Blood Traitor//Derek Hale

Shoppin' for trouble

"That's a stupid idea."

"It's not."

"I don't even have a suit. The last one I had ended in the dumpster twenty years ago."

"I'll buy you one. You have to at least try to have a normal life. Come-on I heard that vampires love looking good." Pleaded Alan Deaton.

"We do. But I just don't feel like going."

"Oh c'mon, it will be fun. You'll be with your friends-"

"My what now?"

"-and you'll be happy-"

"I'll be what now?" Alan glared at Luke but the vampire only raised an eyebrow. They kept staring at each other until Luke groaned and gave in.

"Uh fine." Deaton smiled with satisfaction.

And that's how he ended up in a shopping centre, searching for a tie that did not make him look even more dead or wasn't bloody red. Harder task than anyone could have imagined.

"That's not your color. Sorry if that was intrusive, but - considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter." Luke's eyes widened as he peaked from behind the aisle and saw Peter Hale standing next to Allison.

"Because I'm pale?"

"Fair. I mean, you can't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect."

"Okay."

"Trust me, I- I have a unique perspective on the subject. Do you mind? See? Much better. You're not here alone, are you? Shopping for dresses- with friends. High school dance."

"Formal."

"Attention shoppers. To the owner of a blue Mazda, license plate-" Luke thanked god for the announcement.

"Did she just say a blue Mazda?"

"- 5768. Your car is being towed-"

"Oh! That's my car." Panicked Allison and rushed off.

"I have to say, Scott, I continue to be impressed with your ingenuity. Just remember - You can't be everywhere all the time." Growled Peter under his breath and Luke decided to make his presence known.

"You know, you still look like you're in your early 30's so if you're gonna approach a high school girl and start talking about her smooth skin all you're gonna achieve is gaining attention of the authorities." Said the vampire and Peter turned around, smirk playing on his lips.

"Look who's talking. A 600 years old virgin." Luke opened his mouth to shoot back some snarky remark, but nothing came to his mind.

"I...f-fuck off." He blurted out and Peter snorted.

"I really wonder what he sees in you."

"Huh-" Luke almost yelped when he was shoved back against a wall with Peter holding the front of his shirt in his fist. And of course, Peter made sure that they were out of the view range of the security cameras.

"Your senses are really crappy right now. It's like your speed and hearing is completely gone."

"Well, that's not really my fault, is it?"

"I don't get it. Werewolves and vampires aren't supposed to get along. Your supposed to be arrogant and think that everyone is below you, and werewolves are supposed to poison your food with garlic." Peter frowned as he looked Luke up and down, as if searching for some answer.

"Okay, first. I only have a mild allergy to garlic. I don't think you would be able to kill me with it fast enough. Second, I think we swapped roles then. As far as I can see, you're pretty arrogant and think everyone is below you." Peter growled and wrapped his hand around Luke's neck.

"Yeah, that ain't gonna do much. I don't really need air." Said the vampire with strangled voice.

"You know I could literally kill you, right?"

"Oh, please do. I've been waiting for the eternal sleep ever since I died." Peter frowned in confusion.

"You're-not afraid of death?"

"I'm excited to meet her again actually." Peter let out a quiet chuckle.

"Dress to impress, the formal is going to be fun." Peter forced something into the vampire's hand and then left. The completely confused Luke was left standing there with a silver tie in hand.