Sing to me tonight Oh, my Luna Light

And you'll be amazed At the secrets I keep You'd be amazed At my mouth full of lies I'm too afraid to come clean My life's the flame in a house of cards This is a blog for When Lightning Strikes RPG Not my Gifs unless otherwise stated

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Hello Old Friend // Isaac & Peter

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“You mean this is the supposed dangerous one and it’s not even clawing its way up my leg?” Peter quirked an eyebrow, surprised by this kitten’s actions. Instead of laying nails into him, he was actually rubbing kindly against his leg and leaning into the touch that Peter rubbed down his bag and against his tail. Wraith was misjudged as it seemed.

Peter stopped petting the kitten, lifting himself off of the ground and leaning back against the wall, head tilting only slightly so that he could gaze out the window as he listened to Isaac make his case about what had happened a few years ago. By any means, Peter wasn’t pissed about the other werewolf not coming back to the pack. Not anymore at least. At first he was assured that something had happened but Isaac would return soon. He had to keep up that sort of strength for Derek, who was on edge about his beta not returning.

But after a while when there was still no sign of him or the humans that he had accompanied, that’s when panic set in. One of his pack members were gone and hadn’t made some kind of an attempt to let them know something was wrong. Not one howl was heard echoing through the woods and town they were stationed at for the time being. And that made Peter - who already had quite the temper as it was - really angry. Because Derek could sense that his beta was not dead.

And the scent that Isaac had carried was strong, although it faded away, especially after a shower of rain that night. They knew he was alive for the time and once they found the remains of the humans? Body parts strung around and blood painting the earth an eerie dark red…they knew something dark had happened and that Isaac had probably made some sort of run for it. Whether he was caught or just kept running? The pack wasn’t sure, but they knew their true feelings for either.

After getting over his anger, like right now, Peter realized how much Isaac meant to him and Derek, and to the rest of the pack as well. Standing here now, listening to him explain his actions…Peter actually felt guilty himself for making Isaac feel like he couldn’t face them again after the humans had been slaughtered. Were they that intimidating? 

The sunlight falling through the blinds made Peter blink and he looked back at Isaac, keeping up that sturdy, strong appearance that he rarely faltered. “You weren’t the one that killed them, Isaac. You could have been a victim yourself but you weren’t. Werewolf or not, we are all capable of being wounded and dying just like the regular humans out there. We have our weaknesses and we’re not always capable of using our strengths. Sometimes the unexpected happens.”

Fingers spread apart some of the blinds so he could look more outside. He continued to say, “Expect that. We can’t control the actions of this world. I don’t blame you at all. I can’t say I wasn’t angry at the time you disappeared and I certainly can’t say that I wasn’t disappointed. You ran away and left us wondering where the hell you were. Wondering if you were dead or alive some nights. But…” He let out a sigh, eyes drifting over some humans making their way down the road. “At the end of the day, you are still part of my pack. Or were.”

He wasn’t going to tell Isaac yet about him and Faolan being pack mates just yet. He wanted to see if the younger wolf still had the capability of being part of a pack. Peter assumed maybe that Isaac would agree to be part of his pack. They were once in one together and maybe now that they were together again in Tofte, it was possible for them to pick up where they left off. When he felt the time was right, hoping it was sometime today, he would tell him about the pack. Besides, what was a pack with only two wolves?

Peter let the blinds fall back in place as he stepped away from the window and walked over to Isaac, eyes steady on his the whole time. Hands reached out and clutched down on Isaac’s shoulders. “It was not your fault that those humans died,” he told him. “None of us…none…of us….thought that way.”

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Isaac smiled and nodded. "Yea... He's the dangerous one.. About as scary as the dark... He just needs to grow into himself and he'll be ok. But for now, he likes to think that he's Mister Badass." He couldn't keep the smile on his face for long though. 

He could see the thoughts run over Peter's face and the wolf inside him wanted to cower. He knew that he messed up. Knew that he let his pack down... His Family. And that hurt. But to see it here, on Peter's face? That hurt more than any injury he sustained that fateful night. He watched and listened intently. If there was any one thing that he missed the most when he was gone, it was Peter's calm words. The way the man could make sense out of a senseless situation. The way he could pull Isaac out of his mind with just a few words or a calming touch. Like he was doing now. 

 "I... I can't expect to be forgiven for what I did. I know that I disappointed the pack... Disappointed you. And no matter how many words I try to use to make it go away... I still left. I ran away and turned my back on you all. On my family... My Pack. " Isaac almost wasnt able to get that word out. It was a word that he hadn't used in a while and it felt foreign on his tongue and in his mind. But it was the only word that had made since for a long time right after he ran away. While he sat alone, it was what made him want to turn around. All those nights, cold and without food, it was the steady pulse of home and safety in his mind that kept him from running right back to his alpha. He ran to keep that last memory fresh in his mind. His last unblemished memory of his family. Their smiling faces, the hugs that he got just before he left.... Just nights before he became something he never wanted to be. His pack would never have allowed a murderer in their midst. 

Isaac felt strong hands on his shoulders and sagged into the touch. It was comfort, home and safety all in one and it made Isaac long for something he hadn't had in a while. He bent his head forward, resting his forehead on the center of Peter's chest. He breathed in the scent of someone that he cared for and smiled. So familiar... He smelled like the woods... and Peter... But also a bit like Derek...  But not Derek himself.... It confused him for a  moment. But then he pushed it away. It didn't matter, not now.

"I know I messed up... But one day... I hope that you can forgive me. Maybe one day. We can be a pack again... just like we used to be."

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Medina Lake- House of Cards// And you'll be amazed at the secrets I keep, You'll be amazed at my mouth full of lies. Well, I'm too afraid to come clean, cuz my life's the flame in a house of cards

Kris Allen-Monster// Did I ever think to tell you that I am a monster? You have never seen this side of me Maybe I should wear a warning that says that there's danger If you ever get too close to me

Mumford and Sons - Broken Crown// So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I took the road and I fucked it all away Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace

Muse- Starlight// Far away This ship is taking me far away Far away from the memories Of the people who care if I live or die

Stone Sour- Zzyxx Rd (Acoustic Cover By Aaron Miner)// What am I supposed to hide now? What am I suppose to do? Did you really think I wouldn't see this through  Tell me I should stick around for you Tell me I could have it all I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go

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Hello Old Friend // Isaac & Peter

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Peter was nodding to Isaac as he spoke when he felt something rubbing against his leg. He looked down to find a gray kitten running his soft body against him, a small tail barely curling around his ankle. “Which one is this?” Peter asked, quirking an eyebrow down at the kitten. He assumed it was the good one as nails were not digging into his skin right now, thank goodness. They scratches would heal but the stinging sensation didn’t help either.

