Chapter Seven – Omega
He was lying on the ground, mountain ash coursing through his veins, mixing with the laced saliva of the alpha. Turning his blood into black sludge as it pours out of his mouth and seeps out of every orifice.
"Kill them. Kill them all!" He roars as his body crashes to the ground.
Gerard watches from the ground as the Kanima releases Allison after being shot by Chris. Watches as everyone in the warehouse chases the reptile around the room like the fools that they are. He manages to pull himself to the door during the madness that has ensued. He drags himself up to his SUV parked outside the warehouse, pulls himself to his feet and grabs a case from the glove box.
He crumples back onto the ground as the pain of his blood curdling and solidifying in his veins overwhelms him. He pulls a syringe and a small bottle of purple liquid out of the case. The needle slides into the rubber lid of the purple liquid's bottle. He pulls back on the plunger, filling the syringe full of the extract. He slides the needle from the rubber and jams it into his arm, directly into his vein.
The extract of wolfsbane takes effect instantly, turning the skin around the injection site a vibrant red. It spreads through his body, burning through his veins. He locks his jaw to stop the scream of pain building in his throat. The extract burns through him for several minutes before the pain dulls to a minor inconvenience. The black sludge of his blood has seeped back into his skin, leaving no trace. His blood is pumping quickly through his veins as his heart pumps at double speed. He gasps and opens his mouth. An eruption of mountain ash spews from his mouth and nose collecting in a thick layer on the ground in front of him.
Once the wolfsbane has finished its course of action and expelled the mountain ash from his system, Gerard rises to his feet. He takes one look back at the warehouse, and walks off into the dark.
Every step he takes causes the laced saliva of the Alpha's bite to course through his veins, slowly turning him into what he needs to be to survive this. While they may have tried to stop him, he always has a back-up plan, you just can't trust anyone these days.
He walks through the woods for hours, walking miles until he reaches a small wooden cabin he had built just weeks ago in anticipation of this. He slides a key into the deadbolt of the front door and pushes it open. He sits on the floor, unmoving, waiting for the change to take place. He can feels it changing him slowly, the way it changes his body temperature, the way his eyes go blurry for a few seconds as they adjust to his new found vision. But most of all the way his bruises and lesions cause by the cancer fade away until only his pale skin is left.
The sunlight is streaming through the windows by the time the transformation is complete. He rises to his feet, opens the door and steps outside. His eyes burn and he flinches back as his new eyes adjust to the bright light of the sun above. There isn't much time to learn to adjust, he knows this. They will be hunting him, tracking him, he needs to leave.
He takes off running, very agilely, as he feels a slight burning rush into his body. His body begins contorting, transforming into his wolf form, into his Omega form. He knows exactly what he looks like, he had enough experience with Omegas in the first year of his life as a hunter to know. He is disgusted by it, by the fangs in his mouth, the claws digging into the earth beneath his paws, the fur covering him from head to toe. Everything about being a werewolf feels wrong and disgusting.
All those years he had hunted the vile creatures, hating them, wanting nothing more than them all dead, now he has become one of them. He knows he had no choice, it was either this or die; and death was no option.
He rips through the forest on all fours, flying past trees faster than he thought possible. He runs for hours, getting as far from Beacon Hills as he can. He needed time to get used to his new form and time to plan.
Gerard Argent had always been a hunter of sorts. When he was a child he would enjoy using a slingshot to stun squirrels or birds in the woods around his house. Once he had them stunned he would take the animal and torture it, breaking its legs, cutting off limbs, gouging out eyes. When he was done having his fun with them, he would snap their necks or, on more than one occasion, slice them in half with a kitchen knife. He enjoyed the times when he would slice them in half, but didn't do it every time. He wanted to keep the rush he got out of it fresh and new, like it was the first time.
He loved the thrill of causing animals pain, killing them, which is what led him to becoming a Werewolf hunter. He was only too happy when his father told him what they and their ancestors were, he took to it instantly. But his father was worried about him, he didn't hunt the way they were supposed to, he didn't follow the code. The 17 year old killed mercilessly. He didn't care if they were young wolves, old wolves, if they had killed humans. None of that mattered to him. All that mattered to him was killing them.
