The Downpour.
Like Kate. [Chapter Twenty-Six]
he Downpour.
Takes place in Season Two, Episode One (Omega) of MTV's Teen Wolf.
Cnt accept til l8r, dad wnts me home ASAP. I'll txt u whn Im wrking –Isaac:)
Emily cringed at Isaac's poor spelling. She'd definitely have to fix that later as they'd be spending a lot more time together. Obviously he didn't have to be home too quickly as he had enough time to sign off his name with a smiley face. While the entire 'Isaac accepting' ordeal could be put on hold for a few hours, confronting Derek was something that had to be done pronto.
But of course, she had to wait until he called her. The last time she made the first move they ended up having sex in the back of his car. Friends don't have sex. Friends don't kiss. They don't grope. They don't strip each other.
God, friends are so boring.
As if by magic and a little bit of Edward Cullen mind reading that may possibly have been involved, Emily's phone vibrated on her dresser. She shot up from her love seat and ran (and the possibility of her tripping over her own feet more than twice, what could she say? She was a little more than eager) over to her phone. She stared at the caller ID feeling incredibly giddy with a massive grin on her face. She picked up her phone, pressed answer and held it to her ear. "It's rather enlightening to know that you have actually moved passed our little tiff. I'm sensing some serious therapy was involved somehow."
"Hello to you too, Emily. I'm fine, thanks for asking." Derek replied dryly.
"That's good, because I'm not. I need you to get your little werewolf ass through my window within a few minutes, we need to have a serious chat, Hale." Without letting Derek fit in a word, Emily hung up. Always keep them on their toes.
Two minutes and forty-six seconds later, Derek literally jumped through her window. Emily whistled lowly, nodding in approval. "New record, I'm impressed." Derek smiled mockingly, bowing his head.
"What did you need me fo – What the fuck, Emily!" Derek yelped as Emily swung her fist as his jaw.
"Isaac Lahey, Derek? Really? The boy is basically the human embodiment of a Chihuahua!" Derek scrunched his face up, shaking his head.
"How did you know? Did he tell you? God, I told him not to approach you." Derek groaned, swiping a hand down his face.
"Why? Because you told him that we're apparently dating?"
"I –I told his that because telling him that there is such things as mates might scare him off!" Derek exclaimed defensively. Emily rolled her eyes, flicking his ear.
"Really? You waltzed up to him, asked him if he wanted to become a werewolf but didn't mention the fact that you have a mate, who isn't dating you, because that would 'scare him off'?"
"Maybe I was lying." Derek murmured bashfully.
"Maybe."
"Okay, I was lying. I –I just thought I'd seem like a complete idiot if I said that I have a mate but she isn't interested –"
"Who said I wasn't interested?" Emily snapped, as soon as the words left her mouth her face was burning bright red. Derek's gaze snapped to hers in shock. "I mean, I didn't say I wasn't. It's pretty hard not to be. I mean, have you seen your body? Especially since you've became Alpha… you're a lot more physically endearing. Not that that you weren't before though! You're incredibly good looking too, even Kayla agrees with me. And I am now going to stop rambling because this is incredibly embarrassing." Derek smirked, nodding slowly.
"No, no. Please, keep going. I don't mind at all. I kind of love hearing you point out everything you like about me." Derek smirked.
"Asshole." Emily glowered. Derek moaned loudly, pressing his hand to his chest.
"God, I love it when you talk dirty to me." He purred, a large shit-eating grin on his face. He walked past her, lounging himself across her bed as if he owned the god dammed place.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I really want to thrust my hand down your throat and pull your still beating heart out your mouth, cook it and then eat it for dinner." Derek looked up at her with a grin.
"You know if we were having sex at this very moment I'd be cumming right now. You have a way with words, Emily Evans, I'll give you that." The stupid, freaking piece of shit was mocking her.
"I swear to fucking God, Derek Hale." Emily hissed, her eyes narrowing. Derek chuckled, shaking his head.
"I'm teasing you, calm down."
"I wasn't aware that you knew how to tease." Emily grumbled, turning around to try and slyly shove the shards of broken mirror under her dresser. God, she could not let Derek see it.
