Hey guys! I would love to thank all the fans of my story, all the people that have reviewed and are following! This chapter is dedicated to you guys because this is where Alex and Derek finally meet. And I am definitely glad to hear that you guys are enjoying a story that doesn't involve a high school love interest for Derek J So without further ado….
In all honesty, Alex really wanted to head back to her hotel room with a bottle of tequila. As deceiving as the bottle looked, the clear liquid held a burning pain that she craved. It would be a welcomed distraction for her; giving her the time to drift away. Wallowing in the pain of heartache was at times pathetic and at others, she needed it. The deep throb of a breaking heart was painful, but it was emotion; a human trait that she had long ago tried to abandon.
Her feet managed to carry her back to her abandoned bike, seemingly able to avoid the majority of the human crowd. Her arms were so close to turning her around, heading towards the liquor store that sounded so good. She had been close to convincing herself that heading back to her motel room was a great idea. Fate had other plans; particularly in the form of a crappy jeep.
Sitting upon her bike, she watched as the jeep carelessly drove away from the chaos. The scents from the two idiots earlier assaulted her nostrils; a third contributor was now confusing her senses. It certainly was human but it housed an underlining scent that she couldn't place.
She tossed her head back and took a deep breath. This was where she could say screw it and head back to her bed or she could follow the jeep. Perhaps seconds ticked by faster for those who didn't know what their decision would be but she had already made her decision. She had made it the instant she had gone into the club to protect the two of them.
Swerving her bike around she raced through the back alleys, rushing to get ahead of the vehicle. Dodging empty trash bins, she kept her eye on the passing streets. Litters of spoiled newspaper passed beneath her wheels, spewing back onto the deserted pavement. The night air flew through her leather jacket, chilling her heated skin.
The boys were leaving the hub of town, opting to take the main road through the lush forest. Needing to get ahead of them, she pushed her bike to take the dirt access road just beyond the lip of the woods. Pine trees fly by, seeming to move of their own accord, getting out of the way of the speeding demon. Turning her head to the left, she watched as the jeep continued to fall behind. Praying her plan wouldn't go to shit, she shot through the edge of the woods, skidding her bike to a complete stop in the middle of the street.
Stiles' grip on the steering wheel tightened with each passing mile. He could admit that getting into trouble was kind of a specialty for him. Well, him and Scott, but it seemed each earth rotation brought along a new enemy.
Derek was already a little too much to handle. The guy was straddling the line of good vs. evil quite frequently. Stiles rubbed his forehead, briefly remembering the time it had become intimate with his own car courtesy of said werewolf. "I still say we just kill him."
"No we're not killing him!"
"Ok!" Stiles sighed, mumbling a few choose curse words. Scott and his self righteous ways, admirable most of the time, was currently a pain in his ass. "I've got a plan."
"Is it illegal?"
Stiles shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Rotating his head rather violently towards his friend, he greeted him with raised eyebrows. "Don't you think that's a given by now?"
Scott threw up his hands, clearly frustrated. "I'm just trying to be optimistic."
"Don't bother. Whoa!" Movement from side of the road startled Stiles. A motorbike appeared from nowhere, clearing the low hanging tree line. Skidding it's tires, it came to a complete stop in the path of his jeep. Swerving his steering wheel, he slammed his foot upon the brake, drifting his car to the opposite lane.
Smoke billowed from beneath his tires, screaming in protest of the abrupt stop. Jackson moaned from the back, seemingly still unconscious but now stuck between the floor and the bucket seats.
"Oh dude, what the hell?" Scott unceremoniously pulled himself up from the floor, his legs slightly cramped from the tight squeeze he had managed to slide into. Stiles still sat unharmed in the drivers seat, but rubbing his forehead vigorously from apparently hitting his steering wheel.
"Some bike tried to kill us!"
"What?" Scott focused his eyes to the road in front of them. He hadn't noticed any bike. In fact, he had been paying so much attention to the Jackson situation that he hadn't been listening to his wolf senses.
