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 Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 1:08 pm
For any of my loving Stalkers...no this has not and will not occur in the roleplay. This is just a fanfic that I started to write a while ago. I'm slowly coding it up so Opto can read it. Will have the same monster/plot in the beginning as our roleplay though even though this takes place after 3b...so if you see similarities that's why. And there's a reason for it.  Chapter 1
Peter smiled as his sister asked about her son Derek. He knew where the boy was, or at least what his plans were for the night. And it was good that he'd finally been moving away from that unfortunate case. Paige had been a balm for his heart but after that point it had all gone south. Hopefully the new girl he was shacking up with did him some good. What was her name again? Catherine? Carissa? No...oh well, Peter had plenty of time to figure that out later. As long as he did it before Thalia it shouldn't be too bad.
He looked out the window and frowned. There was something in the bushes. His frown from what had just been a smile caught the attention of his eldest sister, miss alpha that she was. She turned her attention to it instead and Peter took this as his chance to escape the potentially awkward questions from mother about her son.
He didn't have long to enjoy his moment of being Houdini however as arrows started to fly through the windows. If it hadn't been for the fact that it sent the family in a panic, including Peter (though he wouldn't admit to that later), he might have found it peculiar that they were wooden arrows...no evidence left behind type of arrows.
Peter opened his eyes with a deep exhale. Looking over to his clock as he sat up, the fallen alpha ran fingers through his hair. Six in the morning. It was going to be hard to fall back to sleep now. He hadn't had dreams that vivid in a while. Not since his death. It was like some part of his mind still wanted to torture him with feeling his family...his pack...die over and over again.
The nightmare had definitely got his heart pumping. And yes he did have a heart even if he barely used it outside of the physical realm. People may have thought him an evil man. No matter what others thought or what had happened after he'd ripped out Kate Argent's throat, his death among other things, Peter felt justified in all his actions. The people he had killed had murdered his family. Burned them alive. Women, children...humans...werewolves. He had killed everyone responsible.
However, to some extent Peter would admit that perhaps some of the so called humanity had been burned out of him that day. He didn't hold the same value of life in others as people like Scott or Derek did. But at least he had done something to avenge his family even if it had gone to the extreme.
Touching down on the rug around his bed, Peter walked over to the window. He put his hand on the cool class as the sweat from his body cooled. His fingers curled in until he had the side of his fist resting against the chilled surface.
In the moonlight he could feel something calling to him. Like a whisper in his mind. Peter's eyes narrowed as the blue glow took over, reflecting on the foggy glass pane like some sort of spectre.
What Peter couldn't know was that on the other side of Beacon Hills, his dream had woken up one seventeen year old as well. And Lydia Martin was beyond confused by the visions she had seen.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 1:09 pm
Chapter 2
Lydia Martin had undergone a radical change within the last year. With Allison gone, the only one from her old group of friends that still talked with her was Danny. Even Jackson, the man that she had loved for so long, had gotten out of contact with her when he'd gone off to England. Or maybe she had gotten out of contact with him. Either way they never talked anymore. With the exception of Danny, she didn't even interact with the old group. It was like she'd fallen from their world into her own. She had gone from being a shining star of achievement in Beacon Hills to being the one that people noticed but never actually included anymore. At least none of the popular people did. This derailment of her popular social life in high school all started when she'd taken her fugue trip in the woods for three days.
Idly, Lydia put her hand on the curve of her left hip. Her skin was smooth. It had been smooth since the Sheriff had found her. She should have had a scar there to remind herself and everyone that saw her of the supposed "animal" attack she had survived, but she didn't. The redhead hadn't thought about that at first, not until the rumor mill had gotten a hold of it after one day in gym class. She had learned how vicious girls at her school had really been, how shallow. A rumor had spread that she had faked the whole drama. That she had torn her own dress and scratched herself up to make it look as though she'd been attack. And for what? To hold onto Jackson of course.