"Isn't that what friends do? Don't they joke around?" Derek asked allowing his claws to appear so he could study them.
"They do, but we're not regular friends, are we? I mean, about several hours ago we were having sex in the back of your car. Technically, it was before you declared us as friends but still." Derek smirked to himself behind Emily's back.
"True, but we don't need to worry about that anymore. The mate bond will soon break and I already have someone in my sight." Emily stiffened. Was he implying that he likes another girl? Was she seriously that replicable?
"That's nice." She muttered, trying not to let her bitterness show in her voice.
"Yeah, she's gorgeous. Blonde, brown eyes, fabulous kisser. I'd be dating her already if it wasn't for the fact that I'm kind of tied to you in a platonic way. My wolf, who is now an Alpha, is still ridiculously attracted to you and I think that it would be shameful if I dated her while a big part of me likes you. Only have to wait three full moons 'til I can date her though, it's not even that long really."
"Just date her." Emily muttered, feeling both embarrassed and very much jealous. No wonder he was mocking her, a stupid, pathetic girl was basically ranting about how hot she thought he was –too his face –while he was most likely thinking of a gorgeous blonde who had millions of attractive quirks while Emily had thousands of really fucking irritating ones. And there was also the fact that she was one hundred and ten. That had to be a major turn off for sure. "Nothing is going to happen between us. Isn't it just as shameful to trail her along, allowing her to think that you're waiting for the right time to quit whatever we have when we really have nothing? If she's as special as you're making her out to be then I think you should dive in head first." And get a life-threatening concussion when you hit the bottom so neither of us can have you, Emily thought bitterly. Derek laughed from Emily's bed and she clenched her jaw. What did he find so freaking hilarious? "What?" She growled.
"God, Emily, you're so gullible." Derek chuckled. "I was teasing you –Again. You're really easy to wind up, and you're just adorable when you're jealous." It was fair to say Emily was seething.
"I was not jealous!"
"You so were."
"Your senses are deceiving you."
"Uh, not they're not." Emily remained silent, deciding it was utterly pointless to argue with him. She was so jealous that it was completely out of character. That wasn't her, she watched her ex flirt with loads of girls and she didn't even bat an eye. What had gotten into her?
"What's the time?" She asked, completely ignoring the clock hanging above the frame of her broken mirror.
"Uh, half four. Why?"
"Because it's Kate's funeral. I'm gonna crash it." Emily grinned, eyeing up the black summer dress on hanging over her wardrobe.
"It's not a party, Emily." Derek muttered.
"Really, Derek? She chained you to a cage thing and me into a dog basket, are you seriously not going to treat this like a party?" Emily picked up the dress, holding it against her body.
"No, people will be there –"
"Woah, really? I had no idea!" Emily gasped in mock horror. "A funeral, with people? Wow, the world is so full of surprises."
"Ha ha." Derek said dryly.
"I'll stop by later, I need to change."
"Emily, I really don't think you should –"
"Calm down, okay?" Emily sighed. "I'm not going to prance in there singing 'The Wicked Witch is Dead' from The Wizard of OZ. Although, I should be, I just want witness her already rotting body get lowered into the ground, where she will meet Satan himself and they will disco dance in Hell." Derek still looked unsure. "I'll be standing there with all of the paparazzi, at the back. I'll be able to hear from there, obviously, but I really just want to know that she is dead so I can have a tiny little bit of closure."
"Closure from what?"
"When Scott unchained me completely I realized that I didn't any wires attached to me like you did for the electricity to get to me. I don't know how she did it, I don't even know if she did. I also want to be there with Scott and Stiles…"
"They're going?" Emily rolled her eyes.
"Of course they are. Allison is going, Scott I going to be her moral support and Scott and Stiles are rarely ever apart. Plus, do you think that they'd miss out on something big like this?" Derek shrugged with one shoulder.
"Guess not. Be careful, okay?" He stood up, sending her a somewhat awkward smile. Emily nodded slowly.
"Always am."