Straining his eyes, he looked past the smoke, searching the road. Straddling the yellow line, stood a motorbike. It's slick black body easily hiding against the dark cover of night. Sucking in a deep breath, Scott focused on the empty drivers seat. Where was the rider?
"Hey." Slipping out a girlish shriek, Stiles slammed his body back into Scott. The scream sent the woman stumbling back from the jeep door, covering her ears with her hands. "Oh my god, you scream like a girl!"
Stiles' lips slammed shut in protest of the girls' insult. Both boys, still huddled against the opposite door, stared open mouthed upon the woman staring back at them. Stiles tilted his head to the side, taking in the leather jacket and short black hair. "Oh you're the chick that manhandled me at the club!"
The woman huffed impatiently. "Don't you have to be a man first for that to work."
Stiles yet again was silenced by the woman, his mouth open like a fish gasping for air. Shaking his head for a second, he shoved Scotts arms to the side and straightened his back. "Touche."
Scott kept an intimidating glare in her direction. He could care less it was female, all he could smell was wolf. Her confident stance beside the jeep embodied power; her small frame hid it well. "What do you want?"
The woman met his glare with a satisfied smirk, "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Oh yeah? Is that why you ran us off the road?" Stiles raised an eyebrow and glanced back at Scott, his stare was still fixated on the female werewolf. Fumbling with his seatbelt, he fought the thick thread trying to free himself from it's constraint.
"You ran yourself off the road." She was calm, sickly calm, and it confused Scott to no end. Her whole demeanor gave truth to her declaration, but he knew better. Every werewolfs' body stayed coiled for action, their muscles tight and languid beneath their skin. Her height definitely gave her an advantage. She barely breached the five foot mark, giving her the appearance of someone fragile. Her eyes startled him the most; such a deep brown they were almost black.
The closing of the jeep door shook Scott from his distracting observations. Stiles was now standing outside with the unknown werewolf stranger. "Stiles!"
Scott jumped from the jeep, striding over to stand in front of his friend. Blocking his best friend from prying eyes, the strange woman smirked at him again. "Scotts the name right?"
He nodded his head automatically, accessing for any movement she might make to attack him. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm trying to help you."
"Help us with what?"
"Oh I don't know….how bout the unconscious teenage boy in the back of your jeep that just happens to turn into a giant ass reptile."
Stiles slammed his body up against the side of his jeep, his arms flailing desperately to open the doors. "Oh dude I totally forgot about Jackson!"
Both Scott and the mystery woman watched Stiles struggle with the dead weight of the teenage boy. He moved each of his limbs carefully hoping to keep the blanket wrapped in place but it proved unsuccessful. His final shove to get him back onto the bench seat exposed Jackson to the world.
"Oh my god!" Stiles jumped back from the jeep pressing his palms deep into his eye sockets. "We need to get this guy some pants!"
She had tried so hard to keep it in, trying to stay calm and non threatening to the two boys. The horrified look on the human boys face was priceless and she burst out laughing. It didn't resound from her gut but it was real and it was coming from her. Alex hadn't laughed in forever, her mood constantly stuck in neutral to keep her alive.
Stiles and Scott stood back, watching her as she walked away from the jeep still laughing. She had left her bike in the middle of the road, and though she couldn't hear any approaching cars, she couldn't stand the idea of someone accidentally hitting it. Then she'd have to get violent.
Wheeling her bike over to the two boys, she kicked out the stand, setting it in place. "Well besides getting him some pants, what do you plan on doing with him?"
She watched as Scott turned around to look at his friend; who was still vigorously rubbing his eyes. "Why do you want to know?"
Alex sighed heavily, Scott was driving her crazy. For him to assume she was dangerous was smart. She was dangerous, she was an Alpha, completely capable of killing both the boys before they could finish taking a breath. Her current actions, though questionable, had nothing to do with violence. "Do you even know what you are dealing with, with that boy?"
"We're not going to kill him if that's what you're suggesting." Scott approached Alex threateningly. Under normal circumstances she would've kicked his ass to show her dominance over him, but he only seemed to be protecting his friend.
Sighing, Alex ran her hand through her short hair. That bottle of tequila sounded so much more appealing right now. "I'm not saying to kill him, but he's dangerous! You don't have the strength to control him! So, again, what are you going to do?"
