Derek Hale (iamthealpha) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-10-17 19:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | derek hale, peter hale |
Who: Derek and Peter
What: Hale family reunion
When: Tonight, after Peter's message
Where: Peter's new old house
Warnings: Oh, absolutely.
He shouldn't do it. The logical side of him knew that he shouldn't go, that he should go check on his sister and his pack, and go see Lydia how he had promised, but he didn't. Not even his agreement with Laura to not seek out Peter could hold him back after reading Peter's post and the comments. He knew he was setting a bad example, and he could at least take someone with him, but the point of this whole thing wasn't to have an audience. Peter had wanted a family reunion, right? He had wanted to talk to Derek, well they were going to meet face to face.
With his enhanced abilities being back, he moved out of the prison at a speed that, if Adrian was watching, he'd just be a blur of red zooming through. Derek didn't waste any time, and he didn't message Scott until he was well away from the prison - there was nothing to discuss with anyone in the prison. Not even Cora. She had her opportunity to seek out Peter, and now it was his. Not for the same reason, not by a long shot, but Derek moved through the forest with a thirst for blood that was driving every fiber in his being crazy.
Because he was tired. He was sick and fucking tired of Peter. Of his bullshit, of his lies. Of his inability to stop fucking up his life, and the lives of others. Derek was fucking fed up, and as far as he was concerned, tonight it would end. One way or another, something was going to end, and in his mind the only solution was Peter.
Tracking him was difficult initially, but Peter had made sure that his scent could be caught soon enough. It should concern him, and make him realize that this was a trap, but in some sick way Derek knew why he had done it. He knew that, after that post, Derek would seek him out. Uncle Peter had always known best, right? Uncle Peter had known Derek best, and just the thought made his blood boil even worse.
Fuck you, he wanted to scream. FUCK YOU.
He didn't scream, though. Especially not when he finally arrived at an enormous house that seemed to be on the verge of falling apart. Peter was in there, and Derek tore through the door as he let himself in. An angry growl that was strong enough to make the floorboards vibrate escaped his throat, especially when he saw his uncle. Just sitting at the table, with a bottle and his feet up as if he was there for a social visit.
With another growl, he stormed in his direction and swatted at the bottle, sending it flying across the room and shattering it in a million pieces. "You piece of SHIT. You had to drag another poor bastard along with you? Making the rest if us fucking miserable wasn't consolation enough for you? WHAT DID YOU DO."