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Nov. 6th, 2017 03:25 pmIt doesn't take Derek long to discover the building. He can smell it the second he nears downtown, and he heads straight for with a gnawing horror growing in the pit of his stomach. There's nothing from Beacon Hills left in Darrow except for him, and he doesn't know what to make of a part of his past suddenly being here now.
The building looks as he remembered, run down and nondescript. If passersby notice that there's a giant new building where there wasn't one the day before, they're not letting onto it. This is the warehouse district, anyway. People around here keep their heads down more than usual.
Derek remembers looking at the loft and paying cash for the whole building shortly before he was brought to Darrow. He never even really settled in, but once he reaches the top floor of the building there's a cacophony of scents to tell him that the building was brought from farther along than Derek remembers. There's his own blood, so much of his own blood, and the blood of others. Some familiar, some not. There are faint traces of Peter and Malia and something else that smells vaguely familiar, and Derek's heart clenches when he thinks that it might be Cora.
Awful things happened here. Terrible things. Derek isn't really surprised. It's Beacon Hills, after all.
He spends a while studying the meager contents of the loft, eyes lingering on the bed in the middle of the room. It's luxurious purple bedding looks out of place against everything else, and Derek thinks maybe that was the point. Perhaps he tried to make a small oasis for himself, for however good it did.
There's a very high-tech and expensive alarm system set up that seems to still be functional and Derek punches in the code without thinking much about it, because he knows what he would have made it. Laura's birthday.
He isn't sure why the city chose to give him this place now, or what it's trying to accomplish. It's a vault of terrible things that Derek can't even remember, but it's also a reminder of how far he's come. Not so long ago, he was ready to call this cold and empty place home. Now he can't even imagine living here.
The large glass windows do give a pretty good view of the city, and Derek spends some time thinking to himself as he stares out of them. An idea starts to form, and he smiles to himself.
Live here? Not a chance. But that doesn't mean that it can't serve a purpose.
He doesn't tell Barry, instead keeping the building a secret until the evening of Barry's birthday, where after a very nice meal, Derek suggests that they take a walk. He can feel Barry shooting suspicious glances his way as they approach the warehouse district, but he ignores them.
"Decent steak, right?" Derek says, fiddling with the key in his pocket as they walk. "I thought it was good."
The building looks as he remembered, run down and nondescript. If passersby notice that there's a giant new building where there wasn't one the day before, they're not letting onto it. This is the warehouse district, anyway. People around here keep their heads down more than usual.
Derek remembers looking at the loft and paying cash for the whole building shortly before he was brought to Darrow. He never even really settled in, but once he reaches the top floor of the building there's a cacophony of scents to tell him that the building was brought from farther along than Derek remembers. There's his own blood, so much of his own blood, and the blood of others. Some familiar, some not. There are faint traces of Peter and Malia and something else that smells vaguely familiar, and Derek's heart clenches when he thinks that it might be Cora.
Awful things happened here. Terrible things. Derek isn't really surprised. It's Beacon Hills, after all.
He spends a while studying the meager contents of the loft, eyes lingering on the bed in the middle of the room. It's luxurious purple bedding looks out of place against everything else, and Derek thinks maybe that was the point. Perhaps he tried to make a small oasis for himself, for however good it did.
There's a very high-tech and expensive alarm system set up that seems to still be functional and Derek punches in the code without thinking much about it, because he knows what he would have made it. Laura's birthday.
He isn't sure why the city chose to give him this place now, or what it's trying to accomplish. It's a vault of terrible things that Derek can't even remember, but it's also a reminder of how far he's come. Not so long ago, he was ready to call this cold and empty place home. Now he can't even imagine living here.
The large glass windows do give a pretty good view of the city, and Derek spends some time thinking to himself as he stares out of them. An idea starts to form, and he smiles to himself.
Live here? Not a chance. But that doesn't mean that it can't serve a purpose.
He doesn't tell Barry, instead keeping the building a secret until the evening of Barry's birthday, where after a very nice meal, Derek suggests that they take a walk. He can feel Barry shooting suspicious glances his way as they approach the warehouse district, but he ignores them.
"Decent steak, right?" Derek says, fiddling with the key in his pocket as they walk. "I thought it was good."
