Crossroads

Chapter 2: Scott

July 20th, 2018
Location: Peru
Time: 7:30 pm.

"We are almost there." Chris says pointing to his map.

"We have been driving for days. How much longer?" I ask while stopping for gas.

"About 15 minutes from the club, El Diablo." Chris says mocking the words 'El Diablo.'

"The clubs called 'The Devil.' that's fucking ridiculous." I say paying for gas with my credit card.

"Supposed to be the safe house for supernatural creatures, if we are looking for a specific werewolf they will be here." Chris says folding up the map.

"Alright." I say opening up the car door and getting back in.

I turn the car in reverse and back out of the gas station. "Alright, which way?" I ask Chris.

"Turn left." He says.

I turn left and drive down a very narrow road as time goes by, we can hear the blaring music coming from the club.

"In a couple hundred feet, turn right and we are here." Chris says opening the window and throwing the map out the window.

"Welcome to El Diablo." I say as I pull up in the parking lot. I scan the lot for any signal of werewolves or other supernatural creatures.

"They're everywhere." I say in awe.

"I told you." Chris says as he hops out of the car. He opens the trunk and grabs his shotgun.

"You coming?" He asks me as I sit in the car.

"Yea, let me just turn the car off." I say as I turn the key and open the door. I see a girl with blondish hair. She eyes me for a minute and then immediately turns away.

"Scott. Over here!" Chris yells from the other side of the car.

I run over to see Chris pointing his gun at a man with dark hair as he lays on the ground.

"Chris?" I ask confused.

"Look." He says putting his gun down slowly.

I walk over to the man on the ground and tap him on the shoulder. He whips his head around and starts to glow orange. I jump back. He starts to stand up and I then I see it. I'd recognize that glow from anywhere. It's a hellhound. When he sees me, he relaxes. He falls back to the ground and puts his hand out.

He mumbles one word: "Scott."

I come closer and look at him.

"Parrish?" I say in awe as I lift him off the ground.

Chris helps me as we load him into the car.

This was gonna be a long ass night.

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"How the hell are you alive?" Chris asks him.

"I don't know. What are you guys doing here? How did you find me?" Parrish asks confused.

"We heard this place was a supernatural hotspot." I say smiling and giving him some water.

"And we also heard, someone was capturing supernatural creatures and bringing them here." Chris adds punching me in groin.

"How did you get here?" I ask Parrish.

"I was transported here from beacon hills. Peter was with me at the beginning but now I have no idea where he is." Parrish says wiping dirt of his face.

"Chris stay here with Parrish. I'm gonna go inside and scope the place out. Something is wrong here." I say sniffing around the car.

Chris nods as I walk towards the front door. A couple of werewolves are hanging around the front door smoking some cigarettes. They growl as I walk up to the door.

"Alpha." One of them says.

"You bet?" I say eyes turning red.

The werewolf whimpers and backs up. I open the door and see blue flashing lights and a giant DJ booth in the middle of the room. There is a bar and a couple of rooms on the left. I walk past a crowd of werewolves gambling and see the blonde haired one again. She glimpses at me and immediately turns away. I stroll through a huge crowd of supernatural creatures dancing and drinking. It was like a party we had back at beacon hills. I walk towards the DJ. A dark haired guy looks about 20 years old and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Hey, who owns this place?" I ask putting my hand on the speaker.

"You wanna meet the boss?" He asks laughing.

"Yea. What's so funny about that?" I ask gripping his hand tightly.

"Ow! Back off man! It's just nobody ever 'asks' to see the boss. But I can let him know your looking for him." He says moving his hand away.

"Alright. Do it." I say eyeing him down.

"You mean now? Aha. Man, not a good idea! Boss is kinda busy now...he doesn't like visitors at night...." He says nervously as he changes the song.

"Yes. Now." I say growling.

"Alrighty! Wait here, I'll be back. Don't touch anything, or the boss will be supa mad." He says walking out of the booth towards a small door to the right.

I examine the DJ booth and notice something about the speakers. There is a blue button that says 'Release.' I press it and the music shuts off. I hear people screaming and bottles breaking. It's completely pitch black and I can't see a thing. Then I hear a door slam and a gunshot goes off. I press the button again and the lights flicker on. I turn around and see about a couple hundred faces staring at me. They all were growling and mouths were watering.

Then the girl with the blonde hair stands up and says, "Alpha."

"Yea, why does everyone keep saying that?" I ask slamming my fist on the speaker.

"Because Scott. You are the last Alpha in the world." I hear a familiar voice say.

I then see the shadow of a tall figure behind me. I swing around and try to reach out but miss. I fall to the ground and see the tall figure become more clear to me. Gerard Argent.

"Gerard. What the hell are you doing here?" I ask barring my teeth and steadying myself on the ground.

"Working." He says pulling out his pistol.

"For who? You have a boss?" I ask confused.

"You haven't heard? There are higher powers than me, Scott. And they are much more harsh with there consequences." He says cackling.

"Chris is here. We found Parrish. He will kill you if he knows you work here." I say spitting at him.

"You brought him here?!" Gerard says whacking his pistol at my head.

"He's my friend." I say wiping the blood off my lip.

"He's my son." Gerard says as he hits me again with the pistol.

"So, who's bitch are you?" I ask.

"You wanna meet him? I'm sure he will tear you apart." Gerard says smiling. He steps out of the booth and walks towards the door to the right. He slightly taps on the door and steps to the side.

The door slams open. I see a figure step out in a black trench-coat with the DJ quivering behind him.

"Who's the wanker that ruined my party?" The man says pulling out a knife.

"Him." The DJ points to me. I shrivel up in fear.

"The alpha. Gerard, how did you catch this one?" He asks.

"I didn't. He came crawling to me." Gerard laughs.

The man walks closer until he is standing over me. He offers a hand to pull me up but, I refuse to take it.

"Aye, mate it's alright I get it. You don't wanna shake hands with a demon? It's cool." He says smiling as his eyes turn completely black.

I back away in fear. I have never seen something like him before. This is new. Very new.

"Oh, by the way! I'm Crowley, it's a pleasure to introduce myself. I'm sorry we have to start on such bad terms! But, nobody likes a party pooper! Boys..." Crowley snaps his fingers and three werewolves get up and stand behind him.

"Here's dinner." He says with a grin.