Blood Traitor//Derek Hale

The bitter taste of victory

The wind felt cold against his skin as he looked around the field. What has his life become?

"Hey, watch where you- Stiles?" Luke squinted through the helmet at the clearly nervous teen that stumbled next to him.

"Luke? Oh thank god, I thought I was alone."

"Dude, there are ten players in lacrosse team. What do you mean you were alone?" Stiles just shook his head and a sharp sound of a whistle pierced through the air. They played for a bit and Luke somehow miraculously managed to avoid any injuries while staying close to Jackson. He was his main priority.

"Lahey!" He heard Coach shout over the crowd and Isaac joined them in the game, which soon turned quite violent. Isaac was doing his best to send the rest of their team home for a few days. Once the beta almost run him over, he hissed in his general direction.

"Not me, dumbass!"

"Jones? You're not on the team." Isaac stopped himself mid-run and turned around.

"Scott and his god damned puppy eyes." Murmured Luke and Isaac snorted. Something moved in Luke's peripheral vision, and he jumped back. Jackson slammed into Isaac and sent him flying. The team gathered around the beta and Luke glared at Jackson, who was walking off with a smirk.

"It's not broken... but I can't move it. I think Jackson nicked me, 'cause I can feel it spreading." Groaned Isaac to Scott and Luke before being carried off the field by medics.

"McCall... Either you're in, or we forfeit." Sighed Coach and Scott picked up his helmet. He and Luke looked at each other with worry as they saw Argent leave the stands.

"Go, I'll cause a distraction." The hybrid muttered and stole the ball from one of the opponent players and started sprinting to the goal. With a one graceful throw the ball was in the net and the stands cheered. Scott was gone. Someone almost slammed into him again. Luke and Jackson connected eyes and the Kanima growled. The hybrid smirked; he was faster.

The next few minutes of the game went by fast. Luke distracted Jackson and Stiles, much to his delight, scored a goal. By the time the final whistle blew, they were winning, and Luke let out a tired laugh. The team cheered and Luke was pulled into a sweaty group hug. But he didn't mind much. No one died and he even enjoyed the game. Who knows, maybe he'll ask Coach if he could attend few practices. The happy chatter sadly turned into screams as the lights above the field suddenly turned off. Luke made his way over to where he last saw Jackson, silently cursing at himself for the carelessness. Jackson was there, lying motionlessly on the ground and Luke quickly knelt down to check for any signs of life, even if he knew the teenager's heart sat cold and still in his chest.

"Can we get a medic over here? We're gonna need a medic!" Shouted Coach into the crowd and Melissa McCall ran forwards. Luke quickly moved away.

"He's not breathing. No pulse." She said solemnly.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"Oh-" Coach took a step back and looked like he was genuinely gonna throw up as the nurse lifted Jackson's shirt.

"Oh, my God. There's blood. There's blood!" Cried Lydia, covering her mouth. Melissa didn't let the girl mourn and started barking out orders, trying to save Jackson.

"Get down here. Get down here and hold his head. Tilt it up."

"Stiles. Where's Stiles? Where-Where's my son? Where's Stiles?" Luke heard someone whisper. He looked up and saw sheriff Stilinski looking around frantically. "Where's Stiles? Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?!" And Luke bolted.

-Time skip-

Chris Argent left his daughter's room with a frown and an anger in his heart. He was so distracted by what Gerard had done to Alisson that he almost didn't notice the shadow disappearing behind a corner. Almost. His head snapped to the right and he cautiously made his way down the hall. Chris pulled out his gun from the holster strapped on his waist and as he rounded the corner, he pressed it against the intruder's forehead. The silvery-blue glowing irises burned with hatred.

"I'm going to show you something, and you better think of which side you are on." The hybrid, Luke, if he remembered correctly, hissed out and grabbed him by the arm. There was a woosh and suddenly he stood in the basement where Erica and Boyd were being held. "Imagine my surprise when I, not only find these two here, but Stiles as well."

"What?" Chris frowned.

"Shut up. He's home now. I don't like your father. He's old school and reminds me too much of the time I came from. Now, I am six hundred years old, I don't know how this shit works." Luke waved his hand towards the cables and the power box. "What are you gonna do, Chris?"

"My family's done this for a long time. Long enough to learn things... like how a certain level of electric current can keep you from transforming. At another level, you can't heal. A few amps higher, and no heightened strength... That kind of scientific accuracy? It makes you wonder where the line between the natural and the supernatural really exists." Chris felt Luke's eyes watching him carefully as his finger hovered over the voltage knob. "It's when lines like that blur... you sometimes find yourself surprised by which side you end up on." He turned it down and Erika and Boyd sighed with exhaustion. Chris faced the hybrid. "I just want my daughter back."

Luke ignored him and walked up to the two werewolves. He quickly freed them, and they sank down to the floor. Luke kneeled in front of them.

"Trust me?" He asked the two and they exchanged glances.

"Derek trusts you." Boyd said.

"But do you?" They hesitated but nodded. Luke then grabbed Erica's hand and brought it up to his mouth. He let his fangs bite down into her wrist and after a moment let go. Erica stared with wide eyes.

"That's..."

"A really strong pain killer." Smiled Luke and did the same for Boyd. Luke then stood up and faced Chris.

"You want your daughter back? I hope you're prepared to work for it."

Two updates today? I think so, yes.