The rumor had stung, deeply. Her slide from grace had burned and rubbed her raw. It had taken her half a year before she felt healed on the outside. The inside was still on the way but she was smart enough to know that, that was at least a somewhat natural process. The whole adolescent phase was a mark of finding one's own identity. To cast off old assumptions about the self or to solidify them into one's mental representation. She had pretty much blown the old assumptions to smithereens and then buried them under a patch of wolvesbane.
"Sweety, if you don't hurry you'll be late for school," Lydia's mother, Natalie Martin, called out to her from her open bedroom door.
"You'll be late for work," Lydia returned.
"I'd rather I be late than you, dear," Natalie quipped.
Lydia rolled her eyes as her mother started off with jump in her step. Something had gotten her mother into a good mood. She had no idea what it was and Lydia wasn't especially sure she wanted to know. Not yet. She was still processing everything from her own life, she didn't want to have to process her mother's as well. Dealing with the fact that she was a supposed Banshee was hard enough thank you very much.
She picked up her purse and headed out the door while her mom grabbed whatever she had to. Thoughts of the dream she'd woken up far from her mind as she prepared to face the day. Instead she focused on what holiday stories she wanted to tell everyone at school. She might not have her old friends but she did still have friend. They were just a little bit different but that was okay...so was she.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 1:11 pm
Chapter 3
As soon as Lydia stepped into the first period class, she knew that today wasn't going to be a good day. Not that it had started out good and had turned bad kind of way. That might have been preferable. No. It was more like it had started out with a very confusing nightmare that she couldn't quite remember, yet couldn't shake off, and had only gotten worse the more she tried to avoid thinking about it. This indescribable feeling filled her as she looked over the classroom. She was by no means late (Lydia Martin was never late, everyone else was simply early) yet it seemed like a forth of the class was still missing.
She stood in the doorway, staring into the room was slightly widened eyes. Something didn't feel right. But it didn't feel like this was a graveyard, not like that feeling in Derek's loft. This was something different. Empty. This place wasn't a graveyard but it felt as empty as one.
"You okay?"
The voice snapped her out of her reprieve. She looked back to see the concerned look on Scott's face as he stood right behind her. Lydia's expression quickly shifted from utter confusion to a confident, self-assured grin. With maybe only a hint of a patronizing tone as she looked the boy up and down.
"Why wouldn't I be?" She asked him back.
Scott shrugged. That was probably the most she was going to get from the boy. Oh well. It wasn't like she'd made a fool out of herself by screaming her head off in the middle of class. That was so last year. With a confident stride, Lydia took up her seat and waited for class to begin.
Her designer pen, this one purple with a white flower wrapped around it, tapped her notebook over and over again. The repetitive sound was somehow soothing, though she didn't take any conscious note of it as she and the rest of the class waited for the teacher. Five minutes ticked by, then ten. Just when most of the students seemed ready to pack up for that fifteen minute rule, the teacher finally walked in.
Lydia looked over them with a critical eye. Their shirt was messy and their pants looked as though they hadn't seen an iron in a year. Then there was that whole crime against fashion thing to consider anyways. Seriously, tan pants with that striped button up? Someone must not have been paying any attention when they got dressed this morning. Making a light nose to herself, Lydia sat back and took in the rest of the disgruntled man at the board. Her fingers stilled on her pen. His pants were the only thing with more wrinkles than they should have. It looked like whatever had kept him and made him let had done a number. There were bags so dark that they could have made those goth kids happy. If such a thing were possible.
And though he'd started the lesson off, she found that she paid more attention to the bone tired quality to his voice than the actual words. Besides it wasn't like she couldn't do all of this in her sleep anyways. She just kept going to classes for that whole pesky truancy rule. Not to mention the rest of her friends would be lost without her.
Looking at the teacher, however, really made her want to consider her plans on perfect attendance for the semester. There was seriously something off about him - and Lydia had a feeling that it wasn't the shirt or the pants.
