Is This The World We Created

Chapter 27

"This is going to backfire," Derek grumbled, "Likely on me." He complained, he'd learned to do that too with Stiles' help. Instead of brooding and getting angry, Stiles had taught him to vocalise his displeasure. Mostly because Stiles couldn't actually tell by his chemosignals. In fact, it had been Stiles taking that ability from Derek that truly allowed him to experience what Stiles did with everyone on a daily basis. What Chris experienced on a daily basis, which was humbling. They were at such a disadvantage, and so it was Derek had learned.

"Hardly, unless you're doubting my mates' abilities?" Peter coyly told him. The bloodthirsty grin still adorning his face, imagining all kinds of reactions she'd have to their appearance. He almost thrumming with delightful energy.

"No, just the Hale luck," Derek said dryly, it seemed to him that regardless of how good he tried at things, he still ended up coming out on the wrong side. Although, if it had all led him to Stiles (and it had) then he would gladly ensure it all again just to have him at his side. Stiles was worth all the bad luck in all the worlds, in all the universe.

"I don't know about you, but to me…it's looking up," Peter replied drolly, but his eyes were serious, honest and grim. In a way that Peter rarely was. He liked playing games too much, to bare himself to anyone. Although, there had been no games to be had after the revelation of the supernatural word.

The Hales had their money, their lives, they'd survived the fire. McCall will never become a werewolf, would never be a thorn in his side. He couldn't care that he was a kid, he had broken the cardinal rule of the supernatural world by repeatedly going against what the elders told him. The magical world was correct, they couldn't risk history repeating itself. Plus, he would have been very angry if he'd had to kill Scott after he became a werewolf for upsetting Stiles so. There would have been no doubt that he would have – whether he blamed Stiles for the bite or not – Scott was at heart a selfish egoistical brat. It was his way or the high way, and it would be alright if he stuck to his beliefs. He didn't, he himself was irredeemable while a werewolf who had killed infinitely more than him (at that point in time) was allowed to go free? After killing Boyd and Reyes? Or worse, becoming enmeshed in the likes of Gerard Argent.

Yes, he would have killed the boy himself.

Derek knocked frantically at the door, or gave the appearance of doing so. Honestly, where the hell did his Uncle Peter get his constant need for theatricality from? He couldn't be bothered with this, but he did like the thought of karma. She'd pretended to love him to kill his entire family…and now he was going to dupe her admittedly not for as long a time. "Kate? Kate? Kate!"

Peter watched impressed; he would have thought Derek had zero acting capabilities. He certainly hadn't been able to hide his emotions from anyone. Even if they could smell his emotions.

"Derek?" Kate's voice came through the door.

Jasper narrowed his eyes, as the scents coming from her. They differed from the emotions she'd felt just moments prior. How was she doing that? It shouldn't be possible. People couldn't just switch of their emotions that way.

It was impossible!

"Oh, thank God!" Kate's voice hitched as she began to sob, hiding the shotgun at the side of the door where it wouldn't be immediately visible and tucking the second gun in the waistband of her trousers at the back. "There were people at your home! I came to see you but the were terrifying!" flinging herself at Derek, acting defenceless and meek, with the emotions to go with it.

Jasper and Sebastian glanced at each other befuddled. If they hadn't seen the memories of the things she'd done…trusted Peter and Derek wholly, they would have questioned everything. They'd never met anyone like her before in their lives.

"We have to leave, there are strangers here," Derek said tugging her away from the room, away from the guns, phones, backup and anything that could be used to hurt them.

Kate's gaze zeroed in on Derek intently, before vulnerability swept through. It was specifically designed to draw a werewolf in, the idea of being a hero, of saving someone. "Other werewolves?" still playing the oblivious human/substitute teacher.

"They think you had something to do with the fire," Derek said, tugging her away, not using his full strength – because honestly, he wanted to use it and send her careening into the closest car or tree – but a considerable amount more than Kate possessed.

"What? No! I didn't!" Kate protested, and nothing gave away her lie.

"She's good," Jasper whispered, disgust and rage taking a backseat to reluctant admiration. She was successfully able to lie to a werewolf, or four if you want to be technical. Interesting, the thought of studying her came amidst his thoughts, but she was too dangerous to allow to live.

Between her and Gerard Argent, it had been difficult which one Jasper had to choose to go after. Then his wolf had made the decision for him. Kate Argent had touched his grandson, hurt him, used him and ultimately put into motion the would-have-been destruction of his pack.

