So, I guess I should explain a little. In my story I screwed up b/c well, I didn't pay much attention. Sue me! Derek is still a wanted suspect in his sisters murder. This takes place before the episode 'Night School' I believe that's what it's called. To tired to look it up. Either way, this chapter is kind of leading up to that. Also, I wrote this chapter a little bit differently than the rest. It switches POV's but bare with me. I just kind of had to write this way. Promise it will go back to Autumns view completely. There was just so much to this chapter that I didn't feel you could understand only from her POV. So without further ado...
Song: Sun Of a Gun-Oh Land
Scott and Derek where sitting in Stiles room. Stiles and Autumn had been gone for a good twenty minutes now, and they were just biding their time. Derek was sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall and reading one of Stiles many werewolf books. Flipping through the pages he made notes like 'Bullshit!' or 'Fucking idiots.' Scott was lying on Stiles bed, somewhere between half asleep and awake. Silence filled the space between the two young wolves when Derek heard someone at the front door. He hadn't heard the cruiser pull into the drive and knew it wasn't his mate. He listened to the rustling of something against the front door before hearing no more. Looking over to Scott he rolled his eyes at the clueless nitwit werewolf. 'Waste of a gift' he thought before slamming the book closed, taking pride in watching Scott jump to the ceiling and yelping.
"Dude! Really?" Scott questioned. Derek ignored him, getting up and heading downstairs. "Derek, where are you going now? She told you to stay here." Scott informed before following him. "Derek? Are you…" He was cut off by a hand being slapped over his mouth. He looked up to Derek and noted the serious look on his face. Ok, so the even more serious look on his face. (If that where possible.) Scott strained to listen to whatever Derek was clearly tuning into. Hearing nothing, he opened his mouth and whispered, "What is it?" Derek moved to the door, peeking out the peep hole, before opening it and grabbing something off the door and shutting it quickly. Derek stared at the piece of paper in his hands for a long moment before settling on anger as his choice of emotion. Storming up the stairs and kicking at Stiles shut bedroom door, putting a pretty good size hole in the bottom of it, and busting a hole in the wall behind it. "Dude! What's wrong? What is it?" Scott asked in confusion.
"Come on!" Derek ordered before jumping out of the window with Scott quick in pursuit of keeping up.
The ride to my Grandmother's hotel was pretty easy going. Stiles sung along with every song that came on the radio, and some how managed not to bounce out the window. I had found out about his adderall addiction and decided it best to just let him continue his loud obnoxious singing. I wasn't in the mood to talk anyway. Pulling into the front Stiles dropped me off with strict orders to remain in the jeep and to wait on me to come out. Promising not to take too long I hurried into 'The Plaza', by passing the smell of scrumptious food and the desk manager.
"Miss? Excuse me Miss! You need a reservation to go up there!" He yelled as I entered the elevator. I didn't need to ask what room she was in, instead I followed the smell of her potent stench that reminded me of strong lavender and shit. Reaching her floor I stomped down the hallway before kicking in her door, enjoying how it now hung from one hinge.
"Autumn! What in the world?" She asked a little surprised. Though I doubt it wasn't from lack of knowing I was coming, more of the way I made my entrance.
"You know what I'm doing here Grandma Viola!" I snarled back. My eyes where burning with anger and my claws had protruded.
"I've told you not to call me that and I can assure you I don't know what you're talking about." She replied without raising her tone. Bitch! I wanted her to scream, to loose her control! I wanted to push the old bag to her breaking point, just to show how un-perfect she really was. Oh, I know what I was dealing with. Sure, she'd probably kick my ass, but I could put up a damn good fight.
"I can't believe…no wait…scratch that. I do believe how low you would stoop to stop me from mating Derek! He's not up to your standards and he's the one thing you can't control!"
"Derek?. Is that his name?" She asked coyly.
I moved closer to her, invading her territory, and getting in her face. "Don't play coy with me. I know what you're up to. I know it was you that called the cops on me. You can't stand the fact that if I mate outside of pack, you can no longer control me. You're cold, selfish, and hateful. But you're not going to stop me. He's mated me, accepted me, and completed the 'mating bite'. Face it! You're done. The deal is done. Now go back to your cult in New York." I threatened. She was fighting her control when a smile ceased her face. Her lips turned up into a devilish grin, her black eyes gleamed, as she recomposed herself.
"You're right. I was the one who called the cops. But it was for your own protection." I was about to retort when she put a hand up silencing me. "He may have mated you; sure that part of the deal is complete. But does he love you? The real you?" She hinted, her eyes shone more.
"Yes. Yes he loves me." I said, not to completely sure. She must have sensed my hesitation. Moving around me she moved my hair to the side, revealing his claim on me, and sniffing.
