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triskehale) wrote2014-05-01 10:36 pm
triskehale) wrote2014-05-01 10:36 pm
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now you're a restless dream
The first time Derek dreams about her, being here in Darrow, it's bittersweet. He sees her through the crowd, looking around the train station with curious, bright red eyes. Derek's own eyes glow blue in response, and he feels lighter, the burden of alpha removed and given back to the person it was meant for.
Derek runs through the crowd towards her, hand outstretched and reaching for his mother, his alpha, so beautiful and strong. Whole.
The train platform stretches and Derek never gets any closer, but she's smiling at him. He wakes up breathing hard and wiping at his eyes. He sits up, and they glow red where they're reflected in the window. It's the first time in years that he hasn't dreamed of her on fire.
The dream sticks with him for days and he tries his best to shake it. It's impossible, her coming here. Well, it isn't, really. But Derek never expects it to happen.
He goes to sleep, and he has the same dream. Except this time, when he runs to her, the platform doesn't stretch and he comes skidding to a halt in front her like an eager pup. She looks at him indulgently, fondly, and Derek feels lighter than air. He's smiling, and he reaches for her, but her warm, kind eyes suddenly turn cold, fierce.
I know what you did, Derek. She opens her mouth and extends her fangs, snarling at him. Derek takes a reflexive step back and feels sick. You killed them all.
He looks up and the rest of the family is standing behind her, all of them glaring at Derek. Their clothes are scorched. Derek whimpers and takes a step back, chest aching with guilt. He trips over something and lands on his ass, scuttling backwards and away from that accusatory look in her eyes. He deserves it, but it's still so hard to see.
You broke my heart, Derek. Now I'm taking yours. His mother shifts into her wolf form, lips curled back in a snarling growl as she paws at the ground, claws digging into the cement.
"Mom," he whispers, whimpering and baring his neck in submission. She runs for him and Derek screams as she lands on him, pinning him down and getting her teeth around his throat as her claws tear into his chest, ripping through muscle and breaking bone. "Mom, please."
He's screaming in agony even though he knows that he deserves this. He deserves it eleven times over. He screams for his mother, screams for the pain he's feeling, and he's still crying out when her claws rip through his beating heart.
Even then, he can't stop screaming.
Derek runs through the crowd towards her, hand outstretched and reaching for his mother, his alpha, so beautiful and strong. Whole.
The train platform stretches and Derek never gets any closer, but she's smiling at him. He wakes up breathing hard and wiping at his eyes. He sits up, and they glow red where they're reflected in the window. It's the first time in years that he hasn't dreamed of her on fire.
The dream sticks with him for days and he tries his best to shake it. It's impossible, her coming here. Well, it isn't, really. But Derek never expects it to happen.
He goes to sleep, and he has the same dream. Except this time, when he runs to her, the platform doesn't stretch and he comes skidding to a halt in front her like an eager pup. She looks at him indulgently, fondly, and Derek feels lighter than air. He's smiling, and he reaches for her, but her warm, kind eyes suddenly turn cold, fierce.
I know what you did, Derek. She opens her mouth and extends her fangs, snarling at him. Derek takes a reflexive step back and feels sick. You killed them all.
He looks up and the rest of the family is standing behind her, all of them glaring at Derek. Their clothes are scorched. Derek whimpers and takes a step back, chest aching with guilt. He trips over something and lands on his ass, scuttling backwards and away from that accusatory look in her eyes. He deserves it, but it's still so hard to see.
You broke my heart, Derek. Now I'm taking yours. His mother shifts into her wolf form, lips curled back in a snarling growl as she paws at the ground, claws digging into the cement.
"Mom," he whispers, whimpering and baring his neck in submission. She runs for him and Derek screams as she lands on him, pinning him down and getting her teeth around his throat as her claws tear into his chest, ripping through muscle and breaking bone. "Mom, please."
He's screaming in agony even though he knows that he deserves this. He deserves it eleven times over. He screams for his mother, screams for the pain he's feeling, and he's still crying out when her claws rip through his beating heart.
Even then, he can't stop screaming.