I don't own Teen Wolf. Thank god, cause at the rate I upload new chapters we'd still be in season 1 lol. I'm so sorry guys. Special thanks to Alice Deathwalker for all the wonderful feedback and constantly pushing me to work on new stuff.
"So let me get this straight, Scott's a werewolf now, all these crazy murders around town are being done by the formerly comatose Peter Hale for revenge, and the Argent's are werewolf hunters?" Sheriff Stilinski tried to keep the facts straight as he slurped down a chocolate milkshake.
"Yup, that's pretty much it," his son responded through a mouthful of fries.
"And now," the Sheriff waved his fork for emphasis, "you're working with the same Derek Hale you and Scott had me arrest to help him stop his uncle, who was the one who really killed his niece, from murdering more people?"
"It sounds much weirder when you say it like that." Stiles started sipping on his own milkshake, strawberry because it always reminded him of his mother.
"In addition to that, all of these victims are somehow connected to the Hale fire, started by Kate Argent?"
Stiles nodded his response to his dad's question too occupied with the strawberry deliciousness running down his throat to use words.
"And that also makes Allison a werewolf hunter, who's dating Scott, who is a werewolf," he was running out of fries.
"Well hunter-in-training, she sort of just found the skeletons in the family closet."
"Scott and his dad both have a habit of going for women way out of their league," the teens father mused.
"You know what they say, like father like son," Stiles said as he watched his dad finally get to his burger. He had always had a habit of devouring his fries first before moving onto the rest of his food because "they didn't taste the same cold".
"Then how do I explain you?" the Sheriff teased.
"Not funny," his son replied with an indignant huff. "Besides, I take after mom anyway."
"Don't I know it," the Sheriff groaned as his son referred to his fae powers. He was hoping they wouldn't get him into any trouble after his mother was gone but now he can see he that was wishful thinking.
"We obviously need to get this situation taken care of before more people get hurt, has Derek formed something of a plan?"
Stiles knew his dad wouldn't like what they had come up with so far but he put it out there anyway.
"We've been training so that we can take him head on-" Stiles started.
"Absolutely not!" his fathered glowered.
"It's the only way we can cure Scott!" Stiles argued.
"There's not some kind of spell or something you can use to change him back? What about those chain you said Derrick gave him? Don't those just stop him from shifting? " the Sheriff pleaded. He didn't want his son facing this kind of extreme danger, with his best friend and a murder suspect no less.
"Spells? C'mon dad. This is real life not a movie. Unless mom has some old witch friends lying around that's not gonna happen. Plus even with the silver he'd still have to make a constant conscious effort to keep his powers down. He can barely focus his thoughts for ten minutes, let alone his whole life. We have to defeat Peter and let Scott take the finishing blow so he can lift the curse and go back to normal. The supernatural stuffs not for him."
The Sheriff looked across at his son with eyes full of pride at Stiles' determination to help his friend. Willing to risk himself if the face of danger to help just one person. He definitely took after his mother.
"Fine," he gave in, "but you're not doing it alone."
Stiles let out a breath of relief. "Scott wants to ask the Argent's for help. Increase our chances with their skill and numbers."
"Only problem with that is you have to worry about them double crossing you to take out Derek and Scott the moment it's all over," mused his dad.
"Exactly," Stiles said solemnly. He and Derek had both been hesitant on that suggestion.
"Scott's not exactly the most thorough thinker at times is he? Like father-"
"Like son," Stiles chewed out around his last fry.
After lunch with his dad Stiles set out to find Derek. He could have just called the him, but he wanted to talk to him face to face. On top of needing to go over their plan of attack, recruiting the Argent's, and informing him that his dad now knew all the details, they still needed to discuss what happened in the woods. Other than some touches here, and a glance there when Scott wasn't looking they really hadn't explored what was going on between them. It was nagging Stiles.
He parked his Jeep outside of the burned down home and made his way up the stairs.
"Derek," he called to announce himself before opening the door. No one answered him so walked around some more. "Der, are you here?" He hoped the werewolf wouldn't mind the nickname, not that he liked any of the others Stiles gave him involuntarily. Still no response. He made his way to the dining room where a figure suddenly pounced at him from the shadows! Thinking fast he quickly dropped to the floor and rolled out the way into a crouch, springing his legs into a kick that knocked out his attackers feet.