His entire life has been devoted to that love of the thrill he got every time he killed a wolf. He raised his kids to love it just as much as he had, but only one of them seemed to have taken after him. Kate. Kate was the one who took after her old man. Chris always had too much of a conscience, he could never be the hunter Gerard wanted him to be. But Kate, she was a true hunter, one that lived for the thrill of the kill, who would do anything to achieve that thrill.
Now that he's back in good health, it's time to chase that thrill again. It's time to have some fun.
He comes to a stop a few towns over from Beacon Hills after running for about an hour. He's still in the shelter of the woods in his Omega form. He scents the air, searching for signs of any other wolves in the area. He picks up slight scents of Alpha, but they're weak, he's sure they're old. He should be safe here, at least for the night. He finds a sheltered spot in a thicket of bushes and curls up on the ground. He's asleep within minutes.
The sound of twigs crunching nearby lurches him out of his sleep. He lies motionless, perking his ears up, listening intently on the footsteps. There are two sets of feet crunching through the forest. Gerard scents the air again, drawing in a slow, deep breath into his nostrils. He's still getting used to the new scents he can now pick up, he smells decaying leaves, moist moss, dead animals, and humans.
A small whimper unexpectedly escapes his throat. Within seconds there are the sounds of gunshots and bullets flying through the air, aimed at Gerard. He leaps out of the thicket of bushes and lunges at the two men with their guns pointed at him. A roar rips through him as the sinks his teeth into one of the men's throats and throws his head back, ripping the man's esophagus out. Another gunshot goes off behind him and a bullet buries its way into his shoulder. Gerard whips his body around to face the other man, his bloody fangs bared. The man points his gun at Gerard, his hand shaking. Gerard just watches the man, fangs still bared. The man pulls the trigger and a bullet goes flying off into the air. The man stares into Gerard's eyes as Gerard moves closer to the man.
"Please, don't- what- what are you?" The man asks, pleading in his voice.
He doesn't know what werewolves are. It's unfortunate he'll never find out. Gerard lunges at him with a loud snarl and sinks his teeth into his neck. He thrashes his head back and forth until the man's neck and body are disconnected. Gerard watches the man's head roll down the small hill that his body lies on the top of. A rumble shakes through him, a reminder that he hasn't eaten in about twelve hours. He looks down at the dead, decapitated body in front of him. He leans down and sniffs the exposed flesh, another rumble moving through him. He takes the man's man in his arm and rips off a chunk of flesh, swallowing it down.
Gerard wakes up the next morning with a full feeling in his stomach. He stands to his hunched over, crouching stance of the Omega form. He's decided to stay in this form, for now at least. It's easier to maneuver in the woods, easier to stay hidden, and easier to hunt. He looks around at the remains of his meal from the night before, snarls and takes off running.
He runs through the woods, getting to know them since he's planning to be here a while, at least until he feels safe returning to Beacon Hills for some fun. He comes across several other wolves' scents while running, but they are all stale, weeks old, at least most of them at least. There was one scent trail that he came upon that was fresh, too fresh. It can't be more than a couple hours old. He follows in instinctually, nose to the ground, running along the path the scent makes. Winding in and out of trees, leaping over a small stream and picking it back up on the opposite side. He follows it for about twenty minutes before it leads him to the source of the scent. A cave carved into the side of a huge boulder.
He assumes it's the strange wolf's den. He inches closer, silently, breathing in deep, nose to the air. The scent is stronger here, he's positive the wolf is in its den. He figures he's going to have to get better at fighting something stronger than a weak human eventually. That is, if he wants his plans for Derek to work. So, instead of running away, which is what his instincts are telling him to do, he stands his ground, bares his teeth and growls.
