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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall/Kira_Yukimura
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Sheriff_Stilinski, Braeden_(Teen_Wolf),
      Kira_Yukimura, Scott_McCall, Liam_Dunbar, Malia_Tate, Chris_Argent,
      Jordan_Parrish, Lydia_Martin, Danny_Mahealani, Jackson_Whittemore, Isaac
      Lahey, Original_Character
  Series:
      Part 5 of The_Alpha_Within
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-16 Words: 2581
****** The Alpha Within: Ghosts of Beacon Hills Past ******
by ChrisVD
Summary
     Shaun shows his true colors. The Were-Cetus finally reveals itself.
     Someone unexpected comes to save the day. Derek Hale makes a
     (predictable) dramatic entrance, and someone dies! (GASP!) John
     Stilinski also threatens Derek, and someone unexpected comes crying
     for help. Will it be the end of the Were-Cetus? WIll Stiles and Derek
     finally have sex? Will I stop asking questions? Who knows?
Notes
     I hope I tied most of the loose ends in the previous chapters. If you
     haven't yet read the previous works of this series, you wont
     understand this one. This work is un-beta'd, so all mistakes were
     made by myself. Thank you to all of those who left kudos or comments.
     I try to update daily, and the comments/kudos make it worth it. I
     write chapters, and post them the next day. I hope you all enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
I led Lydia into my room. I walked over to the bookshelf as she sat down at my
desk. “You can search the digital Beastiary while I go through all of these,” I
say as I pull multiple books down from my bookshelf. Some of these include
‘Greek Myths and Their Interpretations’, ‘Μυθικά πλάσματα: Ελληνική μυθολογία
(Mythical Creatures: Greek Mythology)’, and ‘Cassiopeia: A Tale’. “Looks like
we have a long night ahead of us,” Lydia says as she reads through the
Beastiary. My phone makes a chirping noise alerting me of a text. I open my
phone and it nearly falls out of my hands.
Hey Stiles. I was wondering if you’d like to get that coffee today. I’m sure
you can spare some time for coffee with a pal.
“What is it, Stiles?” I struggle to swallow past the lump in my throat. “Uh,
well, when Danny and I went to Jungle, I met a guy named Shaun. I went on a
date with him. It was only coffee. I promised him another coffee date, and now
I’m with Derek.” He deserves better than a ‘Sorry, I’m sick.’ Text. “I’ll just
go and tell him that I’m with Derek. I’ll be back before you can even translate
the word Cetus from Latin,” I say as I grab my jacket from the foot of my bed.
Lydia looks pissed. “You can’t just leave, Stiles! We have research to do, and
I promised Derek that I would keep you here.” I can’t just bail. I owe him
this. He was so sweet to me. “I’ll be back before you know it, I promise.” I
walk out of the room, and grab my keys on my way out the door. I call Shaun and
he picks up on the fourth ring. “Stilinski! How are ya?” Wow. Guilt washes over
me, and I suddenly realize that I led him on. “I’m great. Where am I meeting
you? I have to tell you something that I’d rather say in person,” I say as I
pull out of my driveway. “Oh my god! You’re pregnant? I thought we used
protection! Damn barista and her impregnating Frappuccino’s.” I chuckle. “No,
nothing like that,” I say with a grin. “Well I’ll text you the address. I have
something important to tell you as well!”
I enter the address into my GPS app, and make my way there. When I arrive
there, there’s no Café in sight. When I look around I recognize the place
almost immediately. I’m in the Warehouse District. The Warehouse District is a
group of warehouses that take up a few city blocks about 3 blocks from Derek’s
loft. I exit my Jeep and notice Shaun leaning against the door to the warehouse
he sent me the address for. “Welcome, Stiles, to the Warehouse District. Here
lie the best Industrial Businesses in the South Side of Beacon Hills. I’m sure
you’ve heard of it before,” he says as he pushes himself off of the door. I
walk over to him and he gestures to the building. “My father once worked in
this building. It was owned by Chris Argent for his company. Funny name;
Argent. It’s French for Silver. I’m sure you knew that. Anyway, this building
has been abandoned for a couple of years. I broke in and set up a surprise
picnic for us,” he says as he opened up the door. Now’s the time to tell him.
“Hey, Shaun, the picnic sounds great and all, but I kinda have a boyfriend
now.” I feel so awful for having led him on. Why did I have to be the one who
broke his heart. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just a friendly little picnic,” He
says as he ushers me inside and closes the door behind us.
I walk a few steps in to the building. It looks no different from when we
protected Satomi Ito’s pack. There’s no sign of a picnic anywhere. I keep
looking around the huge room for a picnic set. From right behind me I hear
Shaun say in a voice slightly deeper than normal, “Remember when I said I had
something to tell you?” The voice sends chills down my spine. I turn only to
jump back and flail. Shaun is no longer even remotely human. His once blue eyes
now glow a dark green. What I’m looking upon is no teenager. Shaun is- Shaun
is- Shaun’s the Were-Cetus.
