Darkest Powers fanfiction
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Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Wow, finally I've finished this chapter. -_- Bah. Well, here it is. (: Oh, and I apologize for the bad language towards the end. Just telling you now. Mary is so not going through a good time right now. *sigh* Poor girl. D: Okay, well, enjoy the chapter and please review! ;D Thaaanks! ^-^

Chapter 19.

The department store served Mary perfectly for her needs. Once the sun had gone down, she snuck into the store and hung around until closing time. When the store was completely empty, she went on a raiding spree.

The first department she went to was the women's clothing. Pulling clothes off the hangers and ripping off the tags, Mary peeled off the ugly green "I LOVE MONTANA" shirt and clasped on a bra and pulled on some underwear. She sighed with relief, glad that her human body wasn't so free anymore. She tugged a white loose v-neck that hugged her chest and pregnant mound, despite the large size, and slipped into a pair of black spandex pants, pulling them over her belly.

She wandered over towards the shoe section, debating whether to take any. Her feet were tough and calloused, and new shoes would only give her blisters, but she finally decided to take a pair of Converse shoes, thinking she'd merely throw them around to wear them out. She gathered quite a few pairs of socks before slipping on a pair so she could break in her new shoes.

She carried her clothes to the travel department, where she stuffed them into a hiking backpack. She grabbed a couple more supplies she thought she'd need before heading towards the food department.

Mary only packed what she'd be able to carry and what would last. She could heat up a can of soup over a fire, though it would require great patience, and she wouldn't care if a box of Twinkies went stale. Shoving some packaged food into her bag, along with some water bottles, she zipped it up and hoisted it onto her back. Weight wasn't an issue; even pregnant Mary could run around with an overstuffed backpack.

"Okay, guys," Mary said aloud to her babies. "We've lingered here too long. Time to go before we run into your douche bag grandpa." She rushed towards the entrance and, with a cringe, crashed through the glass doors, not because she felt pain, but because she anticipated an alarm, but there was nothing.

Mary's face contorted with confusion, but quickly shrugged it off. Today must have been her lucky day. She turned and ran away from town. She'd go south, she decided. Away from Montana, away from Lyle House, and away from the Edison Group.

And away from Derek, she thought sadly.

A low, echoing chuckle tore her from her thoughts, the sinister tone sending a cold chill down her spine as she stood in the middle of the main road of town. Where had it come from? She sniffed out its source, but she could pick up nothing but earth and Twinkies.

"Well, well, look whose back," chimed a smug voice from behind her, footsteps crunching the gravel underneath them. Mary's ears perked up. The voice wasn't alone, but it also didn't belong to her father, which was a huge relief, however the male voice knew who she was, which wasn't any better news.

"Aren'tcha gonna turn 'round to look at us? Might rude to not look at the person whose talkin' to ya," said a second voice—the second pair of footsteps she'd heard. "Didn' yo momma teach ya anythin'?"

Mary's blood boiled at the sound of her mother's name being tossed around so lightly. She clenched her fists at her sides and slowly turned, still baffled as to why she couldn't catch their scent.

A couple yards away from her two men, werewolves, Mary knew, since they had known who she was and knew she was back from running away. She wouldn't put it past them if they were a part of D. Jay's wolf pack. In fact, Mary knew they were.

The first man who spoke out to her was a white man, thought tanned lightly from the sun. His hair was shaggy and blonde, and she noticed thick stubble aligning his chin and upper lip, like D. Jay's. His eyes were almond-shaped and as ocean blue. The second man was African American, and he also had a thick and brawnier build than the white man. His hair was buzzed and his eyes were dark and narrow. Mary recognized the desire that swam in them—he was hungry. Both men were dressed in ragged and torn flannels and jeans, each sporting a pair of mountain boots.

"Oh she definitely Miss Fiona's little girl," the black man mused.

"An' she's got Ralluber's scent all over her," the white man added.