The alpha squatted down on the floor, running his hand gently over the kitten’s back. He could feel the bones below the skin and fur. The little thing was just so small. How had he managed to survive in a camp full of things that sometimes liked eating cats? He had a good master, that was probably why. Peter picked up the kitten, plunking him into the palm of his hand, stroking his cheek.

At the sound of his nephew’s name, Peter stopped petting the kitten for a moment, eyes flickering up to meet Isaac’s. Even when everything was said and done, when Peter had left the pack to do his own thing, he still missed Derek. He really did. Even if the two didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things, they had grown closer over the years. They were like family again. And it was ripped away by the forces of the apocalypse.

Peter could have stayed. He really could have. Fought side by side with Derek and the others, if they had stayed, too. But he didn’t want any weaknesses. He was a beta who had to listen to every command of his alpha. He didn’t like being the underdog. He liked being the one on top. The one with power. So he sought it out and here he was…alpha.

“He meant a lot to all of us,” Peter concurred. “He could be tough when he wanted on us but…at the end of the day I respected him for all of the decisions he made for the pack.” He looked up from the kitten with a smolder and said, “Oh of course you missed him. I know that.” His lips curved up teasingly.

“We noticed, Issac,” Peter answered him in a very serious tone. “When you didn’t return with the others, we looked for you…tried to follow you trail as best we could but…you’re a wolf who didn’t want to be found so the trail was lost. It didn’t help the night’s rain that came in, washing anything left of your scent away. Erica was a wreck. She wanted to find you but Derek wouldn’t allow it. We had to keep moving. But we never forgot you.”

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Isaac laughed and shook his head. "That's Wraith. Honestly, the fact that he even came up to you means that he likes you. He's... He's not the most sociable of kittens." He watched as Peter leaned down. He was glad that Peter was intrigued with his cat. This man was like his father, and he just wanted him to be involved and interested in his life. 

He knew the look on his face when he mentioned Derek. He couldn't help it. The Alpha was a huge part of his life and so what if.... And there was the look that told Isaac that Peter knew exactly what he meant. 

When Isaac realized his attraction to Derek, it was Peter that he told. How could he not? It was beginning to affect the way he worked, the way he trained. He would find himself drifting further away from Derek so the man didn't know how he felt. He could have never told Derek that he was beginning to fall in love with him. Not if he wanted to keep his place by Derek's side. 

He straightened his back after that, wanting to put nothing out there that Peter didn't already know. 

"I couldn't bare for you guys to find out what happened...  I was responsible for the people that came with me... and they died on my watch... I couldn't save them... Of course I left..." He shook his head and looked at the ground. "I didn't want you to find me and blame me for them dying. I know it was my fault... I just didn't want you to tell me that..."

He didn't apologize, he didn't ask for forgiveness. He didn't deserve it. 

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Hungry like the Wolf// Isaac, Dean

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What could he say? Dean liked sleep. And when he actually managed to get a few hours it where it wasn’t broken up by nightmares, or someone banging on his door at ass o’clock in the morning? He loved it. Of course, his definition of sleep was no doubt quite a bit different than most, usually hovering in that grey area between dead to the world and at the ready consciousness. It was one part hunter instinct mixing with two parts overprotective older brother, leaving him always posed to be on his feet and armed within a few seconds of any sound he deemed a danger. Not to mention the fact that falling any deeper than that meant the nightmares would kick up, and his internal alarm clock had gotten pretty damn good at waking him before he had the chance to slip into that level of unconsciousness, thankfully. So for him, sleep more or less meant a couple hours to close his eyes and rest his body, indulge in some happy fantasy which was almost like dreaming, and reboot himself for whatever the next day would bring.

But even if he rarely made it into complete rest and relaxation, that didn’t mean he liked being dragged out of his version of it. Especially not when his wake up call came courtesy of a pounding on the door at some stupid hour like it had earlier that morning. And Dean liked Ric… really, he did. In the almost three years they’d known each other, they’d reached a friendly level of animosity, and usually spent their time purposely doing things just to get under each other’s skin for the sake of  their own entertainment, but it was always good natured. That said, banging on the door to the cabin he shared with Sam shortly after three in the morning, when both hunters were passed out after a long day, was not something Dean would put in the good natured column, no matter how good the reason for it was… Because yeah, your roof caving in was a pretty damn good reason to raise Hell on their doorstep, but still.

And since his attempts at going back to sleep once Ric was settled in on their couch had been futile, the older Winchester had been up ever since being roused. Puttering quietly around in the cabin as he picked up all of his crap (because Sam apparently did not agree with his coining of the term ‘floordrobe’, or the fact that the word meant a free pass for ditching his shit all over the place), staring at the walls in his room where maps were tacked up alongside copies of supply lists, making notes about new routes that had been discovered, or old ones that had been blocked off, organizing hunting parties from the list of available people… just generally killing time until the mess hall opened up for breakfast so he could go get some food, and hopefully a damn cup of coffee since Ric refused to share. Stingy bastard. 

Finally, somewhere around six o’click judging by the sun’s position over the lake, he capped his pen and hit the shower in their cabin, figuring the icy water would wake him up a bit more than he already was. His usual string of curses left his mouth as it made contact with his skin, hissed out rather than yelled since Ric and Sam were still out cold, but by the time he was cleaned up, he was definitely more conscious than before, and made haste with the rest of getting ready in an effort to shake off the freezing temperature still clinging to him. Not that it made much of a difference once he was outside, the morning air bordering on freezing itself to go along with the thick blanket of snow from last night’s storm coating the ground. And him and Sam were on the south edge of the cabin loop, closer to the gate and about half a mile farther from town than those on the north side of it, so by the time he had tromped his way into the mess hall, he was cold and sufficiently annoyed with the entire day already.

Pushing the door open, he trudged inside, tracking in the snow on his boots as he loudly shut up the mess hall door behind him. “There’d better be fucking coffee,” he grumbled as his own version of hello to Isaac, their local cook, and resident werewolf. Supernatural creatures in Tofte were practically a dime a dozen, and while the hunter hated it in the beginning (and sincerely doubted the effectiveness of the ‘Force’ as it was known because of its admittance of things fanged and clawed), he’d begrudgingly agreed to playing nice for the sake of prosperity. As such, his attitude had nothing to do with what species their resident chef fell into, and everything to do with the crap sleep he had managed to scrimp and even crappier weather—which Isaac apparently gathered, not even attempting small talk as he set toast and a steaming mug in front of Dean while the hunter took his usual spot at the end of the counter after unzipping and shedding the hood on his M-65 jacket.

“Awesome.”