"We're going to kidnap him."
"Whoa, what?" Scott spun around violently, staring at Stiles. "We're going to do what?"
"Yeah dude, we'll borrow one of my dad's patrol vehicles…
"You mean steal."
"I mean borrow!" Stiles stared back at the Alex. Her smirk clearly showing how much she was enjoying this. "We can keep him locked up inside for everyone's safety until we figure out what we're going to do."
Turning around, Alex choose to ignore the bickering between the two boys. Grabbing the helmet from the back of her bike she straddled the seat, readying herself for another ride. "Alright boys, stealing and kidnapping it is."
"Son of a bitch!" Alex cursed again as she tried to wrap the wires tightly together. It seems she had been doing that a lot tonight. Upon reaching the police station, they had found the gate to the parking lot locked. Having to endure the insistent whining of Stiles to not break it down, both Scott and Alex had to jump the fence.
Alex struck the two wires together, still trying to produce the necessary spark. The slight shock to her body, pushed her mouth to smother more profanities from escaping.
"Where'd you learn to hot wire a car?"
Alex stopped for a brief second to stare at Scott. The young werewolf was in the back of the SUV, searching for sweatpants to clothe their naked friend. "Don't judge and don't learn from me either."
The roar of the engine brought Alex's attention to the front of the vehicle again. Sitting herself as low as she could in the front seat to avoid cameras from seeing her face, she pressed down on the gas. "Hold on Scott."
Scott lost his balance in the back, shouting at her as he bounced around on his ass. Driving through the open gate, she slowed the vehicle down to a stop once they were away from the compound. The rapid thud of feet signaled that Stiles was racing to catch up with them.
Alex stepped out of the SUV, sidestepping to avoid Stiles from ramming into her, she handed the keys off to Scott. "Your turn. I'll be following behind you guys."
Scott took the keys from her, throwing them and the sweatpants to Stiles. Stiles stumbled in the attempt to catch them, barely saving himself from slamming his head against the side mirror. Studying the items in his hands, he raised his eyebrows at Scott. "I already saw Jackson naked. You put them on him."
Tossing the pants back to Scott, he caught them to only throw them back. "Dude we all saw him naked! You put them on him."
Stiles glared at the innocent cloth, trying to figure out a way to not see Jackson's junk one more time. Smiling, he went to throw it at Alex.
"Oh hell no, I'm not doing it."
"Damnit!" Stiles stomped his feet, making his way towards the back of the vehicle where Jackson was chained up.
The sun was rising over the horizon by the time Alex rode back to her motel. The sun glinting off her mirrors caused zero distraction for her, as her mind was somewhere else. Both Scott and Stiles were still in the woods, stuck babysitting the still unconscious Jackson.
Revving her bike, she pushed herself to concentrate on the road ahead of her. Even though she was extremely exhausted, she still felt the incurable need to hit something since she hadn't managed to get her bottle of tequila. She was going to need that after having to listen to those two boys bicker like an old married couple.
Smiling to herself, she could admit to possibly liking them. Sure, they were the real life version of dumb and dumber sometimes but they had heart. A strong, irritating passion to protect those they cared about; an admirable trait she found herself liking in the two of them.
Pulling her bike up to the front of her motel door, she shut it down and stalked to the front door. Her hand hovered above the handle, her body frozen in fear. There was a strange scent emulating from her room; someone was waiting for her. She tried sniffing the air to identify the intruder but they were hiding it well. Their body's unique odor was masked by the unnatural scent of sandalwood.
She took a step back, the energy not indicating a violent individual but the air remained stale. They were conflicted, possibly angry and that meant bad news for Alex. Her energy was pretty spent from her little adventure without the assistance of food.
Sighing, Alex concentrated on her body, extending her claws on both hands. She couldn't prolong it any longer, she knew they could sense her presence outside. She took calculated steps towards the door, keeping her body flat against the wood to avoid a surprise attack. Twisting the handle, she shoved the door open to reveal a male body sitting upon her bed. "Hey."
"Derek."