No, he knew the moment he was faced with her, it would be a race to see who ended her first. Himself, Sebastian or his son, his Alpha, his Peter who had suffered so much that he'd needed his own nephew to bring him back. No, they'd all suffered, they'd all need each other in a way the rest of the Pack wouldn't understand.

They'd learn though, of that Jasper was determined. It was time to took a more active role in his children's lives. Too late, he knew, but better than never, "Forgive me, my love, it seems I'm still needed up here. Our son needs me and our daughter is in need of a serious and recent reality check." He said, staring straight up at the sky, each day away from his mate was torture. Nothing no hunter could pull against him could hurt more than his mate's absence.

He'd join her one day, should have already joined her…but it wasn't to be.

Jasper spoke so lowly that it was really only to himself and his mate. Unfortunately, Peter's hearing which had always been advanced as a Beta was exceptional as an Alpha.

"I know," Derek replied, worry written across his features, "Come on," tugging at her, nothing giving away the immense hatred he had burning inside of him. The urge to kill her was immense, just so she wasn't a risk to his pack, which included his mate, his very vulnerable right now mate. Stiles was young, he'd used up a lot of his magic to get here, that's if he can perform the magic, he was used to being able to or if it would need to build up with practice again.

"I need to get some…" Kate gestured towards her room, which Derek was taking her further and further from. Despite this, she didn't have a single hint of suspicion of him. She believed she'd gained Derek's utter devotion she could kill in front of him and he'd excuse it. She thought he was blind to her faults.

"We can't they're too close," Derek began to run, forcing her to run with him. "They picked up your scent they don't know we were seeing each other."

"Where are we going?" Kate asked, picking up her pace, she needed to cut her loses and run. She grasped the gun at her back, she couldn't have them realize her true identity. There was only one thing for it, kill Derek and run, there was nothing in that room that would reveal her true identity. She hadn't even used her usual ammo, she'd made it herself it didn't have the Argent name stamped on it.

"I'm going to take you to my mom, she'll know what to do," Derek said, and it was only seconds before he heard the familiar uncocking of a gun's safety…and then the hammer pulling back. He closed his eyes in expectation of nerve ending pain that followed being shot with a wolfsbane bullet.

It never came.

"What the…?" Kate gaped blinking as if she was expecting to have her sight correctly interpreting what she expected to happen. Not what was.

The bullet was a mangled piece of metal on the floor between her and Derek.

Derek turned around, surprised by the efficiency of the pendant. He made a mental note to not underestimate Harry again. Not that he really was, he was absolutely terrifying, just like Stiles could be while using the full extent of their powers. Terrifying they could be, but Derek trusted them both, and would trust them with his life. A miracle he knew, given the life he'd led up this point.

"I…I didn't…" Kate was almost wordless, before raising her gun again, and shot off the rest of her clip into Derek's chest. Or attempted to at any rate. All she accomplished was the spent bullets all crumpled at her feet.

Honestly, you couldn't have found a more dumbfounded person on the planet. You'd think she didn't know about magic, or Druids or Darach's or werewolves.

"What's wrong, Kate? Didn't expect your plans to go belly up?" Peter asked coldly, as he stepped out of behind the trees and into plain view, not revealing his change in status…yet.

Kate changed gears so swiftly, "I had to, they told me to, they've got my family."

"Always making yourself out to be the victim," Peter retorted, moving forward, "Then again, you aren't capable of feeling a thing, are you? Not even for family." a bland placid smile on his face.

"What? I don't…I don't understand," panic, perhaps genuine perhaps not filled the clearing.

There was a spike or it when Jasper and Sebastian stepped into the clearing. Jasper looked like his son, and Sebastian, well, Derek would look strikingly like him later in life but a bit more handsome due to his Hale genes. Or so Stiles would insist. Nobody else would ever see it.

"Oh god, please, I just want my family back," Kate said, breathing quickly, erratically.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," Peter said walking towards her, as Derek moved back, still affected by her even after all this time. Wiping where she'd touched him as if he were diseased with a single touch.

"Derek?" Kates' voice was high pitched, reaching out to him, eyes wide with fear, pleading with him. Now if this had been fifteen-year-old Derek…she might have stood a chance. Unfortunately, for her, it was not.

"Don't you dare use my son's name, paedophile," Sebastian hissed out, the change overcoming him as he poised ready to leap at her any given moment.

