Sorry, but my Original Characters are getting a little more 'screen-time'. I needed a believable antagonist in my story, and to bring it forward, I just had to. I'm not to crazy about OCs myself, but this is necessary.
After getting rid of the body, Chris and Derek goes their separate ways. Chris decides to share the information he has with the teenagers, and they all want to help out. In the hospital, Melissa takes care of Stiles. Derek eventually shows up, clean and fresh. He is contemplating on making a move that can change everything.
As soon as they had finished the job, Chris stripped down and dived into the lake. Derek stared at him dumbfounded. A few seconds later, he came up of the water and dug through his bag. "I'm sorry, I should have told you to bring a change of clothes." He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. "You have to get home and clean up. You probably have to disinfect your car also."
He grabbed the pile of clothes he'd left on the bank and thew them in the water. "I really liked that shirt," he said as they watched the clothes float away. "We're done. Let's go back." He turned towards Derek and repeated: "Go home and change before you meet anybody. The stench will stay with you."
They drove back in silence. Derek left Chris at the street-corner where he'd picked him up. After repeating himself again about the change of clothes, Chris took off towards his house.
Derek was actually planning on following Chris' demand, but when he sighted the hospital, he had to stop. He needed to know if Mr Stilinski was still alive, and he wanted to be with Stiles. He'd not expected to be chased away by Melissa McCall but in hindsight, he could understand her. He really did stink.
In the loft, he threw the clothes into the washing machine before he took a quick shower. He wanted to get back as soon as possible. He'd promised the sheriff to take care of his son, and even if Mrs McCall behaved like an angry lioness, she could not protect him against the threats.
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Scott was doing his best to stay out of the living room, so he volunteered to get more drinks. He took his time. He'd watched 'The Notebook' before, and had no urge to watch it again. Through the first half of it, Allison and Isaac had managed to stay composed, but when Scott noticed that both of them were wiping tears out of their eyes, he'd jumped out off the couch. "I need a drink. Anybody?"
He didn't get an answer, so he just ran to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see what was in there. He just needed a distraction. Sappy love stories was not his idea of a good time.
When Chris Argent came through the door from the garage, Scott got startled. He managed to remain calm until the scent hit him. It was a faint smell of bunt flesh, but that wouldn't have caught his attention if it wasn't for the whiff of Derek hanging in the air around Chris.
"Did you kill him?" Scott didn't even mean for the words to get out, but he couldn't help it. He worried about what Stiles would do to himself if this was the truth. After the recent events, it didn't sound plausible that Chris had gone out for a quick kill. Even if the two of them weren't besties, Chris and Derek both wanted to keep the town safe. "Sorry, but I can smell him... together with..."
"Fuck it!" Chris' exclamation came out as a grunt. "No, I did not kill him. Derek helped me with something." He threw a peek into the living room. "Just go back there. It's nothing.."
Scott shook his head and reached for a coke in the fridge. "Seriously? You want me to get your daughter in here to ask what happened?" He knew that he was pushing it, but surprisingly enough Chris gave in immediately.
"Derek killed one of them. We just got rid of the body." Chris was whispering as he kept an eye on the door to the living room. "I didn't want to inform you because..." he sighed heavily, "you guys deserve to be... teenagers."
-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Stiles knew he was experiencing a panic-attack. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he couldn't feel. 'Scrub the last entry.' He could feel. He could feel his chest tightening. He could feel the ache in his heart. He could feel the hard cold floor under the palms of his hands, and he could feel that Melissa was trying to pull him up. He could also feel the stinging pain from the slap on his cheek. "Stiles, Stiles! Listen!"
Surprised to discover that his ears were working again, he turned towards the sound of Melissa's voice. She was practically screaming: "He is still alive. Listen to me!" Stiles opened his eyes. Everything was blurred. He saw a set of lips moving, but it seemed like everything was out of sync. The words coming out of her mouth didn't reach his ears fast enough.
"They revived him, He's still alive." Finally, he managed to grasp what she was saying – or rather yelling – and he calmed down somewhat. Still not able to speak, Stiles lifted his hand to his cheek. It was burning hot. Melissa must have hit hard.
He looked up at the green-clad figure next to him. The guy seemed a little distraught. He was probably not used to dealing with freaked out teenagers. He was probably not used to dealing with people at all, unless they were unconscious on the operating table.
Stiles made an honest effort to apologize, but Melissa cut him off. "It's okay." She sat down on the floor and cradled him in her arms. "He's still not in the clear, but they are doing their best."
Stiles just wanted to lay down on the floor and stare at the ceiling. It would prevent him from hurting himself when he collapsed. So his dad was alive – for now – but it could change instantly. Stiles hitched his breath when he realized that it could only take minutes before he was an orphan.
Melissa's arms were still wrapped around him. She was trying to get him on his feet, but Stiles felt perfectly fine sitting on the floor. No matter what happened, he would be safe there in her arms.
