Derek was smart enough not to ask what his Uncle was about to do. Whilst their familial relationship had dramatically improved, he had no desire to know what he did with his mate behind closed doors, nor would he ever. "So how do I l kill them?"

Stiles winced, and started to ramble, "Well they will not die by silver. Lie again I'm afraid. Mirrors also a crock of shit ..."

Derek recognising when his mate was about to head off on a tangent spoke gently, "Stiles."

His mate pouted, "Okay sorry. Just you sort through all this information and see if you can manage not to go off on a tangent."

"Stiles." Derek didn't play fair though as he pulled Stiles further onto his lap. He nuzzled Stiles' neck, letting himself take in his favourite scent. Stiles always smelled brilliant to Derek, all pine cones and lightning storms - only now there was a sweeter scent which was the cub.

Stiles sighed, "Fine you slash the throat, but it has to be highlander style … All the way or not at all."

Derek purred, as he was more than capable of doing just that- his claws would do the job with a fine sprinkle of muscles to wrench the head right off the shoulders. "Anything else?" He asked wanting to make sure he didn't miss any angle.

Stiles was reluctant, "Fire."

Derek did paused momentarily, fire for any Hale was always going to be a sore subject, and that was understandable give their history. Still if it came down to a matter of safety and seeing to a potential enemy being killed they would put their big boy pants on and deal with it. "You will control it, and protect the pack?"

Stiles pulled him into a fierce kiss. It went without saying that he would always protect the pack, and he made a vow, and protection runes to the effect. His vow had been plain and simple - fire would never destroy any part of the Hale pack again. "Always. Does that mean you are gonna let me fight?"

Derek chuckled, because despite his fervent desire to keep Stiles away he was smart enough to know that there was no chance that he wouldn't follow. Stiles was loyal and protective to a fault - it was why he was such a good Alpha's mate. "I can't stop you, and I know that you're smart enough to protect yourself and the cub."

Stiles didn't pout or argue because his Alpha was absolutely correct. He couldn't wait for the pup to arrive, but until then all of Stiles priorities centred on protecting the cub and the pack. He was just glad that he was not a real wolf, as she would by this time have hunkered down in a den to conserve energy and protect her pups. "I am, and I will."

Derek nuzzled his neck, an action that should be strange for a non-wolf but Stiles had never made him feel strange or like an animal. "I know we should tell the packs ... both of them."

Stiles winced, "Well can you make it an Alpha order when you make Brian stay home?"

Derek rolled his eyes at his mate, who was a rolling mass of contradictions. Stiles was more than capable of fighting two alphas with his magic - and winning. The ironic thing is that when it came to magic Stiles was fine having to be mean to one of the cubs, even when it was one who was older than him - he found it hard. "I'll do it."

And he would - just he'd make sure that Peter was in between him and Brian when he brokered the news.

Stiles knew intellectually this little jaunt would let Derek know whether the other pack should stick around. He was intrigued to see how they would take to the news that basically amounted to, 'We're off bonding by killing vampires. Want to come with?"

Still looking as all the wolves of both packs filled out the main living room, Stiles knew that there was no way to avoid the conversation any longer. And besides he wanted Beacon Hills safe from the fanged ones. If Team Edward snacked on another member of their small town, then there might be irreversible population decline. No one else was worried but he conducted a statistics project last semester, and granted the variables weren't exactly but enough to cause Stiles alarm. He would ask Lydia there was no doubt that she already had adapted the model to be useful.

Dom filtered into the room, and noticed the grim look on the Alpha couples face. "So what is the damage?"

Stiles answered, "A coven of Vampires is in town and we intend to evict them."

All the wolves shivered; Stephanie Meyer may have been responsible for emasculating a species, but she got one bit right. There was an epic hatred to exist between the wolves and the Vampires. Dom's lip curled up in disgust, "By evict you mean?"

Stiles and Derek shared a toothy grin, and yet again the wolves couldn't help but notice that despite not having a wolf - Stiles acted just like one. Derek was the one to answer, "Evict as a in a group of us will be going to their hideout and destroying them."

Scott wanted to protest that they shouldn't just kill arbitrarily, but Stiles impressively shut down the puppy dog eyes, "They want my Pup, and to drain Brian as we taste oh so sweet and powerful."