The day seemed full of those cold feelings in the stomach. Classrooms seemed emptied out though most students showed up. It was the few who didn't, the ones that she'd never really bothered to get to know or acknowledge before, that made everything seem off. She chalked it up to a cold going around. It would explain the fatigue that seemed to have gripped off of the faculty members as well. She'd have to remember to stalk up on immune boosts. Even though she'd already taken her SATs, she wanted to finish the school year off strong. Especially considering how patchy her last spring semester had been. What with all those hallucinations and screaming episodes.
No, this year she'd finish off and remind people of why she had been on top for so long. Especially with her graduation right around the corner. She might be different from the girl who just threw parties and had a fun time but she was still Lydia Martin. And she'd be damned if she ended up as one of those girls who just got ignored or brushed off for the remainder of their time High School.
Stiles sat his tray down next to her on the table. More like slammed it down. The look on his face already let her know everything - he had news that he wanted to share with the group. Yet at the same time he wanted someone to prompt him.
"What?" Lydia humored him.
"The principal's missing," Stiles said in a slightly excited tone.
Lydia frowned. How that was an exciting concept, she had no idea. One would have thought that Stiles had enough after that whole void fox possession thing but no, this boy just wouldn't quit.
"He could just be taking a personal day," the redhead pointed out as she stabbed a rather green piece of lettuce with her fork.
Stiles shook his head, the spark of determination in his eyes. "Nope. His wife sent out a missing person's report for him yesterday."
"Stiles, you're not supposed to be listening to your dad's radio," Scott reminded him, holding onto a bottle of water.
"I'm not! Okay, maybe I sort of am. But come on Scott, don't tell me you don't think that's strange. First we both start getting nightmares again...and now the principal is gone?"
"You're having nightmares too?" Scott asked in concern.
"He has them every night," Malia said from the other side of the table. "It's annoying."
Lydia rolled her eyes as she took a bite of her salad. She knew that Malia and Stiles had gotten close - in some ways she was the closest anyone had ever been to Stiles. She defended him up and down as she settled back into a human life. Then at other times it was like she was trying to tear Stiles down with blunt comments. Especially the ones that brought to light how much of an animal she still wanted to be.
"Exactly! C'mon guys, that can't be coincidence!"
"Yes it can," Lydia said back quickly. "That's the very definition of coincidence, Stiles."
Stiles looked at her with unbelieving eyes. She stared back at him challengingly. If anyone was going to tell her that those two matched up then she was going to call them crazy. Well, maybe not crazy. She'd been called crazy once and that hadn't been the best moments of her life. Then there was the whole thing that she hadn't been crazy - that she'd just been used in some random ritual to bring a dead werewolf back to life. The same werewolf that had brutally attacked her some months prior.
"Whatever. He's missing. And no one can find signs of foul play. So you know what that means."
"That he just drove off?" Scott offered in a bewildered tone.
Stiles' disbelieving eyes were turned to his best friend this time. "No! Dude, his car was still at his house. With his keys. And all his clothes - like his underwear and everything. I don't know about you but when I plan a secret trip I pack all my underwear. Just incase."
"So then what?" Scott prompted.
"We go looking!" Stiles said as though it were the best idea ever.
The older boy's grin turned a little manic. Sometimes Lydia worried for him. That sort of devious behavior can't be easy to live with. But then again what did it matter? Other than a few hick ups with full moons their lives had been peaceful since early November. No more Nogitsune. No more Oni. No more things just trying to kill them in the dead of the night. It was peaceful - safe enough for Stiles to do whatever he wanted to sooth the itch to be doing something.