"Are you sure about that granddaughter? How can he love you, if he doesn't know all your secrets? Say…that you're an alpha for example or that this all happened because of deal with the devil as you've so bluntly put it before." She inhaled again before rapping her grimy hands around my shoulders and spinning me around. "From what I've gathered, he's in love with half of you. The bite reveals all sweetie. Everything that you're mate feels is in that little neck wound of yours." Her voice was like velvet on razor blades.
"He loves me. And I him. I can't help that you're a shell of woman that don't understand feelings or know what love is." I retorted. To my amazement, that's what pushed her over the edge. Her eyes went solid black, like that of a demon off of Supernatural. (You know the show right?) Her claws protruded before grabbing me by the arm and throwing me against the wall. My wolf kicked in and instantly matched her shifting form. Peeling my lips back over my growing canines I gave her a warning growl. She didn't back off and started towards me. Jumping out the way I grabbed her by the back of the neck and tossed her towards the bed, hitting the wall above it, before rolling off the side and onto the floor. Recuperating quickly she moved fast, grabbing me by the throat. My arm shot out and also locked around her throat.
"Oh Shit!" I heard the startled yelp of Stiles in the doorway before turning to see him wide eyed and staring at the wolf fight I was currently involved in.
"Who's this little shit?" Viola asked before releasing me and heading towards Stiles. I grabbed her by the shoulder and tugged her back, stepping in between her and her prey.
"This is my friend. He knows about us. If you touch him, I'll kill you." I threatened with a growl.
"I'd like to see you try you ungrateful bitch." She struck back.
"Fuck you. Where's your precious control at 'Viola'? I thought you didn't loose it. Wait till the pack hears." She instantly shifted back, regaining her control and striating out her suit of choice for the day.
"Get out." She ground out.
"Happily." I replied, turning back and grabbing Stiles by the arm. Peeking my head back in I quickly added, "Oh, I'm sure you don't mind paying for all the damage. They'll probably kick you out or at the very least, down grade you to a 'poor room'." The look on her face when I said poor room was worth a thousand words. Dragging Stiles down the stairs I begun to scold him. "What the hell where you thinking? You could have been killed! I told you to stay in the car."
"Scott and Derek are in trouble." He replied simply.
"What? I thought I told them to stay put!" I rolled my eyes and sighed. Mother fucker bat shit bastards! Why did no one do as they where told?
"I'll explain in the jeep." He took the lead and hurried out the lobby and to his car. No one could of prepared me for what I was about to hear.
Derek and Scott had finally managed to reach Derek's car. Scott hadn't shut the hell up the whole time walking and eventually gave up on answers when they were finally in the car. Derek rushed down his drive at 70 before peeling out onto pavement. Taking no mercy on cars that annoyed him by blowing by. Scott had buckled himself in for security, nails biting into the side of Derek's seat, while the other clung to the dashboard. "Alright. You mind telling me what the hell this is about!" Scott yelled.
Ignoring Scott once again Derek whipped into the parking lot of Scott's work. "Get out." Derek ordered before power walking into the veterinary clinic.
"I'm sorry, where closed." The soft voice floated through the back room. Derek snuck up behind the man when he turned around.
"That's too bad." Derek replied in a low scowling tone. Looking down at the man he added, "I thought you might be able to help me with something." Holding up the paper he revealed a picture of a dead deer with a spiral drawn into its side.
"Derek! Stop." Scott ordered. Derek had grabbed a hold of Scott's boss and drug him over the examining table.
"I-I swear I don't know anything." The man coward.
"Bull! You're the one to examine it. You know something."
"No. I swear I don't." He pleaded.
"Dude! Wait…" Scott was cut off when Derek knocked the man unconscious. Scott went over to his injured boss only to be drug off by Derek's hand on the back of his neck before throwing him out into the waiting room and locking the door behind him. "Derek! Let me in!" Scott banged on the door. Derek ignored him once more and tied the man up to a chair. He sliced the unconscious guy across his cheek with his claw.
Scott texted Stiles 'At my work. Derek gne off his rocker! Cme now!' He waited for a reply before getting 'B thre n min. Shit hit fan.' Scott was too occupied to txt back asking what shit hit the fan and instead went back to beating on the door. He heard the grunt from his boss followed by Derek's angry voice.
"Tell me what you know. Alpha." He threatened.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Look if your looking for drugs their in that cabinet." He motioned in a desperate attempt to comprehend what his capture wanted.
"I don't want your damn drugs! I want to know about this!" Derek demanded pointing to the picture once more.
"I can't tell you because I don't know." Derek lifted him, chair and all, in the air. Before slamming him back down and knocking him out once more. He was about to repeat when a hand caught him in mid air.