Mary was baffled. Why couldn't she have smelled their scent? Her nose was exceptionally strong, and she would normally have been able to catch the scent of a werewolf. These werewolves were unfamiliar to her; their scents would have been off to her.

"So you are D. Jay's minions, aren't you?" Mary scoffed. "Well, sorry but I can't stay. Got to get going to places don't need to know."

"You ain't goin' nowhere, little missy," the white man said with a twisted smile. "Ralluber's on his way. Can't wait to see you, he said."

"Yeah, well you can go on and tell him that I can definitely wait to see him," Mary muttered.

Both men suddenly started walking towards her. Mary's face twisted with disgust, trying to hide her fear, and backed away. If she ran, they'd chase after her. She was fast, and even though the luggage she carried wasn't heavy to her, the fully grown werewolves would be a lot faster.

But Mary was also a fighter. If one of those werewolves so much as laid a hand on her …

"Well lookee here, Bryne," the black man said to the white. "Li'l Miss Ralluber's got herself quite a load there. Been foolin' 'round with lots o' them boys, haven't ya? D. Jay's not gonna be too keen on this."

Mary snarled at them, and they both chuckled.

"Looks like Li'l Ralluber's a feisty one."

"Shut up!" she snapped, baring her teeth. "I'm getting out of here, whether you or your douche bag leader like it or not. Nobody's gonna stop me." The grinning men immediately frowned and glares took upon their faces.

"What'd you say, girl?" hissed the white man, Bryne. They both darted after her, and Mary instinctively ran. However, just as she suspected, they caught her and quickly. She felt one of them grabbing her backpack, tossing her backwards. She fell on it, thankfully, but her food was smashed. They hovered over her, and her green eyes widened in fear, both hands grasping her mound.

"Stop, stop," she panted desperately as she noticed Byrne's nails extending. "Please … don't."

"Why?" he spat impatiently. "You insulted our leader!" Unlike his comrade, the black man grinned wickedly, crossing his arms over his revealed chest.

"She's carryin' more than just food, ya fool. Miss Mary's got herself a baby inside o' her." He knelt down to her height, and Mary could see herself reflected in his black eyes. She glared at him, but remained terrified of his presence. She wished she'd had more courage, like she normally did. After all, she was only facing off a couple of lowlife werewolves who worked for her father, who was no more a lowlife than these two losers. However it was her twins she feared for. One wrong move and she could very well kill them inside of her.

Byrne's eyebrows lifted to his hairline and cackled. "Ooh-hoo! Wait until Mr. Ralluber he's 'bout this, Rocky. He most certainly won't be too keen 'bout this."

Even right in her face Mary could smell them, and it angered her. What was going on? Why couldn't she smell them?

They noticed her struggling to find their scent and each of them chuckled, sporting twisted grins among their faces. Mary became livid.

"What?" she snapped. "What's with the grins?"

"You can't smell us, can you?" chimed Bryne. Mary glared.

"You know why that is, suga'?" inquired Rocky. "It's because you gotten so used ta yo' daddy's scent that it don't even hit you when you come across it."

"That's ridiculous! I've been away for practically a year. How have I gotten used to it?" she asked as she struggled to get back on her feet, but Byrne kicked her back down, his boot colliding with her shoulder with such a force. A burning pain seared through her shoulder and up her neck. She grimaced and snarled at him, but he merely grinned.

"Because you and yo' daddy share the same scent, suga'," Rocky explained. "Yo' daddy thought it wise to shield ourselves with his scent, knew you'd be able to recognize it so well that you wouldn't pick it up. And he sure as hell was right."

"But you," Byrne continued. "You sure done stink of a damn hospital. What'd you do, bathe in rubbin' alcohol?" He chortled to himself. "That's why it was so easy to seek ya out."

"So I suspect your damn leader's going to come out and greet me, huh?" Mary scoffed, folding her arms. "Say hello to his runaway daughter?"

"Insult D. Jay one more time and I'm cuttin' your throat open," snarled Bryne. Mary laughed and shook her head.

