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Whumptober Day 9 - Presumed Dead/ Blind Rage
Derek Hale was tired of fighting all the time. It had been non stop ever since Kate Argent burned his family alive. First it was feeling his pack die, then moving across the country to avoid being detected by the Argents, Laura dying and Derek coming back to Beacon Hills, only to be arrested for murdering his own sister.
Now his pack was fighting the Alpha Pack, and winning, though the dark magic around Beacon Hills has gotten worse that even the Alpha Pack noticed. As one half of his pack looked for the magic user, the other half was fending off the little attacks of the Alphas. Ennis, Kali and Deucalion were often setting traps, but Derek managed to turn the twins Ethan and Aiden to his side.
Stiles Stilinski was a very powerful spark, and they wanted him. Derek would never allow that, because unbeknownst to Stiles, he and the human were mates. The Alphas didn't care, so while searching for Erica and Boyd, he had to protect the human. Stiles, though, said he could protect himself and he sure did when they found not only Boyd and Erica, but his long lost younger sister Cora.
The bank vault may have prevented their shifts, but Stiles' magic anchored them in the present. Now they were all at his loft that he just bought, and Stiles managed to decorate, with the help of Lydia Martin, when the lights flickers and the boundary alarm went off. The pack stood at the ready, when the three alphas entered, eyes glowing red.
"This is my territory, Deucalion. My den and you dare to enter?" Derek growled, standing at the front of his pack, while they surrounded Stiles and Lydia.
"We want the Spark, Hale," Ennis growled through his fangs. Kali just tapped her toe claws into his nice, new hardwood floor.
"He already said no," Stiles chirps from the back, getting huffs of annoyance from everyone.
"You will come or your pack will pay the price." Deuc calmly stated, "Ethan, Aiden this is how you thank me for taking care of you so long? By joining the Hale Pack?"
"We're Alphas because you forced us to kill our pack. We weren't going to let that happen and have you kill us too." one of the twins said, getting nods of agreement from the others. "You force betas into captivity, so when they were released, we had to put them down. Not anymore, Deucalion. Derek already accepted our pack bond."
With Stiles bonded to the pack, the Hale Pack is once again one of the strongest packs in the world. Which is what drew the Alpha Pack here in the first place. "I'm still the Demon Wolf, and this pack is inexperienced. If Stiles won't join me, then we will cut you down."
Stiles' magic fills the air, crackling. "I would like to see you try,"
Ennis jumped into the pack, trying to get to Stiles when he was attacked by Jackson, Ethan and Boyd. Kali smiled and flipped on his couch, where Lydia, Allison and Erica sat. Those two groups focused on the other Alphas, while Derek, Scott, Aiden, Isaac and Cora faced off with the so-called "Demon Wolf." Stiles was flitting between everyone, projecting his face in front of everyone, making Ennis and Kali very confused. The only real Stiles was the one behind Deucalion, magic surrounding him.
Derek was more powerful than Deucalion and it was showing. The older Alpha was flagging earlier, his severed bonds with Aiden and Ethan weakening him a bit. They were really fighting as much as circling each other, hearing sounds of two fights happening.
Deucalion turned around and lunged toward Stiles, who wasn't quick enough to dodge the claws coming at him and was impaled by the claws. Derek felt Stiles' magic flow from him, away from Deucalion who growled thinking he would get the power inside the Spark.
He threw the human across the room and everyone stopped, because they felt the pack bond dissolve. The only way it dissolved was when that pack member died. The Hale Pack felt the loss, and they went rabid, blinded by grief and rage. Scott snarled, and launched himself at the back of Deucalion, claws in his eyes, while Erica was squeezing the life out of Kali, when Allison took his wolfbane coated knife and slammed it into her heart.
The alpha spark drained from her and went into Derek, where he only saw rage. His anchor was gone. Ennis was putting up a good fight, until Boyd sent Lydia flying into him, the same wolfsbane knife aimed for his torso. Her scream echoed loud enough to disorientate Ennis, and she also plunged the knife into his heart.
His alpha spark poured into Derek, and he felt the rage, the terror come to his forefront and he felt his entire body shift. The pack, and Deucalion who was fighting valiantly against the other wolves, silently turned to him as he fully shifted into a wolf.
It was at this point he lunged for the Demon Wolf, and got stopped by a magical field. The pack bond that dissolved was back and Stiles was standing there, fully healed. "You aimed for the stomach asshole!"
In a second, the windows blew in and another presence, a dark presence made their entrance. The disgruntled pack barely acknowledged her, and Derek was let go, so he trotted over to Stiles, sniffing him to ensure he was ok.