/ / /
Emily peered over the crowd, watching as a young boy ducked under the barrier and began to snap pictures of Allison, her mother and father walking towards the casket. A man dressed in a suit clasped a hand over the lens, taking the camera from the boys grip. "This looks expensive." He noted.
"Yeah, nine-hundred bucks."
"And how expensive was this?" The man asked, taking the memory car out of the camera and breaking it into two pieces. Emily winced, if someone ever did that to her camera she'd kill them slowly and painfully. The man dropped the two pieces to the ground before handing the boy back his camera. Well, that was what he deserved for going beyond the barrier. The man looked about, catching her eye. Emily felt her heart jump, god, did he know about her too? Did all the Argents know? The man looked away after a split second of them holding each other's gazes and walked over to Chris, two body guard like men following him closely. They looked dangerous, incredibly dangerous.
"Christopher."
"Gerard." Chris greeted, hugging the man (his own dad, possibly?) into, what looked like, a very awkward hug. Gerard, as the man was now called, slowly walked past Kate's casket to Victoria, kissing both of her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry." She muttered sorrowfully. Emily felt repulsed, how could anyone feel sorry for the death of Satan's girlfriend, the one and (hopefully) only Kate Argent? The man didn't reply but he looked down at Allison. As much as Emily didn't like her, she felt kind of sorry for Allison. She was intimidated from afar, how the hell would she feel if he was right in her face?
"You remember me?" He asked, in a somewhat friendly tone.
"Who the hell is that?" Emily overheard Stiles asked presumably Scott. She couldn't see them, so they must have hid themselves pretty well –she hoped. All the Argent clan looked towards a creepy Angel statue. Which was probably where the boys were hiding. Dammit.
"He's definitely an Argent." Scott replied.
"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't assume you'd call me grandpa. So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer grandpa." God, Emily felt so, so sorry for Allison.
"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean –what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argent's. It's possible, right?" And the award for the most wishful thinker goes to Stiles Stilinski! Well done, kiddo.
"I know what they are, they're reinforcements." And Scott McCall shoots down ever speck of hope that lay there.
"The two of you." A voice growled. Emily's eyes widened. Oh dear god, maybe they were well hidden from the funeral side but definitely not the Sheriff. Poor, poor Stiles. "Unbelievable. Pick up my tie."
"Got it, sorry."
/ / /
Half way through the ceremony, Emily got bored. Hearing all the respectful words for Kate was actually kind of sad, but most of all incredibly boring. She really hoped people would jazz up her funeral, if she ever had one that is. Just as she was turning onto her street, her phone buzzed.
Scotty McCall-y'xo Calling…
"Hey, Scott, what's up?"
"Lydia attacked someone in an ambulance!" He exclaimed. Emily winced.
"Lydia –"
"Attacked someone who was going to the hospital in an ambulance because they had a heart attack! I –Excuse me, we need your help!"
"Okay, okay. Where are you?" Scott yelled out where he was before hanging up. Emily sighed deeply, shoving her phone into her bra before running off to the location Scott told –yelled at her.
She arrived just after Scott and Stiles, spotting them lying in the mud, looking over at the ambulance. "Hey, what the hell is going on?" Emily asked quietly, lying down beside Stiles. He shrugged.
"Beats me. What the hell is Lydia doing?"
"I don't know." Emily looked towards what Scott seemed so mesmerized by and her jaw dropped. Lydia Martin had actually attacked someone who was on their way to an ambulance. Jesus Christ, and just when she thought things wouldn't get any weirder that Peter, BOOM. Lydia goes mental.
"What kept you from doing that, was it Allison?" Stiles asked.
"I hope so."
"Scott, if we want to do something, we may have to get closer." Emily muttered, still slightly shocked at the crime scene before her.
"No, I got it. I can smell something." Emily took a deep whiff of the air. Blood, more blood, very distressed police officers, a dead man and a new werewolf. "Can you smell it too?" Emily nodded, getting up into a crouching position. Stiles reached out, grabbing onto both of their arms.
"Just –I need you two to find her. All right? Please, just –just find her." Stiles pleaded, looking between her, the crime scene and Scott. Emily nodded sympathetically, bringing u her hand to touch his shoulder.
