PETER HALE IMAGINE- "Rescue"
[You are a vampire in Scott’s pack. Way too young for Peter physically but technically much too old- you were 118 but only looked sixteen. Hell, Peter could look twenty. When the pack defeated Peter you were there, so you knew each other briefly. When the dread doctors killed your sister, you flipped off your humanity (like in TVD- you basically “switch off” most of your emotions and become a ruthless bitch, to put it lightly.) and tracked down Peter, who you found out had escaped from Eichen House and was close to being killed by hunters. Saving him, you end up driving back to his apartment downtown and helping him with his wounds.]
Your P.O.V: You saw him. Peter. You saw him as the wolfsbane pellet embedded itself into his chest, then his shoulder, then his lower hip. The bitch hunting him chuckled as she strode towards her catch, oblivious to your presence. He gasps as you rip out her throat, crimson running down your chin, your neck, pooling at your collar bone. You flip out your claws and drag them along her stomach as you let her fall to the concrete ground, smirking as you realize Peter thinks you’re here to kill him too. “I do this so the police figure THIS *motioning to the red head at your feet* was just another animal attack. I’m not here to kill you sweetheart, I’m here simply because I was curious. And, ya know, because my sister died and you seem like the kind of person who would be really good at getting drunk, even as a supernatural…but whatever. I’m guessing we have to get you fixed up first, hmmm?” He winces as you slip your smooth fingers under the small of his back, not wanting to put pressure on the wolfsbane leaking through the pellets. He moans as you leave him to stand on his own, the weight of his body on his hip not helping his condition. Calling your driver, Gary, to come pick you up, you reach down and pick up the gun the hunter just used. Holding one of the many small pellets of wolfsbane in between your index and thumb, you examine the contents. “Mmmmmm… Not lethal in small amounts, which means I’ll have to get them out of you fast.” “Wonderful” he mumbles. Gary helps Peter into the car and you all drive to his apartment- the address he groans out after little pushing. ************************************
Setting him down on the couch, you grab some medical scissors, tweezers, rubbing alcohol, and some gauze from a first aid kit he keeps in his bathroom. Damn. His place is perfect. Everything is clean, and white, and…wow. He’s a perfectionist. Anyways, you walk back over to Peter, and begin removing his shirt. The sight of his bare chest causes crimson to fill your eyes and the veins under them to become visible as blood pumps through them. Then you notice the blood. Dark red is running down his shoulder and chest, the stream thickening every time he inhales. Shuddering, you shut your eyes tightly for a few seconds- once you regain control you realize he’s smirking through the pain. “It’s the blood, I… ” you purse your lips, realizing he’s reading your chemo signals, and opt for a growl instead. Picking up the tweezers, you plunge into his flesh, causing him to hiss in pain, his breathing becoming labored. You pull the pellet out of his shoulder, the wolfsbane slightly leaking out into his body as you pull it up and out of his flesh. The pain caused him to gasp, tipping his head way back to look at the ceiling through wide eyes. You gently lift his head forward by wrapping your hand around his neck, his eyes fluttering shut at the contact. “Almost done, okay Peter?” He nods his head. The second pellet comes out with ease. But the third is nestled into his left hip… You easily sliced through the fabric of his shirt with your claws, but are hesitant at his jeans. “Uhhhh…how do you want me to do this?” You ask. He moans again as another wave of pain washes over him. “You know what? I don’t give a fuck. Just get it out if me.” You unbuckle his belt, careful not to…touch…anything, and pull his pants down to his mid- thigh. You once again hesitate at his boxers. Looking up at him, you realize he’s nervous. “I promise I won’t kill you, okay? You’ll be fine.” Reading his chemo signals was probably a bad idea, because not only was he nervous, he was slightly turned on. You end up just sliding them down a couple inches by his hip, making sure not to reveal anything.
His P.O.V: Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit. This beautiful girl, y/n, was about to dig yet another pellet of wolfsbane out of your hip. You trusted her- she removed the first two with surgical precision. But this third- this was a little….much. She was much too young for you, but just the feeling of her skin on your neck was enough to make you want to rip her clothes off and just take her right here- screw the wolfsbane. She tucked the brown hair framing her face behind her ear as she furrowed her brows in worry. What was she afraid of? Was she afraid I would hurt her? Shit. My chemo signals. Wait…
She was worried about hurting me.
You sighed as you pushed the tweezers into his flesh. He started to pant, moans on the edge of becoming screams echoing throughout the whole apartment. You couldn’t imagine what it was like, and wanted nothing more than to take it away. Why did you care about him? You flipped the switch- But maybe the switch only turned off sadness and regret…. You grasped the pellet with your tweezers and lifted up, your other hand pushing down on his stomach to stop him from squirming because of the pain. With all three pellets out, you began to disinfect and dress his wounds. He flinched every time your fingers brushed up against his skin. He seemed to be holding back something. You were pretty sure you knew what that something was. as you were doing the same. “All done!” You say, helping him to his feet and standing up yourself. He replies “…Thank you. Really.” He notices that blood is decorating your collarbone from earlier and his own is caked on your fingers. “You can shower, if you’d like. A-and you can borrow one of my shirts to sleep in- I see yours is covered in blood.” The bathroom’s across from my bedroom, on the right. The closet is the one farthest from you.“ You smirk, and reply. “Thank you. I will. Then we can talk about why I’m really here. Okay?” *************************************
When you get out of the shower, you see Peter is fast asleep on the couch. Assuming he wanted to give you the bed, you slipped under the silk covers and drifted off to sleep.
