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The bass is near deafening, causing tremors to be felt in the bar top from it. Derek really wishes this club wasn’t the only place in a five-mile radius that stocked alcohol with wolfsbane. You’d think that it being supposedly the place for supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills, they’d cater to the sensitive ears of werewolves and keep the volume at a level that didn’t threaten to send drinks toppling off tables. Derek finishes off his beer and moves to get up when he feels it.
For about a month Derek’s felt off - like something was there - barely there, like a tickle at the back of his mind. It’s back, but this time stronger and he can actually feel eyes boring into his head.
He quickly makes a decision as he pushes through the moving bodies on the dance floor, gyrating to the music, and heads to the bathroom. He rounds a corner and right as the restroom door comes into view he swiftly spins around, catching the person who was following him by the wrist as they collide with his chest.
It’s… a girl?
She looks like she’s in her early twenties with long brown hair, and the closer he looks he can see moles dotting up the side of her face and-… And she was just following him, now isn’t the time to admire her features. He looks from the moles on her face to her eyes that, okay look slightly panicked, and now that he listens he can hear her heartbeat, which sounds elevated, and that combined with the look of growing urgency on her face is enough to snap him out of whatever revere he had started to enter.
“Why were you following me?” He growls in her face.
She looks unperturbed by his growling, and acts like she hasn’t even heard his question.” Listen, you need to leave now. Trust me, I’ll explain later but-“ Derek is pushing her away, releasing the hold he had on her and effectively cutting her off. He doesn’t feel like dealing with this. He doubts that whatever she says has any merit and she’s probably high, he fleetingly thinks.
Derek’s met his fair share of crazies in these clubs; they think they’re predicting the future or sent on some special mission. Derek snorts. Yeah, no thanks, he doesn’t feel like riding the crazy train today. He pushes back into the thrum of bodies on the floor.
Derek’s made it about ten steps away from the girl when a man suddenly jumps on him, and is shoving a syringe into his neck, pushing the plunger down filling his veins with a liquid that feels like ice to his system.
“Damn it!” the girl cusses from behind him, and suddenly the man holding him is gone. Tackled off by the girl who is still cursing but- at him now?
“I fucking told you! I did! I warned you-you–you asshole!”
She quickly incapacitates the man who had jumped him, and she’s whipping a staff out from seemingly nowhere. Then, in a graceful movement he didn’t think her body could possess, she draws a circle around him on the ground. The people around them on the floor backs away, no one trying to assist them.
He takes a second to look at the ground around him, and wonder what exactly that was supposed to be before another man is grabbing the girl from behind “Yeah, hands off, fuck you very much” she delivers a sharp blow to his nose with her elbow.
Derek, suddenly remembering the exact situation he’s in, slashes his claws across his thigh to kick-start his healing. It won’t stop whatever they’ve injected him with, but at least it will slow down it taking effect, no matter how briefly.
Derek looks around the club, and while the lights are still flashing, and the bass of the music still shaking tables, the club itself is in the process of being deserted. Figures, in the supernatural community fight breaks out and people scatter.
There appear to be roughly, what- twenty men in total heading for them, pushing through people trying to quickly leave. His legs are starting to feel weak, and he falls, right as the two men, who had been previously running at him, go flying backwards from a blindingly white light that flares from the circle drawn around him.
“Oh” Derek says from his place on the ground where things are starting to feel fuzzy. He briefly thinks he should get up and help, but when he tries to push himself up with his arms he just collapses back onto the ground that, regrettably, reeks of various bodily fluids.
The girl is continuing to fight off his attackers not 15 feet away, hair flying everywhere as she delivers kicks and punches on them. She isn’t fighting all of them, though. Some men are still flinging themselves at the barrier separating them from Derek. The barrier itself apparently isn’t that strong of a deterrent. He watches as they start throwing things at it, which would actually be entertaining in any other scenario, Derek thinks as the chair someone threw flies off the barrier, and takes out two guys who had been prepared to try to throw a table trying to get to him.
He looks back to the fight happening beside him where the girl is single handedly taking on the growing number of attackers, who are slowly giving up on the barrier; he can see her starting to lose steam. There are too many men against them, well her, and Derek’s vision is getting dark around the edges as he digs his nails deeper into his legs.
Just as Derek sees them starting to overwhelm his mystery savior, her eyes start to fog over white. The sight itself is one Derek has never seen, and he´s not sure it’s not drug induced. He tightens his grip on his thigh even more; he can feel his blood warm between his fingers. When he looks back up, her eyes are still white, except now her body is starting to rise into the air.
This seems to have their attackers a little lost for words too, because they’ve all stopped to watch her body as it rises. There’s a moment of complete stillness, everyone is watching her just floating ten feet up in the air, eyes now closed almost peacefully. That moment is shattered the second her eyes burst open, and her body goes hurtling back to earth where she lands, slamming her staff into the ground. A pulse of force flies out from her in all directions, sending everything hurtling backwards, and Derek’s thankful for his barrier that’s still holding up keeping the flying debris from hitting him.
Suddenly, she seems to be renewed with new energy. The attackers can’t even touch her: she simply throws her hand out and they go flying as they’re hit with her waves of force.
She’s raising her hand in the air, and at first Derek isn’t sure why all the men freeze, eyes widening, but then he gets it as he looks over to the bar and sees all the bottles of liquor levitating. After a slight pause she throws her arm forward, and the bottles go hurtling around her at the attackers imbedding glass in them and soaking them with alcohol.
She clears her throat and raises her other hand, where now a ball of fire resides. “Leave! Tell whoever hired you that he-“she points to Derek “-is under my protection. You have ten seconds to clear the building before I think of a few good uses for this.” The flame grows in her hand and the men go scattering.
Derek can’t feel where his claws are dug into his leg anymore. He doesn’t think he feels anything; everything seems light, like he isn’t attached to his body.
His head lolls to the side and he watches as his savior’s eyes go back to normal, after the last man exits. Then she just collapses to the ground.
The last thing Derek registers before everything goes dark, is the blood bleeding through the fabric of her shirt and the way she clutches the phone like a lifeline as she drags herself toward him.
The girl gets one word into the phone before she joins Derek in unconsciousness “Isaac-“.