In less than a second the strange wolf has leaped out of its den and is standing feet from Gerard, ready to pounce. The wolf's an Omega, the same form as Gerard, the same glowing blue eyes. His fur is jet black with specs of white throughout. Gerard snarls through his teeth at the black wolf and lunges. His fangs sink into the black wolfs cheek. The black wolf thrashes around, throwing Gerard against the boulder behind them.
Gerard leaps back to his feet and locks eyes with the black wolf, challenging him. The black wolf circles Gerard, teeth bared. Gerard is about to lunge at the wolf when an arrow flies into the wolf's side. The wolf whimpers and falls to the ground. He watches as three more arrows are shot into the black wolfs side, piercing the organs in its chest. Gerard looks around for the source of the arrows, but he sees nothing. He can smell a human nearby though. He growls as he looks around for the human.
A twig snaps behind him and he turns on his haunches, spinning around to face the man standing with his crossbow in his hand, pointed at Gerard's heart. Gerard leaps to the side as the arrow whizzes by him. He runs around the boulder and circles back, coming up behind the hunter. He lunges at the hunters back. The man spins around and fires an arrow, off center, that flies past Gerard's face.
The weight of Gerard's body throws the man to the ground on impact as Gerard's fangs sink into the man's throat. The man's screams turn to gurgles as blood pours out of his mouth. His eyes, full of fear, lock with Gerard's eyes. They gloss over as his pulse and the gurgling of blood stop. Gerard pulls his fangs out of the man's neck and looks around for any other hunters. When he sees none, he spins around and bounds away though the woods, away from the body.
The next several weeks are spent running, hunting whatever he can find to eat, including a couple random people walking through the woods. Learning his new body, pushing himself to the extremes to see what this body can tolerate. Breaking his own bones to see how fast he could heal. And slowly making his way back towards Beacon Hills, knowing it's almost time.
Gerard Argent was a crazy man, a ruthless, uncaring, selfish man, but as a wolf, he was completely evil. He had no more regard for life, for other's lives. He didn't care if they were in pain, if they pleaded for their life as he sunk his fangs into their necks. His wolf had completely consumed him, wiping out every ounce of humanity he had ever contained. The wolf inside had become rogue, untamed, uncontrolled, completely free to do as it pleases. So it does just that.
The only thing that stays intact in both his and the wolf's mind is Derek. There was no explanation for Gerard's plans other than the fact that the man was evil and loved causing pain. The fact that Derek had been through so much pain already only made it all the more fun for Gerard. Being able to be the straw that breaks the camel's back, as the saying goes. Being able to watch as the man breaks slowly, one piece at a time until there is nothing left but pain. The thought of it causes Gerard's mind to flood with thrill. That thrill is what it's all about, because whether in a wolf's body or in his human body, it's still Gerard's sick, twisted mind.
Once he makes it back to Beacon Hills, he tracks down a couple of the hunters that had worked for him during his time at Chris' house. It's easy to persuade them to help him with his plans. They hate wolves, especially Derek, just as much as Gerard had, before becoming one. He neglects to tell them that little fact, however. He figures it's best they don't know what he's become. He's sure to make sure they don't speak of word of his return to anybody by threatening their families.
"Tell anyone and you beautiful little girl's throat will be slit open," he tells one of the hunters, then turns to the other, "And you, I would surely hate for something to happen to your wife, especially with that beautiful baby growing inside of her."
He leads them to the cabin in the woods, and tells them this is where the pack will be held until it's time. He doesn't have a concrete plan, but he explains to them what the outcome will be. Exterminating the entire pack, except for the Alpha, "The Alpha lives. He will live broken with the chaos left in our wake."
The men question Gerard's motives for doing this. Gerard simply reminds them of their loved ones and tells them to watch their mouths. Too many questions equals a dead family member. So the men go along with it, unquestioningly.
Gerard spends most of the time in his Omega form so the pack isn't alerted to his presence. His Omega scent is different after all, he only uses his human form when absolutely needed. A few more weeks pass at the hunters bring the items needed to keep the pack restrained in the cabin.
