Derek and Peter fount until they were tired, it took a while for that to happen. They panted and the fighting stopped for a while. It took a few days for the shoving matches and arguing to stop completely, but in the mean time Derek was making sure to keep Peter away from the fake Isaac. But Elliot was surprised by how easy it way to keep everyone in the dark. It wasn't hard pretending to be both Scott and Issac, as long as they didn't need to be in the same place at the same time. He began to wonder if you could pull off being three people at once, it would be harder seeing at the group all mingled together. Three people would be more challenging and he didn't want to risk getting found out.
He let out a sigh and walked out of the bed room, he looked at Derek who was texting Stiles, he texted him whenever anyone was around that was no one could listen in on what they were saying. Elliot kept his eyes down as he walked by him. It was sickening how mingled together the Alpha's scent was with that human. He wanted to mess with them. Elliot walked out the door and found Peter standing next to the door, staring out into the woods. "Where do you go when you leave?" Peter asked.
Elliot looked over at him. "What are you talking about." He said looking forward again. Peter snarled silently under his breath.
"Do you really think that no one would notice you leaving for hours on end. So where are you running off to, are you going to see Scott." He asked and moved so he had the teenager against the side of the house. Elliot stared him in the eyes, he couldn't lie the former alpha would know if he did and he would be done for. Everything he had worked so hard to do would all be over with one tiny lie, it would all fall apart. So he did the only thing he could think of, he kissed him in hopes that it would distract him.
It worked for only a short moment before he felt their mouths part. "Why did you stop?" Elliot asked pressing against him. Peter sniffed him, right at the base of his neck. Elliot felt his heart jump in a quick spark of fear.
"You taste...different...and you smell different." He growled in his ear. Elliot's heart began to race, he slipped up, he didn't get all of Isaac right, he was done for. He tried to relax he had to get out of this somehow. He knew his heart was beating faster and he knew that Peter could here it. "Well Isaac is there something you would like to tell me."
He couldn't risk attacking Peter nit with the others just on the other side of that wall. The only think he could do was play victim and pray that Derek would deal with Peter. "Let me go! I said let me go!" He howled out and struggled against him. Peter tightened his hold, he wanted the boy to answer his question, why was he the same. Something wasn't right and he was bond to figure it out, this Issac was different. Peter sighed and released him, Issac's screaming would bring trouble. This Issac stared at him before walking off, there was an expression he saw in those eyes that he never once saw before in Issac's eyes. It was a look of blood lust, of pure craving hatred, it was an expression Peter knew well for it was one that he knew on his own face. The lines of the expression were still fresh on his skin, he didn't think it was possible for someone like the teen to feel such a way.
Peter turned and walked in, he kept his thoughts on Issac to himself, he still wasn't sure what was happening, all he knew or at least what he believed was that something was seriously wrong here. He began to think, his mind wondering, was the Issac he made love to even really him. His scent, his taste, it wasn't right, nothing was right about this morning.
Elliot could hardly get himself to relax after his close call with the former Alpha. He sighed and got as far from the burnt up house as he could before he had to stop to breathe. Peter had figured it out, he was sure of it. He would have to be careful now, he had a pretty good idea that Peter would not allow himself to be alone while he was near. Elliot let a growl out, everything he had worked so hard for was going to be gone, everything was going to go to hell now. He began to walk again, he was going to have to move his plan on faster, he had to capture Stiles before it was to late. He had to kill them before his whole plan, his revenge, everything went up in smoke.
Elliot changed his shape to the form he first used to attract Issac to him, he liked this shape seeing that it was of his own creation. It took forever to get to the house on foot, when he got there he sat down with them, he stared at the wall between the two. "I'm sorry to tell you this but I will be killing you both soon. But first Stiles, Stiles has to be the first to die...then you Issac, then Scott." He told them both, he sighed yet again and leaned back in his chair. He longed for his lost love but the fact that his revenge was so close left a sweet feeling that warmed his soul. Eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Blood would be repaid, his pain would be felt, Derek would know how he has suffered because of his hand.
This hands of his he would take everything from him He craved for murder he longed for, he could see why his love had enjoined it so much, there was a thrill to it like noting he's ever felt before. He could feel the motion of the adrenalin coursing though his flesh, it warmed it and excited him. "I'll gut him, getting just the fat around his internal organs. He'll die slow but he will die...you guys will watch as I do it. I want you to see me rip his heart out and eat it. Hearts have such a glorious filling flavor. I'll paint you with his blood, I will make you taste his flesh." Elliot muttered under his breath, he kept his head down and laughed.
He wanted to kill now, he was shaking with desire. He had to feel the sensation of warm blood on his hands, under his nails, his mouth, he wanted to hear what it would sound like as he tore his skin from his body. He was ready to kill, he was ready for there to be death, his revenge was coming. He stood and walked to Scott. The two were speaking but for some reason his could not hear their words, his thoughts were to far gone for him to notice anything of his surroundings. He dug his nails deep into Scott's side, drawing a small amount of blood.
He walked away, looking at the fluid that lightly coated just the very tips of his fingers. He stuck his fingers into his mouth and slowly sucked the blood off. He licked the corner of his mouth and began to laughed. He went upstairs and lingered around the house for awhile, he was tired and was quite ready to leave yet.
Before he decided to leave he paid the boys one last visit, mostly to cut them up a bit and get a little drink of their blood. "Next time you idiots see me I won't be alone...until next time." He laughed and walked up the stairs. Elliot made the walk back to the Hale House, he looked up at the broken window. Peter was staring down at him. He was terrified of this werewolf.
Elliot entered the house, his heart beating fast within his chest. He quickly found another member of the pack to shield himself with. He stuck close to Erica, who was puzzled by the behavior. Nevertheless, she allowed the fake Issac to share her bed with her and Boyd. He slept in the bed with the two Betas spooned up against him at each side. He felt safe now that he had them, Peter would not risk attacking him when he was with anyone. No one would believe that he wasn't the real Issac, they would turn on the old bastard. He laughed softly before closing his eyes and drifting off into sleep.
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Hey everyone I just wanted to say sorry for taking so very long to update this, I've just been having problems at work and because of that I've been having problems sleeping. This new guy we have is a former Maurine and a total asshole. I respect what he did for our Country but he had no right to think that he is all high and mighty.
He sucks at his job, the only way I'm sure something got done is if I do it myself and last night he made the same sandwich three times, each time it was wrong so I had to stop what I was doing in order to make it for him because he couldn't handle it. He'll give me this huge list of things to cook when he only has one sandwich to make and he won't do anything on his own.
If I ask for help or ask for something on a rush (which is rare cause I've been there almost a year now and I'm pretty damn good at my job) He tells me to wait a sec...but he never does! He'll be doing something that could wait like cleaning a spot of mustard.
Everyone there hates him and his bad attitude, no matter how much the managers yell at him it does no good. I've tried to explain to them that because he is former military and a Maurine at that, yelling will not faze him, they are used to being yelled at, you have to punish them like children (poor choice of words but in his case its true). Writing him up or cutting hours will be the only way he'll learn.
But working with this idiot is causing me so much stress that I'm having stomach problems again, even threw up.
Sorry for such a long and bitchy Author's note, I just thought you guys should know what's been up. Well please review.