Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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SUNLIGHT SPILLS IN THROUGH THE WINDOWS OF A BARE, STONE-LADEN LOFT. Isaac passes through the light, pacing nervously, while Derek sits patiently at a work table.
"I'm starting to not like this idea. It sounds dangerous. I definitely don't like it. And I definitely don't like him."
Derek sighs, "You'll be fine."
Issac stops pacing and crosses his arms, "Why does it have to be him?"
"He knows how to do it. I don't. It'd be more dangerous if I tried it myself."
"You know Scott doesn't trust him. And personally, I trust Scott."
"Do you trust me?"
Issac looks off through the window and rolls his eyes then turns back to Derek, "Yeah. But I still don't like him."
Derek shrugs, "No one likes him."
The steel door of Derek's loft slides open to reveal the man they're talking about.
Peter Hale.
"Boys, just an F-Y-I. Yes, coming back from the dead left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing? Still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is you're feeling straight to my face."
Derek turns to stare at his Uncle with a blank face, "We don't like you. Now shut up and help us."
"Fair enough."
Peter snaps open his hand, claws unsheathed. Moments later, Isaac sits in a chair, nervously gripping the arm rests. He flinches as Peter delicately touches his claws to the nape of his neck.
"Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm."
Looking nervous as well, Derek watches Peter gently feel for the right placement of his claws on Isaac's neck.
"How do you know how to do this?"
Peter pursues his lips nonchalantly, "It's an old ritual. Used mostly by Alphas since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One little slip and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them."
Issac gulps, "Have you had a lot of practice?"
"I've never paralyzed anyone."
Issac freezes realizing something immediately, "Wait, does that mean-"
But Peter jams his claws in. Isaac's head jerks up in shock, the world suddenly spinning around him. Both of their eyes begin to glow, Isaac's turning a fiery yellow while Peter's suffuse with a brilliant blue.
Derek watches Peter's head wrench to the side, eyes moving about as if seeing something.
A small shaft of light slips into the vault illuminating two sleeping teenagers. Just silhouettes in the darkness. Figures rush in suddenly, hands reaching for them.