"I will –We both will." Scott promised. Stiles smiled at the both of them, releasing their arms. Scott nodded at Emily, creeping away. Emily followed after him. They both broke out into a sprint, following the scent. God, she was close. They stopped at a tree, sniffing the air again, trying to pin-point exactly where Lydia is. "Emz, look." Scott muttered, pointing over to some trees where a silhouette of a person was running off into the distance. Emily began to run first.
"Come on, Scotty!" She called over her shoulder. Scott caught up to her on all fours, and Emily grinned. He looked so dog like. "Aren't I lucky that I brought my running shoes." She grinned. Scott looked down at her three inch black laced wedges in slight disapproval. "Hey," She breathed "I had no idea that we'd be running after a naked girl." She beamed. Suddenly, Scott jumped through the air, tackling the figure to the ground. They both stood up, completely wolfed out.
"You're not Lydia." Scott exclaimed making Emily huff, she jumped down the slope as the mystery werewolf began to punch Scott. Scott threw them both onto the ground, and the anonymous werewolf continued to beat his fists into him. Emily glowered, swiping her hand through the air. The werewolf flew back into a tree and Scott looked up at Emily in complete shock.
"Questions later, McCall." Emily muttered, advancing the werewolf. The werewolf looked at her with slightly wide eyes before taking off.
"Wait!" Emily and Scott called after him in unison. Scott and Emily chased after him, along the river, Scott calling him helplessly. Suddenly, the werewolf was swept into the air by his wrists. Emily stopped dead in her tracks looking at him curiously. "Trip wire." Emily mumbled as something jumped down behind Emily and Scott, throwing Scott onto the ground. Emily looked at the thing, realising that it was Derek. Derek dragged Scott behind a tree by his jacket.
"Emily." Derek hissed, trying to get Scott to stay still. Emily shook her head, already hearing the sound of the Argents closing in on them.
"Breathe a word about what I am and the Argent's will be the least of your problems." Emily hissed to the werewolf. She cleared her throat before looking around helplessly. "I –I don't know how to get you down. I –"
"Hey!" Someone shouted, running over towards her with a large group of men behind him. Chris Argent, Emily recognised his as. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I –I was walking along the river bank over there and then I saw him get swept up into the air! What –What the hell is happening? Why are there trip wires everywhere? I thought this is private property!" Emily panted. Chris circled her and the werewolf, who was snarling viciously behind her.
"Hold her." Chris instructed one of the guys. Okay, plan gone wrong. Emily was grabbed by the waist by a man from behind. Emily yelped, flinching violently when Chris brought out an electric rod, zapping it once before pressing it into the werewolf's chest. His face contorted back to human and Emily saw that he was the guy that was picking up trash in the parking lot that morning.
"Hold up." Gerard said loudly. "Who are you?" Emily, walking up to her.
"Emily –I'm Emily Evans!" He looked her up and down.
"I saw you at my daughters funeral earlier." He noted with a slight glower. From behind Gerard, Emily saw Chris sigh. "Emily Evans." Gerard repeated slowly. "I remember reading about you. Kate mentioned you in her log a few times. She captured you –along with Derek Hale, am I correct?" Emily nodded.
"Y –Yes, sir." She stammered. He knew, Gerard Argent knew what she was and he knew that she'd never die. Dear God.
"Do you have any idea why she captured you?" Emily shook her head wildly. Just lie Evans, she thought to herself, you're pretty good at it. "Do you know what he is?" He asked, indicating to the werewolf, who was groaning slightly, behind him.
"A –A werewolf." She mumbled, forcing her lower lip to tremble.
"And how do you know that?"
"That –That's what Derek Hale is."
"And how do you know Derek Hale?"
"I –I don't –"
"Gerard," Chris cut in with a glare "she's lying. I once saw her in the passenger's seat of his car back when we first moved to town and he did too." Gerard shook his head disapprovingly.
"Someone's been telling lies now, haven't they?"
"I –I don't know him!" Emily insisted, shaking her head from side to side. "I –I was at a party one night and he offered to take me home because I was a little tipsy! I –I don't know him, Sir, you have to believe me!" Gerard looked at the man behind her.
