered about. We emerged from the tall dark green treeline and right then, my MP3 player shuffled to a random song with a soft melody. I glanced down at the small screen and saw that it was coincidentally titled, "Water". Peter stopped at the very edge of the treeline and turned to look at me; his eyes intense, yet caring.

"I often come here alone," he said as he glanced out at the water. I followed his gaze.

"It's beautiful here," I replied.

He looked at me again and smiled. "But not as beautiful as you," he said and my heart faltered as it began to race.

"Can you hear that?" I breathed.

"Your heart?" he replied while grinning broadly. "Of course I can." I hung my head in embarrassment when suddenly I felt Peter's warm hand under my chin. He tilted my head up so that I was forced to look at him.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked. He blinked, looking a little caught off guard, but he quickly recovered.

"What do you mean?" he asked. I looked out at the foggy lake again.

"Well," I began. "you don't exactly have a reputation for being known as Peter, the big friendly Alpha..." I replied.

Peter made a face before sighing. "I suppose you're right," he said after a moment. "But you're different..." he explained.

"How so?" I asked curiously.

Peter stared at me for a minute. "I can't explain it. There's just something about you that intrigues me."

"Well, I guess I should thank you for not killing me at the school the other night..." I said with a small grin. He smirked again.

"No problem," he replied. Right then a strong breeze rustled through the trees and off the surface of the cold lake water, causing me to shiver. "Come here," Peter said as he reached out and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. My pulse sped up as I allowed him to pull me close to his chest, and I took a deep breath, taking in the smell of his scent. His grip on me was firm, but somehow still gentle and I noticed that I was instantly warm when I was in his arms. "Better?" he asked as he looked down at me. I nodded shyly.

"I can't believe you're a werewolf..." I mumbled quietly. Peter chuckled.

"Why's that?" he asked, and I shrugged.

"I don't know, I just..." I paused. "I expected you to be different I guess."

"Different how?" he asked.

"I don't know... meaner I guess," I replied. He laughed.

"You, my dear, just happen to be a rare exception," he explained.

"You mean... you don't act like this with all the other pretty girls who fawn over you?" I teased. He laughed again and I could swear he even blushed ever so slightly.

"Well to be honest, I haven't had a lot of time for any of these... so called pretty girls you speak of," he replied playfully.

"Oh? What about your nurse?" I asked in a playful tone, trying to keep things light hearted. But the sudden look on Peter's face, and the abrupt tense feeling to the air told me that I had failed at the small talk. He swallowed hard and I watched his expression carefully, seeing his brows pull together anxiously.

"I-" he faltered as he looked into my eyes with an apprehensive look on his face. "I'm going to tell you something, but you can't freak out," he said and I immediately had to refrain from letting the panic show on my face, though I was pretty certain my racing pulse had already given me away.

"I promise I won't freak out," I replied.

He stared at me. "Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think if I was going to freak out, I would have done it back when we were at the school a few nights ago..." I replied with a grin. Peter smiled at me, but I could see that it wasn't the same genuine smile. Part of him seemed torn between sadness...

"I had to..." he paused again. "I had to... dispose of my nurse. That was what took me so long..." he replied in a neutral tone of voice. I stared at him for a moment, processing exactly what he was saying.

"Dispose-?" I muttered, but stopped short as I realized what he meant... "Oh." There was a long pause of silence where it would have been considered one of those awkward moments. But instead of my pulse racing, my mind was the thing that was racing this time around. I wasn't sure how I felt about what he had just said... I mean, after all it meant less competition, right? I had to refrain from smirking an evil smirk, but Peter must've noticed something because he grinned at me right then.

"Well," he began. "you're taking that news incredibly well," he pointed out. I blushed and fidgeted around in his arms.

"Uh, well I- I just-" I stuttered.

"You're just happier knowing that you have me all to yourself?" he finished for me and I turned bright red. I laughed nervously, feeling embarrassed as all hell. What was he saying..? Were we dating now..? How did that happen..?