"And who might you be?" A smarmy voice asked, when Derek realized his uncle Peter was late to the game or right on time. You never knew with him.
"Julia Baccari, and I was their emissary before they tried to kill me." The female stood there, horribly disfigured when she changed her appearance, to look like the woman who tried to seduce him.
"You wanted power just like the rest of us," Deuc said, making Stiles laugh.
"Please, she's a darach, always has been. Her soul was tainted, so being an emissary didn't last long. She probably helped you kill other packs before you discarded her, right? Or at least tried to."
Stiles was probably right, from what Derek knew about darachs. "Like I was nothing to them. I pleasured them, helped them kill and I got clawed to the face and neck."
Dark magic was surrounding her, so much the entire pack was uneasy. Darachs were unstable as it is, but this one was even more so. Derek remained in his full shift, coming up to Stiles's abdomen and he felt a hand in his fur. The magic, the same magic that brought Stiles back to life, flowed into him.
"Well Deuc, I can say you really don't know how to kill anyone do you? You failed with me, which by the way, getting clawed in the stomach and throat? Not much fun, but it takes a lot more than that to kill a Spark like myself. You also failed to kill one of the most unstable creatures out there. Demon Wolf my ass," Stiles said as the Alpha Pack leader lunged for him, only to be stopped by a force field.
"He's mine," the Darach said, struggling with Stiles over Deucalion who was slowly being choked. "I'm more powerful than you, I completed three rituals."
"And I saved most of them, so you didn't complete them. Try that again without a Spark and a Banshee," Magic swirled around everyone, and Stiles kept everyone still, except Derek. "Deucalion is not yours to kill, he's Derek's. You know this full shift Hale Wolf next to his mate and Spark? You want the damaged Alpha Spark? Because it won't do you any good."
Julia launched herself at Stiles and Derek, only to be stopped by the invisible boundary in his living room. He would be forever grateful that Stiles did warding through the loft. The only reason the Alpha Pack got in was because they went through the one way that wasn't warded.
Stiles' eyes glowed purple, signaling he was drawing strength from the pack bond, "I, however, will finish the job Deucalion finished to do. Because you, my dear, cannot live." His voice got deeper and he suspected previous emissaries from the packs the Alpha Pack decimated inhabited him. His mate was awesome.
Soon enough, Julia's face fell into a deep sleep, sagging as she was lowered to the floor. "I drained her magic. Without it, she won't live long. We just need to burn their bodies, and spread their ashes."
Stiles turned to Deucalion, who was struggling against the four wolves holding him down. "As for you, Demon Wolf… maybe I will just take your Alpha Spark, cleanse and leave you a puny human for the rest of your days. Like Julia, you won't last long. Without the Spark, you will be left with nothing but the voices in your head."
The other Alpha growled until his eyes glowed blue then stopped glowing. Derek, along with his pack, felt the change immediately when Stiles took the spark and cleansed it. The wolf waited patiently, watching as Deucalion found with the voices in his head.
He felt another spark enter him, bolstering his power that was already high. Woofing in acknowledgement, Christopher Argent appears with the Sheriff, and stares at the bodies. "Oh hey, Pops. You're a little late to the game but hey all that Spark stuff you taught me? Look at what I did!"
The Sheriff huffed in exasperation and motioned to Chris to help clear out the bodies. "My son truly gets this from his mother's side," the hunter raised an eyebrow which got another sigh. "I'm not as powerful as Stiles, but I do have a spark. It's only trained to see if a case is supernatural, which is why I knew to come here."
"Yes, no more secrets!" Stiles exclaimed, while the others groaned.
"I know he's your mate, Stiles. God." the sheriff muttered, "Looks like you need a new place though. Is the Hale House renovation done?"
Derek looked at him, like he couldn't believe he expected Derek to talk. "It just needed to be cleansed of the spirits, which Lydia, Deaton, you and I can do. It will take all of us."
"Fine by me. Let's take care of these bodies and then go do that so you all have a place to sleep tonight."
Stiles grabs the bodies and piles them outside through the broken windows. "All yours, Daddio. I'll see you when you come by the Hale House."
Sheriff Stilinski engulfs his son in a hug, and holds him close. A hand reaches down to pet his head, and he nuzzles it in acknowledgement. "Oh and next time kid, don't die."
"Dad, come on. That's like the third time I have technically 'died'. It takes a lot more to kill us Stilinskis." Derek woofs and trots next to Stiles, as the pack heads downstairs to make way to the new den.
"Guys come on, I really tried…" Bickering voices were heard, but all Derek heard was his mate's heartbeat and that he was alive.
He was so gonna mate the man tonight. It was finally time.