Too bad she had no idea how wrong she was yet.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 1:12 pm
Chapter 4
In the time between night and day, the crux of light and dark, Lydia moved forward. Her breathing was shallow, the cold crisp of the air turning her breath into mist. She stepped without thinking where her feet took her. She could hear the world around her as though it were just at her fingertips, feel the tide rising. The waves crashed louder and louder as she continued moving. The drums of her fast beating heart echoed and the wind sang like a chorus of flutes. Strawberry-blond hair, which had turned a little more red as the year had passed her over, brushed over her shoulder as she continued moving through her urban environment.
The street lights cast a yellow glow onto the sidewalk as she turned the corner. Beacon Hills wasn't exactly the most built up of cities, that much was true. It was urbanized enough to have a few of it's own alleyways complete with their own city dumpsters and all. The scent of the week's waste was a sickly perfume in the air as she moved into the alleyway. Her slipper covered feet moved over left over cardboard boxes that were made cold and damp by the night's air. Until finally she found what she hadn't known she'd been looking for.
People hunched over a body, flesh being torn left and right. All their senses seemed engaged on the kill. And it was definitely that - a kill. They showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Blood and flesh commingled as the victim gurgled, eyes alight with pain and fear. Lydia's mouth fell open as she reflected their pain. Her eyes seemed to shimmer in the darkness in an unnatural way, reflecting a long spirit on the ground surrounded by nothing but darkness. It wasn't until the human looking beasts looked up at her that she fully comprehended that this was real. That she was really a witness to this horror and it wasn't just some messed up dream.
Then Lydia did what she did best; she screamed.
The sound echoed off of the buildings she stood between. First a normal scream done out of fear. Then it progressed into something much more bone chilling. Her mouth completely opened, tongue flat on the bottom as though it could disappear if it compressed itself so. It was the scream that seemed a part of her life now - the one that came out when people around her died at the hands of the supernatural.
Her scream brought the beasts to their knees in pain. As it ended she used their distraction to turn around and run. Too bad that they weren't the only one disorientated. Though Lydia had grown up in Beacon Hills for the majority of her life, she had no idea where she was. The shadows of the night twisted everything around her in mysterious ways. It didn't help that she had no idea how she had gotten where she was to begin with, she didn't even know where in the city she'd ended up to begin with. Not in the panicked state she found herself.
More screams caught in her throat. These ones purely from fear even if they were never brought forth. Her feet pounded against the ground as light rose up from the sun. The sounds of those creatures following her seemed the only thing she could hear. Even over the blood that pounded in her ears seemed pale in comparison to the sounds those things made as they chased her. The concrete was hard against her woefully unprotected feet, her slippers barely even softening the blow.
Scents came back to her awareness at what seemed the most inopportune moment, causing her to gag. Lydia grabbed for the nearest thing. A handle to a business' door, cold under her hands and unmoving as she yanked at it.
"Come on, come on!" she said.
Talking hurt almost as much as breathing did. Her legs were so tight that they felt like they were going to snap from the tension. She had to keep moving, though. She looked over her shoulder to see the three beasts of human beings lumbering towards her. Hungry - she could practically feel death radiating from them. It made her dizzy.
Lydia pulled the door with everything in her but it wouldn't budge. The lock that prevented people from breaking in so easily was going to be the death of her. Literally. It was breathing down her neck, so close. Her insides twisted as tears of desperation sprung to her eyes. She panted as she tried one more time, her knees finally giving out.
The desperate girl's hands stung as they made contact with the unforgiving concrete. She looked up in a vain effort. She'd hoped they were far enough away that she could get up and get away. But she was wrong. They were right on her and she had no time to escape.
Her mouth opened up once more and another scream to signal a death spilled out. The creatures were put through pain that she really couldn't imagine, bringing them to their knees as their hands gripped their ears. She scrambled to get up and took off.
But before she got too far she felt her own flesh being ripped off her bones from behind.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 1:13 pm
Chapter 5
Her legs twisted as her body jerked this way and that. The pain she had experienced vivid. It etched into her mind a burning sensation of the likes she had never felt before. She had undergone pain, yes, but nothing like what she remembered feeling. All the nerves had felt like they'd been lit on fire and she hadn't been able to handle it - she had completely passed out. The only thing was that when she'd woken up...she was back on her bed.
