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Derek felt his whole body tensing up, and a cold, rough shiver went down his spine.
His instincts told him to run. To leave. To get away. But he shouldn’t and he wouldn’t.
Alpha was there. And Derek trusted Alpha. He trusted Alpha with all of his heart, so when the girl started moving, he growled at it, lowering himself a bit to a fighting position. His fangs became visible and his posture became tensed, on edge, ready to fight or flight – depending on Alpha.
And then a dagger forced its way through the creature's head and got out of the other side of it. Thr girl – the actual human out of the pair, screamed in horror and her sobbing became more intense.
The thing – whatever ate Caroline, god knows how long ago – licked its lips. “You know, I never had a werewolf before. And aren’t you a treat, to begin with,” it said.
Derek growled. It was bleeding and in obvious pain, but Derek could tell the wound was healing – especially after the bite it took from his arm.
"I’m sorry. My werewolf isn’t for eating. May I offer biscuits instead?”
That seemed to piss the Ghoul even more. It turns its head in a sickening noise, the sound of the breaking bone cracking through the silence in the graveyard like a twig that’s been stepped upon and broke. “Caroline,” Emily sobbed, rubbing her eyes. Stiles turned to her. “Listen, sister, you really need to get out of here,” he said, “Now.”
"But Care-“ she started, “Is dead. Eaten alive by THAT thing over there. So go, now, because I don’t want the same fate happening to you.”
The girl hesitated but then nodded. “Okay,” she said, stepping back and almost falling, before forcing herself up again and standing, running quickly. When Stiles turned again, the body of the monster changed. It looked like it was almost… seen through, like someone curved out the skin and kept it there. The dark hair was stained from the blood, and the wound in its head looked like it reopened again.
What the actual fuck?
This wasn’t supposed to happen. What was even happening? Unless it shed off the former body that fast, and Stiles’ head snapped up.
"Derek!”
The werewolf pulled back and growled, his fangs ripping through the chest of the creature and leaving a nasty wound, some of the blood already pouring out. His fangs almost bit off three fingers too- from the new man in front of them.
"Little Caroline was so fun to hide with. Mike, however,” it moved a piece of dirty blond hair away from his face, tucking it behind her- no, he? Whatever the fuck, ear. The hair reached just under the thing’s ears, and it was weirdly handsome.
And naked. Really naked and bloody.
"Dude,” Stiles said, blinking, “So fucking creepy. I’m so fucking happy there are no stairs and a chainsaw around.”
When did his life turn into American Psycho? And to think his teachers thought he was just a brat.
Screw you, Mr Andrew. I totally made it in life. Killing naked things in graveyards! Yoohoo!
Yeah, he should have listened in math and take his damn Adrell.
The thing smiled at him, but then frowned when he felt the pain in his chest once it stepped closer.
"Werewolves and their claws. You, you dirty mutt, are only useful like that in bed,” it said in annoyance.
"Dude," Stiles pointed out, staring at the blonde, "Manners, please. And that was like, super offensive. We're all civilized people here. Now come on Der, we need to burn this thing before it lays eggs."
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Stiles wasn't really sure what they were facing, exactly. It was obvious the thing was a shapeshifter, but those creatures didn't usually spend their time lurking around in graveyards and hunting on little girls (he had a worse name for THAT option).
Maybe it was a very desperate shapeshifter. Maybe after feeding on too many alive humans, it understood it's become reckless, and that it was spotted. So, it switched it up to cold dishes instead.
But if it was just a shapeshifter, how the hell did they manage to shift so fast? shedding the former skin should be painful, slow, graphics. That kind of stuff you watch at 3 am on the weird side of youtube while desperately hoping your dad doesn't think it's porn, but then again, doesn't think it's a creature shedding its skin and changing into something they already ate (maybe he was talking out of experience, okay? don't judge him. He needed to learn, he needed information).
It seemed like the wound he gave the thing had completely healed by now after it shed the skin on its former meal and shifted into the blonde man. If it healed, what should they use to keep it injured? to keep it dead? Damnit, Stiles, think, think.
Maybe...
"Derek!" he called, and the werewolf's head snapped up before his feet went up and he roughly kicked the shifter a few feet away from him. He quickly ran over closer to his Alpha, wiping away some dry blood from his fingertips. "Keep it distracted," he commanded him, and Derek nodded quickly, "I'll be back soon."
"Yes, Alpha."
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He'll be back soon. Alpha will be back soon, and meanwhile, Derek will have to keep the thing busy. It was hard because whenever he got close enough to hit it - damn it, it had really good fighting skills and amazing physical strength - it healed up again a few minutes later. It shed skin again, but it didn't transform. It stayed in the body of the young, blonde man instead, but whenever it shed the skin, the new skin that appeared underneath it was completely healthy and clean, not even a single piece of dirt on it. And Derek had no idea how to handle a creature that kept healing whenever his claws ripped its chest and neck open. And Alpha was nowhere to be seen...
"Oh, are you getting tired?" the thing asked with a little smirk tugging at its lips, exposing perfectly white teeth, "I'm just starting. And there I thought dogs were loyal. Can't even follow your master's command to kill me?"
Distract you, Derek thought, and he seemed to be doing that very well, because the creature launched at him again, and attacked once more. He didn't know how long they've been doing it, really: going back and forth, attacking and launching at each other. It reminded him of tug of war with his siblings, back when he was a pup: trying to pull into opposite directions, each side trying to overcome the other. So here, it was the supernatural way: they were both trying to beat the other. He kept an eye on one of the tombs, not to get too far from where Alpha had commanded him to distract the thing. They were a few feet away from there, and the creature was trying to push him away even more, while Derek tried to do the opposite thing, and get closer to there since this was the spot he decided to focus on and settle in staying with it. But the longer it went on, the further away they moved.
"Does this turn you into an abandoned pet?" the thing asked, and Derek growled and got close enough to cut at his chest again, making the creature hiss in pain (Derek only cheered himself up by the fact it could, with no doubt, feel pain), "He left you and ran away. Just give up. Join me. We could have the pretty hunter for dinner. I'll wear his face. Will you rot against my leg if I do so?"
"Shut up!" Derek snapped. But... where was Alpha?
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"Hey, you son of a bitch! I heard you want my face. Is it because this body has a small dick, or...? I don't know, maybe naturally you struggle so you go for \those\ bodies instead--"
The blonde turned, stared at him with so much annoyance in its eyes only Stiles could bring out of someone, and moved closer to him. "You humans," it muttered, "I've had enough of this little game of yours. You're dead."