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Epilogue
"Caliente is not allowed as a word Derek," Lydia protested with a playful sigh as she rested on her stomach on the picnic blanket that was laid out in a clearing of the preserve. She rested her head on her hands as she watched him amused.
"Says the woman who just laid down the word 'baisers’. I'm just following the theme." Derek said with a smirk resting on the opposite side of the board as he watched Lydia leaning his hand against his head.
Lydia rolled her eyes, “It’s technically slang, but I’ll allow it because I like you.” She replied before glancing back down at the letters in front of her. She gnawed on her bottom lip before lifting three blocks from her stack and reaching over the board placing them down. “Aqua-vitae,” she said with a smirk, “And that’s a double word score 19 points times two, is thirty eight.” Lydia told him smugly, though her tone was playful.
Derek laughed as he examined his blocks "Water of life. Hmm,” he pondered momentarily, “Alright Martin. How's this?" and he laid down Thanatos with a smug smile of his own.
Lydia glanced up from the board and arched an eyebrow at Derek, "Greek God of Death…I could counter that with Banshee,” she responded amused and then shook her head and caught his gaze. “You realize this is why they ran away from us when we brought out the scrabble board right?” She inquired as she picked up a few extra tiles and spelled out ‘Atropos’.
Derek Put down his final four pieces 'Eros' "Maybe I was trying to get rid of them,” he said with a grin as he leaned into her for a kiss.
Lydia smirked, cupped his cheek and returned the kiss. "You’re pretty smart sometimes." She murmured against his lips before deepening the kiss.
Derek moved his lips over hers, threading his fingers into her hair. "I am.” He agreed resting his forehead against hers, smile pulling at his lips.
Lydia’s expression warmed as she tilted her head and captured his lips in another kiss glad that she’d given Derek a chance. Who would have thought the two of them together would make her this happy. She certainly hadn’t.
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Two Weeks Earlier
He saw them all scrambling to dig outward but he knew better. His best chance was to go further into the tunnel and create a new way out for himself. He ran deeper than before, dodging debris and dead bodies. He scrambled into a side tunnel, his eyes glowing, his senses on overdrive as he tried to find a good place to make his exit.
He paused once he’d gone a couple of hundred feet, his head cocking to the side. This was the spot. He shifted turning towards the wall, lifting his fist and slamming into the hard rock of the tunnel walls. And then his other hand joined in, fists pounding at the dirt, rocks and earth, dust filling the area around him.
He kept moving, faster, his body squirming through the hole he’d created, digging and scratching up into the earth, clawing his way to the surface. He could smell the soil around him, and practically taste the fresh air. And then with a flourish and a loud growl his hand burst from the ground, making the grass fly as it poked out from the earth reaching up, claws elongated. A grin curled at Peter’s lips. He was free.