More mumbling from him before he shoved some toast into his mouth and washed it down with the warm, glorious brew, but there was a thread of sincerity in the word. One upside to the apocalypse? Everything tasted a hell of a lot better. He’d never been one to buy into the whole hippie organic food tripe, but now that he didn’t have a choice in the matter? He had to admit the tree huggers were onto something. All the processed bread in the world couldn’t hold a candle to the home-baked kind, and while machines made brewing coffee easy, there was definitely something to be said about the strength of a hand brewer doing it. Or maybe the grounds had just sat so long that they’d gotten more pungent. Either way, the toast was delicious, the coffee was strong, and after a few minutes, Dean’s mood was lifted tenfold—or, at least enough that conversation wasn’t totally out of the question anymore. So after another sip from his mug, he set the cup down on the counter in front of him and briefly glanced around the still deserted mess hall before fixing his attention on his only company, watching with vague interest as Isaac worked.

“Slow morning. Snow’s probably keeping people inside,” he observed before the memory of Ric venturing out into the elements to crash on their couch instead came back to him, and pushed him right back into his grumbling. “Or they’re all buried under their roofs…” 

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Isaac smiled slightly when he heard the grumbled reply. Typical Dean, but he considered himself lucky. He wasn't getting growled at for invading his personal bubble before his morning coffee. He had to admit too. For a human? Dean's growl was pretty impressive, if a bit amusing. 

It was business as usual for Isaac to work around Dean, He really wasn't in the way and it was kinda nice to have someone to talk to once the man woke up a bit. He picked up the broom by the back door, making quick work of the floor and ashes that somehow always seemed to fly every where. He wasn't OCD. He just liked a clean kitchen... At least thats what he told himself. 

Isaac stepped outside while Dean was devouring the toast in front of him. He barely remembered to throw some more on the cooktop before he went to grab the large kettle he would be using for the nights meal. It was difficult to cook for the amount of people that reliad on him for meals, but it was something that made him feel.. good. It helped that it also put him into a place in the camp that many would never think to act on the suspicions they had about him. He knew about the few whispers about what he was, knew that there were about 4 or 5 men in the camp that didn't want him around. 

He made sure to stay well away from them. Keeping to his cabin or the mess hall. 

He walked back into the kitchen, shaking the snow from his hair. "Sweet fuck it's cold out there." He put the pot on the stove, taking the bread off of it and rested his hands above the flame to warm them back up. Yes, he was a werewolf and that usually meant a higher temperature than most, but it was still far below freezing out there. He walked passed Dean on his way to the pantry and grabbed the man's jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door. "They're there for a reason Dean. Use the damn coat hangers." 

He pulled a necklace out from under his shirt, on it was the key to the pantry. It was sad that they had to lock it up at night. But these were dark times. and if it was left unlocked, there would most likely be food that disappeared. 

He unlatched the door, going to the back of the room to grab a large bag of Kidney Beans that were dehydrated a few months ago. It was a system they had all but perfected. The Spring was spent clearing and Planting, the summer was to tend the farms and the fall was spent collecting and preparing the harvest for winter. As it stood right now, they had plenty of food. And it was becoming far easier to fall into the swing of peaceful living.  

He grabbed the last couple of ingredients that he needed, stewed tomatoes, carefully preserved. A few onions. And last but not least, A bottle of hot sauce. 

It was a simple enough meal, something that was filling and hot. It was the perfect kind of meal when you were feeding a mass of people. 

He was halfway through chopping the first onion when Dean finally began talking. "Maybe slow this morning, Yea. But they know it's Chili night... They will all be here for dinner.... Even if the cook is a Werewolf."  He really didn't mean for the last part to slip out. Just a bit of Unresolved tension. He took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to clear his head.

"Yea... I heard the snow pick up pretty bad last night... Is Ric ok? I know his roof was kinda shit." Isaac dumped the bottles of tomatoes into the pot, rinsing the empties out to be used again. Now that the majority of the ingredients were in, he would let it simmer for a while. 

"I was gonna go around to the people that don't mind me and see if they needed some help with any repairs they might have. That is, unless you need me later. I figure if we get some preemptive work done, it would all come crashing down later." 

Isaac grabbed his own slices of toast, and the 2 extra for Dean before sitting at the counter next to him. 

"I don't get as cold as easily as you guys, so it could be helpful for me to go fix roofing or something. And in this weather, we're going to need to make sure that they are all safe" 

Isaac drained half of his coffee in one giant gulp. While it wasn't something that would help him wake up. It was nice to be able to have it to drink... God only knows what half of the people here would be like without coffee in the mornings...

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Hello Old Friend // Isaac & Peter

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Peter listened sympathetically to Isaac as he told the story about he had come by these kittens. He wasn’t really one for much emotion and didn’t care about the things people had gone through. He just looked out for himself and that was all that seemed to matter. Was. Over the years, growing up with Derek and his pack, learning more and more about Isaac and the kind of person that he was, Peter had slipped out of the shell of a cold man who only cared about himself and getting what he wanted…into this man who began to feel.

Sometimes that scared him. Feeling. It meant that your emotions got the best of you and in the game of life, of survival, that could be used against you. If it were years ago, Peter could say something as simple as “Kill him. I don’t care,” and watch with literally no feeling at all as someone’s throat was slashed over and the blood fell from his neck like a paint bucket. And then he’d smile and ask, “Got any other tricks up your sleeve?”

“Sounds like you’re quite the hero, kid. But you’ve always been like that - caring, kind. And the reason your sick kitten probably got better so quick was your wolf taking away the pain. Am I right?” Peter quirked an eyebrow. “Either way, I’m glad that you saved those fluff balls…even if they do seem like quite the nuisances  Wraith, at least.” He chuckled.

Isaac’s eyes flashed yellow at Peter telling him that he was now an alpha, and he could feel his own wolf responding to that with a slight happy growl. Peter grinned wide, exposing all of his teeth and he said, “And boy, does it feel great to be back in an alpha’s skin.”

He rolled his eyes a little bit and said, “Nooo I didn’t kill my nephew. You honestly think I would do that?” He caught himself and said, “Okay, maybe I did kill my niece but that was different. That was for revenge. This is for survival.”

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Isaac smiled and ducked his head. He still wasn't quite adjusted to seeing Peter again. And now? This man was giving him compliments and approval. Just like he used to. Isaac used to be close to everyone in the pack, but there were 3 people he was closest to and one of them was sitting on his couch right now. He nodded when Peter assumed that it was the pain leech that helped Wraith. "I think by me taking the pain away, it gave his little body the push it needed to so that he could get better. Whatever happened, I'm glad it did. These guys have taken care of me as much as I do them." 

