Howling at the Moon

Chapter 22- Face of Death

Hey here's the chapter as promised. No worries, I'm working on writing quite a bit more tomorrow so we'll see about another chapter either tomorrow night or the day after. Thanks for sticking with me and please don't forget to comment anything :) 

       The only thing I could hear was the sound of my panicked heart-beats and his breath on my face. I felt the silk fabric of Lydia's torn dress and grass under my hands. Her body was covered in blood but I couldn't tell where the wounds were. She lay unconscious, not knowing her attacker. Thoughts pieced together in and out of my mind like a needle. Fear, confusion, and anger hit my body like bricks. 

Peter Hale. 

Peter Hale is the Alpha. 

Peter Hale bit Scott. 

He killed the janitor, the bus-driver...Derek. He terrorized my sister. 

Goosebumps raced across my skin. I raised my eyes to meet Peter's and saw two blood-red orbs staring amused back at me. He no longer was the man I saw in a wheelchair with Derek many weeks ago. He had attractive features and his skin was smooth, no longer peeling and red from the flames that destroyed his face many years ago. His mouth was covered with blood and his stance was ready to attack. I was on all knees and covering Lydia's body and Stiles' was right behind me. I opened my mouth and said the only thing that came to my mind. 

"You bastard," I said through clenched teeth.

Anger beat at my chest. It made my blood race and I dug my nails into the cold, wet earth. A voice in my head was screaming at me to fling myself at him. I longed to feel his blood under my hands. I wanted to see his flesh ripped from his bones. I wanted to make him scream in pain. I wanted him dead. Peter laughed. A cold, evil laugh that shook my bones and made me feel numb all over. I could feel Stiles' shaking hand pulling my dress back but I shrugged him off. 

"My darling Gage, what a pleasure it is," said Peter. His voice was thick with arrogance, amusement, and sarcasm, "Derek was right, you do have beautiful, brown eyes." 

He raised his hands towards my cheek and I could see an outline of his four-inch, razor sharp claws. In that moment I did something both very stupid and very dangerous. I grabbed his wrist and heard a roar of anger and all of a sudden I was in the air and falling. I hit the ground hard and stars erupted in my vision. I shook my head, ignored the jolting pain in my body and head and sat up only to face Peter. His hands closed around my throat and I could feel his claws slightly cutting into my neck. 

"Gage!" screamed Stiles. 

Suddenly Peter pulled me up by my throat and forced me on my feet. His hands were still wrapped around my throat. 

"Now Stiles, you have two options," said Peter in an terrifying voice, "Pick one, and pick one quickly or I will kill you." 

Stiles was on the ground looking from me too Lydia. He had her head in his arms. 

"Your first choice is that you can take Lydia and get her medical attention. She seems to have hit her head pretty hard," said Peter maliciously. 

"Let Gage go," said Stiles in a trembling voice, "Please...you don't need her." 

"Ah but you see Stiles, Gage is everything too me," said Peter. He pressed his face against my loose hair and inhaled deeply, "She's going to be a very good omega...if she doesn't die first."  

"No!" shouted Stiles. He made a movement towards me but Peter was there in a flash. He grabbed Stiles' neck and his teeth elongated and his skin was turning darker and more beast-like. 

"Your second choice Stiles...is that I kill all of you," said Peter said. Stiles struggled against Peter and finally gave in. 

"Stiles, go," I said straining to stay balance, "I'll be fine." 

"Listen to her Stiles," said Peter, grinning evilly. 

"Gage," he whispered, tears creasing his eyes. 

"Go!" I said urgently, "It'll be okay." 

Peter let go of Stiles and he hesitantly picked up Lydia and backed up off the field looking from me to Peter. 

He looked at me and I nodded at him. He raced off the field until he turned a corner and disappeared from sight. 

I turned and looked to Peter. He threw a pair of keys at me and I caught them. I turned them over in my hands and saw that they belonged to Stiles' jeep. I looked back up at him angrily. 

"What do you want from me?" I said angrily, glaring at him. 

"My my, such anger for a teenager," laughed Peter sarcastically. 

"What.Do.You.Want," I repeated. Peter stopped laughing at once. 

"Now I guess we'll see won't we?" said Peter walking towards the parking lot, "You're driving." 

I stood my ground. You can't trust him, Gage, he's a sociopath. He'll get what he wants, and then he'll kill you, I told myself. 

"Gage, we don't have all night," said Peter's retreating figure, "Derek's waiting for you." 

I froze. Impossible. 

"You liar," I shouted, "You killed him." 

"Yes my nephew is alive... but most likely not well," said Peter as he walked backwards. He shrugged, "if you want to help him you're going to have to help me first." 

I clenched the keys in my hand so hard that they pierced my skin. 

"I'll take that as a yes," smirked Peter. He turned around and moved towards the line of cars. 

For the first time in my life I didn't fight. I took a deep breath and followed Peter towards Stiles' miserable old, blue Jeep.

A voice in the back of my mind screamed "Death Death Death!" 

Climbing into the driver's seat of the Jeep I looked out into the night sky. Stars streaked the beautiful blue-purple sky and nothing appeared as if terrible things were going to happen. But that was Beacon Hills, wasn't it? 

Peter gave me instructions and I drove down the road not knowing if this would be the last time I would ever look at the night sky again. 

Boom. Done Early. Comments below please? I love you guys. Also posted a picture of Peter somewhere >>>> 

-G