Chapter 2 The Confrontation
It was three in the morning; the moon was high in the sky glaring down an ethereal light upon the small town of beacon hills. There in the unnatural beauty of it all. There on the sidewalk by the sheriff's home stood a dark figure that would ever so often begin to pace around in front of a certain spastic boy's room. Derek had just finished searching the forest with Peter for any traces of the monstrosity that had attacked them earlier, any clues that could lead to the master.
After getting off the phone with Scott, who had convinced him to watch over Stiles tonight; because Scott was both obsessed with keeping Allison safe and being somewhat paranoid. Despite telling Scott that the monster was targeting only the werewolves and that Stiles and Allison was in no real danger at all he curiously found himself standing there in front of Stiles' window watching the summer breeze billow out the pale curtains of the boy's room.
He didn't understand what caused him to begin climbing up the brick wall to Stiles' room, all portions of his brain telling him how pointless and ridiculous this all was. Derek Didn't understand why… why he stood there in the room staring at the sleeping mess of humanity that was Stiles for longer than he should have. He felt himself drawn in and helplessly gazing at the younger man before him. When Stiles let out the most comical murmuring snore Derek was brought back to reality his expression full of surprise not really sure that Stiles had actually just let out such a cartoonish sound.
Derek decided to sit on the floor next to him leaning an elbow on his knee. He couldn't quite place this powerful urge within him to protect this frail human boy before him the one who acted like he could do anything, that tried to help no matter what even when he's beaten, bloodied and helplessly broken; his friend. Derek wasn't used to all this, this overwhelming emotion he hadn't felt since his family was eradicated and the day he lost his sister. He felt a strange bond, a link that wasn't empty. It gripped him now like chains- no it was more like a support than a hindrance. He frowned at the thought; his mind was reeling as he absently drew circles with his finger on the carpet a complete contrast to the person sleeping before him. He was studying Stiles now every movement he made as be breathed ever so softly the sound of his heartbeat a steady drum of white noise that felt hypnotizing, the slight twitches Stiles did as if he had so much energy in him so much life even while he was sleeping. Upon realizing how creepy he was being Derek Cleared his throat and quickly turned his back to Stiles, opting to lean his back on the edge of the bed and stare at the window. "Derek-" He heard Stiles recite his name.
"Sorry, did I wake-" He began, stopping once he saw that Stiles was definitely knocked out and clearly talking in his sleep.
"Derek…. Stop eating my bacon!" Stiles said attempting to push the imaginary Derek in his dream. He simply shook his head in disapproval. "Derek…." Stiles mumbled again this time Stiles did something that caught him off guard. Stiles began making kissy faces to which Derek replied by choking on his saliva. Derek's expression converged into complete and utter surprise as Stiles began to, very sloppily, make out with his pillow. He felt his face get hot and his breath become staggered his mind exploded into a myriad of insane thoughts that darted around like a bolt of lightning surging through a complex maze of copper wires that ended abruptly on the idea of Stiles kissing him. Stiles' arms were grasping almost desperately to the back of the pillow, body grinding, voice moaning. Derek gulped as he watched Stiles mouth move across the fabric. And then- "Lydia" he heard the boy say. He sighed in relief but felt something tug on the strings of his mind as he turned back around and began to doze off into a light slumber listening to the soft breathes and a hypnotic drumming heartbeat. He dreamt of warm feelings caused by the smile of a blurry person he couldn't quite see.
There was an old abandoned church hidden in the forest remnants of an old town; wooden pillars and stone walls scattered across the leafy ground. The place was hidden by a thick brush and heavy fog. The wind howled ominously the sound of wings disturbed the silence, many many wings, leathery wings of creatures that littered the treetops. Four figures stood in silence looking up at the snarling beasts above them. Red eyes flashing in the tree tops returned by the four below. "We've found you, you little bitch! Come out of that dump and have the decency to confront us face to face." The female in the group demanded her eyes glowing a fierce red. To this the monsters screeched a clamor of terrible sounds. Two males let out a terrifying roar commanding silence. A moment of silence passed before the doors to the old church opened. A small girl maybe in twelve years of age emerged. She had long blond hair wearing a simple white dress she was holding a thick book covered in runes her eyes remained closed. A man followed he had dark brown hair that was slicked back, he had a handsome pale face and wore a black suit. Their appearance was like complete opposites but both shared an almost ethereal beauty. "I assume that since you are out here you've taken measures to keep us at a safe distance." The leader of the four spoke his eyes focused on the ground between them and the two.
"Mountain ash, eh?" one twin said
"Do you really think that will keep us from you?" the other twin followed their eyes glowed a cold blue as they criss crossed with each other approaching the other two. They sped up their pace and lunged. Several bat like creatures came down throwing the twins away from the girl and the man. They tossed the creatures aside swiftly and resumed their approach again. Both kicked the ground between them and the girl lifting up the mountain ash from its circle.
