Later that day...
Walking up to Derek's loft I spotted Malia outside the door, instantly shocked as to why she was here. I was supposed to be meeting Scott, not Malia. About a thousand different thoughts shot through my brain, most of them revolving around the idea that Peter will tell Malia about their true relationship and taking her away from me forever.
"What're you doing here?" I asked, attempting to not let my fear ring through my voice.
"You were coming to see Peter, and since Lydia tells me he's basically Satan in a v-neck I figured you shouldn't be alone." She said, casually standing in front of the door with her arms crossed.
"I'm not alone!" I said defensively, a little too defensively by her raised eyebrows, "and besides, I can handle Peter." I walked up to her, stopping a couple feet away.
"Well, you can handle him better with me." She claimed triumphantly as Scott pulled up, rather noisily, on his bike. He took off his helmet and wore the same expression that I must have moments ago. "Both of you can." With that said she turned around and opened up the door whilst I shrugged my shoulders at Scott.
We walked in cautiously, the loft was dark, and Peter was nowhere to be seen. Malia suddenly stopped and turned to face us. "What's wrong with you two? Your hearts are beating like crazy."
Scott and I looked at each other worriedly, each expecting the other to explain why. Thankfully, and it's the only time I'll ever be thankful to hear his voice, Peter interrupted, "They're just bad at introductions." He said; body spread across his couch as he digested a book.
He looked over towards us, a look so vacant, yet intrigued, that it sent shivers down my spine. I didn't like this, not a single bit. This man was a murderous, manipulative bastard. And if he needed to I know that he'd sacrifice Malia to gain what he wants; power.
"Peter," Scott said, ushering towards the girl, "this is Malia." He instantly divulged her with his eyes, looking her up and down as the sparked with interest. He stood up from the couch, and I immediately took a protective step in front of Malia as a response. He eyeballed me and I gave him the most intimidating 'back off' stare that I could muster.
Rolling his eyes, he looked back at his daughter, this time showing a look of admiration towards her. "Beautiful eyes," he commented, earning a scowl from Malia, "Did you get them from your father?" The irony of his question made my stomach churn, and I turned a worried glance back at Scott.
"No, my mother," Malia spat back, disliking the fact that he would talk to her so personally.
Peter eyed her for a few more moments before dropping his stare, "Well, I'm sure they've told you all about me." He started walking over towards us, finally stopping the father act.
"The homicidal killing spree came up," Malia retorted with that sarcastic and sassy tone that I loved so much. You can definitely see the similarities between them, that was for sure.
As he finally reached us he replied, "We're all works in progress," smirking shamelessly, as he had no remorse for the lives he'd taken. Another reason Malia will never know the truth about him.
"Well when you progress to your next killing spree, why don't you make sure they all stay dead?" His expression dropped, he was no longer grinning, and instead he seemed confused.
That's when I jumped in, "what do you know about people being turned by a scratch?" My tone was aggressive and impatient, and Peter scoffed in return.
"Somebody's a little bit protective today aren't they?" He asked sarcastically, glancing back at Malia to add to my annoyance. I gritted my teeth, desperately holding back my wolf side, refusing the urge to growl at him. He turned away, this time to Scott, "Why, did you bite someone Scott?" We all exchanged a look that said, 'for God's sake, get to the point', and finally he took the hint. "Don't worry; the claws have to go pretty deep."
"Like if you were to, say, scratch out someone's neck?" I hit back, finally taking some enjoyment out of the situation.
"Well, I guess but the chances would be beyond rare."
"But it's possible?" Scott asked, interrupting mine and Peter's duel for dominance.
Peter walked over to a table near the edge of the room, placing his book on top of it. "Yes but the chances would be," He turned to face us slowly, and taking a loud sigh his expression changed to something dark, "one in a million."
He spent the next twenty minutes explaining to us what Kate must want with Derek and that he wasn't only younger in his body, but he was also younger in his mind. He also told us about Derek's past relationship with Kate, which he described as being 'biblical'. I didn't want to know any more than that.
We set out to the High School, as the Hale vault was situated, (for some strange reason), under the plaque outside of it. It had a secret entrance and everything!
When we finally reached the School, we all started up the steps, until Malia suddenly came to a halt. "What's wrong?" I asked quickly as she scanned our surroundings.