"SHIT!" the other person exclaimed as their head met the sharp corner of the dining room table.
"Derek?" Stiles asked recognizing the voice. He watched the wolf get off the ground with a chuckle but gripping the back of his head.
"What the hell Derek!? I almost hurt you!"
"Just trying to make sure you stay on your toes," the injured man answered as he wiped the blood from his healing head wound on his pants.
"Well at least one of us can manage too." Stiles walked over to check on his friends head.
"I'll admit that was a pretty good move," Derek said of Stiles quick thinking maneuver. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of Stiles' fingers flitting through his hair to assess the damage. He had hit the table pretty hard but most of it was healed by now.
"So what's with the surprise visit? You should be in school with Scoot right now," not that he minded spending time with Stiles.
"Took a personal day, I had some stuff to take care of," was the answer the boy above him gave. Derek cocked his head up to look at him.
"Don't worry, I've got the grades. I can afford it," Stiles responded at seeing Derek's look. Derek glared into the brown orbs staring back at him urging him to get to the point.
Stiles stared back and sighed. 'Might as well get it over with'.
"I told my dad today," he waited for a response.
"Told him what?" the question was gruff and suspicious.
"Everything. About you, about Scott, your uncle, Laura, the Argents, the plot twist to The Village, all of it," his fingers froze in Derek's hair waiting for his reaction. He didn't have to wait long because as soon as he finished Derek leapt up and rounded on Stiles.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT STILES?!" he snarled.
All pleasantries and good feelings gone. He could hardly look at the other boys pale face without his heart stinging from feeling betrayed. He did not need more people to know his family's secrets. "That wasn't your business to share!"
"My dad's the Sheriff! It is my business because every second he's out there trying to solve these murder cases he's not safe! Murder's committed by your uncle Derrick. He needs to know what he's up against." Stiles wasn't flinching against the snarling older man. Part of him had expected this to be the outcome but he fully stood by his decision. It was for his dad's safety.
"You're putting him in more danger by telling him the truth. Now he's going to go seek out things he shouldn't and get himself into trouble," Derek argued back.
"Do I have remind you I'm his son and he was married to my mom? The supernatural's not new to him Derek. He would've figured it out on his own soon anyway, he's the friggin Sheriff. They don't just give that position to an idiot with a gun. This way he can do his job and protect himself and other innocent people. As much I want to have faith in our awesome Tinkerbell/Alcide/Clifford team combo Peter is bloodthirsty and strong. We need some help from somewhere," the young faerie finished his argument.
Derek remained silent. He was furious that Stiles's had brought his dad into the heat of things without coming to him first, but he understood the other boys reasons. He was just trying to make sure that he was able to keep his father safe. He watched out for the whole town, but Stiles watched out for him. He was just worried about the inevitable questioning that would be coming from the man.
"Which brings me to the second reason I'm here. You know Scott wants to ask the Argent's for help, and he's probably going to do it because he's so desperate to get his life back and try to be with Allison. What we need to worry about is what we're going to do when they double cross us." He put both hands on the tense werewolf's shoulders trying to get him to look him in the eyes.
Derek shrugged off the gesture and turned away, still upset, focused. Stiles was right, there was a large chance they would try to betray them to simply wipe out all the werewolves in Beacon Hills, him and Scott included. He didn't care what Chris Argent said about a code, nothing on this Earth would make him trust anything involving Kate Argent again.
"We need to make damn sure they don't find out about you. As far as I know the Argent's aren't aware of your powers yet or what faerie's even are, and we should keep it that way. For your, and every other faerie's safety," said Derek.
"That's an understatement, but leave that to me. It'll be pretty easy for me to stay out of sight with my powers. Especially in a big fight if the Argent's do join."
"Alright then. We'll deal with the Argents betrayal when we get to that bridge, our first priority should be to get Scott cured, and our second is to be ready to move the hell out of there, granted we survive the first," he finally looked at Stiles to make sure they were both on the same page.
"Agreed." Stiles felt his throat get tight. He had to say it before it left. "Derek about what's going on between us-"
"LETS take care of my uncle and get through all of this first before they we try to tackle anything else. Ok Stiles?" Derek cut him off with a gruff tone.
