Peter Hale Imagines

Shadow

A soft sigh left Peter as he started walking towards town. A shadowy figure followed after him, stepping lightly as if he couldn't hear the steps, perhaps they had no clue what he was. Or didn't care. Peter knew he was being followed. It wasn't as if it was a very good tail. After a few weeks he could tell his followers wasn't threatening, more curious, like a wolf pup on a full moon. They had found something fascinating and weren't going to let up.

The very first time they had encountered each other their heartbeat had raced, the scent of panic and pure terror hit the air. Each time Peter picked up on their presence it lessened and over time the fear seemed to dwindle.

He decided that this time he would confront them. Ducking into an alleyway he waited for the curious follower to pass by and when they did he swiped at them, tugging them into the alleyway with him. "Who are you?" He asked, looking down on a surprisingly innocent looking human. Or less threatening than he had assumed, innocent might be the wrong word. There was a look of curiosity about her face that Peter knew would have trouble at her heels more often than days in the week.

"What're you?" You asked, staring at his face as if you could see his fangs and claws. Peter has found some amusement in an armoured human trailing behind him but something about your behaviour pulled at a warning that he and Talia had learned as children.

"What do you see?" He asked carefully. A Sly smile played on his lips as he tried to be calm.

"I don't know. Your eyes are different and... your forehead is all. Strange." You lost confidence and it seemed to the predator that a rightful nerve or realisation might be settling over you. "So I know you're not normal... well you don't look human." Just like that a new wave of curiosity and Peter entertained the idea that this was natural selection at it's finest and something, probably him, would end up eating you after an irritating encounter.

When you tried to reach out and touch his face he grabbed at your hand. "You should be careful." He warned, showing his eyes and growling. There was no reaction from you. He had at least hoped you would be somewhat spooked. "You're not even a little scared are you?" He asked curiously. When his phone rang you took the moment to yank your arm from his grip and leave, a loud rumble growl chased you away.

"What is it McCall?" Peter snapped as he answered the phone, watching you walk away.

You didn't think about Peter for a few days. Try as you might you couldn't find a reason for his face to be so... strange. You'd been to the opticians and he said that your sight was more than perfect. Which you pointed out couldn't be.

A rapid knock on your door had you dawdling down the stairs. It wasn't even six yet and you prepaired yourself to yell bloody murder for being woken so early on your day off.

"Hello there." Peter cooed as you opened the door. You could see a group of what looked like teenagers around him, most shared the same strange face as him.

"What... ''what do you want?" You pressed and he smiled in a way that made a cold shiver run down your spin.

"I need to borrow your gift." He said with a firm smile. Glancing around you realised you weren't going to be able to say no to him.