Once everything's in place, Gerard lets his presence be known and the fun begins.
He follows Stiles as he runs alongside his Jeep in the veil of the woods as he drives away after the pack has dispersed from the Hale house. Gerard stops in the woods, points his snout to the air and lets out howl. He picks his pace back up with the Jeep, moving closer to the road. He locks eyes with Stiles, watching as Stiles' jeep veers over into the other lane. He isn't expecting it to happen, but he hears the sound of another car coming towards them. He breaks his gaze with Stiles and snaps his eyes to the road. He sees the car coming towards the Jeep, fast, too fast to stop. He watches Stiles attempt to swerve back into his own lane.
The thrill surges through him as the cars collide, the sounds of clashing metal, the smell of blood washing into the air. Everything about what just happened makes Gerard's brain floods with endorphins, which makes him feel complete. He crashes through the trees and moves towards the crash. He hears the pulses of three people, beating too strongly for his liking. He moves around the gray car, moving towards the sound of the strongest pulse. He peers in to the window at the man inside, lying unconscious, head back against the head rest. Gerard slams him hand into the window, crashing through it. He holds his hand up to the man's throat and slashes his claws across his throat. The man's head falls to the side, the smallest piece of skin holding his head to his body. Blood from the man's arteries gushes down his torso, spilling into a puddle at his feet.
Gerard looks around when he hear movement coming from the Jeep. He moves slowly around the Jeep and back into the cover of the woods. He watches Stiles climb out of the Jeep, stumble over the car and pull the red head out. Gerard moves towards him slowly, fangs bared, ready to rip out his throat. Stiles whips his head around at him, locking eyes again. Gerard stares into the boys eyes, full of tears, of anger, fear, pain. For a split second Gerard almost feels back for him. He backs away from the boy as Stiles yells at him. He retreats back into the woods, watching the boy turn his attention back to the red head. He recovers from his momentary lapse of emotion and prepares to move forward to finish off the boy. But before he takes a step forward the boy tips his head to the air and screams his Alpha's name. Gerard knows the Alpha will be there in minutes to protect his pack and Gerard isn't ready to confront the alpha quite yet. He has much more chaos to cause before that time comes. Gerard turns his back on the crash and takes off into the forest away from the sounds of tires screeching and the scent of Derek Hale.
Gerard runs through the woods for about an hour as the high wears off and his mind clears. What was it about that boy that made things so difficult? He couldn't figure that out, but it wasn't going to stop him. The high he got from that crash, from slicing the throat of one of Derek's pack members, it was like the first time he had ever hunted. He needed more, and he knew that he would get it. He would get a lot more of this. And that stupid little innocent human boy would not stop him from getting what he wants. He will die like all the others.
He traces his trail back to the crash site, picks up the Alpha's scent and follows it, knowing it will lead him where he needs to be. The scent trail leads him to the hospital. He wanders around the hospital, taking cover in the thicket of trees a short distance from the hospital and waits for one of the pack members to wander by. He crouches low to the ground, well out of sight and watches. He sees the Alpha walk through the hospital entrance, and he has to fight the urge to leap out of his hiding place, run the short distance between them and rip his throat out. He would like nothing more, nothing, except what he has planned for him. That will be much better than any pain he can inflict in this moment.
He stays unmoving as the alpha makes his way to the tree line on the opposite side of the hospital and takes off into the woods. Gerard turns his attention back to the hospital entrance. He watches for a good fifteen minutes, waiting for any of the pack members to exit, but none do. He rises to his full form and prepares to take off to hunt down something, anything; sitting here waiting is too boring for his liking. He's about to run into the woods when he sees the innocent looking boy limping out of the hospital.
He crouches back into his previous position and watches, the urge to hunt growing inside of him. But he pushes it down, waits. Another pack member rushes out of the hospital and calls for the first one, Stiles. Gerard loses track of the both of them for a few minutes until the boy, Stiles, shows up outside of the parking structure no more than 500 feet from where he lies in wait. His wolf urges him to attack but he pushes the urge down, a howl pours from his mouth involuntarily. He locks his eyes with the boy as the boy looks around for the source of the howl that just escaped Gerard. He turns and moves away from Gerard's hiding spot, moving into the woods that his alpha had ran into a while ago.