"Um," I began, but he cut me off.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm moving too fast."

"No, I just- I mean yeah, you are, but I-" I faltered, trying to find the right words. As I stood there, wrapped in Peter's arms and held close to his hot body... hot in more ways than just one, I gazed into his gorgeous blue eyes and almost got lost in them. He looked at me with his brows pulled together in such an honest, caring, loving way that it made me want to melt into him. "I'm definitely really attracted to you... there's no denying that," I said, and heard him chuckle a little.

"I understand, hon. You don't need to explain," he said as he pulled me a little closer.

"You're so hot," I blurted, without thinking. Peter laughed and looked at me coyly. "I mean- your temperature," I corrected, but it was too late. The damage had already been done. "So uh, what else is different when you're a werewolf?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Want to find out?" he asked. My heart spluttered, and I quickly looked up at him as he opened his mouth and bared his fangs at me... they were impressively thick and sharp. He leaned toward my neck and I pulled away from him. Or at least I tried... but when I strained against his grip, I felt the true strength of his muscles. "Perhaps another time," he added as he closed his mouth, putting his fangs away.

My MP3 player shuffled right then and began to blare a new song from my ear buds. I looked down at the small screen and saw that it was titled, "Flesh And Bone". The music started up with drums and heavy on the guitar riffs as Peter stared straight into my eyes. To my surprise, without even placing the loose ear bud into his ear, he began to sing along with the lyrics to the song that was playing on my MP3 player.

"Has the terrible danger that surrounds us
Become like a drug?
Are we more like strangers in a glass house?
We're rich with the blood

How can you leave the black out?-" the male vocalist sang while Peter sang along.

"-(How can you leave the black out?)-" a female vocalist crooned as I stared at him in amazement.

"-You're only flesh and bone
Flesh and bone-" There was a short guitar break where Peter gazed into my eyes hypnotically and reached out to caress the side of my face.

"-When a blanket of winter is all around us
We have to stay warm
When there's no one there you can count on
You have to transform

How can you leave the black out?-" sang both the male vocalist and Peter.

"-(How can you leave the black out?)-" crooned the female singer and I joined in with a wicked grin on my face. The song felt like a twisted metaphor for being bitten and turned into a werewolf...

"-How can you leave the black out?
You're only flesh and bone
Flesh and bone-" the male sang, repeating the verse several times over with the female vocalist as the music jammed on, until the song finally came to an end.

After the lacrosse game, Beacon Hill High School had came out on top with a win. Scott was in the locker room with the other guys as everyone showered, got dressed and headed home for the night. He was slow, so he ended up being the last person in there. Suddenly the lights shut off out of nowhere, leaving Scott in the pitch dark. There sound of footsteps on the floor got his attention.

"Danny..?" Scott called out as he set his deodorant down in his locker and peeked around the side. There was nothing there, so he quickly looked behind him to make sure nothing was sneaking up on him. Still nothing. Scott walked over to the light switch with only a towel wrapped around his waist and flipped the switch back on. The power was dead. Scott looked up at the row of lights on the ceiling with furrowed brows and flicked the switch back and forth again.

All of the sudden a small white lacrosse ball came rolling out into the middle of the room. Scott slowly approached it, glancing around the room again before bending down to pick the ball up. He looked at the ball and continued to walk through the locker room until he rounded the corner near the showers, and let out a gasp; Derek was standing in the middle of the shower area.

"Thank God! Where the hell've you been? Do you have any idea what's been going on?" Scott said while throwing up his hands and closing the gap between him and Derek. But unbeknownst to him, Peter stepped out from the shadows directly behind Scott, holding a lacrosse racket. Derek's eyes went from Scott to his uncle and Scott realized that someone was standing behind him, so he slowly turned around.

"I really don't get lacrosse," Peter said with furrowed brows while turning the racket over in his hands and examining it.

"It's you..." Scott breathed with wide eyes upon realization of who Peter really was.

