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justlurkinghereAfter getting a call from Laura, Derek hadn't hesitated to book a portal out to California. Answering the call of his alpha and, more importantly, his sister was the only thing that mattered after the things Stiles had pointedly talked around.
It was already nighttime, wet and cold out by the time he found himself back in Beacon Hills. Her Camaro was parked out of the way near the ruins of their childhood home, but she was nowhere to be found.
He took off into the woods, following whatever sounds he could catch. Police--the sheriff's department--not too far away were discussing suspending the search for the night and the antics of the sheriff's son. He could feel that sense of panic bubbling up inside as one of the deputies laughed at something said over the radio. Search for what? For who?
Before he realized what he was doing, his head was tilted back and he was howling in earshot of half of the goddamn law enforcement of the county. When there was no answering howl in response, he balled his hands into fists to not allow that panic to drown him. He'd find her. He had to.
Inhaling deeply, he finally caught the scent of something that wasn't normal in these woods: fresh blood. Derek didn't waste any time to think about just where it might have come from, he took off in the direction it came from. Once he caught the scene of an unfamiliar wolf, he moved faster. Laura was a lot stronger than him, she shouldn't have had any trouble with any omegas that might have been in the woods here.
The putrid smell that came from viscera and the beginning of rot caught his attention, pulling him to a full stop as he tried to locate the source. And the scent under that rot-- "Laura."
Please no. He couldn't lose her too.
The moon was full enough that even without his eyesight, she was easily spotted on the ground, pale against the dirt and leaves. She was naked and the bottom half of her body was gone, the flesh ragged like it had been just torn away. He shrugged his jacket off, carefully placing it over her to preserve what little modesty she still had in death as he went to his knees.
He pulled a cell phone from his pocket, staring down at it for the moment as he tried to just think for a moment. There was another smell here, one that was almost familiar. The glint of metal just to his right caught his attention--an inhaler. Picking it up, he noticed that there was a name on the side: McCall.
The inhaler was shoved into his jeans' pocket and he made a call.
[[OOC: NFB of course, cut for canon character death and great emo. SORRY, DEREK]]
It was already nighttime, wet and cold out by the time he found himself back in Beacon Hills. Her Camaro was parked out of the way near the ruins of their childhood home, but she was nowhere to be found.
He took off into the woods, following whatever sounds he could catch. Police--the sheriff's department--not too far away were discussing suspending the search for the night and the antics of the sheriff's son. He could feel that sense of panic bubbling up inside as one of the deputies laughed at something said over the radio. Search for what? For who?
Before he realized what he was doing, his head was tilted back and he was howling in earshot of half of the goddamn law enforcement of the county. When there was no answering howl in response, he balled his hands into fists to not allow that panic to drown him. He'd find her. He had to.
Inhaling deeply, he finally caught the scent of something that wasn't normal in these woods: fresh blood. Derek didn't waste any time to think about just where it might have come from, he took off in the direction it came from. Once he caught the scene of an unfamiliar wolf, he moved faster. Laura was a lot stronger than him, she shouldn't have had any trouble with any omegas that might have been in the woods here.
The putrid smell that came from viscera and the beginning of rot caught his attention, pulling him to a full stop as he tried to locate the source. And the scent under that rot-- "Laura."
Please no. He couldn't lose her too.
The moon was full enough that even without his eyesight, she was easily spotted on the ground, pale against the dirt and leaves. She was naked and the bottom half of her body was gone, the flesh ragged like it had been just torn away. He shrugged his jacket off, carefully placing it over her to preserve what little modesty she still had in death as he went to his knees.
He pulled a cell phone from his pocket, staring down at it for the moment as he tried to just think for a moment. There was another smell here, one that was almost familiar. The glint of metal just to his right caught his attention--an inhaler. Picking it up, he noticed that there was a name on the side: McCall.
The inhaler was shoved into his jeans' pocket and he made a call.
[[OOC: NFB of course, cut for canon character death and great emo. SORRY, DEREK]]