Derek's arrival didn't change that. Stiles looked up briefly and gestured for him to sit down with them. After a second of hesitation, Derek squatted next to them and reached his hand out to touch Stiles' shoulder. Stiles grabbed his wrist and pulled him in, and for an extended period of time the three of them just sat there, holding on to each other.
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"He's not back yet." The man sounded slightly distressed, but then he sighed and continued with a calmer voice. "He could be in hiding, but I had expected a call." The woman on the other end got up from the extravagant leather couch, prominently placed in the huge living room. "He was... inexperienced. Could he have screwed up?"
She opened a humidor and picked up a Cuban. "I warned you about being too eager." She rolled the cigar between her thumb and forefinger before she put it back and picked another. "You should have done it yourself, but for now... we just have to wait and see."
The line was quiet for a long time, and she pressed the speaker-button before she put the phone down on the table. Then she grabbed the cigar-cutter and used it with great skill. "I'm not gonna interfere in this. I'm planning how to get the Argents. Taking out Stilinski was your job."
Benny, or was it Denny – She couldn't even remember his name – took his time answering. He was just a fresh out out the womb Alpha with serious commitment issues. After losing their leader, he'd contacted her to help them seek revenge. He was not willing to give up his status and join her pack, so she'd reluctantly agreed to help him.
She knew that if they formed a new Alpha pack, she would be the born leader. Derek Hale had tried to be a leader of a pack, but he'd screwed up majorly. The McCall guy was like a baby. He didn't even realize that he was an Alpha before Derek told him. She chuckled a little to herself as she reminisced eavesdropping on the conversation between the two.
"I'm sure it will work. Maybe he didn't get a chance yet." She startled a little when Denny – or Benny – eventually started talking again. "Yeah, maybe." She picked up the little torch she used to light a cigar. "Just get it over with. I want Stiles Stilinski out of the equation."
The tremble in her hand as she lifted it to light the cigar was not welcomed. "He's disturbing the whole deal. Take him out!" She threw the cigar back into the humidor and cursed to herself. Derek Hale had made his way under her skin. She knew perfectly well that it wasn't mutual, but if Stilinski died, things could look different.
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Allison was slightly annoyed by herself. She tried to hide that she was wiping a tear out of her eye. She'd participated in choosing the movie – she really liked it – but she'd thought she'd be able to compose herself. She' done well until Isaac started sniffling next to her. After throwing a peek at Scott, she realized that he was not into the movie at all. Shortly after, he made a lame excuse to leave the room.
Allison contemplated on following him, but when Lydia grabbed her arm and sobbed rather loudly against her shoulder, she stayed put.
A few minutes later, she noticed that Isaac straightened himself up a bit. She gave him a quick glance and could see that he had his head cocked, as if he was listening for something. His eyes were fixed on the kitchen door, but when he noticed that Allison saw him, he turned to her immediately. "What," she whispered, earning a slap from Lydia. "Shush."
Isaac shrugged a little and turned back to the screen. "Nothing. It's nothing." He sighed and shifted a little in his seat. Allison noticed that he seemed a bit antsy, and she knew he'd heard something. She shook herself loose from Lydia's grip and got up. Isaac was obviously about to stop her, reaching a hand out for her, but then he just sighed and leaned back against the cushions on the couch.
When Allison entered the kitchen, her dad startled visibly, but he composed himself fast. She measured him and wondered about his outfit. "What's going on? Have you been out?"He looked down at himself and gave her a lopsided smile. "Yeah, uh, no." She could see that he threw a quick peek at Scott before he shook his head. "Just took the trash out." Then he vigorously scratched the back of his head. "Just finish the movie, I have to make a couple of calls." He started to walk away, but Allison grabbed his shoulder. "There's something you're not telling me."
Chris turned to her and nodded hesitantly. "Yes, there is. I'll be back to fill you in, but just finish the movie. I'll be back."
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Stiles was curled up in that little couch with Derek's arms wrapped around him. Melissa had left them for a moment to check what went on with Mr Stilinski. It had been almost two hours since the surgeon – or whatever he was – had been there. Not that Stiles had payed any attention to the time, but Melissa obviously had. She'd reminded them about it before she left. "It's been too long, I'm gonna find out."
She had been sitting next to Stiles, holding his hand. Before she got up she'd pushed him further into Derek's embrace. "If he, I mean... uh. He's probably still alive, or else we would have been informed." She'd given Stiles a pat on the thigh. "Hang in there. Have hope."
Derek and Stiles hadn't exchanged many words during the time they had been sitting there. Stiles had noticed that Derek had been reluctant to talk about the incident, but he'd made it clear that he'd take full responsibility for it. Personally, Stiles wasn't in any shape to hand out blame, but could understand what Derek was thinking.
He lifted his head and looked up at Derek. "It wasn't your fault. Don't even think that." Stiles wiped a lingering tear off his cheek. "You couldn't know..." He stopped when he felt Derek shifting a little in his seat as if he was about to get up. He held on to Derek's arm to prevent it.
