I is BAAA-AAACK! I've decided to write the prequel before the sequel, and when this series is done to write a fic that has normal Derek and a lonely Simon. They won't be as OOC, and Derek's Changes will be more frequent. For example, a week after his last Change instead of a month. Yeah, it wasn't until after I read the books again that I realized he wolfed out once a week. Oops. I'll probably make a crossover with the new series, as well. I'll shut up now.
Disclaimer: Derek has wings. The wings are mine, but the person attached to them? Not so much. Don't own DP.
"…and that's why Derek flinches whenever he sees a Chihuahua," Lily choked. Finally, the laughter won over the pain and loud howls of glee echoed in the blood painted room. Chloe and Raziel were turning slightly blue, making no sound as their shoulders shook at the absurdity of big, strong Derek cowering from an itty-bitty bundle of fur. Finally, the necromancer gasped for breath and spluttered, "Oh my God! Poor Derek is scarred for life by a rat-dog!" (AN: I have nothing against Chihuahuas. They are adorable, if somewhat yappy.)
That started of another round of hysteria at the werewolf's expense. If only he were here… Lily thought longingly. The pain in her chest got worse as she thought of her alpha holding her heart in his hands. Literally. There was no doubt in her mind hat she would kill him if anything happened to her Corazon. Simon always said he could take care of himself, but look hard enough and you could see how much the very thought of being alone frightened him. The young sorcerer was very social, especially for a supernatural. Most less-than-human beings kept to themselves and their families, barely interacting with the outside world. With the exception of witches and sorcerers, all of them hid in forests and remote cities around the world. The spell-casters hid in plain sight, and even if you were looking for them you would never find them without a werewolf, vampire or shape shifter, all of whom would rather die than help capture another supernatural. Loyalty comes at a harsh price in their world.
That price was always much worse than death.
The harsh reality weighed Lily down, nearly making her scream in sheer frustration. Feeling came back into her frozen limbs, making her choke on the pain. Though Raziel had healed the worst of the wounds, he hadn't been able to finish. She'd have killed him if he had. Lily didn't want the angel any weaker than he was now, or they might have to leave him behind when the boys came for them. There was no way in hell Chloe would leave him, except maybe if Derek gave her the eyes…and that was enough of that picture. One of these days, he's gonna kill someone with all that cuteness. She could see it now. Cabal after Cabal gasping and clutching their hearts, always after looking into the heartbroken eyes of a child. Not that it could actually happen. Niall would most likely kill every person in the world if even one of them got Derek to make that face. Truthfully, anyone would just to get rid of the deadly guilt that sears at you're heart until it is only a husk.
Suddenly disgusted with herself, Lily pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. She was supposed to make Chloe and Raziel happy and forget about where they were. Absently, a song popped into her head. It wasn't the best way to pass the time, since her singing voice was mediocre at best, but she'd give it a shot. In a shaky voice, a little off-key and much too reedy, Lily gave it her all.
(Acadia, Marianna's Trench)
In the house I grew up in My room in the basement the hours turning to years we spent Remember Chris in the backyard Laughing so damn hard and no one knew why But the rest is forgotten behind me Sometimes it reminds me of when we, we used to belong here Every memory comes on when I hear that old song That we used to sing with the words all wrong I remember the faces and familiar places And I sing along but Acadia is gone Ran out of gas on the highway, we walked there And I gave drunken speeches on the sobriety Now we've all moved away and somehow became men But I remember where it began Left behind me Sometimes it reminds me of when we, we used to belong here Every memory comes on when I hear that old song That we used to sing with the words all wrong I remember the faces and familiar places And I sing along but Acadia is gone Remember when 1712 Acadia Road fell And they tore the house down Every memory comes on when I hear that old song That we used to sing with the words all wrong I remember the faces and familiar places
And I sing along but Acadia is gone
Ending in a soft hum, she watched Raziel's eyes close and not reopen. Smiling tiredly, she faced Chloe and saw the sleepy look on her face. Lily had done better than she thought. Although her voice wasn't the best, there had been such emotions in her song that even though the hoarse and rasping voice was so reminiscent of their captors', the two of them couldn't help but be soothed by Lily's voice. For the first time in ages, they fell into dark, dreamless sleeps. All but Lily, who knew that between the pain in her heart and the pain of her wounds that she wouldn't rest tonight. Instead, the silver-headed demi-goddess slumped in her chair and watched. No one would harm her pack tonight.
Kit swallowed dryly. He was thirsty. And hungry. And cold. Not to mention he and his companions were shackled to a wall in a very dark cell and soon he was going to have to choose one of them to die. The good times just keep on coming, thought Kit wryly. The last time he had seen the others was before rescuing Derek from death by Change. Apparently, it had been enough to give each of them a death sentence and for that he was sorry. When he said this, they vehemently denied his forgiveness. At his slightly hurt look, Sam and Victoria exclaimed in perfect unison, "It's not you're fault."