Oh my god. Here I am feeling bad for leading him on, and he’s only dating me so
that I would fall for his trap. No wonder he dated me. I knew he was too good
looking for me. Sharp blow to the chest, that is. “Y-y-y-you’re the W-W-Were
Cetus,” I say unable to hide my nervous stutter. I stumble back but run into
the desk behind me. “Oh, Stiles. Didn’t your dear father teach you not to talk
to strangers? What would he say if he knew you were drinking coffee with
complete strangers,” Shaun asks. His voice is no longer even close to the
soothing tone it once was. It’s now distorted and sharp. He moves- no- slithers
over to me. His long body is sliding creepily along the floor. His body is
long, and his complexion is a pale color. “What do you want with me,” I ask
with as much courage as I can muster. I need to stall. I need to wait it out.
The pack will be here soon. They always save the day. Scott will make an
overdramatic entrance and then beat up Shaun. It has to happen.
“You killed my lover. At first I was confused as to why. Anubis never took a
life. I then came to the realization that you killed him in cold blood. You
killed him out of the pure need to take a life. So this is my vendetta,” Shaun
said with a hiss. Malia had mentioned that I took the life of a Were-Cetus when
possessed by the Nogitsune. It was Shaun’s lover. “Listen, Shaun, you can’t do
this. Please. When I killed Anubis, I was possessed by an Ancient Evil Kitsune
Spirit. I would never consciously kill someone out of cold blood. You have to
believe me,” I plea. “How dare you call me by that disgusting guise of a name?
I am Apollon, Heir to the Great Nomiki, Prince to the Cetea,” he says. There’s
enough venom in his voice to kill an Alpha. There’s probably enough in his
system to do so. “I apologize for my misunderstanding,” I say with all the
honesty I can show. “I also apologize for killing your lover. I know it doesn’t
excuse my actions, but I promise you that I've felt guilty about it every damn
day of my life,” I say as my voice uncontrollably wavers. Apollon backs me into
a corner. I have nowhere to run. There’s no way to escape. I’m going to die at
the venomous fangs of a vengeful serpent, and nobody will be able to save me.
“I almost forgave you when I saw the bags under your eyes, and the countless
tales of death shown within your gaze. I nearly left for home, and then you go
and find love within the Beta. How is it fair for you to find love after ending
the life of mine? It’s not fair. It is inexcusable and disrespectful. I will
kill you Athanasios Stilinski, and no force of nature can stop me.” I closed my
eyes and braced myself for death. Maybe I’ll see my mom on the other side. I
miss her so much. I’m ready for the kill, but it never comes. I open my eyes as
Apollon whips his head to the side.
A figure breaks through one of the large windows on the wall to the right of
us, and lands in a crouch. The sound of glass shattering and hitting concrete
fills the room. “Did someone call for a Beta,” The all too familiar voice asks.
The familiar man stands and shifts into his beta form, eyes glowing blue. He
never does fail to make an entrance. He walks over to the nearest desk and
leans on it. “Now that I’m here can someone please tell me what the HELL is
going on,” he asks looking obviously annoyed. Actually, to think of it, when
isn’t he annoyed? “Who dares to interrupt me,” Apollon asks towards the person
he isn’t yet familiar with. The man stands and walks towards Apollon with an
arm extended in an attempted hand shake. “Whittemore, Jackson Whittemore.”
Apollon hisses. “Right. You have no arms,” Jackson says with a smirk. Sarcastic
prick. “Are you here to save me, or make small talk?” Suddenly 11 figures
emerge from the entrance to the warehouse. “Never could get anything done
right, could you Whittemore?” That voice could only be Derek’s. Of course he
has to uphold the Hale tradition of making a dramatic entrance. Behind him
stand Kira, Scott, Liam, Malia, Chris Argent, my Dad, Jordan Parrish, Lydia,
and Danny. Scott, Liam, and Malia are all shifted. Chris, Jordan, Braeden, and
my Dad all have guns (no doubt loaded with wolfsbane bullets) aimed towards
Apollon. Kira has her sword raised above her, prepared for a fight. Lydia and
Danny looked shocked at Jackson.
Jackson rolls his eyes and says, “Not if you don’t give me sufficient time,
Hale.” Derek scoffed. “I’ve heard that you finish quick.” Did Derek Hale just
make a sex joke? Oh my god! He made a sex joke. Jackson rolls his eyes, and
returns to the annoyed expression. “Filthy wolves. Filthy, filthy, filthy. I
must cleanse Beacon Hills of your presence,” Apollon says. Oh, right, he was
trying to kill me. I suddenly feel more confident with my pack in the room.
