I Am The Alpha

Peter Hale alpha werewolf Father to Malia Tate

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recklcsschild‌:

“there was someone there, he was quite interesting, dangerous –– apparently i have a type.” she said to him. first peter and now kol. “just try not to go around biting people, thats a step in the really wrong direction.” the woman nodded as she walked with him to the book case, looking over at it before taking it out of his hands. “does your family have a bestiary? or is that more of a hunters thing?”

He smirked at her comment. Completely playful and entertained with no malicious or underlying meaning. “Interesting and dangerous...You might have a type but at least it isn’t dull and safe.” He would hate to be with someone in any way, friend or otherwise, like that. “They don’t. My father liked to keep a record on things but not extensively. I just add to it when I can.”

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recklcsschild‌:

“it was fun while it lasted.” she said to him before shaking her head. “of course not –– i guess i’m still getting used to this new peter hale.” in the past year a lot had happened and she definitely hadn’t expected the man to turn out the way he did, especially not after he almost killed her and turned her into what she is now. “it’s a book i borrowed from the library, one on mythical creatures.”

"I hope you found a companion interesting and clever enough to tolerate. I found that hard to do when I was in college.” He almost rolled his eyes at himself for sounding so old. “I am as well. Trying to get back to how I was before the fire. It's hard but I think it can be done.” He nodded and without saying anything, went to his bookshelf and pulled one of his books on mythical creatures and handed it out to her. “This is very old and something from my family but I’ve updated it as much as I could. You’re welcome to borrow it.” 

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recklcsschild‌:

the girl took a deep breath once he stood up and walked towards her. “i can see that.” she said softly before looking down at the dress. “don’t do that peter –– don’t be nice.” lydia said with a nod. “it’s just finished, i had to come get something, i thought i left here this morning.”

The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable in any way. They had a complicated history and he knew it was all his fault and could have been avoided but it wasn’t. “Would you want me to be horrible?” he leaned against his wall, wanting to say more but didn’t want to make anything strange for either of them. “Sad to miss it,” he really wasn’t but he thought about seeing her dance in that dress and for a small moment, he did regret not going. “I don’t think anything was left in my class, I’m a neat freak with my students but you can take a look if you want.”

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chcos‌:

“fuck no.” he retorted, without hesitation, watching him as he put on his jacket. “why would i want to sit around and be lectured by you? like, why would anyone want that?” he teased, small smile on his features. “I was looking for a girl– or two of them. but now I need a drink… so hurry up. we’re gonna miss the drunk people falling into the lake.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at Derek’s reaction. It was nice. Light and different from their past which he liked. “You had enough of it when you were younger, I suppose. I thought you might want some of my wisdom or advice that you know I’m good at giving.” There was teasing in his voice. “Two of them? My, my aren’t you quite in demand. Just make sure either of them aren’t going to cause problems for us. I don’t want to deal with that again. What bar do you want to go to?”

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recklcsschild‌:

lydia was still in her founders day ball gown when she went to the school. needing to grab something she’d left in one of the classrooms. the girl stood still when she saw the familiar face standing there, the one that had given her nightmares at one point. “god you just don’t die do you?”

His eyes fell to the gown that she was wearing and then he looked at her. The founders day had completely fallen out of his mind. He’d been so busy it had completely evaded him. “Not easily and not without coming back. You look incredible.” Peter stood up and moved towards her but giving them enough space to be comfortable. “Is that ball tonight?”

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chcos‌:

“here i thought you’d be at the bonfire— the fuck are you doing here? you know you don’t have to work today?” derek looked back at his uncle as he stood in the doorway. he was on his way to the bonfire, and bypassed that of the university— for no particular reason. okay so he knew alice lived around here somewhere, maybe he’d bump into her, or lydia… or someone so he didn’t look like such a fucking weirdo turning up to this bonfire by himself. “wanna go attempt to get drunk?”

"I like to avoid fires if I can.” He remarked putting down the papers he was grading. “It was quiet in here for once so I wanted to get a head start and see if there was anyone who turned in a decent paper.” So far there had been a few contenders but not many. It had been a while since he had some downtime and time with his nephew. Without hesitating, Peter got up and put on his jacket. “God yes. I need it. What brings you here, did you want to come to one of my classes?”

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If ever he was surprised at how his life had turned out, now was the time. Professor of History at Beacon Hills University. It wasn’t a job he ever expected himself having or liking but he found that he really enjoyed it. He was deep in grading his papers when he heard his door open and after a minute or two he looked up. “Office hours aren’t normally till tomorrow but I’ll make an exception. What brings you here?”

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Hey everyone

Everyone at mythologieshq please unfollow me. I’m leaving the rp. I’ve not had a good time here in a while and always thought there was an atmosphere especially with the hate I kept getting and then the activity got super low and so quiet that I’ve decided I’m not going to be part of it anymore.