Derek and Peter could be forgiven their possessive growls and they way they pulled their mates close. They had lost so much and the thought of losing their mates or their pups cut right to their core.

Scott went to open his mouth but promptly closed it. He might not like it but he could agree with the sentiment and knew that Stiles would not be dissuaded from this course of action. "So who is going with you?"

Derek sighed, "I need Peter, Ethan, Boyd, Stiles, You and Allison, as well as, whomever Alpha Toretto allows from his pack to come along."

Stiles didn't need to wait long for the vehement protests. "Now hang on a minute!"

Derek decided to mean old Alpha and delegate explaining to Brian why he shouldn't come to Peter. Peter looked his mate straight in the eye, "My heart. I need to concentrate and my attention would be divided."

Stiles looked at his pregnant companion, "The territory still needs protecting. You will be in charge of the normal duties, and it is important."

Brian did not like it, and all the wolves could smell how little he liked this idea. Still he wasn't stupid and knew just what he and the cub meant to Peter. Peter had suffered too much in his life already; the last thing he wanted was to become part of the suffering. "I'll stay but I won't like it."

Dom decided that changing the conversation might be beneficial, "I will go along with Vince and Letty."

It made sense they were the fighters of the pack, and this was going to be a fight. You can't negotiate with a species that considers you food.

"So what is the plan?"

Stiles devilish grin let the pack know that it was something good. "Well here is how it goes ..."

Stiles knew exactly what he'd do - they wanted the cubs so he would burn the world down around where they stand.

Dom wouldn't deny that the chance to cut loose with fangs and claws was exciting. He could feel the excitement of Letty and Vince too. He watched as a space was cleared on the floor, and the blonde wolf, Erica, bought out a mahogany box. He might not know what was in it but the box had an age to it. The box held a wealth of scents, and they would as it was Stiles magic box - a gift passed down to him from his mother.

It was impressive sight to behold, and it was clear that even the Hale pack wolves were still in awe of the mage. He threw a circle of salt up for protection, and like magic in the air it settled into a perfect circle. Stiles never doubted that it would, and therefore it was not a problem. Once the circle was cast he mixed the paste he would need and drew the required runes over the map. The wolves watched as six lights all focussed on one location - it was a downtown Warehouse.

Stiles looked up at the pack; the light and power fading from his eyes, "Found them!"

"Let's go!" And my how times had changed as no one had even thought to deny Derek's order.

It was time to have some homicidal bonding fun, and Stiles was just as twisted as the others because he was going to enjoy it - just as much as the others.

The cars parked four blocks away and moved on foot. Normally they might have cared but it was out of respect to the sheriff. Stiles was casting what pretty much amounted to notice-me-not charms around his group. They closed in on the warehouse like wolves hunting - Stiles had given them a foul paste that was masking their scents from the Vampire. So they were closing in on all the exits, and once Stiles rechecked that they were all in one place they would attack.

The wolves were not even attempting to play fair. They teamed up to take on the three vamps close to the exit in teams. It wasn't a war, or fair, as that would imply that both sides had an equal chance in winning. Stiles shrugged, "I'll take the one by the window."

All nodded, and all the wolves switched to a beta form. This was definitely a fight to be settled with fangs and claws. It was mayhem and carnage, and the vampires fell to the fury of Team Jacob and Stiles' wielding deadly fireballs. It was clear within minutes who'd won; the Pack was standing around the leader.

Stiles wasn't breathing too hard, and it was clear that the wolves had won the first round. The only vampire left was the leader. He was encircled by all the wolves and yet still he looked haughty and certain that he would survive, Stiles was not impressed. The leader was a walking cliche of every textbook villain. He was also stupid, like on an epic level. In fact it was kind of tragic - Stiles didn't think that anyone could be that stupid and he'd met the BH cheerleading squad. "You can't kill us, we're immortal."

Stiles was pretty sure he'd seen this movie and Wesley Snipes then proceeded to destroy Stephen Dorff. It was a crying shame as Dorff was kinda hot in it. "You have no idea who you're fucking with." He said. His tone was calm and even as he trusted the pack to have his back.

"No mortal can kill us."

Peter understood the implication and started to laugh. "Oh you should be careful of seer's words."

