' WE’RE ALL KILLERS. WE’VE ALL KILLED PARTS OF OURSELVES TO SURVIVE. WE’VE ALL GOT BLOOD ON OUR HANDS. SOMETHING SOMEWHERE HAD TO D I E SO WE COULD STAY ALIVE. '
there were open books and papers scattered across the large table in the library and tyler, for better or worse, did not give much care to us history ii and the cuban missile crisis. his elbows were against the table and through the dim screen of his phone he was reading on the aftermath of the bon fire. vicki donavon, animal attack. that seemed to be an all too common solution to problems around here and sometimes he wondered if it had just a mountain lion raising hell in the woods of mystic falls. he had been worried about vicki and given that well, they were nothing more than friends that fucked occasionally, he had no place to act like worried boyfriend.
“ do you think there’s really a mountain lion lurking in the woods? or maybe it’s something more mysterious. ”
RESEARCH AT THE SCHOOL LIBRARY - - it seemed that’s what his life had come to. ever since his arrival back in town, it had been made apparent to him that whatever it was out there - biting innocent teenagers, even mauling them to death or somewhere close to it, wasn’t something he could face without the help of his uncle. his uncle who until recently had been comatose, now struggling to reawaken his wolf nature. it just so happened the high school had the better stocked library and not enough security - which led to him spending hours scouring books on lore but to no avail. he didn’t expect to be spoken to, as he hadn’t the past few days, but when he locked eyes with a lockwood . . he was taken aback. he had to remind himself that the younger lockwood was still unaware of his nature, because that’s how they did it in their family. being a wolf was second nature to the hales, but for the lockwoods it was something they adopted much later. ‘ what else do you think it was ? vampires ? ’
pretending to be weak was exhausting in and of itself. when an entire town knows you as the comatose hale, awake at last, there was only so low you could lay back. though he truly wasn’t back to his full health, he was still far better than the act he was putting on. as far as his nephew ( who had been so kind to come back to town at the news of laura’s death and peter’s improved state ) knew, peter was still having trouble controlling his abilities again. truly a shame, it was, that the hunters’ attack on their home took this much from them all. a founder without his family … yeah, peter was just devastated when he woke.
❝ only a matter of time before the hunters come back after last night’s … drama, ❞ peter says as he follows derek back into the remains of the family home, steps slow and uneven. the burns along his jaw tighten as speaking tugs at the skin and he winces briefly, feigning slight pain. the words sounded bored, but they raised a question : who was attacking civilians in town ? peter wasn’t so dumb as to let any of his own stay alive without reason. ❝ and because of it we can’t just hide out here and wait to be slaughtered and mounted on their walls. maybe if you’re lucky we’d even be a rug. we have to be ready for them, derek, and i can’t help you if i’m not able to properly shift. ❞ ( @sourhale )
he kicked at loose rocks that lay at his feet - - anything to avoid the eyes of the uncle he felt he’d let down. they were the only hales that had emerged from the fire , but peter carried his wounds externally. there was a time the older wolf had taught derek how to control his nature, how to phase seemlessly , how to blend in. now, it was his job to be there for his uncle. it wasn’t just laura’s death that had brought him rushing back to town . . but also the prospect of reuniting with the only family he had left.
he looked up at his words, a frown on his face. yes, THE NEW ALPHA in town. he suspected the lockwoods - - when it came to werewolves , there weren’t many families in mystic falls born with the gift. many had migrated over the centuries , leaving only the hales and the lockwoods. everyone knew the fate of his family , while the eldest lockwood ( without the gene activated, he might add ) ran the town as its’ mayor. he didn’t know if that made perfect sense or none at all. ‘ i’m stronger than i used to be. ’ the words had a sadness to them. he’d grown up too soon, ripped from the childhood he deserved by a single fire. ‘ and how can i help you properly shift ? i thought that was up to the wolf. ’
it couldn’t be. his irises flexed, adjusting to the darkness. the human shape, the animal sounds, he hadn’t encountered a were in so long, almost hoped they were extinct. for all that the other man’s bite would be lethal, damon’s smile turned delighted. “is that a hale?” the man had to be, they were so close to the property. damn, he hadn’t met a hale since that unfortunate incident in the 60s. steered clear of were territory after that. beyond the natural enemies thing, most tended not to like him. “territorial, i like it.” his tone lowered into a mocking growl- “don’t piss on my property.”
