Changing Patterns

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Derek rolls down the stairs, crashing into the wood and breaking the bottom post as the others are held kneeling In the living room. A few of the wolves bleeding and grunting in pain as they heal. A sleek dressed man at the front door catches Derek under his foot with a reprimanding chick of his tongue. The long black haired, pale skin, with bead red eyes, and spread red veins growing from his eyes man smirks down at the alpha and then settles a amused look up the stairs at his comrade.

"Samuel~" the man sings softly with an edgy voice. "Do you know how to not cause problems?"

    The first man, slowly dropping down the stairs as he grips stiles by the back of his neck, pouts his lips as he answers. "He came at me, and little pip here didn't want to cooperate."

    "Dammit! Let go you red eyed fucker!!" Stiles yells as he struggles against the man's hold. Pulling at his hand as he easily brings the human down the steps and to his knees at the living room entrance.

    "Aww, how cute," the second kicks Derek's back and rolls him over. "Their protective of their little Sanctor." A devilish chuckle lifts through the room, gaining others as two women and a third man roam around the pack in the living room.

    "I think it's desirable." One of the women chirps with a shining tone. "Please~ king." She begs happily, chuckle light in her voice as she speeds over to Derek's side. She pulls at his hair and tugs the werewolf up to face her.

    Derek spits blood to the floor besides her kneeling legs. Black, bedazzled, three inch heels wrapped around the blond woman's feet. Straps crawling up his ankle and calf to tie in a delicate bow, similar to her black dress. The short, black, tight material had silver chain straps with silver embroidery along the bottom edge. Two wide and short cuts up the side of the thigh section; the sides connected by silver chain pieces. The werewolf let's his teeth grow despite the pain in the motion, his mouth beaten along with his body, broken ribs healing slowly on the left side.

    "Don't you?" She asks. "Oh~ but I've never had wolf before." The woman hissed as two long sabor tooth style fangs grow over her lips. "Awe, king let me have a little sip."

    "Natasha we're not here for a drink, we're here for the human." The other girl coos as her head lays to the side in an annoyed gesture, fingers rolling on Allison's shoulders with long stiletto shaped nails.

    "Then let's have him." Natasha's voice raises in pitch, she throws away Derek's head and toppled him to the ground as she jumps to her feet. "I'm hungry and he's the problem."

    "Your still new, Natasha, I get it. I'm not sure though" king practically appears for a split second before slamming the women against the hallway wall rattling pictures; sending one to the floor. "-why your having so much trouble grasping our rules."

    The woman chokes under kings hand as he raises her a few feet off the ground. "I-I'm sorry. Okay, I just don't get what the point is-" Natasha coughs, the skin of her neck cracking a singeing.

    "The point is, that like his mother, he could cause problems for us. We live in this town, we have for centuries, a Sanctor could changed that. But we can't kill it, so stand back and let me work." The leader, as it seems, begins to chip off parts of Natasha's skin, like glass.