Bloodlines

Part 2

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All my friends are heathens. Take it slow

Peter had survived the fire, only to have it drive him mad, power hungry, and become a, well.... Lunatic.

You stared down at the tabletop taking in all the information being hurled your way from Derek, Scott, and Stiles, taking Peter's peanut gallery side comments with a grain of salt. "The reason I did that was-"

"No, Peter!" You cut him off angrily, looking up from the pattern of the tabletop you'd let yourself get lost in, meeting his gaze harshly. "There is no reason for these things. I don't care. You are certifiably insane, and deserve to rot in a cell somewhere, as far as I'm concerned."

"That's not very nice, Y/N," he chided in a condescending tone, but something deep down in his voice seemed to be smiling, happy to be under your skin. And it irked you.

"The Peter I remember was kind, and I considered him my own uncle. He loved the color red and had a soft spot for kittens. He used to throw me up in the air and make me think I could fly, if only for a few seconds, and told me to never take any of the shit this world would throw my way. This," you gestured to the shell of a man you saw beside you, "is not that man. I don't even know if that man exists anymore."

"I can assure you, he doesn't," Peter said after a moment, and you could detect the slightest amount of sadness in his tone. Somewhere deep down you thought he might have wanted to sway you back to his side, but it was clear now that that wasn't even a remote possibility. Now it was his turn to study the tabletop. "That man died when an Alpha was born."

"And what's your excuse now that the Alpha has died?"

You had never been so afraid as you were under the gaze Peter slowly turned your way. You also had never stood your ground so firmly in the face of such fear. This straighter spine of yours was new, something else to add to a growing list of things to keep track of.

"He didn't die. He's simply taking a step back for the moment." Peter's voice was like ice.

Stiles snorted. "Yeah. Sure. Has nothing to do with the one you bit being a one in a million Alpha."

Peter stood abruptly, causing his chair to slide back with an ugly scraping sound, a low growl escaping his throat as he lowered furious glowing blue eyes at Stiles. Just as quickly Derek was on his feet from his spot across the table, Scott doing the same beside you, both of their chairs also scraping the floor, and making you cringe. Glancing around the coffee shop, you were glad to see it had emptied, and the employees were all in back cleaning.

"Try it Peter. I dare you," Derek rumbled, his eyes flashing that brilliant blue for only a second in warning.

"Guys, stop it!" Scott hissed, snarling as he let his bright red eyes glow without restraint.

Derek yielded, sitting once again, but Peter stared Scott in the eyes, challenging him. "Careful, baby Alpha. I made you. Remember that."

Scott growled. "I made me, Peter. You're just the freakshow that set things in motion by biting an innocent bystander in the middle of the night. Remember that."

Scott's words had the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as you stared up at him as he stood to your left looking over your head directly at Peter to your right. You then turned forward, looking to Stiles across the table wide eyed before looking to Peter. His eyes faded, and you could have sworn you saw fear laced in there somewhere, despite his tough facade as he yanked his chair back forward with one foot, and sat down in a huff like a child throwing a tantrum.

Looking back to Scott you saw him let his eyes fade, slowly sitting back down, the epitome of composure. You were about to comment on it when you were cut short by some unintelligible, but most likely evil muttering from Peter, then felt a searing pain on the back of one of your arms. Letting out a cry of pain, the next few seconds were a blur, with Derek leaping across the table like it didn't even exist, and tackling Peter to the floor with a terrifying growl, blue eyes glowing, Peter tried to get back up without success as Derek growled in his face, only to stop as Scott towered over them both, red eyes bright as he let out a terrifying roar, Peter's eyes fading once again in submission, Derek not far behind.