"Okay. You're right. Baby steps. Little baby puppy wolf steps." Stiles put his hands in his pockets, feeling a bit dejected. "Schools going to be out soon. I should probably head home."
Derek hummed out a noise. With a sigh Stiles walked out to his Jeep.
Scott rushed over to Allison's house as soon as the school bell rang. He wanted to talk to Allison's father as soon as possible. He knew Stiles and Derek didn't agree with his plan, but they couldn't do this on their own. Peter needed to be stopped. He needed to be a normal teenager again so he could be with Allison. They were worried about being double crossed but if he wasn't a werewolf anymore then there would no reason for the Argents to cross them at all. Luckily thanks to his werewolf speed he could bike here and have this whole thing over with before Allison got home. He rang the doorbell and waited. There was movement from the back of the house.
'Deep breaths,' Scott willed himself trying to calm down. His breath hitched as the doorknob clicked.
"Well hello Scott." Chris Argents steely eyes stared back at him from across the threshold. "To what do I owe this surprise visit. I know I it has nothing to do with Allison. Does it?"
"Umm, no sir!" Scott needed to focus. "It's about something else. It's about Peter Hale, and all the attacks that have been going on."
'zzzzzzzzzz!'
Stiles answered the buzzing phone in his pocket, "What's up Scott?"
"They agreed to help! Allison's dad said the Argents will help us take down Peter!"
Scott sounded so ecstatic Stiles almost felt bad for trying to make him see where this could go wrong. "That's great man but how do you know we can trust them? They're sort of the cause to this big mess in the first place."
"Dude it's gonna be ok alright. He said that the Hunters are bound by a code they follow, they can't attack me or Derek without reason."
"Well that didn't exactly stop one of them from attacking a group of defenseless werewolves before did it?" Seriously his best friend could be so naive sometimes.
"Look as long as Allison's dad is there we're fine, and he said if Kate tries to go rogue again he'll stop her personally."
"Great, now I'm worried about that blink of time between her going rogue and him trying to stop her," Stiles sighed.
"Relax bro. We'll take more about this later tonight. We need to tell Derek," with that Scott hung up. Stiles just leaned back in his chair and let out a long groan.
"Do you know why I brought you here?" a nonchalant voice inquired.
"No," Allison responded to the man across from her. Her abductor, Peter Hale, took a few steps forward.
"Oh I think you do dear. I brought you here, because you are so important," he crouched down to her bound level on the floor. "To so many people," he finished his words softly as he stroked a hand down Allison's face. She jerked away . She felt sick having him touch her like this. Her skin wanted to peel itself back at his touch.
"People who want you dead," she spat back.
Peter took in the steely defiance in her eyes with appreciation. He could see the beginnings of a dangerous huntress there. "And I want some of those people dead, so it's a mutual sentiment. More specifically though. I want revenge for what was taken from me. My family."
Allison remained silent, simply watching her captor. A distant look had taken over his face, like he was remembering something, before the fire she guessed.
"You don't need to be scared," Peter cooed, stroking his hands through her hair, "I won't hurt you. I just want to Kate to know the heartbreak that comes from having your family taken from you and knowing even with all your power, you can't stop it."
"That sounds like you plan to hurt me," Allison said matter-of-fact. There was knife hidden in the back of her boots. If she could get to it there was hope she cut through the ropes and try to escape.
"Just play your role like the striking damsel you are and you might make it out of this alive and back to your wondrous Scott," he teased.
"Leave Scott out of this!"
"It was kind of too late for that when I sunk my teeth into him. Agreed?" he said as he held up her phone and searched for the right number to dial.
Scott had spent the rest of his day since his talk with Chris Argent trying to figure out things to do with Allison over the summer. Sure he should be doing homework or something important school related but he was just on cloud nine. With the Argents help they would defeat Peter and he would go back to being a normal boy again. A normal teenage boy who can spend time with Allison. It was perfect. Sure Stiles and Derek kept telling him about their doubts but part of him, a guilty patch near the surface, felt he couldn't trust them because they had been born with their powers. They didn't understand.
'zzzzzzzzzzzzz''
His brows twisted in confusion. Sure it was later but he wasn't supposed to meet with Derek and Stiles for another hour. He picked up the phone dancing on his dresser without looking, "Yea buddy?"
