Beacon Hills, CA - Friday Night
Jan. 4th, 2013 08:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
justlurkinghereAfter spending his evening lurking along the edges of a high school party in order to keep an eye Scott so that he didn't freak out and murder everyone there, Derek had really had enough. Because, really. He didn't like adult parties, why would he like being anywhere near a bunch of idiotic teenagers drinking and groping each other.
He was so glad when Scott finally felt the effects of the full moon and abandoned his date in order to run home.
Though he was then forced to give an Argent a ride home in order to steal her sweater so that he could lure the little moron away from the girl he was so fixated on. Seriously, was Scott trying to get himself killed here?
Spoiler: yes. Yes, he was.
Derek had just managed to get the sweater up in a tree and found a nice place to lurk when the kid finally arrived to demand, "Where is she?"
"She's safe," Derek replied, slipping around a tree to keep from being attacked right away. "From you."
"What did you do with her?" Scott demanded, unable to find him. There was a real shocker.
Derek froze for a moment, listening beyond Scott for the arrival of several men along the edge of the woods. Hunters. Shit, he wasn't ready to deal with this just yet. He'd hoped that the Argent girl arriving home from the party safe would have kept them from patrolling tonight.
He darted out from behind the tree to tackle Scott before he drew their attention to them, but the idiot flailed and shouted in response. Why could he not just do what Derek wanted, but didn't actually say out loud? Damn him! "Shh," Derek snapped, pausing to locate the hunters. "Too late. They're already here."
No, he couldn't just say who was there. He just had to let Scott go and snap, "Run." before he took off for the cover of the underbrush.
And Scott, the little idiot, stayed where he was like a confused little puppy. A flare hit next to him, blinding the kid. It allowed another of the group to fire a crossbow, pinning Scott's arm to a tree with the bolt.
Crap. This was not going well at all.
Derek squinted, trying to see past the smoke produced by the now burned out flare. Chris Argent, flanked by several other hunters made their way through the trees toward Scott. "Take him," Argent said, keeping the crossbow fixed on Scott.
For the love of--Derek sighed, rushing around to flank them in the dark. Scott was making enough noise to cover him for the most part. He grabbed the nearest hunter, yanking him back and into a tree. Then the next was shoved with enough force to send him flying back a few yards. Argent was turning, crossbow ready to fire as Derek was already moving around to complete the circle. Without pausing, he grabbed hold of the bolt pinning Scott to the tree and snapped it off, pulling the kid to that they could make a run for it.
At least this time Scott followed his lead. Argent wasn't stupid enough to come after more than one werewolf without backup that wasn't currently concussed, so they could pause after Derek had deemed enough distance between them and the hunters.
Scott stumbled against a tree, turning to face him. The pain from the arrow had caused him to revert back to his human features by then. Hopefully Argent hadn't gotten a look at that. "Who were they?" Scott demanded.
"Hunters," Derek replied, looking back to check again that they weren't being followed. "They've been hunting us for centuries."
"Us?" Scott squeaked, holding onto the arm that had been shot. Baby, it had healed as soon as Derek yanked the bolt out. "You mean you. You did this to me."
Wait, what?
Derek stared at him for a moment before placing his hand on the tree and leaning in to stare into Scott's eyes. "Is it really so bad, Scott?" he demanded. "That you can see better, hear more clearly? Move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something people would kill for. The bite is a gift."
"I don't want it," Scott replied, heartbeat not wavering once in a lie.
"You will," Derek replied, pushing away. He couldn't hunt down whoever killed Laura and bit Scott on his own. He needed the help even if he couldn't quite bring himself to actually ask for it from a teenager. "And you're going to need me if you want to control it. So, you and me, Scott? We're brothers now."
[[NFB, of course! Taken from Wolf Moon again.]]
He was so glad when Scott finally felt the effects of the full moon and abandoned his date in order to run home.
Though he was then forced to give an Argent a ride home in order to steal her sweater so that he could lure the little moron away from the girl he was so fixated on. Seriously, was Scott trying to get himself killed here?
Spoiler: yes. Yes, he was.
Derek had just managed to get the sweater up in a tree and found a nice place to lurk when the kid finally arrived to demand, "Where is she?"
"She's safe," Derek replied, slipping around a tree to keep from being attacked right away. "From you."
"What did you do with her?" Scott demanded, unable to find him. There was a real shocker.
Derek froze for a moment, listening beyond Scott for the arrival of several men along the edge of the woods. Hunters. Shit, he wasn't ready to deal with this just yet. He'd hoped that the Argent girl arriving home from the party safe would have kept them from patrolling tonight.
He darted out from behind the tree to tackle Scott before he drew their attention to them, but the idiot flailed and shouted in response. Why could he not just do what Derek wanted, but didn't actually say out loud? Damn him! "Shh," Derek snapped, pausing to locate the hunters. "Too late. They're already here."
No, he couldn't just say who was there. He just had to let Scott go and snap, "Run." before he took off for the cover of the underbrush.
And Scott, the little idiot, stayed where he was like a confused little puppy. A flare hit next to him, blinding the kid. It allowed another of the group to fire a crossbow, pinning Scott's arm to a tree with the bolt.
Crap. This was not going well at all.
Derek squinted, trying to see past the smoke produced by the now burned out flare. Chris Argent, flanked by several other hunters made their way through the trees toward Scott. "Take him," Argent said, keeping the crossbow fixed on Scott.
For the love of--Derek sighed, rushing around to flank them in the dark. Scott was making enough noise to cover him for the most part. He grabbed the nearest hunter, yanking him back and into a tree. Then the next was shoved with enough force to send him flying back a few yards. Argent was turning, crossbow ready to fire as Derek was already moving around to complete the circle. Without pausing, he grabbed hold of the bolt pinning Scott to the tree and snapped it off, pulling the kid to that they could make a run for it.
At least this time Scott followed his lead. Argent wasn't stupid enough to come after more than one werewolf without backup that wasn't currently concussed, so they could pause after Derek had deemed enough distance between them and the hunters.
Scott stumbled against a tree, turning to face him. The pain from the arrow had caused him to revert back to his human features by then. Hopefully Argent hadn't gotten a look at that. "Who were they?" Scott demanded.
"Hunters," Derek replied, looking back to check again that they weren't being followed. "They've been hunting us for centuries."
"Us?" Scott squeaked, holding onto the arm that had been shot. Baby, it had healed as soon as Derek yanked the bolt out. "You mean you. You did this to me."
Wait, what?
Derek stared at him for a moment before placing his hand on the tree and leaning in to stare into Scott's eyes. "Is it really so bad, Scott?" he demanded. "That you can see better, hear more clearly? Move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something people would kill for. The bite is a gift."
"I don't want it," Scott replied, heartbeat not wavering once in a lie.
"You will," Derek replied, pushing away. He couldn't hunt down whoever killed Laura and bit Scott on his own. He needed the help even if he couldn't quite bring himself to actually ask for it from a teenager. "And you're going to need me if you want to control it. So, you and me, Scott? We're brothers now."
[[NFB, of course! Taken from Wolf Moon again.]]