"He's my father. I'll insult him if I want. You both are pathetic." She glanced up at Rocky as well. He sneered at her for a brief second before arching an eyebrow.

"But I'm not the one underneath Bryne, now am I? Pregnant teenage werewolf underneath another man? Kinda slutty, don'tcha think? Now that's pathetic." Mary glared at him, and her breathing grew heavy. She turned her deadly gaze on the blonde man above her.

"Get. Off. Of. Me," she hissed. Bryne produced a grin as well and grasped her throat, his fingers wrapping around it like snakes. Mary's eyes didn't widen, but instead narrowed further, baring her teeth. He pushed her head against the floor and straddled her.

"Goddamn. Sho' is hard to get over this big belly of yours," he said.

"Get the fuck off of me, you bitch!" she screamed.

"The only bitch here is you, Miss Mary. Besides, what're you so afraid of? You got some experience. Where'd you think that baby came from?" asked Rocky.

"What a naughty girl Ralluber's got. This is what happens to girls who run away from their daddies. Now we gotta punish you." Bryne straightened himself just below her mound and Mary watched in fear him unbuckling his pants. Her heart began to race and she instinctively sat herself up quickly, despite the pain in her shoulder. Rocky's hands grasped her shoulders, crushing them with her fingers and she howled as he pinned her to the ground.

"You gonna follow through with yo punishment, girl, no matter what," he whispered in her ear as she watched with terror and despair Bryne unzipping his pants.

"Please … stop it!" she cried. She wriggled in Rocky's grasped and in between Bryne's legs.

"Oh she is a feisty one, Rock," Bryne laughed.

"I'm pregnant. Why the fuck would you do this?" she exclaimed.

"Damn. She got a nasty mouth, too," Rocky said. She watched as they exchanged silent words and literally felt her heart stop beating for a couple of seconds. Their piercing eyes glanced down at her pitiful position and they grinned again.

"You better open wide, sweetheart," Bryne snarled.

Mary began to hyperventilate. No way in hell would she let anyone rape her. She squirmed even harder, trying her hardest to release from their grips. She had to get out this position. She had to get out of this town.

"Get the fuck away from me!" she screamed. "Get off! Get off! Get off!"

"Shut up, you li'l slut," snarled Rocky, slapping her face. Mary's eyes widened. She began to growl, feeling herself Change. The other werewolves felt it too.

"You ain't Changing now!" Bryne exclaimed. "I ain't even started!"

"And you ain't ever gonna!" Mary growled. Her head whipped from side to side, despite the burning pain in her shoulder, and she began bucking her hips to knock Bryne off of her. He pressed on her mound heavily, and Mary screamed again, more in fear than in pain.

"Stop it!" Bryne hissed. "You're gonna behave right now."

"You better keep your fuckin' dick in yo' pants, Bryne," a deep, husky, hoarse voice said from behind Rocky. Both men turned their heads toward the direction of the voice. Mary's heart beat erratically.

Oh no, she thought. Oh no, oh no, oh no … not … him!

Mary reluctantly turned her gaze to the figure leaning against the building across the street. He stepped away from it and out of the shadows. Black-as-death eyes pierced through her, and his lips, which were framed with heavy black stubble, were turned into a wicked grin. His brawny build was fitted into a dirty wife beater, ratty red flannel, and old oil-stained jeans which were tucked into his own mountain boots. Black suspenders draped over his shoulders and he crossed his immensely hairy black arms.

She felt like crying. He was right before her, the very man she hated more than anyone in the world. The man who'd killed her mother and who'd beaten Mary ever since Fiona died. She pressed her palms against her belly as she sat up and scooted away from him as Bryne and Rocky dispersed from her.

The man approached Mary so quickly, any human would have thought he'd teleported from one spot to the other. He knelt to her height, tilting her chin up with the crook of his dirty finger, so that her eyes looked directly in his.

"Well, well. Welcome back, Mary," D. Jay said softly with nothing but malice in his tone as his grin widened sickeningly.