"Oh my dear Scott, I'm glad to see you consider us so close now." The voice that answered sent an ice rush through his gut. Peter. Quickly he eyed the caller id on his screen. "Allison", it read back at him. Peter was calling him from Allison's phone.
"What have you done her?" Scott growled at the werewolf who was the current cause of his problems.
"Nothing at all. We've just been sitting here enjoying each other's company is all. Though she's not really one for words. Honestly Scott I don't see what you and Derek both fell so easily for."
"Your fights with her aunt, Kate, she had nothing to do with the fire. Let her go!" It felt like he couldn't breathe. How long had Allison been alone with Peter? Was Peter going to try to turn her as a strike back at her family?
"Oh I know, and I plan to have my revenge on that monster soon enough. Now Scott be a good boy tell Kate if she wants to see her dear niece returned home, unscathed hopefully, she'll come to atone for her sins, alone. Then keep my wayward nephew occupied. The less interruptions we have the better. Do as I say or I will make you drag those newly minted claws of yours right across sweet Melinda's throat. Understood?" Peter's voiced dripped through the phone with wicked aloofness.
"If you hurt one hair on Allison's head I will kill you!" The ice in Scott's stomached had been replaced with searing fire. His hands trembled as he fought not to crush the offending voice in his grip.
"Hmmm, I might make a werewolf out of you yet. Do hurry though. These days I'm not well known for my patience." Peter hung up the phone leaving Scott disconnected from Allison's fate.
"And now," Peter sat across the room with a grin that made Allison's hair want to stand on end, "we wait."
Fingers flashed across the screen as Scott tried to call Mr. Argent as fast as he could. Waiting for him to pick up felt like an eternity, and every second was Allison's life slipping out of his hands. Voicemail. 'Fuck, no, please'. He mentally willed the older man to answer. Voicemail again. 'Come on!' He would run over there if he had too. Halfway through the third call attempt as he was about to hang up finally Chris Argent answered.
"Hello, Scott? This better have something to do with the fact that Allison's not home yet!" Chris spat out frustrated. It was almost seven and his daughter was nowhere to be found.
"Peter has her! He just called me, he wants Kate to go meet him alone or else he said he'd hurt Allison!" Scott rushed out as fast as his mouth could trying not to waste anymore time. He heard a low rumble emit from his phone.
"That bastards gone too far. This ends tonight! Meet us at the Hale house," the voice of sounded deadly before he ended the call.
The young wolf jumped out his window, taking off full speed toward towards the words. He dialed his best friend as he ran. He heard his breathing before he even said a word.
"Stiles we need to get to Derek's! Peter took Allison and is keeping her there! The Argent's are already on their way."
"What? Holy shit dude. Where are you?" Stiles was frantically dashing around his room grabbing everything he would need. Even though Scott had just made an alliance with the Hunters it looked like they were already facing down the Alpha tonight. Hearing the sudden wave of commotion his father stuck his head in his room to see what was going on.
"Everything alright son?" the sheriff asked as he watched his son try to jump into a pair of pants while holding his phone with his neck at the same time.
"No. Wrong, very wrong," Stiles got out as he wrestled with a zipper, "Peter's taken Allison." He turned his attention back to the phone, "Scott where are you?"
"I'm passing Safeway on Moore." He was a lot farther away from his destination than he wanted to be.
A hard look set on Sheriff Stilinski's face as he watched his son pull on his jacket. "I'm coming." His toned garnered no argument. Faerie or not, he was not letting his son rush head first into danger alone. 'Your mother told me to take care of you and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
His son simply nodded and continued grabbing his things.
The sound of his heartbeat pumping in his ears fueled Scott on as he ran furiously towards his love. He had to make it soon before Peter decided to do anything serious.
Pooft.
"Get in!"
Scott stopped running and turned around to see a familiar blue Jeep pull up next to him with Sheriff Stilinksi in the front seat. He hopped in the back without a second thought.
"What are you doing here Mr. Stilinski?" He was trying to figure out what cover story Stiles had given his dad this time so the whole thing wouldn't be blown.
"It's ok Scott, I know everything now. We'll get Allison back."
"Oh." Scott was a little taken aback. Telling his father didn't seem like something he would think Stiles would do, but then again it also made perfect sense. With Stiles and his mother the Sheriff was probably use to things being differentl, so it would makes sense to let him know what's going on.