his hackles raised at the mention of his family name. seemed like another reason to be wary. a bloodsucker that knew his family and somehow still lived to tell the tale ? it seemed unlikely. still, he emerged from the cover of trees, staring the man down with bright eyes and shone an icy blue in the dark. ‘ i’d be careful not to piss me off. ’ he couldn’t help the slight snarl, playing right into his stereotype but frankly - - he couldn’t give a single fuck. ‘ you got a name ? ’
with blood still smeared across his lips, he lingered in the woods. close enough to hear the chaos he left behind. not quite a smile, grim enjoyment maybe, contorted his features. sense told him to leave but a part of him needed to hear it. to soak up the destruction he caused. but, really, he hadn’t killed her, so the quaint townspeople should chalk it up as a win. a sudden noise behind him. his head half turned but dismissed it. who could sneak up on damon salvatore. with his leather jacket sleeve, he wiped irritably at his mouth. before his body whipped around fully. there it was again. a- he listened- a soft growl. one hand extended in front of him. “down cujo.” || @sourhale
he swore it wasn’t the impending full moon that had his head spinning with anger. it wasn’t misplaced, the stench of fresh blood filtering through the air accompanied with an ancient engraved instinct within him to strike down the creature that wiped the same from his mouth. NATURAL ENEMIES - he hadn’t encountered a vampire in months. he’d also never met one that had been anything but trouble. it seemed this man wouldn’t be anything different. another growl ripped from somewhere deep within his chest, the wolf within him clamoring to be released .. but it wasn’t the full moon yet. and still derek knew he could take him if that was what he really wanted. ‘ if i were you, i would leave now. ’
a part of him couldn’t believe these parties were still a thing.
he’d gone to the occasional bonfire in the woods when he attended mystic high - hell, he’d thrown some - his house a frequent hotspot for wandering couples to fall into a bed or the occasional person to lock themselves in the bathroom for their own reasons. his mother had never approved, of course, but his mother’s approval didn’t mean as much to the teenage boy as it should have.
still, he heard the chatter from a distance, his itch for the return of the past increasing with every moment while his mood dropped like the bottle of whiskey he’d bought himself in preparation for what was to come. and what was to come was teenagers wandering over in the direction of his home asking unnecessary questions.
and there one was - he noted with an air of disdain. ‘ you’re trespassing on private property. ’
( michael b jordan, cismale, he&him ) — did you see DEREK HALE walking through town? i hear the 22 / 22 year old is a WEREWOLF, but that might just be a rumor. some say they are STEADFAST and HEADSTRONG, but that they can be STUBBORN and VOLATILE.
oh man derek ... where do i begin with derek i just ...
NAME : derek hale
AGE : 22
ZODIAC : scorpio
SPECIES : werewolf (born)
FC : michael b jordan (fuuuuuuuuuuuckmeup)
DISCLAIMER I HAVEN’T DONE ANY PLOTTING W THE CORA YET SO???? CHANGE ALL THE “LONE SURVIVOR” TO “ONE OF TWO” IF IT TURNS OUT HE KNOWS CORA IS ALIVE!!!
CHILDHOOD
his childhood began beautifully. born into a large terrific home full of life and werewolves that were prepared to teach him the ways of their world. well known, loved, and respected. that’s the world a young derek hale entered into - everything he could ever want handed to him by the incredible talia hale who loved her son ferociously and raised him to believe that even once he triggered the curse, he would always be his own man. he could be whatever he wanted to be, and he loved every bit of it. school, falling in love, running wild with his pack and feeling like the world was at is feet.
paige
at the age of fifteen, he fell in love with a beautiful girl who made beautiful music and saw the beauty in his heart, despite his nature. and when ennis gave her the bite against her will, for the first time, derek’s perfect life began crashing down. as she died in his arms with his claws in her chest and his eyes turned from yellow to blue - he knew nothing would ever be the same again. he was jaded now, having lost the love of his life who in her last moments told him she loved him too, having known the beast he turned into. for the first time, derek experiences pure heartbreak and loss - but it didn’t end there.
.. MOVING ON
he found love again by a woman called kate argent, a woman he trusted and pulled into his life. she helped him with the pain, helped him feel like he wasn’t worthless. she healed him, pushed him, revived him - till she was gone.
he was only sixteen years old when he lost every single person he ever knew except for his uncle, who lay comatose in a hospital while the rest of his family died painfully and suddenly at the hands of a raging fire that burned down his home and took everything away from him. he grew sadder, angrier, most sullen and withdrawn, he finished highshool and remained in the broken pieces of his childhood home, finding solace in charred walls which fueled his desire to do better - be better than every version of himself yet the pain weighed on him impossibly and he found himself feeling more alone in the worth than he ever had. he cut himself off from everyone he knew, trusting easily and finding heartbreak on every path. his mom had raised a kind, good man. a man without cruel intentions and one that saw the best in people.
and so he left, finishing high school and leaving the painful memories behind and finding solace with friends of his family in distant lands. it was the name laura hale that brought him back to town. he never thought he’d have to mourn another member of his family.
AND NOW
with a renewed passion to find the person who murdered his sister, derek returned to mystic falls a different man. reserved and no longer believing in the humanity of people, he lives in the broken pieces of his childhood home, trying to piece together how his sister survived and who brutally murdered her while simultaneously avoiding the entire town. the town that looks at him through a veil of pity the moment they hear his last name - the only successful survivor of the famous hale fire. he tends to avoid any and all contact, preferring now to keep to himself and more than content with being known as the man who lives in that burned down house in the woods. for him, being alive is the ultimate guilt. he’s the only one who made it, without a scratch.
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