A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*
Okay I think we're split down the middle so I've struck a compromise to appease both sides
The low thunderous growl rumbled in Derek's chest as his body relented for the final time. Brooklyn fisted the sheets and cried out as his body erupted claiming her again. His stamina was incredible as they collapsed on the bed in a tangled heap of legs and arms. Her heart was pounding as Brooklyn battled to control her breathing.
"Sorry," he shrugged and stole another kiss. It had been the most mind blowing sex either one had experienced.
"Right," she playfully rolled her eyes. As much as the hunter loved being intertwined with her lover, they had to get up at some point. "Come on," she tugged his hands as he got up out of the bed.
The day was calm but it was a bright deception as the town was still on edge over the recent attacks. Brooklyn was still certain she was missing something with the attacks, something that connected every single one of the victims.
They pulled up in front of Fenris' house, noticing his car was parked in the driveway.
"Looks like the good doctor is home," Brooklyn smiled as they slid out of the Camaro.
Derek pounded his fist on the door, hearing the doctor on the other side of the door. Fenris cautiously drew the heavy oak door open but upon sight of the hunter and werewolf he started to close it in a panicked manner.
"Going somewhere?" Derek slammed an open palm on the door and pushed it open with ease.
"Get out," Fenris went for the gun but Brooklyn had spotted it first.
"No," she slid it in her waistband. "We're here to talk so just take a Valium and relax okay?"
Fenris realized he was surrounded and flopped on the couch. Brooklyn took up the opposite side, noticing the photos and books were as they had been left a few days before.
"What do you want?" He carded his hands through his hair. It looked as if the man had not had a decent night's sleep in ages.
"Information," Derek coolly added. "We're not here to hurt you alright?"
"If we wanted to hurt you we would've done it already," Brooklyn said with a thin sly smile.
"Look I'm not sure what else you want to know," he flung his hands up in frustration. "I've spent 15 years researching this stuff and look where it landed me!"
"Yet you still have all this," Derek waved his hand over the files and books. "So you must still believe it."
"Sometimes," Fenris admitted.
"Well it's real," Brooklyn reminded him a bit too harshly. "And so are the hunters who want to kill them. Must we go over this again?"
"No," the good doctor waved a hand. "But I do have more to tell. Please have a seat."
Brooklyn and Derek perched on the couch as Fenris pulled something up on his computer. "When I made the connection between the woman…."
"Laura! Her name is Laura," Derek turned on an instant. Brooklyn grabbed his shoulder keeping seated beside her.
"Derek it's okay," she rubbed the back of his neck. "He didn't know remember?"
Fenris caught the hunter's eyes as he continued.
"Anyways I discovered differences between werewolves who were born and those who were bitten. Once a year they gather together during the Wolf Moon."
Brooklyn looked over at Derek who nodded in confirmation. "Native Americans gave each full moon a name. February was the Ice Moon. March was the Storm Moon and January was…"
"The Wolf Moon," Brooklyn finished. "Let me guess: Wolves would be their most vocal during that month since it was the heart of winter."
"Anyways," Fenris went on, "They would get together like a family reunion of sorts and draw power off of one another."
"We're stronger in family units or packs," Derek chimed in. "There are the Alphas, Betas and Omegas who are the lowest ranking members. My family would gather and contribute and draw off of each other. You and I draw power from one another. We did last night."
"Oh," Brooklyn felt her ears burning. The images of their wild animal sex replayed in her mind.
"Damn it!" Fenris suddenly slammed his hands on the desk.
"Are you okay?" Brooklyn started towards the man but stopped when he shot up a hand and glanced sideways at her.
"No," Fenris shook his head. "I've been on edge the last few nights that's all."
"What do you mean on edge?" Derek's eyes narrowed until two thin slits were in place.
"I've had the feeling I'm being followed from home after work and sometimes there's a truck or rather an SUV that I see driving around the neighborhood. It's funny because I've never seen it before."
"What did it look like?" Brooklyn feared his answer would confirm her correctly deep seated fears.
"It was white and I think it was like a Tahoe or Suburban. I once went out to confront the guy driving it but he sped off before I was halfway across my yard. And that was 4 days ago."
"Did you catch a glimpse of the driver?"
"Yeah," Fenris nodded. "Yeah I did. He was an older guy with silvery hair and black jacket."
"Leveque," Brooklyn closed her eyes and pressed lips tightly together. "He must know about you. The other Stooges have to be with him."
"What do you mean others?" Fenris was frantic. What the Hell was going on?