"It could have been you. He was after you." Derek ripped himself loose from the grip and covered his face with his hands, leaning his elbows on his knees. "I had one task. It was to keep you safe. I didn't even manage that." He sighed heavily. "Scott would have done a better job, I'm sure."
Stiles got a little thrown by the defeat in Derek's voice. He leaned forward a little and put his hand on Derek's thigh. "I am safe. I feel safe with you. What happened was just... Dad wasn't... He was drunk, he made a mistake. Who could have known?"
Derek got up abruptly and clenched his fists. "I should have known. I should have sensed it. If I hadn't been that careless, I would have known that someone was out there." He paced a little before he turned to Stiles and repeated. "I had one task." He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know how many they are, or how strong they are. They want me in their pack. Maybe it's better..."
When Stiles realized what Derek was getting at, he jumped up from the couch and grabbed on to Derek's shoulders. "Don't say that. You don't want that. I don't want that." Gently, Derek pushed Stiles away. "I can make them promise not to hurt you. I can join them on that condition. If I can't protect you, I have to stay away from you."
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
When Chris came back to the living room, the four teenagers stared at him in anticipation. Even if they didn't say anything or made any sound, the atmosphere in there reeked of excitement and joy. He didn't know how to break the bad news to them. They probably thought he was going to tell them about a win. That Derek had taken out one of the remaining Alphas could have been a good thing, if it wasn't for the horrible foreplay to it.
He sighed heavily and spent a few seconds putting on a grave face, so they would understand that this was not a joyous event. It worked. He could see their faces – recently sporting a ghost of a smile – almost instantly got a concerned expression. Allison was about to say something, but Chris waved his hand to stop her.
After calling the hospital without getting any information, he'd tried both Stiles and Derek. None of them answered their phones, so he had no idea how Mr Stilinski was doing at the moment. According to Derek, the attack had been pretty bad, and possibly fatal. He wanted to give these kids hope, so Chris decided to not go to far into that. He took another moment before he cleared his throat and got started.
"There has been a, an... attack." Chris watched the four of them as their jaws dropped. They also seemed to be holding their breaths. He didn't want them to suffocate so he continued. "Sheriff Stilinski is in the hospital. He's seriously injured. We know... NO, we assume they were after Stiles." He had to take a breath, and was afraid that the kids would interfere. They didn't.
"Derek managed to overpower the guy." Chris looked up when he noticed that Allison leaned forward, obviously about to say something, and he shook his head. The girl understood and sat back again. "He, uh, Derek believes that there's another Alpha running the show. This guy was a rookie. Either that, or he was just incredibly stupid."
Chris didn't even get a chance to draw his breath before the 'crowd' in front of him started asking questions. "Where did this happen?" "Are there more of them?" "Is Stiles alright?" "How's the sheriff doing?"
He waved his hand in front of him to stop them. "It happened at the Stilinski house. Stiles is... okay, sort of. His dad is injured, seriously injured, go figure." He paused for a second. "Derek is pretty sure there has to be at least one more Alpha out there. One we haven't met yet."
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The scene was seemingly blissful. Six people were gathered in the room. The french doors leading to a marbled-floor patio were wide open and the curtains moved slightly from the mild summer breeze. A young girl was playing Beethoven's 'Für Elise' on the white grand-piano. Her identical twin stood behind her, braiding her hair.
On a small table next to the doors, a half smoked cigar lied abandoned in an ashtray. Two young men sat on the floor next to a leather couch. One of them was massaging the foot of a slightly older woman sitting on the couch.
The woman snapped her fingers and almost instantly, another young man pushed away from the bar and walked over to her with a glass of wine. The deep red liquid seemed to light up with an almost ghostly glow as the sun's rays hit the crystal glass.
After she'd taken a small sip, she gave the guy an almost invisible nod. For anyone paying attention, the relief painted on his face would have been obvious. He took a few steps backwards before he turned and walked back to the bar.
The sound from the piano was flowing through the room. Everybody in there seemed to be indulged in the music. Suddenly, a penetrating sound from an incoming call disturbed the peace. As if on cue, the three young men turned towards the cellphone lying on the table next to the couch. The girl stopped playing for a second, but then she continued with a softer touch to the keys.
One of the young men on the floor was closer, and grabbed the phone before he handed it to the woman. She looked at the screen and with a smirk, she pressed the answer button. "What a surprise. I didn't expect this." Everybody in the room got surprised when she giggled a little shyly.
The person on the other end was obviously talking, and what he or she said seemed to be pleasing. The woman got up from the couch and was followed by five sets of eyes as she walked towards the patio. "You want my help? Oh, Derek. I don't know if I can."
When they realized who she was talking to, the five youngsters reacted instantly. The two girls smiled brightly and nodded in unison, while the guys all sported disgruntled expressions on their faces.
"I'll think about it, but you have to stop fraternizing with those humans." Hester took a sip from her glass as she listened to Derek's reply. Then she sighed heavily. "If it's that important to you, I will try to help you keep this Stiles-character safe, but you have to realize that he's not right for you. You have to let him go."