“Everyone, let me introduce you! This is Shaun, or should I say Apollon? I met
him at Jungle! He’s a catch,” I say with a smirk on my face. “Apollon let me
introduce you to my pack. The broody one is my boyfriend, Derek. The foxy
Kitsune with the sword is Kira. The BAMF Alpha is my bro, Scott. The
constipated looking beta is Liam. The BAMF ex-were-coyote is Malia. The one in
the leather, holding the assault rifle, is Chris Argent. The one in the
leather, holding the pistol, is Jordan Parrish. The super smart Banshee over
there is Lydia. The one in the cop outfit is my Daddy-O, and last but not least
is Braeden,” I say with a smirk. “They’re going to save me!” Apollon quickly
turns to attack me. He’s fast, but not fast enough. As soon as he turns, there
are 5 wolves pouncing on him. I ducked and shielded myself by wrapping up in a
ball. All I hear are growls, gunshots, and Lydia’s scream. That’s when the
panic attack hits.
I don’t know how long it lasted. It was one of the worst panic attacks I’ve
ever experienced. I need to calm myself down. I think of Derek and how it feels
to be in his embrace. I think of the smell of his leather jacket, and the feel
of his stubble against my face. The thoughts calm me. For a while I sit there,
trying to get my breathing in order. I’m taken from my thoughts when someone
starts shaking me. I look up to see Derek, seemingly unharmed. He helps me to
my feet. I look around me. Nobody seems too hurt. Everyone has a few scratches
and bruises that heal quickly. There’s blood everywhere and it smells putrid. I
look over to my right. On the floor lay Apollon, in his human form, covered in
bullet wounds. The blood isn’t red or black. It’s a silver color. “Is he-,” I
swallow past the lump in my throat. “He’s dead,” Derek says as he pulls me into
an embrace. “It’s okay. You’re safe now,” he says in a soothing voice that
would turn me on in any other context. “Athanasios? Really,” Jackson asks in
his usual snotty tone. “Shut the hell up, Whittemore,”I snap.
We all exit the warehouse, spare Chris and Jordan. They’re going to go burn the
body. As I leave, I look at the body one last time. In his human form he looks
innocent. He looks as though he wouldn’t kill a fly. Outside the warehouse, the
sun starts to rise over the buildings to the east. “When did you plan on
telling me you were back,” Danny asks towards Jackson. Danny and Lydia’s
shocked expressions from before now convey blinding rage. “It wasn’t planned. I
only planned on passing through, but I spotted the serpent headed towards
Beacon Hills from the Preserve. I’ve been following the shifter for a couple
days. It’s not until I saw it out here with Stilinski, that I took action.”
Everyone suddenly looks guilty. Derek speaks up, “Why didn’t you contact us to
inform us of the serpent?” That’s the logical question. Leave it to Derek to
get down to the real issues. “You’re a smart guy, Hale. I figured you and
McCall had it covered.” After making small talk for a while, and asking Jackson
about his ventures in London, everybody left for their cars. Jackson went with
Lydia, which means that by the time we see them next, they’ll probably be
making out. Braeden and Jordan left in her car. Scott left with Malia, Kira,
Danny, and Liam. Chris took his SUV and left as well. This left Derek, my Dad,
and I standing alone. “I think we need to have a talk,” my Dad says.
“Derek, I understand that you and Stiles are good for each other. Keep in mind,
though, he is still only 17. What you’re doing isn’t against the law. If you
were to be having sex it would be different, but-,“my Dad starts. “DAD! YOU
CAN’T BE SERIOUS!” I can’t believe that he would even start to go down that
path. “I’m just saying. I’m willing to turn the other way, but if you ever hurt
my son I won’t hesitate to fill you with wolfsbane bullets. Got it?” Dear lord,
he’s threatening Derek. “Sir, I would eat wolfsbane soup out of a mountain ash
bowl, before I would ever let myself hurt your son.” Wow, he really does care
about me.
Derek and I take the Jeep home. It turns out my Dad drove him to the warehouse.
By the time we pull up to the driveway, the sun has risen and now floats high
above the buildings. My Dad said he had to head in to the station for a bit, so
it will just be Derek and I. Oh. I walk him to the door and put my key in the
lock. “Guess what,” I say biting my lip in what I hope is a seductive manner.
Derek laughs at my attempt of seduction. “What is it, Stiles,” He asks as I
unlock and open the door. “We’ve got the house all to ourselves. We can do
whatever we want!” The look on his face is so out of place it’s almost funny.
If it weren’t for the fact that it conveyed shock, I would’ve laughed. I turned
around to see what the cause of it was.
“I need your help,” says the man standing in the hall. “Isaac,” I say with a
sigh. Well this is interesting.
End Notes
     It was calm and then BAM! It got calm again and then BAM! ANOTHER
     CLIFF HANGER! You probably all hate me. Oh well. I worked hard to
     make up for the short chapter posted prior to this one. I hope it
     suffices. I have a plan for Isaac and Jackson, but that's to come.
     The next chapter will most likely be smut and Derek/Stiles fluff. I
     realized that this Sterek fic is lacking some Sterek. My bad. I hope
     you enjoyed, and thank you all for reading!
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