Approaching the agreed upon meeting place Derek couldn't help but feel uneasy. That was not to say he'd leave the pups to be tortured to save his own skin but rather he was anxious and suspicious to whether or not they'd actually abide by the terms arranged. Would they give over the pups once they had him or would they see that they know had the upper hand? That the others would be at their mercy as they held their children and the children they'd grown to love against them.
No, Derek would have to go through with it but he wanted confirmation first, he'd demand to see them. Hopefully they wouldn't use one of them as a demonstration, hurt one of them to stop him doing anything stupid or brave.
No, for once he'd do as needed. He'd give himself over. He'd stop fighting.
Anything for them.
He meeting place had been simply planned, an old apartment complex; abandoned due to structural damage. Pushing open the door he senses stood on edge. He could smell both the pups' scents and the kidnappers. He recognized both now, he could see the faces of the ones who'd held this grudge against him. Never had he believed they'd hold onto it for so long.
Never had he known that something from his youth would cause this much damage in his life.
As he saw two shadows step out, he held his breath. It was time to face up for his wrong doings and get the pups to safety. Whatever the cause
Unbeknownst to him Derek was about to give himself over for no reason; the pups being safe with Peter for the time being. This meant that by agreeing to meeting up with the kidnappers he may as well have just signed his own death warrant. They'd have him just as they wished even though they'd been the ones to screw up the plan.
Another downfall was that Peter too would get what he wanted. He got Derek out of the way and he got the others at his mercy. He had Allison therefore meaning that the Argent family wouldn't have a choice against him.
They'd have to abide by his rules and his demands or the pretty little girl would lose her life.
The of course, the Sheriff, a man who practically had a rule of sorts across the entirety of Beacon Hills. He'd come in useful. He was a sucker when it came to kids and if their lives were in danger then...well you can see how easily he'd give in.
He wouldn't underestimate that human, Melissa, either. She seemed like she would hold up in a fight, perhaps not against a werewolf but if she got her hands on Argent's weapons then maybe. Luckily he had Scott too.
Scott who'd fought against him through thick and thin, never giving in. Now he'd confirm too, he wouldn't want his mummy to get hurt.
Everything was falling into place just right.
"Where are they?!" Derek all but gritted out. Everything within him wanted to fight, to beat and tear them apart until he got answers. Until they told him where his pups were. But he knew that these actions would have consequences; they always did.
With a click of his tongue the leader took a deliberately slow step forward, "Patients, Derek." He spoke as though scolding a small child as he once again stepped forward. A small cackling from his friend behind him egging him on. "We'll get to that soon enough. But first how about some reminiscence of the good times we had together, aye. Wouldn't that be nice! A talk of how you ruined me, how you exploited my excellent hospitality. We were like a pawn on a chess piece to you. Something you could just eliminate so that you could win."
Throughout the leaders talking he became increasingly more venomous, his tone more biting and harsh as he took each step. A grudge like this one was strong and vengeful, a factor Derek knew wouldn't be beneficial.
Once he was stood right in front of Derek he spoke once more, "Ready to lose..."