I noticed “active” characters unfollow me for no reason which added to it all

Hope your rp grows and you get a good activity again.

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lydiahmartiin‌:

Lydia just nodded. “I honestly don’t know, Peter. I can control the powers that I have for now but I still don’t know the full extent of what I can do or how. If a banshee is responsible I don’t know how and I don’t even know if other banshees are here.” It was so much for her, almost like a headache was forming. “You know more about banshees than I do. You tell me, Peter.”

          "I’ve told you about all of your abilities, Lydia. In all of my research about your kind I only came across the abilities that you already know about.” There weren’t any more answers he could give her but knew the desire she had to learn more. “I know about banshees but you’re one of the most powerful that I know of. And the most intelligent.” He looked her in the eyes with a gentle and fond intensity. “As desperate as I was for a backup all those years ago, I wouldn’t have picked any banshee. Your intelligence set you apart. That isn’t your banshee self, it is you.”

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silverinthedna‌:

“I’ll look forward to it.”  Chris knew that Talia would have more than enough reason to mistrust him and his motives, and he didn’t expect that first conversation to be friendly.  But if she was talking to others in town then hopefully her old knowledge of what the Argent family was and stood for could be reconciled with new information.  “I suppose I appreciate that, even if it felt like it at the time.  It is tough to believe that we haven’t crossed paths more than that, though.”  He nodded, sipping at his drink once more.  “Allison was changing the family in a lot of ways.  The code was one thing, but she was never going to be a matriarch like Victoria - she wouldn’t send soldiers to do something that she wouldn’t do herself.”

Chris laughed softly, finishing the drink and setting his glass down on the bar.  “Alright, alright.  What kind of wolf do I think I’d be…part of me would like to think that I’d be like Scott.  I’m not that virtuous, though, so I’d probably end up a beta to someone I could respect.”

    The alpha just nodded with a grimace on his face. “I’m sure she will as well.” Given the long history between the two families and the intensity that came with it, Peter really wasn’t sure how Chris and Talia’s meeting would go but saying that he didn’t think the day would come when he would be drinking with an Argent. “From what I gathered, she was a unique leader. Any good leader has to be willing to do what they instruct the pack. She would be a good leader.” Even though he didn’t have good thoughts on Allison, he gave credit where it was earned. 

There was that laugh again. Peter thought Chris should do it more. “An alpha is only as good as his betas. Any alpha needs a good second in command and its a place of honour. I can see you as a good beta. I expect you’d end up with an alpha like Scott, not one like me.” Peter was so willing to do whatever it took even killing.

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lydiahmartiin‌:

There was only one desk and chair in the room so she gestured to Peter to sit on the chair while she made herself a coffee, deliberately not offering him one. Once it was made, she sat on the corner of her bed and listened to what he said. There had been a feeling she’d been having since arriving back. Restless and almost tingly but she didn’t know it meant. “I don’t know if there are any other banshees in town. I’ve only ever bought you back and it is not something I want to do for anyone ever again. At least, not without knowing first. The people that have come back, are they all wolves or something else?” She took a sip of her coffee, enjoying the aroma of it. “There is something about this place. It’s different from when I left. Like its vibrating around me. I don’t know. I just know I haven’t been able to sleep since I got in this morning.”

            Not without knowing first. That was something certainly interesting but that he knew to talk about later with her. “A mix. Some human, some wolves. One I know was a human rejecting the bite when she died but is now alive, well and werewolf.” There was something about her face when she talked, he was captivated. He had always been when it came to Lydia and her observations. “Something felt like it was pulling me back here. I left not long after the riders but then I just felt like coming back. Do you think a banshee has something to do with it?”

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silverinthedna‌:

“If she’s staying in town, then I’m sure I’ll get the chance.  It’ll be nice to form my own opinions, instead of the ones Gerard fed us.”  So much of their family history, at least the recent kind, was built on lies.  Lies he’d spent years tearing down and putting in the past.  “You’re welcome.  I don’t think you are either - there are hallmarks of psychopathy that you don’t show.  Although if you’d asked me after you shoved a piece of rebar through me I might have said something different.”  Fortunately those days seemed to be over now.  “It doesn’t seem morbid - we all think about our legacy as we get older, and I think Malia would be a good choice.”  Peter being an alpha again was an interesting discovery, but Chris downplayed that for the moment.  “She was,” there was no mistaking the pride in his voice, “and I think they’re better too.”

He nodded agreement.  “Compartmentalization.  Even in a big army, the fewer people who know about a plan the greater the odds of success.”  It was a strategy employed by generals and leaders for thousands of years, and Scott’s use of it had proved brilliant.  “I always would, though,” he admitted.  “It’s not something I’d ever want for myself, not even to save my life.”