Isaac watched as Wraith finally came out from under the couch and started rubbing his head on Peters leg. It was almost like he knew that Isaac trusted Peter And so should he 

Isaac felt the wolf on him slink down. He had felt like an Omega for so long that the moment Peter flashed his eyes he wanted to submit to him. He wanted to be pack again.... 

Isaac nodded carefully, keeping his eyes downcast from the Alpha's. He knew how this worked... If Peter found him to be worthy, then he would have a place in a pack once more... Something he had not had in many years...

But if he didn't.... Isaac really hoped that didn't happen. 

"I'm... I'm glad to hear that... Derek means... meant a lot to me..." Isaac didn't think he needed to elaborate on that. "I didn't really think that you would... But I was... I haven't felt connected to the pack in years, Peter... I.... Did... Did they even notice that I was gone?"

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Still In The Dark | Isaac & Miranda

It was excruciatingly dark out this night. It was a darkness without time. It was an impenetrable darkness that even Miranda’s crank flashlight could do nothing about. She could not see, but she dared not closer her eyes lest the darkness crawled beneath her eyelids and suffocate her. She could only hear. Her hearing became her being and she could hear the sparks of life that crawled beneath her clothing, the shuffle of her clothing as it constricted against itself. She could hear the darkness gathering against her and the silence that lay between the moving things.

She was lucky though, she was nearing her home and about to be back in the arms of warm flames that could fight off the impending darkness… that is, if Isaac and Sookie left the fireplace on for her. With a hiss, Miranda cradled the wound (a bruised up forearm to be exact) she had retained after having a rather bloody run in with some vampire only a mile outside of Tofte’s border. She had been going soft. She could feel it in her bones. That or she was getting too old for fighting. The latter seemed more appropriate and believable. The pain she was feeling slowly began to subside and cradling the arm littered with bruises seemed like a stupid thing to do now; with every step she took her arm bumped one of the harsh bruises and continued the cycle of pain. That was another thing Miranda had become soft about, pain. She used to be able to withstand a bit, but now every time she got hurt it felt like it intensified three-fold. She really was becoming a softling and she hated that more than anything in the world. To be weak.

Since coming into the company of Sookie, Miranda had become more or less keen to giving up being a ruthless bitch with a trigger happy finger; she liked the seclusion that came with being so … bitchy. It was nice to just be alone, to not have to worry about anyone else… but utter seclusion from others had it’s cons. One big fat con was that it was lonely. Lonely to walk the rotted world alone. Lonely to wake up in the morning and find that your only friends were the bullets you had and the rifle you shot people with. Seclusion was a lonely business, and Miranda was done being lonely. Being lonely hadn’t done her much good over the course of her 27 years of life, it certainly wasn’t going to do her any good now.

Unable to stand the darkness she trudged through anymore, Miranda began to crank the flashlight she had been given and winched as it the light sprang to light…And she noticed one very crucial and important thing: she wasn’t walking toward her cabin, she was actually walking in the opposite direction of it. 

“Oh for christ sake!” She bellowed and felt the need to throw the crank light in her hand at the ground and let out a few profanities. She decided against doing such a thing though, this was the only crank light she was going to have for quite a while, best not to dirty it and break it the same day she had obtained it.

With a pout, Miranda surveyed the area in which she had wandered into and slowly moved her light across so she could better see her surrounds. Looking back, she waited a moment before flashing the light back and lit a nearby person walking only a ways behind. The person shielded their eyes from her crank light as she shone it on them and in an instant her anger and aggravation just melted away.

“Oh, thank god.” Someone else was wandering Tofte at night, someone who might just know where they were and which way Miranda could go to get back to her warm, comfy bed. 

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Jesus Christ! Isaac's eyes snapped open when a tiny fanged mouth connected with his chin and bit down hard. He looked down into the furry face of Wraith and sighed "Little Bastard. Why can't you wake someone up like a normal cat? Step on their chest or something? Must you bite me every time?" 

Wraith let out a little noise and climbed up onto Isaac's chest, kneading his shirt. It was almost like he was a completely different cat in the span of 2 seconds. It was because of these moments that Isaac loved this little guy. He would get your attention by being a pain in the ass, but once he had it  he would be sweet and lovable. 

Isaac ran his fingers over the little guys head, stroking behind his ears and around his neck. "Why are you cuddling up to me now? Did Whisp take your spot?" Sure enough, he could feel a weight on his legs, no doubt belonging to Wraiths twin sister. She was a little devil when woken up and that was not something Isaac wanted to deal with right now. "Sorry, Wraith, I don't think you are getting it back now." 

Isaac put his head back down, his fingers still running through grey fur. He felt himself drift off a bit, the soft purring putting him back to sleep for a bit. 

When he woke again, it was to Wraith and Whisper crawling all over him. When Whisp noticed that he was awake, she came bounding up the bed and into his face, pawing at his nose. "Alright... Alright. Hold on, I'll let you out." 

The floor was freezing so he stuffed his feet into his boots and grabbed his leather jacket. He could hear Sookie sleeping, but he couldn't hear Andi any where in the house. "Must still be on that run..." He threw another couple of logs on the fire to keep it warm in the house. and ushered the little ones away from the ash and cinders. 

He let the cats out and sat down on the steps to watch them jump through the snow, laughing as Whisper fell into a snow drift. She pulled herself back out an looked back at him, almost as if she was admonishing him for laughing at her.

He leaned back to look up at the stars and must have gotten lost in them because the next thing he knew, Whisper was pawing at his knee.... and Wraith?

"Dammit, Stupid cat..." He'd run off again. That would make the third time this week, and Isaac was well beyond tired of looking for him.

He understood why Wraith ran off. He was looking for his family. Isaac usually found him laying down near the small bed of rocks that he'd placed over the bodies of his mother and litter mates. The rocks helped keep animals from digging them up, but it did nothing for the smell that came up through the ground...

Isaac scooped Whisper up and put her back in the house, writing a note on the pad by the door that he had gone searching for the cat.... again...

He was just to the end of the road when he heard the yell of a voice he knew all too well... 

He took off at a light jog to get to her, not thinking she was in trouble. If she was, then there was no way that Isaac would have been the only one running towards her. 

He kept an ear out for the little bastard that was running through the woods somewhere, but he didn't much care. He could freeze and find his own way back to the warmth of the cottage. 

He slowed to a stop a good twenty feet from Miranda, shaking his head as he laughed. "I'm going to draw you a map or something... I swear. You wander off more then that damn cat..." 

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Love Thy Neighbor // Isaac, Miranda, & Sookie

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Sookie flopped over on her back and propped herself up against the collection of pillows at the head board of the bed. Oh gosh, the soft cotton felt so good as she nuzzled her face against it. She didn’t even want to open her eyes but Miranda was leaning in the doorway and she didn’t want to look like some idiot. She was acting if she hadn’t ever slept in a bed before.