Gerard moves through the woods towards the area the boy entered the woods, slowly, silently. Stiles comes into sight just feet in front of him, lying on the ground, clutching his head. Gerard moves towards him as the boy turns his head toward Gerard and locks eyes with him. Gerard stops and stares into the boys honey brown eyes. This time, he isn't fazed by their charm, his wolf is urging him forward, urging him to finish this.
Their eyes remain locked as the boy pushes himself into a sitting position then pulling himself to his full height. The boy looks down for a split second, and Gerard seizes his opportunity. He lunges forward, flying through the air at the boy as the boy snaps his head back up, pure fear in his eyes.
Gerard slams into the boy, shoving him back to the ground. He bares his fangs as he moves his head mere inches from the boy's face. Stiles is exuding fear, the scent and taste of it strong in the air between their faces. Gerard's inner wolf is urging him on, willing him to rip the boys throat out. Gerard remains still for a moment, weighing his options, deciding what the best move to make is. He could kill the boy, yes, easily. That would hurt the alpha immensely, losing another pack member so soon. But then again, he will lose them all soon enough. Would it hurt Derek more for the human to live, broken, in pain? Gerard isn't sure, his wolf is telling him to kill the boy but something else is telling him not to. He growls in frustration into the boy's ear.
Everything seems to click into place in his mind in an instant. The protection the alpha has always shown for the human, the acceptance of a human into a pack of wolves. It all makes sense to Gerard now. He can even smell it on the human boy lying in front of him, the longing, the love, the fear of never seeing him again. Mates. They are mates, the alpha and the human. Gerard draws in a long whiff of the boy's scent searching for the telltale signs of being marked. Nothing, there is the scent of the alpha on him, but he hasn't been marked yet, he's not yet claimed. This is too perfect for Gerard. An unmarked alpha mate right in front of him, this is too much for him to pass up. He's made his decision about the boy.
He leans his head down and grabs the boys arm in it, slicing into his skin. The taste of blood washes through Gerard's mouth making his wolf go insane, but his mind overpowers the wolf, knowing exactly what he's going to do. The boy screams, calls for his alpha, for his pack. This is exactly what Gerard wants. Torture your alpha, make him suffer before I finish him, you stupid boy. He drags the boy through the woods until he hears a wolf's howl. Not the alpha, one of his betas. Gerard stops once the wolf howls. He releases the boys arm from his bite, points his snout to the air and howls, calling the pack to his location. He bounds away from the boy, heading towards the cabin. He's sure to leave a confusing scent trail to throw the pack off, make it harder to track him. He leaps over a small river. As soon as his paws land on the other side he hears a wolf growl from behind him. He whips his body around as a sandy blonde wolf tackles him to the ground.
The two wolves' teeth crash together, both attempting to sink their teeth in to the other's throat. They wrestle with each other for just a minute before Gerard overpowers the weak beta. His teeth sink into the blonde wolfs neck, but he doesn't rip his throat out. He squeezes against the wolf's esophagus until the wolf goes unconscious, then drags him through the woods. Gerard comes to another river and instead of leaping over it, he wades into it, the blonde wolf in his jaws. He runs down stream, following the flow of the river, dragging the unconscious wolf behind him. The cabin comes into view after running a few miles downstream. He pulls the beta out of the water and drags him the few hundred feet between the river and the cabin.
Once he makes it to the cabin's porch, Gerard shifts to his human form. He unlocks the door and drags the wolf in, slamming the door behind him. He drags the wolf to the basement, where he chains him up. He tapes wires to the wolfs temples and pressure points then turns the dial on an electrical generator. The sandy blonde wolf shifts to his human form as soon as the electric current hits his still unconscious body. Gerard adjusts the shackles so they fit tightly around the man's ankles and wrists.
