Nothing Personal [Teen Wolf (TV) Fanfic]

A Fatal Mistake

"Derek," a voice had pulled him out of his subconscious. Derek bolted up, suppressing a wince as his stuff body cried out. "Derek."

"Maddy?" Derek asked as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting but the figure in front of him didn't look anything like her. It looked a lot like… "Dr. Deaton?"

The African-American grinned. "Yes, it's me. You'll be weak for a little bit." And right on cue, Derek stumbled back as he was pulled onto his feet. "Don't worry, you're still an Alpha but not the confident one you like to think of yourself as." He said, shaking his head, dismayed.

"What about Peter?" Derek asked, eyeing the hole.

"I wish I could tell you," Dr. Deaton, "but I can't. I do know that what he did doesn't come without a price. He'll be weak, too, and will rely on someone for strength to do his bidding. He's cunning, Derek, and will do anything he can to worm into your head and eat at your insecurities."

"Maddy," Derek thought out loud, smelling the air. "She was here."

"Maddy?" Dr. Deaton asked, confused.

"Uh, never mind," Derek fixed his mistake.

She was here, he knew it. He knew the smell of her exotic fruit of her shampoo anywhere. His face contorted. Peter needed someone to rely on. He doubted it was him but what about Maddy? She was another Alpha, so it couldn't be another coincidence…another Alpha…another target.

His eyes widened. He had to get to her before Peter did.

Madison was shaken on her drive home. Her fingers tapped incessantly on her wheel and she gnawed nervously on her bottom lip, trying to make sense of things. She could still smell him in car, as if he was still in her passenger seat, and even in the dim lighting of her car, her advanced sight could still see smears of dirt on her fine leather.

"How much have you gotten done? How far are you?" She locked her jaw remembering his disappointed gaze. "If you keep waiting, you'll lose you chance."

His words shook her and she began to reconsider all of her efforts. She didn't want to feel pressured as his methods were more right-now than hers. It was something they had always disagreed on. Peter had always been an impatient man while she had grown more methodical in her process of retribution. It was ironic, thinking back on when they first met in his recovery room. Wasn't it him who preached her to wait? Now here he was, telling her to act fast even if he barely knew what had been accomplished.

She began to realize how relieved she felt after he had died. She had grown fond of her independence and control. Now with him back in the picture, a small amount of resentment burst from within her, warming her chest from the inside. She tugged at her collar as if to release it but the pressure stayed and as each minute passed, she felt like she was about to erupt in flames.

Sweat lined her forehead and began to dampen her collar. She pushed back her hair, greasing it, as her hair parted unevenly,

I need a break to collect to thoughts, she realized, pulling over. Turning off her ignition, she leaned back into her seat in silence, hoping to clear her mind but her attention was called to her left when she swore she saw something move across her window. Her nerves jumped and her eyes shifted to her animalistic nature. Her glowing red eyes burned in the dark as they scanned the woods for anything.

A scrape of metal deafened her ears and she turned her head to her right where she was caught in an intense glare of yellow, reptilian eyes. Her breath was caught in her throat, deep in disbelief until the creature let out a screech and attempted to pull her door out.

Instincts kicked in and Madison lurched to her passenger side, pushing out the door and escaping through the small crack she had provided herself. Immediately she took off running, using her natural talent.