"Thanks," Scott offered back. They needed all help they could get right now. His head snapped up as he remembered something- "Where's Derek?!"
"I called him as soon as we left the house, he'll meet us there," Stiles said, brunette eyes never leaving the road. "Derek said he had gone out to take care of some things. Peter must've slipped in after he left."
Doing about eighty the rest of the trip it only took six minutes before they came across the mouth of a path that led to the ruined Hale home. At the path's entrance stood one fanged Derek standing off against the armed Argent's.
In a panic Scott rushed out the car and in between the two hostiles. "Derek wait they're on our side now!" He pushed the older wolf back and away from Chris. "I asked them earlier today if they would help us stop the Alpha and they said yes, and that NOTHING would happen to us," he responded to Derek's annoyed look.
"Talk is usually cheap," the older wolf was staring directly at Kate, who stood towards the back of her group. A slight look of disappointment was staring back at Scott's intervention.
"Well just like I assured Scott, we follow the code. No harm will come to the two of you so long as everything goes according to plan and that monster doesn't hurt my daughter. I will personally," Chris turned to stare at his sister as well, "make sure of it."
Victoria Argent spoke up,"As much as I enjoy making pretty little promises-'Siltes snorted' that I won't slit anyone's throat might I remind you that our daughter is currently being kept as bait up there and everyone second here talking is a second she could be getting hurt? So I suggest that we get a move on." She readjusted her rifle on her chest. The two hunters behind her paled.
"Sheriff, how nice of you to join us," she gave a thin smile, "I trust you won't be getting in our way."
"And I trust you won't do anything to make me make me get in your way." He placed his hand lightly on the base of his gun to make sure he was understood. Victoria's smile stretched thinner.
She placed a hand on Scott's shoulder, causing the love struck teen to freeze. "If anything happens to my dear Allison before we get there I will hold you personally responsible." Scott swore his heart stopped beating.
"Honestly if you think about it if anything happens to Allison you should blame Kate, she started this whole thing."
Kate stared at Stiles like he was the Alpha himself and she would bring his end. His father rolled his eyes, giving a silent prayer that between an alpha werewolf, armed hunters, and his son's mouth they would make it out of this alive.
"C'mon Kate, Peter wants you alone, we're going to make him think you're alone. Go ahead up that path to the front of the house." Chris pointed off to the left tracing upwards. "We'll trail a few minutes behind and come from the back, downwind," he pointed off into the trees to their right. "DON'T engage him until we get there, understand?"
Kate rolled her eyes.
"I'm serious, make sure your niece is ok and out of harms way first. Stall him if you have to until we get there," his finger jabbing the point into her chest.
"I got it brother dear."
The wicked smile on her face made Derek's stomach uneasy as memories came back to the surface. When she finally turned to head up the trail he was able to breathe again.
After walking through the woods for nearly ten minutes Kate could see the remnants of the Hale household up ahead. She felt her body sing as she remembered the last time the was there. Breaking in a cellar window, throwing the flames, the sounds of anguish that rose into the air with the smoke from those trapped inside. It was one of her proudest hunting accomplishments.
"No loose ends this time." She placed on boot cautiously on the first step. The front door remained closed. "So we're gonna play this slow then? Alright." Reaching the top of the steps she pushed the charred door open, gun ready. Inside the whole house had an eerie stillness. She listened for any sign of her prey when suddenly a voice rang out.
"My dear Kate, so nice to see you again."
She snapped towards the sound. It was coming from the room directly to her left. Kate was on guard. Taking slight step to her right she peered past the wall for a better look. The first thing she saw in the far corner was Allison on the floor and bound. The stubborn look in the girl's eyes made her chest swell with pride. Kate slowly made her way into the rest of the room.
"How nice of you to join us."
Swiveling to the sound, Kate's eyes were met with Peter Hale sitting at the dining room table. "Please, have a seat," he gestured to the chair across from him.
"Ah Peter Hale, the one I missed. Good to see you're alive and well." Kate took slow steps into the room as she talked. "That just means now I get to finish this whole thing properly." Finally in between Allison and Peter her rifle raised, ready.
The werewolf scoffed at her bold words. "That's funny, you're implying that you actually have a chance at defeating me."
"This time we're going to skip the trip to the hospital and go straight to the morgue you filthy mutt."
