The house was dark, which was to be expected. Scott looked around, wondering if it would be possible to go upstairs, to Isaac's bedroom, a place Scott had always wanted to see; but he inhaled and exhaled. What Derek had to show him was more important, right now.
"So Isaac didn't kill his father," Scott said, shining his flashlight around the house. "Who did?"
"I don't know yet," Derek stated.
"Well, then how do you know he's telling the truth?" Scott reluctantly asked, knowing they had to state the obvious.
"Because I trust my senses," Derek informed Scott. "And it's a combination of them. Not just fear. Sense of smell..." he looked at Scott pointedly.
"You saw the lacrosse game today," Scott sighed, embarrassment flooding his cheeks.
"Yeah," Derek said bluntly.
"Did it look that bad?" Scott asked, somehow already knowing the answer as Derek put an arm around his shoulders.
"Yeah," Derek informed him; they opened the basement door. "You want to learn? Start now."
There was a trail of wooden stairs leading to an unfinished basement, messy and unkempt, and yet somehow it was more than that. Slowly, Scott began descending the stairs.
"What's down there?" Scott asked Derek.
"Motive," Derek said in his usual vague you-have-to-find-out-for-yourself way.
"And what am I looking for?" Scott looked around the basement, which was dark, spooky, and quite frankly looked like it belonged in a horror museum.
"Follow your senses," Derek's voice echoed around the basement.
"What happened down here?" Scott began to breathe heavily.
"The kind of thing that leaves an impression," Derek responded, still lingering at the top of the stairs.
Scott found a scratch mark near broken shards of glass, before following that to a large, compact freezer. He touched the lock holding the freezer shut, praying to God that this freezer was only ever used for ice.
Then, of course, Derek had to pull one of his appearing acts, shining the flashlight brightly onto the freezer. "Open it," he told Scott, and obediently, Scott opened the lock to reveal countless of bloodied scratch marks, as though someone had been inside, trying to claw their way out and failing.
"Isaac," whispered Scott, before turning to Derek. "This is why he said yes to you!"
"Everyone wants power," Derek shrugged.
"If we help you, then you have to stop!" cried Scott, desperation in his eyes - and yes, mostly because of Isaac. "You can't just go around turning people into werewolves!"
"I can if they're willing!" Derek said angrily.
"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?" demanded Scott.
"Yes," Derek rolled his eyes. "And he still asked."
"Isaac, you stupid idiot," muttered Scott.
"And you're the idiot that's still friends with Argent's daughter," Derek retorted. "You saw what happens to an omega. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control."
"If I'm with you, I lose her," said Scott, thinking of his best friend Allison and how much he really did value her friendship.
"You're gonna lose her anyway," said Derek, and made to leave.
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Stay With Me
FanfictionScott McCall has been a werewolf for a few months now, but his life hasn't really gotten any easier since he defeated Peter. His crush still doesn't seem to know that he exists; his best friend's dad still wants to kill him (violently); and on top o...
