Chapter 8

Derek took deep breaths, holding the sides of the sink. He turned the tap and rinsed his face, letting the cool water splash against his throbbing temples. His mind was working very fast, shuffling images and everything he saw, egged him towards unbridled rage. He left the sink and lunged towards the hunter, who sat still, firmly tied to the chair.

Derek's eyes flashed a dangerous steel blue, as he slashed the man's chest with his claws once, even before Stiles had realised what was happening. The man screamed in pain and Derek growled, bringing down his claws again. But this time Stiles caught his arm, just inches from the bleeding man.

"DEREK!" Stiles yelled. "Stop! You CAN'T kill him!"

John was still hissing in pain as the wound on his chest stung but he gave Derek the most venomous look he could muster, after he made sure Stiles had a death grip on the werewolf's arm. Derek whipped around to face Stiles, jerking his hand away from the teenager.

"I'll kill that son of a bitch!" Derek yelled. Stiles shuddered. Derek and anger always went hand in hand but he had never seen Derek this angry.

"What? What did you see?" Stiles said, casting a sideways glance towards the hunter. The man's poker face seemed to be cracking, from the pain or he was actually worried, Stiles didn't know for sure.

"Derek? What does he want with the twins?"

Derek's eyes were still blue, fangs out and he growled.

"He," Derek spat, "was their foster father!"

Stiles' mouth fell open. He had always thought that the twins had been some evil creation of Deucalion. Even though Ethan had hinted at a bad childhood, Stiles never really considered it.

"What?!"

All three of them turned to see that Chris Argent had entered the room. The sounds of the brawl had probably alerted him and he had his gun in his hand. He lowered the weapon when he saw that Stiles and Derek were in no immediate danger but Derek's words had caught him by surprise.

Derek took a deep breath and went on to tell them what he saw. With every piece of information that he divulged, he could feel the anger radiating from Chris. Stiles looked like he was going to be sick, and was shell shocked.

"Oh my God!" was the only thing Chris could say.

Derek looked at Chris meaningfully, "We should kill him right here!" Chris stared at the other hunter in disgust and cocked the gun in his hand. John Walsh, who had up until this time, been sure that Stiles would not let any real harm come to him, faded a little. He gulped and spoke up, for the first time since he had been brought in.

"Wait! You don't know the whole story!"

"I know the story alright!" Derek growled.

John shook his head, his eyes trained on the gun in Chris's hand.

"NO! I agree that my sons... well... we weren't model parents. We never wanted to be. To those ungrateful little monsters! But whatever happened, your precious friends are murders! They murdered my sons!"

Derek, Chris and Stiles looked at each other before Derek spoke again, "They should have killed you too! Let us finish that job!"

John seeing his plan was failing changed track. He turned to Chris.

"Look, you are a hunter. You should understand! One fine morning, the boys just barged in, fangs and all, with that fag of an Anderson and attacked us! They killed my family and burned down my house. What would you have done?"

Chris strode forward and angrily pointed the gun to his head.

"I would have found you and killed you, if I had known," he said coolly. Fear flashed across Walsh's face as he felt the cold metal pressing against his temple. But then, Argent lowered his weapon and finally pocketed it. He looked at the angry faces around the room and said, "We are not murders. I'll tell Stilinsky what he has done and we'll make sure that Walsh never has an easy day in prison." His eyes lingered on Derek and his friend nodded, giving his approval. Stiles, who had calmed down by now, was pulling out his phone, he needed to tell Scott everything.

Suddenly Derek turned back to Walsh.

"What did you do to their sister?"

Walsh smirked, his habits resurfacing with the threat of death gone.

"Jenna. She wasn't their sister, but might as well have been. They were best friends. She died in the fire."

Derek stood quietly, staring at the floor. Stiles came up and put a hand on his shoulder, knowing full well that Derek was revisiting the event of the Hale house fire, in his mind. Chris stood quietly, not wanting to remind himself that his sister had killed all of Derek's family.

"How did they turn?" Stiles asked, voicing the only obvious question left.

Walsh shrugged. "Ethan's boyfriend was an alpha. How do you think?"

Ethan turned over in his sleep and his hand landed on someone's head. He opened his eyes with start and realised that his brother had been sleeping with his head on the bed, while he himself sat on the short chair. He smiled when he saw that Aiden had also woken up. Aiden smiled at his brother.

"You're awake!" he said, happily, the relief shining through.

Ethan nodded, "I feel great. It's healed."

Aiden nodded, "You look better too."

"Did you get any sleep before I woke you?"

Aiden laughed, waving off Ethan's concern, "I'm fine! I was just bored." Ethan smirked. His brother would admit to almost anything before anyone could get him to say that he was tired or weak.

Aiden cleared his throat and looked at Ethan seriously.

"I'm sorry! I should have protected you and I failed," he said, his eyes clouding over. Ethan felt his heart ache for his twin and he put his hand on Aiden's cheek.

"No Aiden, there was nothing you could have done. This is not your fault."

"How is it not my fault Ethan? I froze! John had a gun to your head and I just stood there!" Aiden said, anguished.

Ethan sighed, "You had good reason. None of us were thinking straight –"

"Yet you saved my life!"

"So did you! More than once!" Ethan could see that his words were not having the effect he hoped for. He could see his brother was beating himself up mentally and he didn't like it. Ethan reached out and pulled his brother into a heartfelt embrace.

"Aiden, you are the best brother in the world and if I have to do this again, I will. I owe you more than just my life," Ethan whispered softly into Aiden's ears.

Aiden held his brother close and felt tears roll down his cheeks.

"You don't owe me anything, Ethan. I love you."

"I know. I do too!" Ethan said.

AN: This is sort of slow, more about their reactions but I promise, the story will get darker soon! what did you think of this? do let me know!