"Let her go." He ordered. The man let her go, still staying unreasonably close behind her. Gerard put his arm around her shoulder, guiding her towards the werewolf. "It concerns me that you know about these types of people. How did you know that our friend, Mr Hale, is a werewolf? Did he show you?" Emily shook her head.
"No, sir. Wh –When Kate was in the cellar he kept lashing out at her, looking about ready to kill her." Gerard hummed, nodding his head.
"They are incredibly vicious." Emily forced herself to nod in agreement. "How old are you, Miss Evans?"
"I –I'm nineteen." Gerard chuckled.
"She's just a young girl, no threat." He unwound his arm from her shoulders. "Carry on, Christopher." Chris looked between Emily and Gerard oddly. He shook his head, looking at the werewolf.
"Who are you?" He demanded. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing. Nothing, I swear."
"You're not from around here, are you?" He asked. When the werewolf didn't reply Chris yelled "Are you?" Emily flinched at the loudness of his voice.
"No. No, I came –I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all. Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear."
"Gentlemen!" Gerard called, looking back at his men. "Emily." He added, looking down at her. "Take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell 'em what we've caught?"
"An Omega." Chris answered.
"The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice." Gerard smiled down at Emily, walking back. Emily looked over at the tree where Derek and Scott where hiding in confusion. What the Hell was Gerard doing? He returned with a sword –a freaking sword. "Because as I am about to demonstrate –" Chris reached forwards, tugging Emily back to stand beside him. "an Omega rarely survives – On his own." Gerard swung back the sword, swinging it forward, the blade slicing into his body. The Omega's waist and below fell to the ground.
"Holy –Fuck." Emily muttered, clapping both her hands over her mouth. He eyes were wide and her heart was beating frantically. If she were a terrible liar, that might have been her. Chris walked over to Gerard, his grip still on Emily's arm.
"We have a code." Gerard glanced at Emily.
"Not when they murder my daughter." Gerard stabbed his sword into the ground. "No code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half." Emily's eyes began to sting with tears as she imagined Derek and Scott, cut in half, hanging by a wire from a branch in the middle of the woods. Sheriff Stilinski finding them, having to tell Melissa that her son was dead. Telling Stiles that his best friend was murdered, by what they would excuse as a mountain lion. Allison being torn up for days. Miranda and Kayla hearing that Emily and her father were found dead. The scary thing was that this could easily become reality. "Are you listening? Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless –begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We find them. We kill them. We kill them all." Chris stared at Gerard for a few seconds before sighing.
"If that's what you want." He muttered. "Jacob!" Chris called, a buff, mean looking man walked over to them. "Take Emily to my car, I'll drive her home." 'Jacob' nodded, placing his hand on Emily's back, guiding her towards Chris' car. "Did you have to do that in front of Emily? She's just a teenage girl, now scared out of her wits and probably in need of some serious therapy!" Emily heard Chris hiss.
"She reminds me of a young Kate. She can be like her too, if I put in the effort. She can be better, won't get herself killed by a werewolf." Gerard replied. "I got through to Kate in a similar way, I can get through to Emily too." Jacob roughly shoved Emily into the passenger's side of Chris' car, slamming the door shut. Emily felt her throat dry up. Gerard wanted Emily to be like Kate. Holy fuck.
Minutes of sheer fear went by until Chris climbed into the car with a grouchy attitude. He started the car and sped off. The entire car ride wa silent, Emily hadn't even noticed when he pulled up in front of her house.
"Here you go." Chris mumbled.
"How –How did you know where I live?" Emily asked fearfully.
"I know a lot of things about you, Emily. Your mother died of alcohol poisoning. Your father's a private dentist. You had to repeat your Freshman year. I know that you lead a very normal life. I don't want you being sucked into this. Stay clear of Scott McCall, alright?" Emily shook her head.
"No, he's –he's my friend."
"Emily, your friend is a werewolf. You need to stay clear of him, okay? Stick with Kayla and Miranda." Emily sighed, knowing she wasn't getting anywhere.