“I am very comfy, Yes!” She replied to Miranda with a bright smile, flashing all teeth she was sure. One thing was for certain - she was actually looking forward to going to bed tonight. She wasn’t even worried about going to have to curl up in a heavy coat under the stars. She had a roof…blankets…pillows…a mattress.

A soft knock on the door sent the blonde sitting straight up however, not wanting to look silly in front of her new roommate. She smiled at the sight of him. He looked a few years younger than her with a pretty face, she had to admit. His eyes were pretty and it looked like he would have a beautiful smile. Sookie shook her head at her thoughts and waved at him.

“Hi. I’m Sookie,” she said over the thoughts she was picking up from him. What he was? Oh, was he a supernatural then? The girls weren’t told whether or not they’d be shacking up with a human or otherwise. Sookie didn’t care, honestly. But now she was curious as to what he was. “It’s nice to meet you, Isaac.”

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Miranda inwardly flinched and turned to gaze at the newcomer and at the sight of him Miranda couldn’t help but raise a brow. Blue eyes, striking blue eyes was the first thing she noticed, they seemed sharp, almost as sharp as her favorite blade, curly locks of dirty blond hair was the next thing she noticed and that smile … the kind of smile that lit up the room … one alike to Sookie’s own. Boy was she in things deep now…

“I suppose we are.” She tried to smile and for it to look as genuine as possible while she extended her hand toward his form. “Names Miranda.” She was going to make sure to make a good first impression.

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Isaac smiled at them both, "Hello Sookie, Miranda. It's nice to meet you both too..." Isaac reached forward and shook Miranda's hand, he was not raised to be rude, but it was something new for him. People tended to shy away from him... Guess it's just the fear of a beast. 

Isaac's smile ramped up just a bit more when the thought crossed his mind. He wanted these girls to like him. He wanted to make them feel at home. And how else could he do that but be the perfect host. 

"I don't know if they told you about me, but I am the resident chef. If you have any allergies, or just general dislikes in your food, please let me know."

Talk about a safe subject. Don't let them know what you are. Stay AWAY from the bag on the couch..

Isaac's thoughts flowed out of him like lists. Something that kept his brain from overloading. 

"If you guys need anything, please don't hesitate to ask me. I'm pretty good about procuring what ever I need... But threatening to take the Boss' food will get you that."

He flashed another smile at them and beckoned them to follow him. "Come on, I'll give you a quick tour."

[burnedontheinside]

Hello Old Friend // Isaac & Peter

[burnedontheinside]

“Whisp sounds like the more dangerous one,” Peter commented, teasing his old friend. “I always pegged you for an animal lover. Or just…someone who really cared and loved others in dangerous.” He shrugged. “Only makes sense you would be the one to take care of kittens in the dangerous world of the apocalypse. How did you get your hands on them anyways?”

His eyes darted around the room a bit, looking out for the two kittens. He was sure he just saw a flash of gray ducking behind the couch and he smirked to himself. It was rather unusual that animals could tolerate werewolves. They always had this strange sort of sense of danger and would bark and hiss at the werewolves. Yet here two fluff balls were, living with a werewolf.

“I thought I heard something about a bar being opened up in our little town. Though I guess there’s not much good alcohol these days,” Peter suspected. It wasn’t like alcohol factories were busy brewing and packaging countless bottles of bourbon, whiskey, tequila, and even wine. “Still…people do like drinking so you get what you can I suppose.”

At the mention of Erica, Peter found himself freezing up a bit. Memories of his old pack usually made him tense. He’d start going into this sort of dark place where flashes of memories played before him like a video and then through all of the good ones, the bad ones would come forward. The bad ones being the way they all split up and not knowing whether or not for sure that the pack had died.

“Erica, huh?” He managed to get out as he sat down on the couch, clutching his glass in his hand. “What, is she cocky, too? Are all of the boys just falling at her feet?” He was teasing Isaac now again, and that was good. He was coming out of his video world where the memories sunk back in his mind. Peter smiled. “I guess Sookie can’t be all that bad then.”

“Despite being alone not sure whether my pack is dead or not?” He arched an eyebrow. “I’ve been surprisingly good. Great actually.” He took a long sip of his alcohol, knowing that Isaac was probably wondering why he was so great. It’s not like it was the end of the world or anything, right? He swallowed a mouthful of alcohol, which he had to admit, for homemade, it was pretty good.

“I’m an alpha again.”

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Isaac smiled as he heard Wraith scamper under the couch that Peter was sitting on. The little fuzz ball had something devious planned, that much was obvious. He was a trouble maker, but Isaac wouldn't have him any other way. "She really is. But I love them both." Isaac smiled as Whisper jumped into his lap, purring as she nudged him in the stomach. "They were dying. They were born on the full moon and their mother died giving birth to them and 3 stillborn others. Whisper was crying..." Isaac put his hand on the little cat's back, his fingers running through her fur. "Wraith was half dead, frozen almost solid. I could hear them crying all night. After about 4 hours I had to get up and see. So I went out back, under the porch, and this little ball of fur ran out and all but attacked my face. She jumped back and forth between me and Wraith until I grabbed them both and took them inside. It was touch and go with Wraith all night. Then out of no where, after his heart stopped twice, he just... got better. His heart stopped skipping and he started breathing better... I swear it was a miracle. And I don't believe in God." 

Isaac laughed at Peter's assumption. "Well... She certainly is something else. And beautiful. But there's more than that too her. She's fierce. 5 foot 4 in size 6 foot 10 in attitude. She can hold her own, believe you me."

Isaac tensed when Peter said something about the pack being dead and the wolf inside him howled. He knew that he released a sad sound from the way Whisper mewled at him. He patted her on the head, assuring her that everything was ok. It was hard to think that he may never see his pack again. But he had to believe that they were alive. He loved his pack... He missed them more than anything but he needed to learn how to live without them at his back everyday... Like he had been for 3 years now.

The words were almost out of his mouth to ask why he was so happy, but then Peter answered him.... And it was not an answer that he expected. 

His eyes flashed yellow, an automatic response when an Alpha proclaimed his status. How could he have missed that? There was the sent of Alpha in the air that he somehow disregarded.  

"And... How did you come by that? Is... Is Derek...?"

Isaac only knew of two ways for a werewolf to become an Alpha, and he sincerely hoped that Peter had killed someone to achieve his status. He hoped that he didn't inherit it by Derek dying...