Kate glanced to her left, the only opening available, but she knew, she knew she wouldn't get away. They would be on her within seconds, her only way of getting out of this alive was talking her way out of it. "I am not." genuinely offended.

"No, what she is, technically is a Ephebophilia," Peter sneered, nobody was surprised Peter knew the specific term. "Not that it matters much in the grand scale of things." unsheathing his claws, eyeing her with a predatory look, as if pondering on which part of her to cut up first.

"My family…" she squeaked out in protest, stepping back, exuding fear, "Derek…Derek told me what you were, I didn't tell anyone…you aren't monsters, you don't have to do this. I won't tell."

"There won't be anyone to tell," Peter said delighting in telling her, using his right arm to keep Sebastian contained. "Right about now…you're probably down to maybe what…four, five relatives left?"

"Depends on whether you count Victoria Argent." Derek muttered dryly; he was sort of beginning to understand why Peter loved this game. He never forgot how dangerous she was, no way, but he underestimated the danger any hunter posed to him, his pack and werewolves in general. Peter, he didn't think, would either. It was why he had this nonchalance of a stance, but Derek knew carefully he watched Kate despite all his appearance of laziness.

Of unconcern when faced with her.

The colour in Kate Argent's face bled out entirely, leaving her looking shaken for once. Perhaps for the first time realizing the true extent of the danger she was in. She'd been worried seeing the three male members of the Hale pack together not including Derek. Especially Peter Hale who had a terrifying reputation on his own. She'd been positive she'd get out of this snafu with her life intact.

"We can include her ex-fiancé who ditched her at the alter when they found out what sort of crazy, she was." Peter added, "The Blake family are…yes, entirely extinguished." he was still listening to the broadcast as they eliminated all Hunter families in existence, but the only upside was they couldn't hear him.

Derek made a small noise of surprise. This he hadn't known, had it been something Chris had revealed to Peter? Or something he learned later on with the blood testing? He wasn't sure what could be revealed by blood testing, but magic was capable of everything.

Kate rolled her eyes, "So you found out about my ex, big deal, don't think for a second I'll buy you're somehow wiping out three hunter families that span generations."

"Why not? Tonight, you thought you'd wiped out most of the Hale pack. Clearly, it's not that difficult." Peter kept talking, a lazy smirk on his face, which continued to unnerve Kate he noticed. There was not a lot of emotion coming from her unless she willed it. Those muted feelings were the only genuine emotions Kate emoted.

She couldn't feel remorse or guilt, she wasn't capable of it.

She truly was sociopathic.

"Thought?" Kate asked bluntly, she knew the Alpha had survived due to Derek's words. She didn't know how, but someone had helped them. She hadn't stuck around to see whom but the Hales likely had a lot of alliances. She suspected the other humans she'd brought in to help had died. She didn't run right away having been taught to clean up her messes, and the Hale thing was a complete mess her father was furious. He was luckily sending in a team to help her clean up house.

She wished she had her blades with her, but she couldn't be around wolfsbane at all while 'undercover' so to speak. She was supposed to be completely oblivious to the supernatural world. Not that her blades would do her much good, not against four werewolves.

"I'm not alone, there's a hoard of Argent hunters converging on Beacon Hills." Kate pointed out, glancing around her as if hoping someone – a runner – would come and interrupt this so she had her chance to slip away while they tried to play human. It was highly unlikely, she knew, they had better hearing than that. Although, she could hope they were distracted enough.

"Really?" Peter asked feigning surprise, "Well, isn't that interesting, I don't suppose it was Gabriel, Ethan, Hugo, Jules, Leo, Louis, Raphael…don't worry though, you'll be joining them soon."

In that short second Kate believed, she jerked into a run, but it was cut off before she could comprehend what she was doing. Screaming in agony as Peter's claws literally clawed their way down her back.

"Don't worry, I won't be making this painless, nor will I make the mistake of going too deep and letting you turn." Peter whispered nastily into her ear.

"It's my son," Sebastian snarled, yanking her arm so viciously something immediately snapped due to Peters unyielding hold on the slippery bitch.

Derek blinked, staring at his father, who he'd never known to have a vicious bone in his body. He knew, his father was a werewolf, could tear someone to pieces, but all his life…his father had always been the calm one. Regardless of what he and his sisters got up to. His eyes closed, recalling the memories he'd tried so hard to forget after causing their deaths. The loudness of everything around him overwhelming him, making him angry, and his dad coming along, calling him pup, signing to him, soothing him, it was really an Alpha's job. Unfortunately, his mom spent a lot of time away from Hale territory.