This made the sorcerer gawk at them. Of course it's my fault, thought the stunned Kit. Kayla and old Zeke would still be alive if I hadn't asked for their help… Swallowing past the lump in his throat, he remembered the man who had been like a second father to him. As a shaman, the elder had always tried to heal others pain. Physically and emotionally. Powerful shamans could make you forget every bad or painful thing that had ever happened to you. Zeke had been one of those. He'd been willing to try with Derek, but had died before he could even try. A good man, if ever there was one. Kayla, too, had been a good person. No, beyond even a great person. She had been with him the day Derek came home, having fallen in love with him the instant he was put in her arms. Kayla had been an innocent little girl then, just out of her Junior year in high school. So innocent, yet so willing to fight for the small werewolf she had dubbed her 'little cousin'. truly, the shape shifter had been beautiful inside and out. Perhaps that was why he'd fallen in love.
It hadn't been like that in the beginning. After Evangeline had left him with the then four-year-old Simon, all he had wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry. Kayla had been like a shining light, caring for both Simon and Derek when he couldn't face the mornings. Somehow, she had always known. Slowly but surely, Kit found himself standing in the kitchen, a twenty five year old separated man giving the seventeen year old girl cow-eyes and following her around like a lost dog. It was embarrassing, especially since little Derek had looked at him strangely. The boy had probably smelt his unruly emotions, because his face had turned to horror as he fled upstairs. It was worth it, laughed Kit. He instantly stopped thinking when the looks his companions shot his way could only be described as incredulous and questioning his sanity. Wait until they meet Niall. Their heads will explode! To ease the worry they were no doubt feeling, Kit gave a mockery of his former grin. Apparently, it was more like Niall's than even he would care to admit, and probably looked as though he were speaking to the homicidal bunnies hopping around in his head. Again, Niall.
Although, Kit realized he should probably say something. The lack of food and water must have gone to his head, because he said loudly, breaking the silence, *"I'm not insane, I just have issues…"* trailing off, he realized what he had said and started smacking his head against the wall, groaning at this new embarrassment. I just have issues, don't worry, I'm COMPLETELY sane. HAH! *Niall, I am going to kick your feathery behind when I see you!* Hearing devilish laughter echoing in his mind, Kit moaned and renewed his effort to die of humiliation. Of course, the angel would hear that. Not the desperate SOS calls, not the desperate screams for news on his children. No, just that horrid thought that the perverted and insane angel would definitely turn into an innuendo. He'd almost rather die.
T-that's great! Seriously, Kit, I didn't know you had such a dirty mind! T-to th-think you thought o-of m-me that way… abruptly, the voice burst into hysterics. Cursing under his breath, he explained, "Niall has graced us with his presence."
All but Jason looked horrified. Kit hadn't told anybody about Niall yet and he was starting to regret that decision. Before he could say anything, Jason took the liberty of explaining. "Niall is an angel who took a liking to Kit. He's Derek's biological father and he actually seems to care about him. Other than the fact he's clinically insane, and is well on his way to driving Kit there as well, he's genuinely helpful. And he makes good pancakes."
Suddenly, Kit was questioning his choice of friends as they nodded in grave approval at one another. It was extremely sad that some of the strongest supernaturals in the state could be so easily conquered by…pancakes.
Pancakes are amazing, Christopher Bae! Don't diss the pancakes! In retaliation, he brought up a mental image of Jason's attempt at cooking. With a shrill scream, Niall hissed, Dear Goddess, what the hell did he DO?
I have NO idea, thought Kit. Truthfully, there were much bigger things to worry about. Like dying, for one. But apparently, the Angel wasn't done yet. Oh, and Kit? Simon and Derek are trying to tear each other apart. Apparently, they both love Chloe and each of them wants to tell her how they feel. Due to my lack of parenting skills and the likelihood that I'd lose patience and accidentally kill one of them, I think it's best to leave this up to you. And also, can you choose Jason to die? Never have I met someone mutilate pancakes so badly! Getting off topic… Alright, so I sent them to a cottage in the woods, which might not have been the best idea since they were trying to kill each other twenty minutes ago and-oh, shit. Kit, my friend, I might just be the worst father ever. Do you think I'm a bad father for leaving my pup alone in the woods surrounded by homicidal maniacs with nothing to lose?
Nearly asleep from Niall's long dialogue, Kit just managed to catch the end of it and simply blinked. What? It's times like these he pictured the angel actually raising Derek, and realized he was probably better off with the homicidal maniacs currently out for blood. It was actually terrifying to think of Niall trying to change baby Derek's nappies, then accidentally strangling him with the diaper somehow.
His attention was captured by the footsteps coming down the hall. Apparently, Andrew hadn't wanted to wait for the full hour to pass. The last words the angel thought to him were, Don't worry, Kit! Lady Shipa is sending help.
He was suddenly more scared than he had ever been in his life.
Explanation for the *
If you have problems, what are you going to say? I just have issues…
To say that, it sounds like Kit has seen Niall's ass. Therefore, it's an innuendo waiting to happen.
So, I have decided that next chapter will be completely Derek and Simon. I'm getting tired of them fighting and making Simon an ass-hat, so I'm hurrying along the Change. Also, the pain Derek, Lily and Chloe are feeling is from being away from their mates for so long, Lily and Derek more than Chloe. Simon doesn't feel it because he rejected Lily as his mate, but don't worry. I plan on fixing that. 'til next time, faithful readers.
REVIEW! And get Niall hugs. Don't, and he just might kill you. And I won't post the teaser for baby Derek.