[burnedontheinside]

Hello Old Friend // Isaac & Peter

[burnedontheinside]

“I can’t say for certain if the others are alive or dead. Derek trained them well. All of you well. But even with strength and tactics…” Peter let out a sigh as he looked directly into Isaac’s eyes. “Things stronger than us or weaker than us will always be lurking around the next corner and they can kill us. Hopefully my nephew and your friends are still alive.”

Our friends, he wanted to say. Sure, at one time Scott had driven him crazy and sometimes Erica would really be a handful with her hormones and urges as she advanced into womanhood. But over the years as he had become truly one of the pack, he grew to like them. 

“Don’t apologize, Isaac. I missed you, too,” he said like it was nothing and entered the beta’s home. It smelled of wolf of course and of other humans that he didn’t think he had met yet. Girls, he assumed, by the smell of floral shampoo from a morning shower and lotion. Just as he tried picking out the other smell, he spotted a small gray fluffy thing run across the floor. With the roll of his eyes, he turned around to face the twenty-some year old. “You have cats?”

“Liquor would be absolutely wonderful right now. Haven’t had a drink in a good while.” Peter said.

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Isaac smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tick he was never quite able to kick. "Uh, yea. I have two... Whisper and Wraith. Be careful of Wraith, he likes to claw you in your most vulnerable areas... But Whisp will cuddle you to death, so be careful with her too." 

Isaac walked to the small kitchen and grabbed a couple tumbler from the cabinet. "I'm afraid its all home made, But it's not bad. If you want the better stuff, then you have to go to the pub in town. Sookie will give you the good stuff if you tell her that you are my family."

He poured a bit of the dark liquid into the glasses before stoppering it back up and putting it back on it's shelf. "She's one of the girls that you can smell in here. The other is Andi. They were traveling together before they got here. They are both pretty nice.... Sookie reminds me of Erica sometimes. Sookie is at the bar now... Andi on the other hand... I have no Idea."

Isaac handed a glass to Peter and motioned for the couch, silently asking him if he wanted to sit. He himself, curled up into his armchair, glass of whiskey clutched tightly in his hand. Now that he was here... And Peter was real, in front of him, he didn't know what to say. How do you talk to the man that became like your father before you ran away? How do you begin to explain how much it hurt to leave them?

"So... How have you been?"

[sookieandthedevil]

Love Thy Neighbor

Miranda and Sookie hadn’t been in camp for more than a day when they were already assigned a cabin with a complete stranger. His name was Isaac if she had heard correctly and although sharing a cabin with a random guy was a bit weird, it sounded better than sleeping on a cold hard ground and using your thickest and biggest jacket as a blanket. The prospect of actually sleeping in a warm bed with pillows and blankets and not waking up to rain falling on you was getting better and better. Sookie had just entered her new home not a minute ago and was taking it all in.

Everything was really tidy and thank goodness for that. Her Gran had raised her to be clean and tidy and it seemed like her new cabin mate was exactly that. All the dishes were washed and put away, books stacked in place, and there was nothing out of place. She was beginning to like him or her already. Sookie walked around the rest of the cabin, getting used to her new surroundings.

“I think I’m going to call dibs on a bedroom.” Sookie said over her shoulder to Miranda, who was looking around the new place herself. She padded down the hallway, opening up a few doors - bathroom, hall closet, until she found a seemingly empty bedroom. It was really nice with a window to view the lake just through a patch of trees. Sookie had never lived on the water like this before. She smiled to herself, liking her new home already.

She couldn’t even remember the last time she had been in her own room of her old house back in Bon Temp. Just trying to remember what if felt like to curl up in bed as hard. So what was the first thing Sookie did? She dropped her back pack by the door and jumped into the bed of white sheets, a little giggle escaping her throat happily. Jesus, this felt so good. Her eyes relaxed for only a minute as she soaked in how nice it felt to bed in her own bed in her own room - which needed some personal touches. But she’d get to that later.

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Miranda was a bit uneasy with the entire process of getting situated into Tofte. Having to relinquish her weapons, speak to the leaders of the place, and finding room and board, finding out that some of her neighbors were going to be things she had killed before the world went down the shitter. Yeah, tedious and unsettling were the right words for such a process. Also, weird came to mind, but that word came up a lot in her life so it didn’t bother her much.

“You gonna be a good girl and play nice with the monsters here? Or are you just gonna high tail it out of here, princess?”

That inner voice of hers was really becoming a tad bit annoying and had gotten distinctively worse at trying to mimic her father. What her thoughts inquired though was difficult to answer. Was she really going to hold the hands of the occupant monsters of Tofte and sing Kumbaya?

Once Sookie spoke about calling dibs on a bed, Miranda had come back to reality. The cabin was in a word: homey. The style was not her cup of tea nor was it all that great, but it was something, and something was more than what she had ever had in her entire life. Her own roof over her head, a place to call home base. All that was missing was a family.

Brushing off her thoughts, Miranda slung her duffle bag at the nearest couch and rolled her aching shoulder around. “I call dibs on the bed near the window!” She said loudly so Sookie could hear her; since the place only had two rooms, the leaders of the camp had informed the girls that they would have to share a room, which really didn’t matter much to Miranda, but Miranda didn’t know if that would upset Sookie or not. And really? She could care less if it did. 

Walking down the hall and into the room Sookie and Miranda would be sharing, she saw two rather nice full beds aside one another and Sookie lying on the one farthest from the window. At least the blond hadn’t called dibs on the one nearest to the window.

“Comfy?” She inquired as she leaned up against the door frame and folded her arms. It was nice to finally see Sookie in a relatively cheery mood, even if it was due to the fact that she was in the confines of a cabin that reeked of newly cut wood and … cat. 

“Oh Christ almight. Our roommate is a cat person, well this should be good…”

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He knew he was going to have new roommates. Someone came and alerted him of that fact while he was doing the lunch rush.  He brushed it off then. He was wrist deep in chili and two of his four other cooks were out sick. But now? Now he remembered it completely. He walked into his house to see dirty snow footprints all over his tile floor and a nasty duffle bag on his couch. 

"Awesome..." He took his jacket off and hung it on the coat rack. He could hear two girls' voices in the other bedroom in the house and he started to walk towards it. Before he could get two far, two little grey fur-balls came flying out of the kitchen and onto him. 

He allowed the small things to attempt to climb him, all the while letting a quite noise come from his throat. He flinched and hissed in pain when one of them sunk their claws into the meaty part of his thigh. "Damn. Wraith, that wasn't very nice." Isaac grabbed the two kittens up and put them on the back of the couch as he passed it. 

He walked down the short hallway to the extra bedroom, knocking on the door before poking his head in. 

He smiled softly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Umm... Hi. I'm Isaac. I guess you are the new roomates?" Please don't know what I am already... Please...