"When I was in school we played basketball," he said while looking at Scott. "There's a real sport." Scott's jaw fell askew and he quickly looked at Derek for an answer, but Derek just stared at him. "Still I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict. Is that right?" Peter said to himself while slinging the racket over his shoulder and looking off thoughtfully. "Hmm," he said with a shrug as he looked at the racket again before setting it down. "I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott," he looked at Scott again. "But I need your help to do it."

"I'm not helping you kill people," Scott said with a deadpan look.

"Well, I don't want to kill all of them," Peter replied with a look that said duh. There was silence as Scott furrowed his brows. "Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include..." he paused as he looked to Derek

"Allison," Derek said as he looked from his uncle to Scott. Scott looked at Derek with his brows still furrowed, but this time in a worried expression.

"You're on his side?" Scott asked incredulously. Derek looked to Peter. "Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?" Scott snapped as he gestured toward Peter who stood stoically with his hands crossed in front of him.

"It was a mistake," Derek replied as he and his uncle exchanged a glance.

Scott's brows pulled together. "What?" he snapped.

"It happens," Derek replied.

"Scott," Peter said, and Scott turned to look at him. "I think you're getting the wrong impression of us." Scott made like he was going to say something, but thought better of it. "We really just wanna' help you reach your full potential."

"By killing my friends," Scott said, not looking happy.

"Sometimes the people closest to you... can be the ones holding you back the most," Peter replied.

"From holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you?" Scott said. "I'm okay with that." He faltered where he stood as the Alpha approached him. Scott looked to Derek who did nothing to protect him.

Peter looked down at his left hand. "Maybe..." he said as his hand started to sprout very long, thick and sharp nails along each finger. "you could try and see things..." he continued as he brandished them at Scott with a subtle smile on his face. "from my perspective." Before Scott could react, Peter took his claws and stuck them in the back of Scott's neck. Scott winced and grunted in pain, his eyes starting to roll back into his head as he involuntarily reached for his neck.

Derek watched anxiously as Peter removed his nails from Scott's neck, leaving blood trickling from the wounds. He let Scott collapse to the locker room floor with a thud. Scott began to freak out on the ground, breathing jerkily as Peter retreated into the shadows and left. Derek watched his uncle go and kept an eye on Scott as he rolled around in pain. His breathing now turned to gasps for air as he lay there on the wet shower floor. Suddenly his brown eyes glowed gold as his wolf side took over. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open as memories that weren't his own filled his mind's eye and flooded his senses.

Blood droplets hit the floor and mingled with the water as it ran down the drain, triggering memories of Peter Hale sitting in a wheelchair in the shower with the water running on him. He was badly burned and crying out in agony. There were flashes of white as the scene shifted to two men standing in front of the Hale house with a gas can in their hands. FLASH! They were dumping the gasoline in the basement windows... One of them took one last drag from their cigarette before flicking it inside the house. FLASH! Two boys were running in the woods, trying to get away... they were the ones responsible for the house fire. FLASH! He caught one of them by their ankle in his Alpha form and put them head first into a flaming metal barrel to die.

Scott lay on the floor with wide eyes, not really seeing the locker room as everything unfolded before him. FLASH! He managed to escape the house, but at the price of hearing the screams of his family as they burned alive. FLASH! He awoke in the hospital as a burn victim. FLASH! He was sitting in the wheelchair in the shower again, screaming. FLASH! He rose from his bed on a full moon. FLASH! His niece came to meet him in the woods... she called out his name as she approached him from behind... but when he turned around, he met her with a side of him that had never been seen before. By the time all the flashbacks were over, Scott was laying on his back in the shower. The floor was no longer wet, but he came to with a loud gasp for air and widened eyes of horror.

"D-dude! We have a huge problem!" Stiles said urgently as he came rushing into the locker room where Scott was sitting on one of the benches, lost in thought.

"Trust me," Scott said, looking earnestly worried. "I know."

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