"You're going to tear her apart at this rate," Jasper pointed out, watching the byplay between them both. Her pain calmed him like nothing else could…truth be told, it was where Peter got his viciousness from, but his had been tamed by his wonderful, wonderful, mate. She was one of those pure souls that would rather things be solved peacefully. It's where Talia got her…traits from, it wasn't a practical move for a werewolf, and his beautiful mate hadn't stood a chance against hunters against the code.

If she'd died a Beta her eyes would have been gold, but the same couldn't be said of their little boy. Who had gone almost feral that day to protect her. He should have been there, perhaps that had been the sign he'd missed that Peter would make a better Alpha than Talia.

Chuckling darkly, his smoky smooth voice, practically purred, "I want her to hear this," he said, attaching the rune listening device to her, letting her hear what the rest of them were. Correction, everyone except him, since it wasn't actually broadcasting to a level he could hear.

"Gerard Argent has been apprehended, being transported for interrogation." Naturally Kate understood, she knew French as well as she knew English.

"Gerard Argent, received, over,"

"Confirming the death of Victoria Argent, by means of suicide, it seems prevalent in her family it won't be questioned. Exiting the property now, team ninety done." the design had been done hastily, hence the comment on the means of death, it was meant to be a burglary/murder scenario.

"We need backup teams, Gerard Argent's revealed five hunter families we didn't know about yet." Came through, "They're situated in the west states."

"Careful what you say, if I know my mate as well as I believe I do, she's probably listening to this," Harry's voice sounded deeply amused.

Peter rolled his eyes fondly, unable to believe he could be predictable full stop let alone to his mate. They hadn't known each other long enough for either to become predictable. He thinks.

"Course he does, Peter so loves the evil villain monologue…Derek, remember it because I want it repeated verbatim."

Muffled laughter and repeats in different languages before laughing began again. Clearly the others found it just as funny as the others.

Derek smothered his amusement, face palming at his mate. He was completely unembarrassed by his words despite it being an official channel and that he'd been heard by everyone around the world. "Stiles," he groaned, but unable to stop the little laugh that emerged. He reckoned it was because Stiles had been raised in a police station practically when his mom got sick.

Moving towards Kate, suddenly finding his courage, he knelt down towards Kate who was clearly in a lot of pain and trying to muffle it. Panting outrageously, mouth open stiff, afraid to move knowing it would hurt.

"Did you hear him? He is my mate." Derek said softly, as if he was speaking to someone he cared for. "He's a powerful, powerful spark that managed to figure out all your plans and screw them up." His intelligent, versatile, powerful mate. He couldn't have imagined up a better one.

Kate snarled, she hadn't intended on him being happy, she wanted him miserable, hurting, broken that he'd been the one to cause his family's death. He wasn't hurting and she was furious, screaming in frustration at her inability to move.

"He's not talking about your attempt to end the Hale line; in another time your plan was actually successful." Peter commented idly, yanking at her arm enjoying the shrieks she let out. Smiling in fake apology at Derek who jerked back, sticking his finger in his ear as if that could dislodge the scream.

Kate's mind went blank, another time? It sounded like he was implying they were from a different time. Now she'd seen and done a lot in her life…but time-travel? Or dimension hopping? It was impossible, no magic could accomplish that. It would have been in the Argent bestiary if such a thing was possible. "My father is going to hunt you all down and kill every single filthy Hale mutt on the planet!"

"He'll be dead within the hour," Derek stated, "Just like everyone else does after the heads of the clans have spilled everything they know. It will be a painless death, a mercy compared to how he really should die." He was after all the one behind everything, all Kate did, the revelation of the supernatural world…between him and Scott it was only a matter of time until one of them did it anyway.

"Unless MACUSA has something different in mind for him." Peter confessed, yanking her onto her back. "Which I'll bet they have, so long as he does, I really don't care…now you'll be back with your dear family soon, Kate. Stiles is right, normally I would give some grand speech…but I'm tired and would rather spend time with my mate…so have at her, Derek."

Derek blinked, staring at Peter in sheer jaw dropping astonishment. "You're giving up the kill…?" My god was Peter alright? It wasn't like him at all, then the pull for his own mate pulled at his gut and he realized why.

They were pining, their wolves wanted to be with their mate. He was surprised Peter felt that pull, Harry and Peter hadn't known each other long. He more than anyone knew how strong the bond can get even without any physical contact.