     "I don’t think she’ll leave and if she finds out we had even the hint of a pleasant conversation then you'll find yourself having a conversation with her. She’ll make sure that will happen.” And Peter wondered if he would be missing any memories from it. “I didn’t want you to die if that means anything to you. I can’t believe that was our first and only interaction prior to this drink. Feels like we should have met or done something else but I guess the situation didn’t come up.” He sounded so casual. “I’m not even sure how it would work from a coyote to a wolf but whatever power I have will be hers. You were the same with Allison? I always thought your family hierarchy was interesting. Men are the soldiers and the women the leaders. It seemed your daughter was an interesting mix of both.”

He hadn’t expected it of Scott but was proud of that move. It was something he’d have done but a lot less violent than the path Peter would have taken. “Christopher,” he said with a sigh, “it is a what/if situation. You couldn’t humour me for a little bit?”

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lydiahmartiin‌:

Somewhere to talk. With her hand on her door, her blue eyes looked behind her at her room but she didn’t want to let him in. Looking down at her clothes she was still in her pyjamas so she sighed. “Just come in. We can talk in here.” 

          An invitation into her room wasn’t expected but as he walked in he looked over the place. It was bigger than what he thought so he was glad Lydia was in a decent place. “I’m not sure if you are aware but the dead are coming back to life and the numbers are enough for me to think it isn’t a banshee. Or not one banshee.  I wanted to see if you had any feelings on it.”

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tarnishedargent‌:

“Like a cockroach.” She muttered, standing defensively. She didn’t have weapons after all, and even if she did, she didn’t know if she had the confidence to use them right now. “While there’s plenty of people I’d love to have a heart to heart with, Peter, you’re so far down the list I can’t even see your name.”

         "Cockroaches don’t come back to life, I can be killed but I just come back. First time with Lydia and the next time would probably how you did if Lydia Martin wouldn’t help me.” He was relaxed, not worried about a threat from her. He was an alpha, he didn’t need to worry about that. “I don’t want a heart to heart with you. I want information from you. There are a few people that have come back to life and I want to know how and why.”

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silverinthedna‌:

“I’ll have to take your word on that.  At least until I have the pleasure of meeting the lady myself.”  Chris reached for his drink and forced his hand down again.  “That’s either high praise or a damning criticism, though, coming from one of the most calculating people I know.”  Chris wasn’t sure whether he meant that as praise either, but it was the truth and he didn’t suspect someone like Peter would shy away from it.  “I would think so.  It’s a little hard to take when our kids surpass us to become greater than we are, but he did.  Just like Allison did.”

At that, he took a sip from his drink after all.  “It was a master stroke,” he agreed with a nod.  “Not one person saw it coming, and that’s the hallmark of a perfect plan.”  He’d never thought of life as a wolf - it wasn’t something an Argent considered.  If he was bitten, if he began to turn, he was honor bound to stop the change.  “I’m glad to hear it.  I’d hate to have to turn you down.”

      "You’d like her,” no ill-feeling meant by it but he knew how composed Talia could be and how reasonable she could make herself. At Chris’s comment, Peter smiled. Not a calculating smirk but a genuine one as he took the comment as a compliment. “Thank you, Christopher. I think I meant it as criticism and praise. I’m calculating, yes, but I’m not a psychopath despite local opinion.” Scott wasn’t better than him, Peter thought. It was a strange mix. He was proud Scott, a product from his bite, was a true alpha but there was a resentment that it hadn’t been someone in his family. “Not to sound morbid but when it is my actual time to go, I want Malia to take my alpha power. She’d be remarkable I think. With the right guidance, I think a great alpha. Wasn’t Allison the one that changed your family words? I like those ones better than the original ones.”

Peter watched Chris as he also took a sip from his drink. “And if I remember correctly, he didn’t tell anyone. That is the key right there. The more people you tell, the more chance it has to fall apart.” That might be his lack of trust in people. “What if you didn’t turn me down?” 

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lydiahmartiin‌:

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The flight back to town had gotten in late and she couldn’t sleep when it finally did get in after a long delay. When she did sleep it was already morning but was disturbed by knocking on her hotel room door. “What is it?” she asked through the door just before opening and coming face to face with whoever was knocking.

       Lydia Martin. As soon as Peter heard that she was back in Beacon Hills it didn’t take him long to find out where she was staying. Normally he would have waited a few days to approach her but he didn’t want to wait. “I need the help of a banshee. Would you be okay with that?”

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lionhcartd‌:

Hearing that he was not the only person with the nemeton theory, he raised his eyebrows. “So find the nemeton, possibly find answers.” Liam knew that it sounded easier said than it would be done but already he decided he would try it if it meant that he could help his friends and the entire town.

        "You think it would be that easy?” Peter shook his head and looked around with a heavy sigh. Nothing in Beacon Hills was that easy. “What would really help is a banshee but I haven’t seen one in town for a while.”