"Don't touch him again. You wanted to see me get angry. Now I'm angry." Scott threatened fully wolfed out.
"He can't control the healing when he unconscious. Do you want to catch the alpha? This is it."
"It's not him." Scott growled. Derek stepped away from the accused and met Scott. Emitting his own growl he grabbed Scott by the shirt and shoved him onto the table.
I heard the fight going on inside the small building before Stiles ever stopped the jeep. I was super pissed at my new found information and hoped out before Stiles stopped moving. I briefly heard his ranting and ran towards the sound of the wolf fight. Slamming into the back door I knocked it open and stopped in my tracks at the sight I was greeted with. Derek was on top of Scott, who was pinned to a table, and knocking the hell out of squirming pup. Scott threw a blow to Derek's rib cage and he was only briefly winded before pinning Scott's shoulders and roaring his rage. Looking behind the squabbling idiots I found a slightly pudgy black guy knocked out and tied up to a roll chair. He was dressed in a lab coat and I assumed he was the vet. My observations where interrupted by the hard hit to my back that sent me staggering to the floor, Stiles landing on my back. Might I also say that the kid seemed to be enjoying himself in our new found position.
Derek noticed the sudden change in the room as Stiles growing arousal filled the small space. Jumping off of Scott and dragging Stiles up by the back of his shirt.
"Hey hey hey! Dude, Derek wait. I can explain…" Stiles was cut off as Derek shoved him up against the wall and baring his canines. Oh yea! This was defiantly an ass kicking kind of night. Well, guess I should say morning. Glancing at the clock on the wall that read 2:00 am. Ok, guess I should really be saving Stiles from the death sentence that was Derek.
"Will all the males in this room get a hold of themselves for five fucking minutes!" I shouted over all the ruckus. Scott had joined in on the man pile and was tugging at Derek's arms. None of them listened and continued to fight. Rolling my eyes I went to plan B. Gathering my pheromones I sent them out to the two idiot pups. Both stopped immediately and turned to face me. Stiles the only clueless one slumped to the ground before gathering himself and inserting himself right back in front of the men who had been fighting over killing him.
Scott tilted his head to one side before doubling over in pain. Huh, so it does work on other wolves. Derek on the other hand seemed a bit more immune to my charm this time. Well hell, he took the fun right out of it. Getting what I wanted I stopped the 'air rape' as I call it. (Just came up with that too. Clever huh?) Scott let out a visible relief as he slumped to the floor and slide under the table. Stiles kneeled next to him as Scott drew his knees up to his chest shaking his head. "Anyone want to explain to me what the hell this all about?" I motioned towards the lifeless body in the chair. Derek nodded before coming over to my side.
"He's the alpha." He stated simply enough.
"You think." I added. He looked at me confused obviously expecting a million questions on my part, plus whatever other hard time I would have decided to give him. Instead I pulled myself together and went into my own alpha mode. "Oh yea, I know. Thanks for the heads up." I scorned. Sure I shouldn't be judging. I mean, who was I to judge? But really, it was the only way to keep Derek from suspecting more. Stiles was the only one to know about my true purpose here. He apparently had been eavesdropping on my conversation with my evil grandmother. I had threatened him non stop in the car ride over, that if he told anyone, I was going to torture him. He had promised to keep his mouth shut, though I doubted that would last long.
"I told you not to get involved in my shit." He said before looking towards Stiles and giving him another one of those, 'I'm going to fucking kill you' looks.
Changing it back to the subject at hand I asked, "So, what are we going to do with the accused in all this? Don't you guys think we have enough issues with the cops already?"
Scott piped up, "I can prove that he's not the alpha." He said from his place under the table. I seen the wheels turning and had a sense of dread. Oh great! Now we were going on a mission to prove whose alpha and who's not. Lovely. Not only was this town overrun with alphas, umm hmm, satin who also happens to be my grandmother, myself, and mystery alpha man. It was a recipe for disaster. Territory clash, rogue alpha on prowl for alpha mate, (Not talking about myself) and over all ending in a bloody mess. "Stiles, you still have them bolt cutters in your jeep?" Stiles nodded and I seen the same recognition his eyes that Scott was getting. "Good. Derek. Autumn. Grab my boss and throw him in the car with you. Follow Stiles and I to the school. I have a plan."
"Oh gee! Can we?" I asked sarcastically before heading over and helping Derek untie the vet. If I backed out of this so called plan, whatever it was, no doubt they'd suspect something. Yep, looks like I was going on an adventure, bound to fail, and on an empty stomach. This was soo going to suck balls.
So? What ya think? Did it work? I was actually really happy with how this turned out. But that's just me. Please Review!