The female alpha lunged forth taking her alpha form her claws bared just as she was about to reach the small child. The little girl opened her eyes a pitch black empty pair of eyes stared down at the alpha as a bolt of lightning came down striking the three back against different trees with a heavy resounding thud. The three groaned in slight discomfort slowly recovering from the blast.
"Do not misunderstand us Halflings" The girl spoke. "WE did not set up that barrier to keep you from us. We do not fear you it is only there so that we are not ambushed" she closed her eyes again silencing the rolling thunder in the sky.
The Leader of the alphas stood there between the three that were struck down and the small girl. "You sent those things after us?" he said pointing up at the bats. The girl quirked her head to the side in response. "Do you know who you're dealing with little girl? Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with fire?" silence was all he received as a reply. "Well it isn't really my style to kill children, but when they're trying to kill me it's not really in my best interest to let them live" he let his claws out the bats came down like a cloud of darkness swirling around the Alpha leader. "You think these weaklings can stop me?" he roared lunging at the creatures tearing them down each one dropping to the ground like flies against an electric lamp. The defeated ones created a pool of darkness on the ground swirling around the Alpha's feet pulling him down. The twins lunged forth after recovering from the daze pulling him out of the pool of darkness. Claws rained down against claws, wings' fluttering until it was silence again. The girl's eyes were open again she stared at them curiously. "You don't smell human" He said to the two. "You smell like death, like a corpse that's been rotting for more than a year- now why is that?" A bolt of lightning came crashing down but this time they dodged it. The bolts came down like rain now the Alpha pack almost barely able to avoid being struck. Stones, trees, and pillars crashing about in the destructive path.
"Azzariel it's time for us to make our leave." The girl said to the man behind her as she turned around making her way to the church again followed by the man.
"Oh no you don't!" all four of them ran after them ripping through the remaining minions to the door, tearing it from its hinges. The girl stood in front of a mirror her body almost halfway through the man stood there between her and them a weapon drawn and something else in his hand. The twins came from the sides the female lunged forward and the alpha came from above. The man opens his closed hand and proceeds to blow a blue dust from his hand, wolf's bane. They all miss him disoriented by the poison, Azzariel quickly jumped into the air kicking the twins hard sending them flying, a fist shoving Kali back and the blade cutting their leader across the chest . The girl was in the mirror now staring at them with those empty eyes.
"It is a shame that my body has limitations otherwise you Halflings would all be dead right now" they managed to get up to attack the man who was now easily slipping through their attacks, slashing them with the deep blue blade. Their injuries were no longer healing. "Azzariel, if you find that you are unable to defeat them return to our side. Mother will be displeased if you die" the man nodded as the girl vanished from the mirror. He was swift slashing them at their joints slowing them down he was like an evil gale of blades, continually stunning them with wolves bane.
"Ethan! Aiden!" Kali, the female Alpha yelled as she saw the twins get stabbed in the throats both collapsing to the ground. "Deucalion! We can't lose here like this!" Azzariel slowly walked to Kali his blade dripping with their blood. She was no longer able to move from her injuries and the poison in her lungs. "Deucalion!"
A wooden bench came flying at Azzariel who swiftly jumped over it but was struck by another bench causing him to slam hard against the stone wall. Deucalion was in full alpha form now standing above Azzariel. His claw was swift aimed at the man's stomach. Then something strange happened Azzariel melted like the shadows black tendrils sweeping through Deucalion's claws materializing by the mirror. Azzariel managed to avoid a fatal blow but was holding his bleeding side. His blood was black and the claw mark the Deucalion had made on his body was smoking as If his body was rejecting turning. But it was, his body was rejecting the werewolf infection. Azzariel's eyes were glowing white now an angery expression over his face and something was growing on his back, there were wisps of shadows that looked like feathers. The smoke from the claw injury was gone now but Azzariel was still bleeding. "It seems its a draw this time little halflings" He said as he began to melt into the mirror. "The next time we meet it won't be four against two. Your days are numbered" His voice echoed through the church vanishing through the mirror.
"Is he kidding, two against four? It was more like thirty two against four with those bat things." Kali sighed after catching her breath as she slowly got up. "You got a lighter? This wolves bane is a bitch" Deucalion tosses her a red lighter as she picks up some of the blue powder on the ground and burns it up inhaling the smoke to neutralize the toxins, her injuries begin healing almost instantly. She does the same for the twins who are incapacitated. "Well that was brutal. Do you know who they were?"
"No" Deucalion whispers glaring at a symbol engraved on the wooden back of the mirror it was a sword with an alpha symbol running through an omega symbol feathery designs circling it with Latin inscriptions intricately hidden within it. It read 'Primogenitus terra,per omnia saecula nos tueri sanguinis'. "But I have an idea where to start looking."
Chapter 2 End