He looked from one woman to the other. They both looked fairly young and they looked like they knew each other. He thought he remembered one of the people saying that a set of girls got to Tofte the night before and passed the test. At least they did that.

Now they just had to prove themselves to Isaac... And to the wolf inside.

[shootfirstsnarklater]

death is an old friend. | stiles & isaac

[shootfirstsnarklater]

“Oh they’ll hurt you, they just won’t kill you,” Stiles corrected.  Bullets would hurt most anything, even a werewolf.  And he even had a few bullets that could do damage to the courtesy of Allison too, but he didn’t need them here and now.  Not around Isaac, not during this time.

“I’m insulted you don’t remember me,” he added sarcastically.  ”I mean, a guy works his entire life on his scent, and then he’s not even recognized?”  He relaxed his stance a bit then, gun at his side but not put away quite yet.  Old habits.  Where he came from, he didn’t get to set his weapons aside very often even in the company of friends.

“It’s me,” he added.  ”Stiles.  I’m from the future, if you haven’t guessed that part yet, and yes it is possible for me to still look this good years from when you knew me.”  It was strange how easily he fell back into his old personality, almost became the easy-going boy who had everything to lose and so many things to fear but sarcasm to help him cope.  

And while he’d been friends with Isaac, they’d never been that close.  Still, it just felt nice to see someone from the past still alive and kicking.  

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Apparently this guy did know him. Sure, regular bullets hurt like a son of a bitch, they wouldn't kill him. When he saw the weapon being lowered, he relaxed a bit. At least the stranger was making a good decision. Aside from the gigantic cut on his face, he seemed ok enough. 

Then that scent was on the wind again the same smell he used to smell everyday when he was home, them man said he said he was Stiles.... from the future. It was difficult for Isaac to believe at first, but then that sarcastic tone was used and Isaac knew, with out a doubt that this was Stiles fucking Stilinski. The boy who ran with the wolves of Beacon Hills. 

It was like this was all a dream, the last few days. First he saw Peter again... 4 years after he ran away and now. Now, he meets back up with  a friend he had known for years. Far older than he should be, but smelling just the same. It was  like the world was coming back together around him and he was helpless to do anything but watch. 

"Holy Shit, Batman..." The phrase slipped out without intention, but it fit. This was Stiles... 15 or so years older than he should be. But It was still a member of the pack he'd long since lost.  

"How are you back? Holy Crap, Dude. You got OLD. What are you? 50?"

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Hungry like the Wolf// Isaac, Dean

Isaac had always been an early riser. It was something his father drilled into him. Be up early to have breakfast on the table when he himself woke up. It was just something that stayed with him all these years. He learned to cook the same way, following recipies until that meal became almost second nature. It was because of his knowledge of food and cooking that he got the job he did in town. 

Every morning he would wake with the sun coming in his window, Get up and run a few miles before going home to feed the animals, shower and head to the mess hall to begin cooking for the people in Tofte. It wasn't the most glamorous of jobs, having to remember the allergies of over 50 people was difficult at times. But he wouldn't trade it for the world. Some people were weary of him just because he was a werewolf, but they relied on him to feed them most days. 

He didn't mind the stares and the whispers. They were all a part of being a werewolf in a post apocalyptic setting. People feared what they did not know and friendly werewolves were a new and exciting discovery.

It was just after 6:30 am when Isaac started the fires in the oven that he would be using for the day. The pile of wood had been replenished over the night, enough wood to cook for a week without running out. 

He set to work cleaning the oven from top to bottom then moved onto the stove and grill. Buy the time he was done with that, he could hear people beginning to stir in the town, so he began his morning processes. Coffee for the adults and hot chocolate for the kids to grab before heading to school for the morning. The snow on the ground made it a drab and cold morning, but it was business as usual for Isaac, the cold not affecting him as much as it would a human. But even still, he did have a sweater on and his old leather jacket was resting on the chair behind him. 

It was not long after the coffee began to percolate that he heard the familiar heart beat of an almost regular guest. It wasn't everyday that he came in, normally another would come and get his breakfast for him. 

He grabbed the man's mug from the shelf above his head and poured in the steaming coffee before setting it down on the table behind him, grabbing a few slices of bread from the loaf and setting them on the cooktop to toast a bit. 

He didn't need to say anything as he heard Dean enter, the man was not a morning person. But Isaac was used to it. He just nodded in greeting before setting the mans toast in front of him and getting back to work, ready to begin feeding the people that would trickle in for breakfast.

[burnedontheinside]

Hello Old Friend // Isaac & Peter

[burnedontheinside]

Peter was suddenly being knocked back a little bit with the beta swinging his arms around him and locking him into a hug. Peter’s first instinct was to push the kid off of him, tell him some smart ass remark about how he shouldn’t be grabbing onto an alpha like that. But he hadn’t seen Isaac in four years and he wouldn’t push him away. Not when they were finally together again. Peter didn’t admit this much, but he actual liked the pup.

“Whoa, whoa,” he said with a small laugh, his arms wrapping around him lightly. “Hey. Don’t mess up my leather jacket, kid. I just got it a few months ago and I’d like to make use of it for a while longer.”

Peter scoffed and felt his eyes rolling as he pat the kid on his back. “Of course I’m real. Would you really be imagining me of all people?”

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Isaac huffed out a laugh against Peters neck before pulling away slowly. "You wouldn't believe the things I imagined. I dreamt of the pack, all dying in the apocalypse. It's nice to know that it's not true... even if you are the first one I've seen since...."

Isaac smoothed the leather of Peter's jacket trying to get his mind off the day he abandoned his pack. He wouldn't tell Peter that his own leather was in his closet. Years of abuse and dirt not able to mask the memories of the Alpha that gave it to him. 

"I just... I missed you. That's all. Sorry for jumping you." Isaac stepped back and opened the door wider for the other man to come in. His house as kept in perfect order, even with the other 5 residents living in it. "Please... Come in, Uncle Peter. Would you like something to drink? Water? Liquor? "

Isaac shut the door behind Peter and bustled about the small kitchen, pulling a couple of glasses out of the cabinet. He needed to make himself busy so that he wouldn't pester Peter with questions. He wanted nothing more than to figure out how everyone was... To figure out what Peter himself had been up to...

[burnedontheinside]

Hello Old Friend // Isaac & Peter

[burnedontheinside]

Isaac.

Peter couldn’t help the sudden intake of breath when he found the younger beta standing before him. It had been just a few short years that he had last seen him. They were the last of Derek’s pack that had began to falter. Once it was just Peter and his stubborn nephew, that’s when he decided to just split for good. It wasn’t that he hated Derek or thought that he was weak, he just needed to find strength on his own. Live together, die alone. Survival of the fittest. And he knew the only way he would be strong is if he was an alpha. And he knew Derek would protest to him stalking out an alpha, especially since he was one himself.