"Remember when Stiles told you about other hunters? Well they're here and they're trying to kill us."
Derek heard the approach of a large vehicle from down the block and darted for the window. He peered out the bay window and spotted the familiar SUV slowing down to a complete stop.
"We've got company," he snapped his head towards the outside. Brooklyn spotted the vehicle beneath the tree and checked her weapons she so carefully concealed.
"They're here," Brooklyn warned Fenris. "But it's us they want."
"Well what about me?" Fenris trembled as he raced his fingers through his hair.
"Here," she returned his gun to him. "Now go upstairs, lock the door and keep an eye out on that vehicle."
"What about you two?"
"Game on," Derek grinned.
Leveque and Brian watched the bungalow from a distance. The sleek black Camaro was parked right out front.
"You were right," Brian shrugged. "They did show up."
"Well Fenris' reputation preceded him," Leveque never let his piercing blue eyes leave the Camaro. "And knowing Brooklyn she would seek him out."
Brian snickered and turned his head around to see Derek and Brooklyn racing for the car. Brooklyn looked up and gave the hunters the double digit salute before hopping in. The Camaro roared to life as the wheels screeched and smoke filled the air as the car sped off.
"Aw they wanna race," Leveque threw the SUV in gear and gave chase.
"You think they got the message?" Brooklyn checked her gun once then twice before looking over at Derek.
"Yep," he caught sight of the SUV in the rearview mirror.
"Well if it isn't Moe and Curly," she reached over the back and fetched the duffel bag. "I think we should make life interesting for those two? Wouldn't you agree?"
"Always," Derek nodded then smiled. Brooklyn rolled the window down and leaned halfway out. The wind whipped around her flowing copper tresses despite the fact she had tied them back.
"What the Hell is she doing?" Brian growled. His nemesis looked like a fiery demon with her hair thrashing around her face. In her hands was something small.
"Shit," Leveque jerked the wheel hard left as Brooklyn hurled the homemade paint grenade. The weapon splattered on the concrete leaving a fine spray across the air.
"Damn it," she slid back in and reached for two more. "So that's how they wanna play eh?"
Brooklyn remerged and hurled one grenade in each direction. Leveque swerved but immediately jerked the wheel back to the right as an oncoming car passed by. The two paint grenades hit their mark. Black and silver exploded over the large windshield, blocking Leveque and Brian's views. He hit the wipers and sprayed the wiper fluid across the glass. That was a mistake.
The thick paints smeared across the rubber blades and glass, making the mess even worse than before. Brooklyn laughed as the eggs that she threw in only made their efforts that much more detrimental.
"Dumb bastards," she sat back down. Through the back window she watched as the SUV came to a screeching halt in the middle of the highway. Her plan to pay back the hunters for their brutal attack was just beginning.
Leveque pulled over on the shoulder as Brian hurriedly dialed Argent.
"What is it?"
"They got away."
"What do you mean they got away?"
The anger in his voice was low and ominous as Brian took a deep breath.
"She had paint bombs! Paint bombs that had eggs in them! The windshield is totally fucked!"
"Fine! I'll call Kate and Ulrich. I swear you two can't handle one damn hunter!"
"Oh you mean like how Markus knocked you down a few pegs Chris?"
The phone went dead as Brian flipped it shut and shoved it back in his pocket. He leaned against the passenger door as Leveque came around.
"Now what?" Brian glanced over his shoulder.
The Camaro pulled up to the ruins of the Hale house. Brooklyn got out and slung the bag across her shoulder. The half crooked smile brightened her features as Derek rounded the front and slipped his arms around her.
"Well that's two less for now," she grinned wider.
"For now," he nodded.
"Well let's head inside."
With hands linked together, the werewolf and hunter started up the hill. As they reached the front steps, Derek froze and instantly lifted his head up. Brooklyn was quiet as her weak hearing strained to pick up any sign of movement or life.
"We need to go," he turned to her. "They're here."
"Who?" She whispered.
"The others," Brooklyn watched his eye darting back and forth before tackling the hunter hard to the ground. The high pitched whine grew louder until it was silenced by a quiet thud. The arrow ripped into the soil, leaving only half exposed.
"Come on," he lifted Brooklyn to her feet and together they retreated for the safety of the woods.
"Look at them run," Kate laughed as stepped out from the house. Ulrich snickered at the pair as they vanished over a hill. "But then again I always did love a good hunt."
"Oh yeah," Ulrich rubbed his hands together. Finally payback for what that bitch did!
"Okay now what?" Brooklyn stopped in a clearing.