Oh god. You fell asleep. She was on her side, a few strands of her hair falling over her cheek bones. Sunlight streamed in through the open window- you assumed it was around 12pm. She rolled onto her back and stretched, sighing as the cold air attacked her bare legs- she was only wearing your shirt.
You had been awake for a while, and had decided to tease him a bit as he was obviously controlling himself. You were in his bed, wearing his shirt, in his apartment- he was a wolf- him noticing your scent dancing across his sheets was driving him insane. Stepping onto the cool tile floor, you looked up at him through half lidded eyes and smirked, mumbling a “Good morning Peter.”. “Morning” he spat out, his control threatening to snap. “Mmmmmm” you sighed out, grasping the bed frame to stabilize yourself before continuing to walk towards him. It obviously put a certain image in his head as he growled in response. “Mind if I check on your wounds? The wolfsbane still in your system will stop you from healing like you normally do- you’ll practically be human until its completely healed.” He shrugs, and lifts up his shirt. Running your hands along his skin, you gently lift the bandages to peek at the wounds. He shudders at the touch, and you smirk as you read his chemo signals. How could you have possibly guessed you would have such an effect on him? You check the other one on his shoulder, your left hand skimming across his shoulder blade as your right lifts the bandage. Your left index finger brushes up against his neck and the muscles beneath your claws tense up. His eyes aren’t closing his time though. They’re giving your body a once over, examining every inch of your skin like its the most precious thing on earth. You slide a finger underneath his jeans, pulling the fabric down an inch to check on the third wound. Your other hand pulls down the bandage as you check the wound. He gasps as your thumb brushes up against the skin right above his hip, and your eyes dart up to meet his. You raise your brows, and smirk when he winces at the expression. “All done Peter. No infections, and it looks like you’ll be good as new in a few days.” He sighs, relieved at the loss of your touch- controlling his lust without any contact was easier-but he was also saddened. Your smile turned into a smirk as you looked down at him, this powerful creature now a lost puppy at your mercy. "Peter?” You asked, drawing out his name. “What?” He snaps, obviously annoyed at your teasing. He knew you knew how he felt about you and it was killing him. But you needed him to make the first move. Well, you wanted him to. And you have been getting exactly what you want recently. Well, in these past few days, since you didn’t have to worry about your bitch sister anymore you could be reckless. Walking over to your bag, you speak again. “I need to change- I’ll be right back okay? Where are my clothes….ugh these are just pajamas….whatever. Leggings are fine for today.” He freezes. “Pajamas? Why didn’t you change into those last night?” You turned to face him, and smirked yet again. “You offered me your shirt.”, You replied innocently, before slipping into the bathroom to change.
She closes the bathroom door behind her, but you don’t hear the lock click. A moment of silence ensues, then a sigh and the rustling of clothing. You wanted to kick down the door and….no. No no no no no. You can’t think like that. She-she’s too young. Too young.
Opening the bathroom door, you walk up behind Peter, who’s sitting on the couch. He wasn’t going to touch you- you realized this now. You put one hand on either of his shoulders. His muscles tense up immediately, and his own hands shoot up to push yours away, but they fall as you start to knead his shoulders. “Anxiety? Guilt? What’s up with you Peter?” His head tilts back onto the headrest, his eyes closed. He was giving in… But it was submissive. He was giving in a little. Just a little…You could change that… Keeping your hands on his shoulders, you walk around to the front of the couch and sit on his lap, straddling him. His head jerks up, and he stares at you with wide eyes as you continue to rub his neck and shoulders. His lips are parted, but no sound comes out. His heart is beating out of his chest and you can tell his control is about to snap. “What are you doing?” He whispers. “Trying to get you to tell me what’s making you so stressed, Peter.” You stand up and reposition yourself on his lap, your arms snaking around his neck as your lips brushed up against his skin. After peppering kisses from under his ear to his collar bone, you pull away and gaze into his blue eyes. Not his normal blue eyes, but his wolf ones. “Peter? Tell me. Please. I’m not the kind of girl to ask more than a couple times before things get…bad.” You emphasized this by letting your claws graze against his neck as your hands sunk down to his chest. He was still frozen, terrified. You kissed a trail back up to his ear and whispered, “Come on. My control is about to snap, and I’m sure yours is too. I’m not very good at teasing, sweetheart.” You emphasize the last word, mimicking his own pet name for you from when you and your pack-Scott’s pack- defeated him. That’s all it took- that last word, to make him snap.