Peter felt the corner of his lip tugging upwards and he breathed, “Isaac.” He took a step towards him. “You’re alive. I knew you would be just…just didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” He grinned. “It’s good to see you, Isaac.”

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Isaac was lucky there was a wall behind him, his world tilting on it's axis at Peter's whisper of his name. He hit the wall with enough force to rattle the pictures on it. There, in front of him was the only thing that was missing from his life here. His pack...

Pack was the only thing that was running through his mind right now. The fact that, the man that had become what his father very rarely was, was here, standing right in front of him. 

Everything in Isaac's body was screaming at him to go to Peter, to cover himself in the smell of home and pack and safe. 

He stood quickly and rushed the man, wrapping his arms around the older werewolves shoulders. "Please tell me that you really are here. You can't just not be here. I can see you, smell you." 

Isaac hid his face in the skin of Peters neck, inhaling the smell of the man, scenting pack for the first time in over 4 years.

[burnedontheinside]

Hello Old Friend // Isaac & Peter

Sometimes Peter would think about them - his old pack, when he had just decided to give in and grow stronger by joining Derek’s pack of high school students. Some of them had just earned their drivers licenses but there he was anyways with a pack of hormonal werewolves focuses on high school sports and wanting to wear the perfect laced up high heeled boots. Derek often wondered what he saw in the kids who had willingly let him bite them. If it were Peter, he would have turned people his age. They were stronger physically and mentally and didn’t need to worry about turning their homework in bright and early the next morning.

He scoffed at that, but all the same, he would think of them. Erica may have been an annoying girl who wore too much red lip gloss and enticed the men with her cleavage  which he had to say - for a sixteen year old, she certainly had a figure. But out of the whole pack stood someone in particular. And that someone was Isaac.

In the years after Peter had met the young lacrosse player, he had actually grown to like him. Admire him, even. He knew his dad had physically abused him and he wasn’t just left with those types of scars. The scars he wore were branded in him mentally and emotionally. Maybe the kid tried to hide it as best as he could, wearing this mask around everyone to show that he was a strong werewolf. Peter knew better though. He knew the kid still hurt, even if the monster that made him this way was dead.

When he arrived at the camp in Tofte, Peter had thought that Faolan was the only werewolf in town. But he was now sniffing out a new scent, and this one…? Very familiar. Peter followed the scent up to the door step of a cabin and thought maybe he should just stop there. The scent could have been wavering there. The actual person could have been off somewhere else. But oh well.

Peter knocked against the door. Even if this wolf wasn’t someone he knew, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to get to know someone else in camp. Especially if he knew he could taunt them a little bit about what they were. He loved messing with people. Getting under their skin was his specialty.

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Isaac was just putting the last few pieces of the jigsaw puzzle together when he heard something walk up his front porch steps. He waited a moment, if it was Sookie, she would just walk in. She wasn't due home till much later, her shift at the bar ending much later than his own at the mess hall. 

It was nice living with someone once more. The house smelled of her and the kittens that lived with them. One of which was now cocking its head at the door, a soft mewling noise coming from her throat. He let loose his own small noise, the rumble inaudible to human ears. "It's ok, Whisp. Only a visitor." While it was still a new concept, more and more visitors had started coming by. People wanting nothing more than to borrow a book or two, or someone wanting to trade out a puzzle.

He patted the little grey Kittens head and stood up, lighting the lamp on the table as he went through. 

He stopped a few feet from the door, something on the other side it made him pause. He knew that there were other wolves in the town, but he'd yet to encounter one. But the smell from this one was a bit more familiar to him than the other residents here.

He took a deep breath and stepped closer, the sudden feeling of home and pack rushing over him. 

He opened the door, his past staring at him for the first time in almost 3 years. He stumbled back, his eyes flashing yellow.

"Un...Uncle Peter?"

[shootfirstsnarklater]

death is an old friend. | stiles & isaac

Everything hurt.  Being thrown back in time had been easy, gentle even, but the battle directly before his trip through time had left him wounded and uneasy, and when Stiles opened his eyes to find himself in a heavily forested area, he immediately raised his weapon and took on a kneeling defensive position.

It took him nearly a minute to realize there was no immediate threat, but during that flash of time, Stiles’ eyes scanned his surroundings, and he listened with practiced carefulness.  Although human, he’d learned a long time ago how to listen to things that most people wouldn’t notice.

His world and time required it for survival.  The weak were cut down.  Hell, even the strong were cut down.

He stood up after a moment and turned, his assault rifle towards the approaching footfalls.  The Colt carbine would be used by law enforcement in a normal world, but Stiles hadn’t known a normal world in a very long time, and he thought nothing of his owning the weapon now and how it might raise a few eyebrows in curiosity or nervousness.  

For a moment all Stiles did was stare at the other man.  Anyone else might have been nervous to be injured—bleeding from a gash on his forehead, and carefully pretending not to have a few broken ribs near yet another cut along his side—in front of someone they hadn’t seen in years, that they’d known as a kid, but Stiles had nothing to lose at this point.  He was far beyond the point of caring what happened to himself, and besides he had to look the part.

Isaac.  He could still remember the first time he’d realized that Isaac was just like his friend Scott, a part of the Pack he could never truly be a part of as a human.

“I’d say you’re a sight for sore eyes, but you never really were my type,” Stiles told him sarcastically.  

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It was a sound in the woods near him that sparked his attention. It was soft enough to not draw the attention of the deer he was currently stalking. He wasn't hungry, but hunting and tracking helped keep the wolf inside stable enough. Granted, if he was with Pack, it would be easier. But, for now, this was all he had. 

Listening to the sound that came through the woods, he could hear pained breaths. They sounded human enough so Isaac decided to investigate. It's not like he couldn't protect himself if push came to shove. 

The closer he got, the lighter he walked. If it was an injured person, he didn't want to spook them. And if it was something else? Well, the element of surprise worked wonders. 

The first thing he noticed was the rifle pointed at his face, the second was the sight and smell of blood on the older mans face. 

The words spoken to him were almost friendly... Sarcastic... It reminded him of home. 

"Well, if you know who I am then you know that the bullets in that gun won't hurt me. So why don't you put it down before you keel over from blood loss?" Isaac caught a familiar scent on the wind but disregarded it. This man was far too old to be the person he smelled like. It was probably just his imagination any way.

"Who are you. You act like you know me...."

[lightningsbeta-blog]

She is my queen and I am her servant. I know how to answer her call. She whispers to me now.  "Stay strong my child, you will find your way home..."