One Of A Kind

Chapter 4: Queasy

"Hi, Sherrif Stilinski?" A voice spoke. 

"That's right." My dad replied. Instantly, both me and Derek were craning our heads to try and get a look at the man.

"Sorry to disrupt your evening, but I'm afraid something urgent has come up, and I'm going to need Derek back home." 

At the sound of his name, Derek stood, walking towards the door, and I quickly followed behind.

"Uncle Peter? What's going on?" Derek asked, growing anxious. 

"I'm afraid I can't discuss it now, nephew. Come on, we need to leave now." Peter seemed calm, but clearly wanted Derek back home. 

Derek gave a nod, frowning. 

"Okay." Derek nodded, stepping forward. "Sherrif Stilinski, sorry I had to miss dinner. It was nice to meet you."

"No bother, we'll catch you next time Derek." John gave a soft smile, unease still in his eyes. 

Derek covered up his anxiety with a smile and joined Peter. It convinced John, but not me.

He gave me a soft wave, before ducking into his sleek camero. Evidently my dad didn't notice Peter's car wasn't in the driveway, some sheriff he was. This whole thing reeked of wrong. 

"Hm, that was weird." John shrugged. He was ready to brush it off.

I suddenly felt very queasy. How convenient that only after a few minutes of me confessing to Derek who I was, his uncle arrived and said he needed him urgently.

"Hey dad, I'm not feeling to hungry, think I'm actually going to head upstairs and crash."

"What the hell am I supposed to do with three pizzas?" John said, throwing his hands in the air.

"Consider it a cheat day." I mustered a smile, heading upstairs before he could say anything else.

I ran into my room, shutting the door. I started to breathe heavily, my mind running through all the possibilities quickly. I ran a hand through my hair and began to pace. 

It was just a coincidence, it had to be. There was no way that Derek would have been able to tell anyone that fast. . . unless Peter was there listening the whole time.

No. That's impossible, I would have known, would have sensed it. . . right?

Even as I tried to comfort myself, I still was feeling frazzled. There could be hunters headed my way this very minute. My dad could be in danger. Fuck.

I didn't know what to do, so I just kept pacing, hands in my hair and eyes closed. Even worse, I didn't even have Derek's number to text and see if everything was okay, to ask him why he had to go home so urgently. To beg him again to keep my secret, if it wasn't already out. 

I needed to get out of here, this room was too small, everything was closing in. I needed to find out what was going on. I had to know. 

I felt a shift in the atmosphere, the air suddenly going cold and my ears ringing. I opened my eyes and cursed. 

Son of a bitch. I teleported. Of course I did, because pretty much anytime I used my powers, they were unwanted, triggered by something bad happening. More than anything, who I was was an inconvenience. 

I ended up in the woods and sighed. I was still in Beacon Hills, at least. I chose a random direction, what I assumed was south, and started walking. I wasn't sure what part of the woods I was in, but the scenery was vaguely familiar. Not too far from home then.