Chapter Two
Kate
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"If you have enemies, good that means that you stood up for something"
- Eminem
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"What do you mean you didn't take the body?" Kate Argent demanded. Though it seemed like she was calm and collected, the police officers sitting in front of her desk knew otherwise. Her voice was dripping with false politeness and had an underlying threat to it. Her smile was a tool of intimidation, and any act of kindness was a warning. Anyone who worked with her knew that.
Kate Argent was the devil, a monster even worse than the beasts they hunted.
"We didn't think to grab it," one of the men managed to say, careful not to use the word 'he'.
"And why not?" Kate picked up a letter opener, the sharp blade glinting in the office light of the police station.
The youngest of the trio swallowed, "Derek Hale is six feet of solid muscle. We didn't want to carry his body through the rain."
"Didn't want to? I don't want to clean up your mess, but here we are." Kate paused in her pacing to look at the three.
"Ma'am," the oldest cop pleaded, "there is no way Derek Hale is alive. He
had enough wolf's bane in his blood to kill an alpha, three gun shot wounds, and a bat to the knee. He couldn't move, let alone heal and walk away. He's dead."
Kate laughed before stabbing the letter opener into the wooden desk, making the men jump in their seats. "Derek Hale is a survivor, and until I see his dead, burning BODY he isn't DEAD!" She slammed her hands on the desk, before she smiled, "You can go."
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Derek opened his eyes to the sound of dripping water and the smell of rotten wood. The werewolf tried to sit up, but pain shot through his stomach and black spots popped up in his vision. He groaned and set his arm over his eyes.
"I wouldn't be moving too much if I were you." Derek tilted his head and saw a man sitting at a stool by his bedside.
He was African American and had an honest feel about him. Derek rolled his eyes and sighed, "Long time no see Deaton. Did you bring me here?"
Deaton shook his head moving to a dresser on the sidewall where his bag was. He pulled out a syringe and bottle full of unmarked clear liquid. "No, a member of BHR did, a young man. The boy has no business being wrapped up in this war, none of them do."
Derek looked puzzled, "BHR?"
"Beacon Hills Rebellion. That's where you were supposed to go with your sisters. They both made it in one piece, more than I can say for you. Same with your Uncle Peter."
Derek sat up, ignoring the pain that shot through his body, "They're safe?"
Deaton nodded, "That's where you'll be heading once you can walk. Those officers did a number to your knee." The African American joined Derek at his bedside. He pulled out an alcohol swab and cleaned a spot on Derek's arm. "This should take the edge off," and then he injected an unknown substance into the werewolf's body.
"What do you even do for them? Last time I check, you'd retired your title as a druid," Derek stumbled over his tongue; whatever Deaton gave him was fast acting.
"I get things and people to and fro. I'm just a vet you know," Derek resisted rolling his eyes, "It's a safe haven. There's maybe fifty people that have made it down so far, and the grapevine says there's a lot more to come. They need supplies without people starting to get nosy. Can't have the cops snooping around there, can we?
"There's a few of us willing to put our lives on the line, mostly druids like myself. Some are humans with shape shifters in their family. Others are witches who can blend in," Derek wanted to ask more questions, but he doubted the vet would actually tell him the straight truth. The werewolf nodded before drifting off to sleep, the last thing he heard was Deaton dial a number on his smartphone.
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Laura paced back and forth, up and down the loft her and her family had at the BHR base. "He's dead, I know he's dead. Kate got him," she ran a hand through her long black hair.
Her uncle, Peter, sat in the living room of the apartment on a couch, "Laura, you would know if Derek died. He probably just got tied up. He'll be here any minute."
This didn't calm the young woman and her pacing didn't stop, "Laura, please," Peter stood up.
"I don't want the first thing I did as an alpha being getting my brother killed," Laura's eyes stared straight at the ground, tears making the hazel eyes shine.
The man in the room shook his head sadly before embracing his niece in his arms, wanting to do more for her, wanting to protect her from the world.
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Aiden too? Really Jeff Davis! Allison and Aiden?! God, I am too emotionally invested in this show, its just not healthy.
Have you people watched the season finale? What do you guys think? And how will Peter react to Malia? GAH, I can't waituntil June!
XOXO
Luna
PS 6-02-14 These are old chapters with fixed grammar, the newest chapter will be up tomorrow.