Lydia's grip on her cover wasn't intentionally. More like the sheets had somehow wrapped themselves around her in a lock she couldn't free herself from. Not in her panicked state. Her throat felt raw as though she'd been screaming all night. As the grips of her dreams started to loosen their hold on her she realized that she probably had been. It wouldn't be the first time she'd woken up screaming. The wail of the banshee was a powerful thing...and quite a bit painful for her. It seemed to tear her vocal cords and render her voiceless for a minute or two every time it occurred. Only this time she remembered screaming twice. Once for a body she'd come upon and then once for herself.
She looked around her room, her chest heaving up and down with the labor it took to continue breathing. Her body felt like shockwaves were still burning all the way through. Her fingers felt numb - rendered useless. And her back...well there was very little to describe how it felt that didn't revolve around utter pain. In the darkness of her room, however, she realized that it wasn't possible for any of that to happen.
When she'd been sliced open the day was starting to crown. It was still firmly settled at night. Or very nearly at least. The blinking of her clock told her that it was five in the morning. There was another thirty minutes till the sun even started to rise. Lydia's wide eyes searched and searched, her hand moving over in a panic to flick the light on as though that would dispel the nightmare. No such luck. Even with the light on the fear gripped her.
Her head snapped over to her window as she heard it open. A figure moved in at a rapid pace. She didn't even have time to register who it was before she let out a throaty scream. Pain and fear colored her voice but it definitely wasn't anything supernatural. All the same the figure put their hands to their ears and bent over.
"Lydia!" they called out.
Lydia's screaming halted in her throat. But it wasn't an instantaneous hault. It was as though her mind hadn't quite had the connection with her body as it should have.
"Lydia, it's okay, it's just me," they tried again, stepping more into the dim light of her bedside lamp than before.
Panicked eyes took in every feature. Scott stood before her with a wide array of his own emotions. Much of them looked like concern. Lydia blinked heavily, her eyes moist from tears she hadn't known she had shed.
"Scott?"
"Yeah. Are you-"
He didn't get to finish that question as the door to her bedroom was busted open. On reflex, Lydia grabbed her covers tighter. Scott's hand flicked out in preparation. Normally he would have known who it was but with all the screaming he'd gotten a bit disorientated.
"Lydia!" Her mother breathed out with wide eyes. "Sweety are you okay?"
Lydia looked at her mom with such a confusion that neither she nor Scott really knew what the confusion was about, that's how deep it was etched into her reactions. It was something that she'd need to sit down later and try to decipher what it was about her mom entering her room concerned for her safety that made her so confused.
Scott's hands near instantly went behind his back as he hid the evidence of his supernatural capabilities. He could have sworn, however, that Lydia's mom (Natalie) looked over him. Not like she had looked over at him so much as looked over him. As though he were just a figment of someone's imagination. Her eyes turned back to her daughter as she moved towards the bed, a mother's concern easy to see. Scott took a deep breath and by that time his claws were back under control.
That was when Natalie seemed to notice he was there. Her body practically jumped. She'd reached for the nearest thing which happened to be a stainless steel picture frame, complete with a little heart shaped cutout at the bottom.
"Oh, Scott, it's just you," Natalie breathed out in relief.
He could hear how her heart had jumped and how her breathing caught. Just like how he could hear that Lydia was calming down. This whole episode was really confusing for him all things considered. He'd woken up in pain from her scream...only to be hit by another one. Now that he was in her room, having had raced the entire way to her house to make sure she was okay, there was no danger. Her scream was supposed to have something to do with tuning in to hear whatever it was she needed to hear. But what triggered it? Wasn't it supposed to be related to death? Or at the very least some danger?
"Hi," Scott said with a slightly awkward wave.