To be entirely honest…the humans did too as appealing and satisfying as it was to ensure the packs safety.

"I want her heart; you can do whatever you want otherwise." Derek told them, speaking to his father and grandfather. He turned away as she began screaming, unable to watch. He'd never really had the same bloodlust for violence despite his appearance and his posturing. He'd do what he had to, and he didn't need to watch this.

Not that Kate Argent screamed for that long, the werewolves gave her their own version of the rack. Jasper and Sebastian took a hold of her arm and leg each, and slowly but surely pulled and pulled, until muscle, bones and tendons were wrenched apart. Her screaming and begging for Derek, telling him she loved him, that she was pregnant was the nail that broke their restraint against their wolves.

The loss of blood would eventually kill her, but she wasn't dead yet despite what they'd done. Derek heaved a little, especially seeing Peter looking on in genuine delight and interest at Jasper and Sebastian's feral ways. He had never seen them this way before, so it was hardly any surprise he was fascinated.

His gaze narrowed on Derek; he'd always known that some part of Derek despite the damage she'd done that he still cared about her with his childish heart. He was either starting to soften due to being back here knowing he didn't need to be the way he was. Or he was still afraid of her, she was a hunter after all.

Derek crouched down and in a single swipe had her chest open, the ribs cracking like breadsticks. A barely audible whine left Kate's lips, her eyes glazed and face paler than it had ever been. The smell of blood overwhelming their senses.

They looked something out of a horror movie.

They acted it too.

Derek ripped out her still barely beating heart uncaring of the blood rushing down his arm. He squeezed it violently, got as much of the blood out of it before shredding it. "Got a light?" knowing Peter definitely did, or an alternative.

"This will do the trick," Peter said smugly, showing off the rune, that was imbedded in a piece of rope about the size of a pinkie. "I've been told to pile her up and set this on top smearing it with her blood."

The four of them got to work, it didn't take long to get the cooling, already adopting a marbling effect body piled together. Derek put the shredded heart on the very top of the pile. Nodding, he watched as Peter placed the string on the pile, and Peter swiped her blood messily on it before stepping back.

With fire, he would never take risks or chances. A left-over effect to being almost killed twice with fire. The relief he felt over stepping back was visible to all of them as the fire consumed Kate in the matter of seconds.

"I want all of you to grab a portion of her ashes, and bury them wherever you please." Peter stated, "You don't tell anyone where or when." Flashing his red eyes at them, ensuring that's exactly what they would do. Although, it was highly unlikely the bitch could be brought back, they were taking out everyone after all.

However, he would never take chances with the Argents.

They were far too slippery.

Almost as impossible as him to kill.

Everyone split up to bury their portions of Argent, but Derek? Derek kept a portion in a vial. He would be putting it in the vault or giving it to Stiles so she really couldn't ever be brought back. He would never reveal his mate has it, he'd always be safe.

"Kate Argent is dead, on our way back to the Stilinski residence to clean up before going after the remaining culprits of the fire." Peter spoke into the piece he'd taken back from Kate before she met her end.

"They get arrested by the Mundane police," came the voice warning him. "However, you may go after…who is it again?"

"Deaton, Doctor Deaton, a Darach and a big danger to the world." Stiles emphasised.

Peter's lips twitched; he could always count on Stiles. Eyeing his betas who were still wolfed out, unlike them, the wolves were too close to the surface, they weren't returning to MACUSA they were remaining with family to try and gain control.

"Fine, Deaton, Stilinski will go after the others and Mundane justice will see it through. We will make sure a representative of ours is put in as judge of the case." Was promised, and they knew why it was being promised. Because Mundane law was too lenient sometimes, and if they got away with it? Peter would just kill them anyway.

He should just kill them all regardless.

A/n – hopefully I haven't screwed up and need to edit that part and have Deaton already dead…lol that's what happens when you write the last of the chapter without thinking and don't have your document to hand but I'm almost sure nothing has been decided about Deaton yet, I mean I've gone all ways possible, Peter killed him in one, with Harry, and then one where MACUSA did it you can probably tell I don't like Deaton 😉 lol the actor seems awesome though 😊 so what do you guys think? What will MACUSA do with Gerard Argent now he's useless and given them all the information they need? Deaton of course and the insurance guy…will he confess before they get to him? Can't believe he carried that guilt with him for years without crumbling…I'd have confessed within a day…hell actually I would have told them what was happening *Shrugs* that's just me I'm a total wuss 😊 R&R please