justlurkinghere | Distinctly Less Creepy Mansion on Phoenix Way, Wednesday Afternoon

Derek	The sound of someone coming up to the mansion wasn't cause for alarm these days. Because people sometimes just showed up. To be social. Madness, right? But the smell of gun powder and wolfsbane? That could get Derek on his feet and moving pretty damn quickly to find his housemate before things got out of hand. You know, like that time his house got burned down. That was pretty out of hand there. "Mike." Derek, you couldn't have put a shirt on in your rush?
Mike	Yeah, even Mike had a shirt on (well, a tank top), and he'd taken a shower less than five minutes ago. What was your excuse, Derek? "What?" Mike asked, looking up from where he'd just barely had time to sit down on the living room couch. Already, he had the feeling something was about to mess with his innocent attempt at leafing through a magazine.
Derek	Derek tilted his head slightly to the side, listening the the rasp of metal against metal of a lock pick. Because this door, unlike the one in Beacon Hills, had an actual lock on it. "You have to go. Now." Helpful, Derek. Made more helpful by his attempts to shove Mike into the kitchen. Hey, it was out of sight from the crazy hunter chick.
Mike	Well, at least Mike had made the mistake of actually getting up from the couch, so that shoving was actually accomplishing something. Although mostly because he was seriously confused now. "Wait, what? Why?"
Derek	"Because--" Because of reasons, Mike! Somewhere in the vicinity of the front door came a whistle that was very much like something you'd use to call a dog. Which would be why you could hear the adorable clacking of Puppy Joe's nails on the floor. "Go to Kitty's," Derek hissed instead, looking a mix of angry and terrified all at once as he used a little of that supernatural strength of his to hustle Mike out of sight. It was a thing. Just wait until the guilt makes an appearance, Mike. Just you wait.
Mike	"Wh–– I –– you can't kick me out of my own house!" Oh but he could, Mike. And you'd do well to go with it. (Not that he had much of a choice in the matter. He was fit but no werewolf.) He'd lowered his voice to a hiss, too, though. And he wasn't even sure why. "Okay, fine, but I'm gonna tell her you've gone insane."
Kate	"Aren't you just a little cutie?" Kate said, practically cooing at the dog. "Going to help me find Derek? Are you?" She walked into the foray, letting her heels click loudly to announce her presence. "How long do you want to drag this out, sweetheart? Do I need to get you riled up? With, say... 'So sorry your sister bit it before she had her first litter.'"
Mike	This was just not going to get any better, was it? "Who the fuck is that?" And why did Mike now, as he whispered that, feel like climbing out the kitchen window could maybe be a thing to do? There were a lot of questions.
Derek	"Kate." Yeah, that explained so much. "She's a hunter." You know, of werewolves. "Go."
Kate	"It's such a nice house, babe. But you know how dangerous these old places can be," Kate drawled. "One spark and they go up like a tinderbox."
Mike	Oh, Kate. Way to distract from Derek's simple commands. "... Is she talking about burning our house down?"
Derek	"Go," Derek snapped, pushing him again. "Ask Stiles." If you reeeeaally wanted to know the answer. Because Derek was stalking away, claws growing on the ends of his fingers in preparation for a fight. That he was so going to win. Look at all that confidence!
Mike	Yeah, okay. That was persuasive enough for Mike to actually get the window open to try clambering out. And hope he didn't fall into anything too hard or sharp once he was out. Yeah. This was totally how he'd wanted to spend his afternoon. Goddamn Fandom.
Kate	Yeah. You just keep thing that, Der-bear. And meet Kate's new friend, the cattle prod. Set high enough to keep a werewolf from trying anything more than twitching in pain. She smiled once it dropped him to the floor and walked around him carefully. "This one grew up in all the right places," Kate drawled. "I don't know whether to kill it or lick it."
Derek	Derek would love to respond to that, really he would! But right now he was busy working through the aftershocks and violent twitches that his muscles seemed so intent on after the bought of electrocution. Instead, he dragged himself away from Kate, latching onto one of the terrible IKEA chairs to pull himself vaguely upright. And then lunging at Kate again. Because he wasn't so smart with the planning out his attacks.
Kate	Oh, baby. That wasn't the smartest thing to do when she had all the power. She stepped to the side, hitting him again as he passed. The effect was instant as he went to the floor again, making tiny, stifled noises of pain. Kate chuckled, watching the prod spark with a dark interest. "900,000 volts," she informed him helpfully. He was twitching like a fish on dry land and it was just so adorable. "You never were good with electricity, were you? Or fire." Who could resist a dig or two?
Derek	But she was good with both of them, wasn't she? Derek forced himself to move again, slowly dragging himself to the nearest wall rather than give her the satisfaction of a response.
Kate	"Which is why I'm gonna let you in on a little secret," Kate said, closing the distance between them in only a few steps before crouching down to his eye level. "And, well, maybe we can help each other out." Sounded good, right? "Yes, your sister was severed into pieces and used as bait to try to catch you. Unpleasant, and frankly, a little too Texas chainsaw massacre for my taste, but quite true. Now, here's the part that might really kick you in your new balls." That brought a smile to her face. "We didn't kill her." She watched his face carefully, looking for a flicker of that easy to read teenager she'd known last. "You think I'm lying?"
Derek	"Wouldn't be the first time," he spat out, pressing himself against the wall in an attempt to be further away.
Kate	Kate clucked her tongue in disappointment. "Sweetie. Well, why don't you just listen to my heart and tell me if I am. Okay?" She leaned in closer, watching him try not to flinch away. "We. Didn't. Kill. Your. Sister." Each word brought her closer until the last let her lips brush against his ear. Only once he was shaking with anger or whatever else he had built up in that little head of his did she pull back to watch his expression. "Do you hear that? There's no blips or upticks. Just the steady beat of the cold, hard truth." The defeated little look on his face was just precious.
Derek	Derek looked away, struggling to work through the damage done to his muscles by that goddamn taser. He knew it wasn't hunters, but it would have been so much easier if it had been them. They were a known threat at least.
Kate	"Found bite marks on your sister's body, Derek. What do you think did that?" she asked, spinning on her heels to smirk at him. "A mountain lion?" You weren't that dim, Derek. "Why aren't we helping each other out? You might as well admit what you've been guessing all along, which is... the Alpha killed your sister. And all you have to do is tell us who he is, and we'll take care of it for you. Problem solved, everybody goes home happy."
Derek	Oh, Derek knew where this was going. He looked down, feeling panic start to build up in his chest. Right about now he would be thrilled for help from someone. Anyone on this goddamn island. You know, if he wasn't too concerned about Kate killing them too.
Kate	"Unless." She gave one huff of laughter, turning off the prod and collapsing it to free up her hands. "You don't know who he is either." There was another laugh. "Wow," Kate said, turning to grab her gun. "Guess who just became totally useless?" She spun around, firing at where he lay.
Derek	Sorry about that, Mike. He'd... repair that. Derek scrambled to his feet, forcing himself to work through the pain and run out the still open front door. Because pain was better than dying here. He didn't stop running until he was in a part of the woods that he didn't recognize. And then he finally allowed himself to think about what the hell just happened.