kate argent don't have time for that. (fuckthecode) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-11-28 01:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | derek hale, kate argent |
Who: Kate and Derek
What: Haunting dreams
When: Forward dated, two nights from now
Where: Derek's cell and then the Hale house
Warnings: Cruelty to animals.
"Well, isn't this fantastic." The grumble escaped her lips as she stood in front of the tree that led her here. The Nemeton. Her eyes focused on it, but even that was boring, but what was interesting was the ground below it. The dirt was fresh, kicked around. Dug up. "But that's interesting." She squatted down, getting a better view, but when she reached out to touch, her fingers went right through. She couldn't feel it physically, but she could feel whatever power and answers just flowing through her. Everett wasn't exactly on her list of places to go, but it was sure as hell a lot better than where she was. And one thing that Everett had that 'where she was' didn't have? Family. She felt that thick within her and a smile curled on her lips. It wouldn't be long until she saw them, saw what little tricks they were up to, see what kind of woman Allison had grown to be. It excited her, knowing that natural talent was just running and flowing through her veins. She was her own weapon, but the girl looked good with her crossbow as long as it was pointing to where it needed to be pointed to. The enemy. The filthy, disgusting animals that ran around pretending to be normal and human. They weren't and she knew that all too well.
No matter what good you tried to spit from your lips, there was that evil, that switch that just flipped and in the end, you were just a monster. Nothing would change that.
She eyed the tree once more, the dug up graves and turned, walking carelessly through the forest. She was a ghost, a non existent, but nothing would stop her from seeing her brother, her niece. She felt it all around her, the supernatural aspect of Everett. It was clear as fucking day and it made her sick at what was running around, free. The zombies were one thing, that was a virus, but the wolves and vampire's, shit this was hell. Not where she was but Everett. Pure hell and if Allison and Chris were just sitting back and letting this happen they were seriously jacked. Kate would remind them.
She roamed around Everett, checking out the scenery which was pretty pathetic. Scoping out a few places, but the prison pulled her closer and closer. She stopped though, in her tracks from across the field seeing Derek fucking Hale walking with ... "Shit." The word was muttered as Kate was in disbelief. "Cora Hale. It's been awhile," she said to herself, but seriously, what the hell were they doing coming from the prison?
Moving swiftly through the tall grass, she watched after them until she couldn't anymore, but made her way to the prison. She could tell there were so many like her - ghosts. They were all brought here by the fucking Nemeton and she was curious as to what that meant. If something was about to happen, but really, that would just be a good time for this place. She roamed the halls, finding absolutely nothing she was looking for. Until she saw Allison and she smiled, but kept her distance. She looked fucking amazing. She looked older, wiser, but she felt it on Allison. That darkness. It was consuming and Kate could have choked on it if she was able to choke. Turning her head slightly, she saw eyes on her, but just rolled her own as she continued walking, checking out the cells, the people, the monsters. There were so many. No wonder Allison was filled with that ticking time bomb syndrome.
It was delicious.
Rolling her neck, she kept it moving throughout the prison until she found that little fuckers cell. Derek's. She never pegged Derek for a prison kind of guy, but the cells were like kennel's and rabid fucks like him needed to be locked up. It was frustrating. She was here, but couldn't do shit, she was a ghost. Of course it was her luck.
Throughout the night though, her luck changed. While the people of the prison slept, the ghosts stayed up and played and she overheard talk about dreams, walking in on dreams how they felt oh so real. Huh. Interesting. She was tempted to see Allison, to even see her brother, but no. She wanted Derek. She wanted him to suffer, she wanted him to burn. She smiled at that. Burn. She definitely did. She was new at this, she had to practice it out first, so she found some lowly random sleeping soundly in their cell and she stood over them. Eying them carefully, she waited for it. And waited for it. And nothing. "Come on!" Her words were out in an angered whisper and she tried again. Concentrating, getting it right and suddenly, she was in their dream. She didn't know the person for shit, but it felt different than where she was just was. Almost prickly, tingly and she rolled her back trying to shake the feeling. She thought about something else, someplace else.
The Hale house and suddenly she was there and so was this dreadful fool. She kicked the bed and they sprang from their sleep. Reaching forward, she grabbed their shirt and pulled them up and she just laughed. Laughed so fucking hard because this was amazing. The guy she was holding up looked at her, confused and she just shoved him back. "Oh, this is great. You realize this, right?" Of course he didn't have any idea what she was talking about, to him it was just a dream but to her? This was fucking gold. She could manipulate the dreams, she could touch, she could do whatever the hell she wanted to just because she could and there wasn't any way he could stop her. She'd get revenge, he'd get what was coming to him. All in good time.
She left the boy on the bed as she walked around the familiar house. It was empty, quiet, every foot fall and there was a creak. Homey, truly. Of course the smell of burnt flesh still hung in the air and to most that would be a turn off but to Kate Argent, it just got her going so much more because she did this and she wanted to do it again, only this time, it would just be Derek. He'd burn. She'd watch and then move right on to the next. Like they were nothing because they were nothing. Just wolves, little puppies that needed to be put down for good and it was all in the name of revenge now.
A few nights later, she found herself roaming the prison. Not bringing herself out to say anything to anyone, not even the other ghosts, not even to Allison or Chris. Don't get her wrong, she wanted to, but the force was strong with this one and she had that one track mind that just wouldn't quit. It was beating at her head so loudly that it was all she saw, all she felt. Her arms filled with goosebumps because of the anticipation of it all. She felt herself get hot in all the right places despite the incorporeal condition she was experiencing.
And then it happened. He was sleeping, soundly in that fucking bunk and she stared down at him. His beautiful dark features, his strong arms, that gorgeous fucking physique. She could tear him up and not feel an ounce of remorse for killing him shortly after. She reached out, expecting to feel him underneath her fingertips, but she didn't and she just smiled wickedly. "Oh, Derek," she whispered and shook her head. "Such a beautiful fucking waste."
Her fingertips couldn't touch him, but for a second she pretended. This was the calm before the storm, the excitement was running through her just waiting for that moment when it was all going to hit and blow her over. She lived for it. That rush. She wanted it all, she craved it.
And when she slipped inside, she thought of the one place, that one little place that would bring her to that spot that made her all warm and tingly. Of course it was the Hale house. And when she looked up, she saw Derek, all chained up and defenseless. His bare chest all exposed and reminding her of what a good time he could be. She grinned as she walked forward, slowly and carefully. It wasn't a good idea to wake the pooch so suddenly, so of course, that's why she did it. One cold, hard, slap to his face and she brought that hand right back up, her finger touching her lip as she tilted her head.
"Hey handsome. Miss me?" Biting that lower lip, she took a step back and admired him. "Wow, you haven't changed a bit. I have to say, you look delicious." She eyed the chains and slowly set her sights on him. "I learned a trick. I mean, it's only been a few days and it sucks 'cause you know, I'm a ghost thanks to Peter, but who knew I'd ever be able to touch you again," she grinned running her finger over his lips and down his chest. "Come on Derek. Just a little smile. Think you can muster that?" She smiled, her eyes so fucking bright, they almost sparkled.