His eyes moved over to Lydia as he tried to see what was going on with her. She seemed stiff as a board, looking between Scott and her mother. She could still feel the pain of whatever had just happened pulsating through her body. Her mind itself felt a little torn, as though it had been the thing ripped into in a way. In fact, the pulsating rhythm seemed really familiar. And she had an urge to take those pills that the doctors had prescribed to her which would have allowed her to relax, go back to bed. She hadn't had those for a long while because they were very impractical. They interfered with her sleeping habits, with her school work, and with her social life. She couldn't be at her peak on those and even with everything that had happened...no...because of everything that had happened, Lydia needed to feel at her peak. Which was why this whole situation bothered her and she hadn't even had time to digest what had happened.
All she knew was that one moment she felt like she was dying. The next she was in her bedroom in pain with Scott coming through her window after she managed to turn a dim bedside light on. Then her mom burst into her room because she screamed. When had that ever happened before? She used to scream her head off, waking up from that, and her mom had never come in before. Those were the screams of a banshee though and this had just been the scream of one very afraid Lydia Martin.
"What...how did you get in here?" Natalie Martin asked Scott, still dazed and confused.
Scott motioned back to the window. "Uh...Lydia called me...and the door was locked so...I climbed up. I guess she was still spooked cause when I got in she screamed."
Lydia stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide and lips parted. Could he be any more obvious in his explanation? Of course she had screamed at someone coming in through her window. Apparently her mother had heard that scream out of everything else. What she wanted to know was why - why they both came running. Well she knew Scott came running because that's what he did; he wanted to protect everyone, especially his friends and she was definitely his friend at this point. She was more worried about why her mom chose this time to come running into her room. But she couldn't exactly ask that now could she? Not without bringing up the past and situations that the redhead didn't want to try and explain. So she swallowed her questions and looked back to her rather ragged looking mother. It looked like she'd woken up and come running in there without a second thought. Why? Why this scream? Why not earlier when she'd been having a truly devastating scream?
Natalie looked between the two of them with a slow sense of realization appearing on her face. Lydia knew that look...and she knew that her mom had just taken this the very wrong way.
"Mom," Lydia tried to mediate the situation before it got out of hand. "Not like-"
"It's okay, Lydia," Natalie said with her hands in the air placatingly. "I don't judge you. You're a smart girl who's capable of choosing what she wants. As long as it doesn't get in the way of your future in the academic field, I'm fine with whatever you decide you want."
As she said this, she'd started to move back. Lydia couldn't help but stare at her retreating mother. Really? Really? This was how she was going to take the situation? Not only that but she acted as if this was just another one of those moments when she'd discovered her daughter having a random fling. Sure she was taking the supportive route but...some part of Lydia, a little kernel hidden inside, didn't want that. She wanted her mom to realize that this wasn't one of those flings. That Scott had pretty much just broken into her room - best intentions aside. She wanted her mom to get a little mad at Scott's excuse of being called over just an hour and a half before they both needed to wake up to get ready for the morning. Especially considering that she'd taken it the wrong way and decided that Scott was there for something a little more carnal than he really was there for.
But no, her mom had to go and be supportive. She had to encourage her to have her own freedom. To explore her world and make her own smart decisions. She had to treat her like an adult. Where was the mom who had sent her to see a school counselor? Why was it okay to wake up screaming with a boy in her room but not to wake up with blood from split knuckles?
"Besides, he's cute. Just remember to use protection, I'm too young to be a grandmother," Natalie said with a wink before she closed the door behind her.
Scott gaped at her mother in the same fashion that she had. Well right up until the outrage set in on her half. At that point, whether it was logical or not, Lydia found herself throwing one of her pillows at the door in outrage.