"There we go, you just stay here now," He says with an evil grin on his face. He turns his back on the beta and makes his way back up the basement stairs. He walks to the front door, locks it, and walks through it.
Once outside he shifts back to his Omega form and takes of running into the woods, towards the direction the pack and the human are likely to be at this moment. He circles around the area where the pack last one and stumbles across a scent path. The alpha and his mate's scent path. He picks drops his nose to the ground and follows it instinctually. It leads him to the edge of the woods, a few hundred feet from a house. He circles the perimeter of the house, drawing in long whiffs of breath through his nose. It must be the boys house, it reeks of him.
His ears perk up when he hears voices coming from inside the house, the alpha and the boy talking. He steps in a pile of dry leaves that crunch under his paw. The talking inside the house stops. He turns on his haunches and darts off into the woods, knowing the alpha is aware of his presence. He runs as fast as he can, darting through the trees, running into a river. He runs against the current as it slopes up a small hill. He doesn't stop running, he knows his scent can't be tracked in the water, but the alpha will look for him. The entire pack will be looking for him now, he's become too much of a threat for them now.
He runs for hours crossing his own scent paths to throw the pack off, crossing into rivers and running in the river for a mile or two then leaving a new scent trail leading somewhere else. Once he feels he's left enough crossing scent trails to throw them off for a good while, he returns to the river that leads to the cabin. He wades into the river an extra mile away to make sure they don't find the cabin. He emerges from the river and runs to the cabins front door.
Gerard paces around the cabin the entire night, on guard. He peeks into the basement windows every so often to check on his hostage, Isaac. The electric current has him frozen in place, and also stops him from shifting to his beta form. But he is still very aware, he glares through the window at Gerard from the corner of the room he's chained up in. Gerard simply bares his teeth, almost resembling a malicious smile, and walks away to continue pacing the perimeter.
There's no sign of any of the pack members throughout the whole night. No howls, no growls, no snapping twigs or crunching leaves, nothing at all. Gerard can't help but feel quite good about himself, being able to evade an entire pack of wolves that he's been hunting and killing. Then again, he's not surprised that the moronic pack can't even manage to track him down.
A few hours after the sun rises, Gerard hears footsteps splashing through the river. He looks through the trees that half conceal the cabin from the river and sees his two hunters making their way to the cabin. He turns towards the door of the cabin as he shifts to his human form. He opens the door, walks inside and slides his clothes on. By the time his clothes are on, the door is opening and the hunters make their way inside the cabin.
"Perfect timing gentlemen," Gerard says fervently, "There's a wolf in the basement that needs attending to."
The hunters glance at each other then at Gerard, "A wolf? In the basement?" One of the men asks in shock.
"Yes you nitwits, he's already restrained. I need you both to stay here, watch him and prepare for more. I'll be leading them in, be prepared to trap them and bring them in. Do you understand me?"
Both the men nod quickly then moves towards the basement door.
"Don't try to contact me, do not mention my name around any of the wolves. Is that clear?" Gerard says as he moves towards the door. "I don't need to remind you what's on the line if you screw up do I?"
He slams the door behind him and makes his way into the forest on foot. Once he's out of sight from the cabin he rips his clothes off and shifts to his omega form.
He's running through the forest, running through trees making his way towards the Stilinski's house when he comes across the pack, minus the alpha. He comes to a stop as quickly as he can, but it's too late, the pack is already aware of his presence. There are three of them, two light brown wolves and a beige wolf. The three of them turn their attention to Gerard. Gerard snarls at them then takes off running, away from them and towards the cabin.
Everything was falling into place just perfectly, the pack makes it so easy. Gerard sprints through the forest, almost at the cabin. He looks back to make sure they're still following him and realizes only one brown wolf and the beige one are following him. His eyes dart around looking for the other brown wolf, but he's nowhere to be found. Gerard is almost at the cabin, he splashes into the river and begins running downstream. He flies past the cabin, letting out a loud growl as he goes by.