Wrinkles formed around Peter's eyes as he smiled at the huntress. Kate took a moment to take him in. The gray blue eyes, the sharp chiseled jaw, those perfect white that peaked just a little through his smile. It made her think if she could go back in time she might have tried to seduce the older Hale instead, not that Derek wasn't attractive back then. Peter just seemed, more. But now they were going to be nothing because Kate was going to kill them both, starting with Peter. Her body tensed slightly as she prepared to pull the trigger.
Peter saw her body tense and was up in an instant, completely ignoring the chair he abandoned being blown to pieces. Claws out he rose and slashed at the sinister blonde's throat, feeling a sweet release as a warm liquid coated his hand.
Behind her aunt Allison sat terrified. One minute both predators were sizing each other up, the next all she hard was a gunshot and a roar. She looked at the profile of her aunt, waiting for her to make another move when suddenly her body just collapsed. Where she stood she could only see Peter, standing there looking like he was in pure ecstasy as he ran his bloody hands over his face. Her aunt was dead. She fought to hold in her tears. She needed to be strong. That's exactly what Kate would want.
Peter's reveling was cut short with the sound of broken glass. Allison quickly curled over and covered her face. Peter stared at her confused. Suddenly a booming flash over took all his senses. He staggered back trying to regain his bearings. A pained breath escaped his mouth as he opened his eyes. Lights still danced in front of everything and he saw double, but he noticed that Allison was gone from the spot she had just been. He heard the sound of footsteps going towards the door through the ringing in his ears followed by a relieved "Daddy!".
Chris embraced his daughter as she ran into his arms. "Oh my sweet baby girl. Did he hurt you?!"
"No, but Aunt Kate, she's- he killed her!" she choked out into his chest.
"It's gonna be ok, I promise," he whispered as he ran fingers through her hair. "We're going to get him. You! Unite her," he guided Allison to the hunter next to him. "Everyone be ready!" The group prepared to take on the beast. The Hunters stood at the front rifles ready for anything, Scott and Derek in the middle for once Peter got through, and Stiles and the Sheriff in the back.
Silence took the air as they all stared at the house, waiting. They could hear no sound from inside. It just stood still, almost as if taunting them. Suddenly an unnerving roar came as a large form shot out straight through the wall from near the top of the house. Bullets flew as the Alpha descended. He brought down his might on his assailant to the far left, the man snuffed out with a sick crunch. He dashed around avoiding the hail of bullets that decimated the corpse.
Victoria tried to slow him down with another of their flash grenades. He barreled around the group, using Scott and Derek as shields against the blast. The hunter and her husband both frantically looked for their target.
"Ahhhghhh!"
The scream of the hunter to their right died out behind them and was replaced with the sounds of Sheriff Stilinski's rifle. They both turned to see Peter's murderous eyes trained on them as his teeth slid through the dead man's shoulder. Just as a tight lipped Victoria took aim a flick of his head sent the body flying towards her. Chris pushed his wife out of the way and let off a few shots of his own. He was sure he had missed but yet he still saw the wolf hunch as if something had hit him. Turning to check on his wife Chris noticed that Stiles was crouched close to them.
'When had he come up from the back?'
He didn't have anymore time to think about it as a chorus of snarls and growls rippled through the air. Turning back to the scene as both he and Victoria got up he saw Derek being flung away from the Alpha.
Derek and Scott had recovered from the after effects of Victoria's flash grenade and had joined the fight. Taking an opening Stiles had created by landing a boosted blow to Peter's shoulder Derek faced his uncle head on striking at his left to distract him while Scott came in from behind. As the black beast shrugged off his attack and flung him away Scott sunk his claws into Peter's closest leg. The pain was audible as the wolf flung his head back, exposed chest then pierced into by two skillful shots from Stiles' father.
Unfazed Peter swiped at the boy attached to his leg. Scott gave a yelp that made Derek wince. Leaping into the air Peter planned to come down fangs first on the Argent couple. Right as he positioned himself over head and prepared to dive a hard force struck him down like before, dropping him from the air. His lips raised into a bloody snarl. 'It's that boy, Stiles.' His train of thought was broken as a searing feeling overtook his back, the result of Derek's claw. He rolled hard into the ground, his crushing weight causing Derek to release his grip, and narrowly missed a series of wolfsbane bullets, two grazing his side. His flesh stung from the effects of silver and the wolfsbane tips.