"Thank you for the ride home, Mr Argent. I –I'll stay away from them. I'll try my hardest." Emily jumped out the car and walked briskly to her front porch. She waited until Chris' car was out of sight before pulling out her phone. She had a text from Isaac.
On my shift now. Meet U outside Derek's address? –Isaac:D
She ran to Derek's abode, waiting outside patiently. The air smelt vaguely of smoke, making her smile. For once, the smell of smoke made her feel safe, something she never thought he would feel as she smelt something that gives people cancer. Expect the unexpected, eh?
"Emily!" Isaac greeted, jumping off his bike, it clashing onto the ground roughly. Emily smiled.
"Hey, Isaac. You ready?" Isaac took a deep breath, nodded.
"As I'll ever be." Emily hauled the door open, chuckling to herself when Isaac pulled out a flashlight. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Isaac waved it about slowly, taking in all the abandoned-ness and diseases. His flashlight landed on Derek, who hadn't been standing there before. Isaac jumped backward slightly in shock.
"Do the light not work? They were too bright this morning." Emily muttered.
"They work, were just pissing me off. How –How are you? You looked pretty shaken up." She reminds me of a young Kate. She can be like her too, if I put in the effort. She can be better, won't get herself killed by a werewolf. Emily decided not to tell Derek that Gerard thought she'd make a good hunter or whatever he wanted her to be. Instead, she grinned.
"It's called acting, darling. Anyway, Mr Lahey, please, the stage is all yours." Emily bowed, moving to the side to let Isaac be the centre of Derek's attention.
"I –I agree." He said simply.
"Oscar worthy." Emily snorted. Derek glanced at Emily oddly before smiling.
"Follow me, Isaac. Em, the switch is beside the last car." Emily nodded in the darkness, really wishing she had cool eyes like werewolves have that let them see in the light. So, so unfair. After aimless groping arounf the last cart, Emily turned on the lights. It looked a lot less like death with the lights on. Emily walked into the carts, stumbling in on Isaac laying cross a bench –shirtless. Emily looked over at Derek with a teasing smile.
"You like to get straight to the point, don't you?"
"No more than you do." Derek muttered. "You sure you want this Isaac?"
"Positive. I –I need to stand up to my dad. And I'd like not to get thrown around by girls." Isaac looked over at Emily with a sly smile.
"Great." Derek grinned, his canines extending.
"Want me to hold your hand, Isaac?" Emily teased lightly, growing nervous as Derek bent down. Isaac shook his head determinedly.
"I- I'm fine." Isaac winced as Derek sunk his teeth into Isaac's side. He stayed there for half a second before standing back up, wiping his mouth.
"I'll need you to call me if anything goes wrong, alright?" Isaac nodded, sitting up.
"I –Thank you." Derek bowed his head.
"It's not a problem, really. Do you need a ride home?" Isaac declined politely.
"I –My dad's picking me up in, uh, fifteen minutes." Derek looked at Isaac with a concerned expression.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Yeah, yeah. I –I better go. I'll see you tomorrow, Emily?" Emily nodded, a big smile on her face of she could feel ripples of jealously rolling towards her from Derek's direction.
"Of course. See you later, Isaac." She listened as Isaac went up the metal stairs, her right hand fingering the bag she had in her hands. "You know how a while ago we planned to stay around each others places so the other person wasn't alone?" Emily asked timidly. Derek nodded. "Well, uh, can we start tonight? Platonically, of course! I brought a sleeping bag with me."
"Why the sudden need to stay here? I thought you don't like this place?"
"Chris Argent knows where I live." Emily blurted.
"What?" Derek snapped, his eyes widening slightly.
"He dropped me off and I when I asked how he knew where I lived because I never gave him any directions, he said he knew a lot of things about me and then told me about how my mom 'died' and that my dad is a dentist and how I repeated my Freshman year. I –I don't know how he knew that stuff about me. I only saw him the one time at the gas station and then when Peter killed Kate. That's about it."
"Do you think he knew?" Emily shook her head. "What about Gerard? Do you think he knew?"
"No. Derek, he –He thinks I can be like Kate."
And the jealousy war begins!