He stops a few hundred feet from the cabin, diving behind a large tree trunk to watch. The two hunters come running out of the cabin just as the brown and beige wolves run by. One of the men shoots an arrow into the beige wolfs shoulder, then another into its chest. The wolf slams down to the ground as the brown wolf circles around the cabin, followed by the other hunter. The beige wolf tries to get up, but the hunter that shot it slams the blunt end of his cross bow into its skull. The beige wolf goes limp on the ground. The hunter turns his attention to the other hunter and the brown wolf. Both hunters fire arrows at the brown wolf, but he's too quick. He dodges every arrow they fire at him until they have no more arrows to fire. The brown wolf takes one look at the beige wolf lying on the ground, then takes off running, away from the cabin, away from its pack mate.
Gerard watches as the men drag the beige wolf into the cabin and slam the door behind them. He takes off running in the direction the brown wolf went, hoping to lure him back to be captured. But there is no trace of him. His scent trail ends at the river and he is nowhere in sight.
Gerard knows that this is his chance to get to the mate, the two betas are out here, the other two are in the cabin and the alpha is somewhere writhing in pain. This is his opportunity to make the alpha's mate his own. Not because he wanted him, but because what it would do to the alpha.
He runs through the forest, heading towards the boys house again when he crosses the alpha's scent again. Not his scent trail, but his scent. The alpha is near, too near if he can smell him this strongly. Gerard peers through the thick layer of foliage in front of him and steps back when he sees the alpha in his human form. The wind suddenly changes course, wafting Gerard's scent into Derek's direction. The alpha snaps his head up, darting it all around looking for the wolf the scent belongs to. Gerard knows it's too late for stealth now, so he begins circling the alpha, preparing to defend himself. Derek growls in the direction of the crunching of the leaves and twigs under the wolf's paws. He locks his sight on the glowing blue eyes shining through a thick layer of foliage.
Gerard leaps forward out of the brush, teeth bared, aiming for Derek. Derek jumps out of the way as his body begins contorting. The two wolves begin circling each other, waiting for the other to falter. Derek growls at the Omega, challenging him, then coils his body, ready to pounce on the Omega. He flies through the air as Gerard jumps to the side, dodging the alphas attack. Gerard takes off running into the woods, away from the alpha.
The alpha sprints after Gerard, as the two dart in between trees, Gerard just barely staying ahead of Derek. Gerard leaps over a fallen tree, his back paw catching onto the tree, causing him to tumble to the ground. Derek is on top of it before he is able to get up, his teeth snapping in Gerard's face. Gerard kicks him off with his back legs, flinging him a few feet away. Derek lunges back almost instantly, sinks his teeth into Gerard's shoulder, then rips a chunk of his flesh off. Gerard snarls in pain as blood starts pouring out of his wound. The Alpha snaps his jaws at Gerard again, latching onto his arm and crushing the bone.
Gerard thrashes underneath the Alpha, trying to escape. He manages to bite into Derek's shoulder and kick him off again. Gerard quickly leaps to his feet and takes off into the forest again, leaving a trail of ruby liquid in his wake. Gerard looks back as the alpha slows, increasing the space between them. Gerard keeps his pace. He watches as the alpha crashes to the ground and begins writhing in pain as he had been when Gerard stumbled across him before. Gerard runs until Derek is no longer in view.
Gerard begins moving in the direction of the Stilinski house, yet again. Hoping this time there is nothing to stop him from getting to the boy while he still can. He runs for about twenty minutes before he can smell the boys scent growing stronger. He knows he's close. So close.
The boy's house comes into view a few minutes later and Gerard's stomach twists in anticipation. He moves around the house, listening for signs of anyone on the street or nearby. Once he knows there's nobody who will attempt to stop him, he moves to the door, still in his omega form. He brings his paw up the door and manages to turn the knob, then throws the door open. The door slams against the wall behind it. Gerard walks into the house, looking around for the boy.
"Dad?" he hears the boy call down from upstairs. His eyes dart to the stairs as the boy continues, "Dad, are you home early?"
