Ever After ☼ Derek Hale

06; time bomb set in motion

It was late.

I wasn't sure how late, because my phone's battery died, but it was late and I was cold and Kurt wouldn't let me pull him back home. I know what you're thinking; Shay, he's just a dog, just pull him! Well, you obviously haven't met a mastiff, or a pitbull, or a mix. Or me, since I could barely pull myself somewhere.

The worst part was the fact that there was a curfew, and I didn't know the city whatsoever and was in an area I was pretty sure I've never been to. To top this great situation off, of course I have zero sense of direction, and by walking straight I could get to the leftest left of the world.

I tried pulling Kurt once more, "damn Mastiff," I swore. He was too strong and too big for me to pull, no matter how hard I tried. Or maybe I was too small and too weak? I doubt that a lot of people would manage to pull him, so I'll stick with the first.

"Kurt!" I called, getting sick of it. I was certain we've been out for over four hours. Four tiring hours in which he sniffed round, growling at dark corners every once in a while. 

Weirdo.

"Jesus Christ, Kurt, would you move your fat ass back home?" I whined as he pulled me to the other side of the road. He was refusing to move in the direction I was practically begging him to go to, and instead kept pulling me to weird streets. "You just want me to get killed so you could go back to do whatever you want, don't you?" I huffed, "well, it ain't gonna work for you. I am here to stay, Kurt!" I stomped my feet, trying to make him see me as a stubborn bitch that will get home when she wants to.

He then started barking, running around a corner and pulling me along- so much for the stubborn part, at least I'll always have the bitch part.

There was laying a man.

"Jesus Christ, Kurt," I said again. "You had to take me to see a dead man?" Kurt growled a moment more at a dark corner, hairs on his back standing, before he rushed to the man, sniffing his hand. "What the hell, man? I mean, dog." I crouched next to the figure of the man, turning him around (with some difficulty). A bit disgusted, I put two fingers to his neck.

"Low pulse," I stated to myself, "but it's there. Cold as fuck." I narrowed my eyes for a moment, wondering how I can warm him up. I could always just walk away and pretend to never have met him. Before I could so anything, Kurt bit into his arm.

"Kurt!" I warned, but it seemed to bring the man back to consciousness.

His blue eyes opened and glared at me for a moment. "Who are you?" he asked, pushing me away. I landed on my butt, confused. From dead to aggressive asshole. Alright then.

"Shay, who are you?" I shot back.

"Wasn't expecting that kind of answer," he rubbed his neck, letting out a sigh of pain or discomfort. "I'm Peter." He glanced at Kurt, "he is a healthy dog, correct?"

"Uh- I reckon, only had him for a couple of days." His glance shifted between Kurt and me, before glancing at the bite mark. Only it was gone.

Haha, alright, tots normal.

"I suppose I owe him a thank you, and not you," he said after a moment. Well, doesn't he know how to make a girl feel special?

"Kind of, yeah," I admitted, my eyes catching sight of something. I grabbed his face, regretting it the moment I did so, but kept going. "Why would you tattoo the kanji for 'Self'?"

"Tattoo?" he wondered, "I never had a tattoo, and if I would have it would definitely not be 'Self', or in Japanese. I am not lame," he stated, pushing my hand from his face. We were at the same height now, and I rolled my eyes, for once, I actually like kanji's tattoos and totally planned on doing one soon enough.