Chris panicked as he and Victoria rushed to reload. The beast in front of them hunched back on its hind legs and he could tell that he was preparing to lunge straight at them. With that kind of speed if they didn't reload soon he and his wife would both be dead. He slammed the clip just in time to see Peter's legs push him off. 'Shit.'
He could tell from the movement next to him that his wife he only just finished reloading too. Chris braced himself to shield his wife and daughter with his body when a scream tore into his ears. The pain from the sound so great he couldn't even focus on Peter.
Fangs bared Peter prepared to taste his enemies flesh once again when a shrill noise split his head apart and stopped him in his tracks. Behind him Scott and Derek were writhing in agony from the sound as well. Stiles felt like his head was going to explode. The only thing his hyperactive mind could think about was getting the hell away from here.
Pooft
Suddenly he was back at the clearing with his Jeep. 'I must've teleported on instinct.' His head still hurt but the intense noise was gone, though he could still hear it in this distance. With three already dead their fight against the Alpha wasn't going too well. He prepared to go back when an idea sprang into his head. He had no idea what that sound was but it had given him the perfect opening. Climbing behind the wheel of his Jeep the engine roared to life as he turned the key. "I'm so sorry baby," he said to his trusty Jeep. Determination clear on his face he put her in gear and slammed his foot down on the gas.
Pooft
It had been about a minute and the sound hadn't let up put Peter swore he suddenly heard the sound of an engine and that those were headlights in front of him. Headlights that were coming rapidly closer until they ran straight into him. He couldn't will the air to return to his body as the pressure crushed his rib cage and pinned him against a tree. Just as suddenly as it came the heavy object was gone. He thinks he heard the first sound stop but he was in far too much pain to be sure.
Stiles returned his Jeep to it's parking spot and headed back to the fight all in an instant. Upon his second jump back to the house he was relieved to hear the excruciating noise had stopped. Looking around he saw that everyone was recovering from the onslaught on their ears.
Derek was the first to make his way towards his uncle. Though trying to block out the sound he had opened his eyes just in time to see Stiles and his Jeep careening towards the Alpha wolf and sending him through the air, smashing him against a thick oak. A bloody, gurgling figure was slumped ahead of him. The damage from Stiles' blow had forced Peter back into his human form. A growl built up in his throat as his rage grew from all of his uncle's actions. He wanted to finish this.
"Derek, wait!"
He heard the desperate pleas of Scott behind him as he saw Derek's claws come out but he ignored them. All he could think of was the body he found when he had come looking for Laura. The smoke in his lungs from the fire caused by Kate. He had to be the one to finish this.
"Derek?" a cautious Stiles called after him. Stiles mentally prepared himself to teleport Derek away if he had to so his friend could still have his chance at normal life but a sharp sensation in his arm and chest threw him off balance. The uneasy feeling his magic gave him when his body was at it's limit was coursing through him now.
'Shit! I probably cracked something from the impact.' He lifted his arm to test it out, the pain went down his forearm. 'There's no way I can jump now. '
"Scott! Run!"
"Derek please don't do this! We had a deal!" Scott brought himself up and forced his feet to move him as fast as he could.
Derek finally reached his uncle. He could hear Scott's footsteps pounding behind him. Before him Peter glared at him with cocky eyes. "You won't be able to do this. You're not ready to be an Alpha!" he spat at his nephew.
"Arrrghh!" Derek screamed out all of his fury as he clawed out his uncle's neck, watching the life drop out of his eyes. His body burned as the title of Alpha became his.
Stiles watched heartbroken for his friend as he dropped to his knees when Derek's hand came down, eliminating his chance to become human again."Oh hell," he heard his father say as he ran past him over to practically his other son. Derek turned to face them all and flashed them his newly gained blood crimson eyes. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he took in the look of power and control that was coming off him.
"How could you?!"
Stiles tore his eyes away from Derek to see his father restraining his best friend who was trying to reach Derek in full werewolf form. The new alpha's face held a gaze of indifference but Stiles, who had been closer to those eyes than anyone, swore he could see guilt hiding behind the red.
The sound of a cocking rifle snapped all their attention. Chris Argent stood, gun aimed Derek and Scott. "This wasn't part of our agreement Derek."