Gerard moves into the downstairs hallway, out of site from the boy. He hears as the boy tentatively takes on step at a time, moving down the stairs. The boy comes into view and he walks through the living room. "Scott? Derek? Fuck guys, I'm not in the mood for games." The boy says, a small tremor in his voice as he walks into the kitchen.
Gerard slips past the kitchen entry silently and moves up the stairs into the boy's room. He shifts into his human form and waits for the boy.
The boy walks into his room, back turned as he shuts his door. Gerard slips his arm around the boy's neck then covers the boys mouth. As soon as his mouth is covered, the boy lets out a muffled yell into Gerard's hand.
"Shh. Quiet, we don't want him here yet." Gerard says quietly.
The boy mumbles against Gerard's hand as he struggles to slip out of his grasp. Gerard growls in his ear and quietly, but maliciously says, "I've been waiting for this."
Gerard hears a wolf's howl in the distance, the alpha.
"Ah, there we go, it's almost time." He says, menacingly.
The claws start growing on Gerard's hand as he holds it over Stiles' mouth. The low growls escape Gerard's throat. Gerard's heart begins pounding loud at the anticipation of what's about to happen. Gerard can hear the car coming down the street, too fast to be anyone but the alpha coming for his mate. He holds on tightly to the boy as he continues to struggle against his grip.
The boy finally stops struggling and focuses his eyes on his bedroom door when the front door is thrown open. A grin spreads across Gerard's face as he waits for the alpha to make his way in to the boy's room. He hears the heavy footsteps of the alpha bounding up the stairs. The bedroom door flies open and Derek walks through it. Gerard's heartbeat hitches as the alpha walks in to the room. He's dripping sweat and panting like a dog, looking absolutely pitiful. Derek stops dead in his tracks when he sees what's in front of him.
Gerard's grin stretches even bigger at the alpha's reaction to the situation. Gerard locks eyes with the alpha, leans his head down to meet the back of the boys neck. He watches the horror grow in the alpha's eyes as he sinks its teeth in to the back of the boys neck.
The alpha growls a loud, fierce growl and takes a step forward, "Stil-" he drops to the ground, trembles surging through him, then he goes still.
The thrill is surging through Gerard, his heart beating hard against his rib cage, his stomach twisting, and his min flooding with endorphins. And this is just the beginning.
He pulls his fangs out of the boy's neck and pulls him to the window. He looks down at the ground, an entire story below them and throws the boy out of it. The boy lands on his back with a loud thump and a gasp. Gerard leaps out of the window and lands next to the boy. He grabs him by the leg and drags him away into the woods just behind his house.
The boy pleads with him to let him go, begs for it. Gerard doesn't even glance at the boy. He begins to cry, begs for Gerard to just kill him, and leave the alpha alone. Is it possible that this boy, the boy who runs with wolves, has fallen in love with the alpha? Gerard only finds this even more thrilling, such a devastating loss for the alpha. Gerard shifts to his omega for and grabs the boys leg in his jaws. HE drags him through the woods until he reaches the river. He drags the boy's body into the river. The boy protests, not that Gerard cares about that. Once Gerard is almost at the cabin, he stops, shifts back to his human form. He picks up the clothes he has ripped off earlier and puts them on. He grabs the boy's leg and drags him to the front porch, pulling him up the porch steps.
"You're a sick, twisted son of a bitch, you know that," the boy says from the ground as Gerard drags him up the steps.
Gerard turns to him, looks him in the eyes and says, "You have no idea."
Notes - So, as you all know now, this Chapter was written from the Omega's (Gerard's) POV, i hope you all enjoyed that! Review it and let me know. Now, i'm pretty sure the story is coming to a close soon, possibly 1-2 more Chapter and then an Epilogue. I'm not 100% sure about that, something may pop into my head and i may continue it. I guess we'll see. Thank you all for reading and i hope you love it 3 Follow, Favorite and Review for me! I really want to know what you all think xo