"It's the same scent, the one from Mexico." She mumbled, still searching for whom the scent belonged to. It all became clear as a monstrous creature appeared from the tunnel in front of us. It was massive, rounded off with sharp edges; armour made of bones; some sort of skull-helmet contraption; and massive ass claws. 'Shit.'
"Berserkers!" Peter announced from behind us, holding Malia back as she went to attack. For a second it looked as if he was being a decent father.
"C'mon," Malia struggled under his grasp, "There's only one of them!"
"That means we have a chance," Peter stated.
"To win?" The coyote asked excitedly.
"To survive!" He shouted, turning and running in the opposite direction before the rest of us even had a chance to move. So much for the whole father thing!
Backing up slowly, I reached over to Malia and pulled her back, shouting at the pair of them to run. We did, we ran up a flight of stairs that were to our left, and just as we thought we had made some space between us and the beastly thing that was chasing us, another one appeared in front of us. One by one we all came to a sudden halt, Malia in the front, followed by Scott and then me. To the left I shouted, heading for a flight of stairs that would take us down to a lower level. Just as we came to it, the first berserker hopped over the ledge in front of us, and we were trapped between the two of them.
We exchanged a round of anxious looks, and before I knew it the berserker had swung for me. I ducked, quickly diving forward under its arm so that I was behind it. It turned around and I went to slash at it with my claws, but it grabbed my arm easily through the air, and threw me backwards, over the ledge and down a 25 foot drop at the very least. Everything went black for the next few moments as I listened to the sounds of Malia and Scott fighting.
I tried to move, but practically everywhere hurt, everything felt broken, and I needed a moment to heal. "Tyler!" I heard Lydia exclaim, and I finally opened my eyes. My vision was blurred, but even by the sight of her strawberry blonde hair and his godforsaken baseball bat, I knew it was Lydia and Stiles. They sat opposite each other, one on either of my sides as they helped me sit up. "What the hell's going on!?"
What was going on? I'd forgotten until I heard Scott's cry of pain, too low in volume for the pair that were with me to hear. "Berserker's," I mumbled, grimacing in pain as I could feel my bones shifting back into place. "You guys..." I muttered, struggling for breath, "You need to go to the vault, it's under the plaque." I began to stand up, and they both helped, making sure that I wouldn't lose my balance when I got there. "I'm fine," I insisted, shaking off all the pain as I pushed them to the side.
Lydia was concerned, but Stiles pulled her away and began leading her off in the right direction. I was brought back to the action when I heard Scott shout Kira's name, and I heard a body hit the floor. Gathering all of my wolf strength, I jumped powerfully back up and over the ledge I'd previously gone over, placing myself between the berserkers and my fallen friends. I looked back at them, everyone was alive, and that was what counted. I turned and looked to the berserkers again, growling a little bit at them.
"Now," I started, walking over to the rail, and placing my hand on one of the metal poles I ripped it from its place, preparing it to be used as a weapon, "where were we?" One of the berserkers charged at me, once again I ducked under its massive arm and immediately blocked the next hit with the pole. Looking back at the other berserker I could see that it was occupied by young Derek as he hit back at it with a flurry of acrobatic kicks and claws.
The berserker that I was fighting soon pushed me back, and using the space to my advantage I swung the pole at it as hard as I could, and it actually sent the monster reeling. I took that as my opportunity, and started going for it hit after hit, some he blocked, some he didn't, but I couldn't help but feel that it was a very ineffective tactic. Eventually, he got a solid grasp on the pole, and snatched it away.
He walked towards me with it, swinging it eerily as I stumbled backwards, trying desperately to dodge the hits. Past the berserker I could see Derek, not young Derek, but our Derek. Well, a mix between both I suppose.
The moment of distraction proved costly as the pole finally collided with my face, sending me flying backwards. It was a hit that, (if it wasn't attached to my body), my head would be out of the park by now.
My eyes slowly peeled open, and I saw Malia to my side, my vision blurred. I could just about make out the cut she was clutching on her leg. In an attempt to pull myself up, I realised how badly my neck hurt, and collapsed back to the ground with a huff. I let the darkness surround me again, but the only thing I could hear this time was Scott: "Derek?"
There we go then! I believe that's 4x02 complete, now I must warn you there will be a little bit of a road trip for certain characters between 4x02-4x03, and it will give you a bit more insight to Tyler's family, and relationship with Malia ;)
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