Stiles caught on, and mindful of the fireball in his hands, he started laughing, "Oh I really hope Derek takes his time tearing you limb from limb."

The leader who was apparently older than dirt sneered, "When he is dead. I'll drain you dry and rip the cub from your stomach."

.Derek saw red and it was more than just his Alpha vision.

All Derek heard was the coven leader say he wanted to drain his mate and steal his Cub's life force. One of those things was enough for him to want to kill you, bit both of them? Both of them made Derek want to take lessons off his Uncle Peter. If he was calmer he might have kept him alive and let his Uncle have some fun, but he couldn't. There was a credible threat to his family and pack and if there was one thing that he'd learnt over the years was that you don't leave an enemy to come back. It was a good way to end up with a knife in your back. He could feel his teeth elongate, and was controlling his full change so that he could be understood. He wanted to make sure that the coven leader understood his mistake before he died. "I'll rip your throat out with my teeth."

Dom got a first-hand view to just what damage the Alpha pair could do. He was astounded that when it came to the confrontation the Alpha had allowed his pregnant mate to come with, when he'd made Brian stay behind. Mia was still laughing as the rest of the pack left, in fact he could still hear her teasing Brian as they left.

Hale was comfortable enough in both forms that the change was effortless. He was so controlled that he kept the change back so he could taunt the leader. The rest of the pack was done fighting; Stiles had fried the Leader's second so the only one left was the leader, and he was all Derek's. No one had said as much but it seemed to be implicitly understood. - leave this one to Derek. Then again, it was Derek's mate and cub who were threatened so he was the one who had the most right.

Dom could admit that Hale's Alpha form was downright fucking majestic and the fanged one didn't have a chance. The Vampire was quick but didn't have the speed, voracity or the manoeuvrability of a wolf. Hale leapt for the throat twisted to avoid the vampire's claws. He was true to his promise, and the vampire met a true death at Hale's elongated fangs.

Peter stood over the mangled corpse, "You should have known that werewolves aren't considered mortals."

Stiles lost it right there, he was giggling. "You've been dying to say that haven't you creeper. And Mate O'Mine … A plus on the takedown."

Stiles listened in disbelief and then he was outright laughing - he could not believe that Derek had gone there.

Derek was glad that his mate was laughing and appeared to be unharmed. Still that would not be enough to appease his wolf. He grabbed a hold of Stiles extending all his senses to see whether he was okay. He grabbed a hold of all that he could whilst keeping his mate covered. He'd discovered early on that he was a possessive bastard and that he couldn't handle the idea of Stiles showing skin around others. It made going to the beach hell.

Stiles was still shaking with laughter but he was doing something very similar to derek only he was using his magic to check on Derek. He loved his mate, but he had a tendency to ignore his own injuries in favour of seeing to the pack. It was just one of the many ways that they were suited as a couple and Alpha pair.

The Toretto's who had fought alongside the pack, were looking at each other wondering what was so funny. They had been more than happy to come along with the pack to destroy the fang suckers. They really hated the undead smell and what they did to places where they were trying to live. It was bad enough when a coven settled in the area as it always brought unwelcome attention - as invariably they could control their hunger.

Stiles couldn't be blamed for finding humour in the situation. He was all focussed on frying the bad guys and he was probably the most suited to wielding fire- thanks to his magic and lack of issues regarding fire. Yet when he'd heard Derek growl that he was going to rip the leader's throat out with his teeth; well, he'd had a flashback to their beginnings.

He let Derek paw him knowing his mate would be unbearable if he didn't. Still he tried to placate him before the pack got a free show. "Hey Papa Wolf cool it. The Cub and I are cool. Let's not give people a show, yeah?"

Derek growled, "Stiles?"

His mate rolled his eyes, "I'm feeling less special. You used our special threat."

Scott snorted at that even as he started to plead, "Oh for the love of all that is holy get a room!"

Dom was looking at the pack as if they were nuts. "Special threat?"

Peter was the one to answer, "Derek and Stiles' courtship was a complicated one."

Stiles would love to refute that comment but he couldn't. He was just glad that he and Derek had worked it out as he wouldn't change anything for the world. "Yes but we got it together. Now I don't know about you but I'm starving head back home if you want me to feed you.