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2014 1:14 pm
Chapter 6
There was a sort of silence that fell over the apartment as he stirred his coffee. The scent of freshly ground cinnamon mixed with fresh cream scented the area, rising up from the mortar and porcelain dish on the counter behind him. Peter leaned against the light counter top as he sat the spoon in the deep sink beside him. There was something still not quite right and it settled deep down in his gut. He looked down at the slowly swirling coffee, trying to place it. He’d seen, done and felt many things in his life (well lives all things considered) but this one was beyond him.
He picked up his coffee and took the first sip, testing the waters as it were. The taste was bitter and sweet on his tongue and it let that play in his mouth as he walked over to the living room. Idly he fingered the gray material of the upholstery as he walked the pathway between the long dining table and the long L-shaped couch. Peter sat down at the end of it, flickering the television on to the news, and sat his cup of coffee on the end table beside him. It sat nestled behind most of the couch and yet cradled between two parts of the sectional without actually interrupting the fabric. Not that, that was the important part.
What was important sat in front of him. Peter stretched out along the couch, his feet just barely off the edge so the soles didn’t touch the fabric. His eyes practically glued to the news announcement in front of him. Some young reporter rattled off about the travesty of such an event as she stood behind the police line. Behind her, Peter could make out people hoisting a tarp covered body onto a stretcher. Pictures were still being snapped of the area and the chalk outline was obviously still fresh.
Well, they’d found murder one (or was that murder two?). Peter left the television on as he sipped on his coffee. Lydia has screamed twice during the night. The first one had woken him up as pain attacked him because of what he was. Though her first scream, beyond that, hadn’t concerned him because of who he was. It was the second one that brought him back from his attempt to rejoin the land of dreams which concerned him.
Two screams in one night meant more trouble than Peter first realized. The first one he hadn’t exactly been too keen on hearing either. It meant that someone else was stalking his home, his town, and killing the people inside of it. He didn’t know if the person deserved their death or not (they might have, this was Beacon Hills after all). All he knew was that they’d done so without asking him.
Oh sure, Scott was supposedly the Alpha now. He should be the one enforcing those boundaries. But this was Scott - the moral, the just, the incorruptible. He wouldn’t have the stomach that it took to keep a territory in their world. He had the same weakness of heart that Talia carried. Other people had respected her, just as they respected Scott now, but Peter knew that neither of them had the constitution to face the hard decisions of war.
No matter if someone tried to convince him differently, Peter understood that it had been war back then even if none of them knew about it. He snorted slightly to himself as he recalled all the signs of what was to come for his family, the ones that went practically ignored. If he had known what he knew now back then, well let’s say that he’d have done things a lot differently. Hindsite was a b***h.
Though the steps he would have taken had he known would have been brutal, it would have meant that more of his family would have lived. No one would have been very happy with him seeing as keeping his family safe would have meant killing his own sister. But they’d be alive. And that was more than many of them, most of them, had now.
It also happened to be more than the body being drug away by the local medical and law enforcement had. Peter sat his coffee back down as he spread his propped his elbows up on the back of the couch. He watched over the live news as Sheriff Stilinski leaned his head down towards the dispatch communicator. Then there was that bone chilled look that crossed his face as he started to bark out unheard orders. Looks like they’d just discovered the other body that Lydia had screamed for.
The news attendant should not have had her back to the ongoings of the scene, even if she had decided to go on a spiel about how the so dubbed “Cougar Killer” was on the loose once more.
Peter rolled his eyes. The official statements were all animal attacks. Just like this one was going to be, no doubt. Apparently this news lady was trying to stir up trouble by twisting the stories of what he had done more than a year ago into a much more interesting tail. Oddly it was closer to the truth to try and put a more human face to the kill than the animal it was going to be filed under. Although he wasn’t so keen on having the title “Cougar Killer” so hopefully that didn’t catch on.
Especially if they tried to link it to these latest kills. He had no part in those. Although he felt that his innocence wasn’t going to matter once Scott and his oh so mighty pack hear about it. He was going to be a suspect no matter what happened. Oh well, now he just had to wait to see how this played out and who tried to place the blame on him first.
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