"Well, things change."
"I can't have another murderous Alpha and a rogue wolf running around the town," he prepared to fire.
"Now wait just a minute!" The Sheriff stepped in front of Scott to block him from the Argents point of view, hands out trying to appear as peaceful as possible. "Scott's an innocent bystander in all of this who, by the way, helped you. There's no need for any of this."
"I'm sorry Sheriff but we have a code we have to follow, and you promised not to interfere. Now please move out of the way."
"Like Derek said, things changes. Now put the gun down and lets all go home."
"Sheriff, move, don't make me do this."
"Chris this is your choice, you've lost enough, just walk away from this." He slowly lowered his hands towards his own gun.
Sorrow broke through Chris' eyes. "I'm sorry."
Deep sadness tore through his heart to have to do this but the man became an obstacle, and he had a code to follow to make sure his loving wife and daughter stayed safe. He pulled the trigger. A shot echoed out. The man in front of him swayed from the bullet, and then slumped to the ground.
Stiles felt his whole body turn to ice. His dad, the man he looked up to, who spoiled him with french fries and milkshakes, cheered for him even though he was on the bench during lacrosse and dragged him home in the middle of the night when he was up to no good, was laying there, not moving. "No, no, no, no, no," he kept willing for his dad to get up. His dad always got up. Yet still, he wouldn't move. He saw Chris Argent move again and streams of anger and hate rose hot in his throat. His magic flared with his anger, still tinged with that feeling, fighting against him. For once in his life Stiles wish he had a more lethal power that could tear the man in two.
Just as Chris took aim at Scott to fire a second shot a wrenching feeling bloomed in his chest. It felt like something was constricting his heart. Derek noticed the hunter's eyes go wide with panic. Something looked very wrong. Chris held a hand to chest like he was trying to remove something. His jaw clenched as a tremor wracked his his body. The werewolf's eyebrows knotted together in confusion trying to figure out what was going on. Looking past the man he noticed Stiles usually sweet brown eyes, alight with nothing but hate at the suffering figure. He also noticed something else strange, where Stiles' hand should be was instead distorted space. From the rift it looked like something was dripping out- He looked from Chris clutching his chest and back to Stiles's eyes of hate. 'Oh no!'
"Stiles!" Derek rushed towards the hurt teen. 'I can't let Stiles become a killer like this. I can't let him go down this path!'
Chris was trying to catch his breath but the feeling was unbearable. It was like something was squeezing the life right out of him and he felt himself slipping into the darkness. His body wavered and then he hit the ground, mirroring the man across from him.
"Daddy!" Allison rushed to her father's aide
Derek reached his brunette and wrapped him in a tight hug, embracing him as with as much warmth as he could. "I'm sorry Stiles. I'm so so sorry. It's ok. Don't do this. I'm here," he cooed gently into his hair. "Don't be like him, please. Please Stiles let it go. Just let it go."
Hearing Derek's voice crack snapped Stiles out of his trance. He didn't know what happened, just that during the anger coursing through him at Chris he suddenly felt something warm a pulsing in his hand. Something he just wanted to crush and squeeze the life out hoping it would make him feel better. Sinking into the warmth from Derek's body he felt all of his anger leave him and was replaced with empty sorrow. Lifting his hand up behind Derek he noticed it was covered in dark red liquid, almost like blood. He heard Allison's cries behind him, and instantly knew what he had done. Past his bloodied hand he saw his best friend hunched over the body of his father, Scott shaking with sobs, and felt his hot tears come on too. He trembled against Derek. He didn't have the energy to move.
"His heart's still beating, but very weak. I strongly suggest you take this chance to leave and let all of this go. It's over."
Victoria looked up from where she was holding her husband's face at the man embracing the Sheriff's son. He didn't turn around to look at her, just stroking his hand down the back of the crying boy. She looked over to see her daughter's boyfriend crying over the Sheriff, and Allison crying over her father. She realized that Derek was right. There had been enough bloodshed. tonight. She needed to take her family home. "Lets go Allison, we need to get your father to a hospital."
Derek held onto Stiles as tight as he could while he let everything go. He silently wished he knew a way to make all of this ok.
There it is, hope you all liked and enjoyed! Leave a review and tell me what you think. Going to start getting into some season 2/3 stuff soon now which I can't wait to start writing.