"They're following," Derek heard the two distinct treads trekking through dried brittle leaves and twigs as they snapped beneath the weight of their bodies.
"Well then I'm ready to fight," she had the gun in her hands and poised to take aim. "I need to dish out payback for what they did to me."
Derek knew she was gunning for the hunters after they tortured her as he too had not forgotten the pain his hunter had been put through at their hands.
"We fight," he let the wolf begin to emerge as the hunters reached the edge of the clearing.
"Well," Kate stood with a smug smirk. "Look at what we've got here all gift wrapped and ready to go."
Brooklyn held the gun up with it aimed between Kate's eyes. She wanted to pop the bitch in the brain but a swift death was much too good for her. Kate Argent had to suffer like she had.
"Are you gonna yap your lips or are you gonna fight?"
Kate watched as Derek had morphed into his wolf side.
"Oooooh aren't you just a feisty boy?"
Brooklyn felt her anger rising towards the hunter and before she realized what was happening her feet were storming through the woods towards the blonde headed hunter. Before Kate could react Brooklyn was on her and tackling Kate into the leaves. Ulrich went for the fighting women but Derek lunged for the smaller hunter.
Kate felt the quick fingers of the other hunter ripping and tearing at her long golden strands. Brooklyn smacked her hard across the face before curling her hand into a tight ball and decking her along the jaw.
"That was for what you did to me!"
Brooklyn continued her relentless barrage of assaults against Kate, letting her open palms smack any patch of skin they could seek. Kate flailed her legs and bucked her hips to free her body from the hunter.
"Oh no you don't!"
Kate felt her arms being pinned into the rocks. The sharp jagged edges bit through the jacket and shirt she wore causing tiny jolts of pain along her biceps and triceps. Brooklyn felt the adrenaline pumping furiously through her veins as felt her head thrusting forward and cracking skulls with Kate. Brooklyn hissed and released her foe as the dull ache blurred her vision and throbbed throughout her head. Kate seized her chance.
Brooklyn forced her eyes open to see Kate hovering over her. Blood trickled down her nose and lip courtesy of Brooklyn's hands. The boot smashed against her ribs forcing the air from the hunter's lungs. The deep whoosh flooded her throat and mouth as she struggled for every precious breath.
Derek hurled Ulrich against a tree, watching as his body crashed against the solid trunk before collapsing in a heap at the base. His heart was beating indicating the bastard was going to live. The pained labored breathing caught his hearing as Brooklyn was continually being kicked. She had curled her body into a ball, protecting her head and neck from Kate's boot. His body was consumed with the fires of rage as the thunderous growl echoed through the air. Kate froze mid kick and caught the dark form rushing towards her. The last thing she remembered were the icy flames that burned brightly with the undying hatred for her and her kind.
"One more time," she held up her arms as Derek wrapped another layer of bandage around her torso.
"Brook," he tore off the strip and carefully taped it in place. "You won't have to worry about your ribs."
"Why is that?"
"Remember when I said that a part of me resides in you?"
Brooklyn nodded.
"When a human is marked, male or female, he or she can develop increased healing capabilities as one of the traits that are passed along."
"Really?"
"Yes," he sat down beside her. "By tomorrow morning your body will be healed like nothing happened."
"Sweet," she smiled. "You know those hunters won't see what's coming until it's too late. This is just the beginning."
Derek had to admit her way was much more gratifying: slow and painful.
"You need to rest," he lowered her on the bed.
"Only if you join me," she patted the right side of the bed.
Derek stretched out beside her noticed the faint traces of purplish blue were already fading from her chin and eye.
"What?"
"It's already starting," he kissed her lightly before resting his head against her shoulder.
The Alpha stalked through the parking lot, careful not to be spotted. It thrived on the fear of this town; of how the people jumped at their own shadows and eyed their friends and neighbors with suspicion. But tonight it was out on recon.
It paused between the cars as a new scent greeted its senses. The Alpha took another deep breath, letting the invisible trails expand through its lungs and fuse through its blood. It was then it finally dawned on the Alpha: The hunter and werewolf had mated and from the sharp hints that greeted its senses it had not been that long ago either. This presented an interesting change in its plans. It knew Derek Hale would fight for her now that she was bonded with him; even if it meant fighting to the brink of death. It could easily crash through the flimsy pane of glass and rip her throat out right then and there but that would be no fun at all. No, stringing the hunter along was proving to be a much more entertaining enterprise as it stayed two steps ahead of her.
It turned and raced away on all fours as it had another victim to track down.
Wow this is one long chapter! But back to ass whooping and hunting!