canon au } { post-619: the beast of beacon hills

[kiss_evilgoodbye]

Corrine: [he probably got the sense that someone's been following him for a while. Not that he can hear the footfalls or catch the scent but mostly this feeling that he's being watched and whatever that thing is, it's not good. Even when he tries to check and see what's over his shoulder there's something there, but it's not to be seen. At least, not until she's ready to be, when she pounces out of nowhere, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the nearest alley wall] Hello, lover.

Peter: [yeah, that's not at all comforting because in Beacon Hills, that is never a good sign. Especially after his history there. And what has been happening. However, the stranger pinning him to the wall was the last of his thoughts and while he had the strength to struggle free, he opted not to. Especially since there was something familiar in her face that scratched at the back of his mind, and her words all but confirming who she was] I was wondering how long it would take you to finally show yourself to me. [like he knew she was there all along. Nice and relaxed,]

Corrine: Honestly, I wouldn't have bothered, if you weren't in my way. Or, actually, if your sister was still around, but since she's already dead, guess I'll just have to make due with you.

Peter: Well, you missed my sister by about eight years now. If you have a problem with her, you'd have to take it up with her successor, which is not me. At least not anymore.

Corrine: I don't give a shit about her pack, Peter. I just care about what she did to me. And since part of that was also your fault, you get the blame. [And she will just toss him towards the opposite wall of the alley, hard]

Peter: [ow, that hurt. But nope, not showing his power just yet. He's just going to laugh] Well, I'm pretty sure that process was something we both enjoyed, sweetheart. After all, it does take two to tango.

Corrine: Yeah, well I didn't sign up for a nine month parasite to steal what was rightfully mine. And I would have done something about it, if your sister hadn't gotten in my way. [she strides over with purposeful steps before dropping down and going for the throat again, this time digging her claws in so that she can smell the blood drawn] I'm willing to bet that that was your doing? You spilling the beans and interfering in something that wasn't your choice?

Peter: [his hands will go to her arms, laughing through the pain] I wish I could tell you, but sadly, you know more about what happened in that time than I do.

Corrine: [her head tips to the side, studying him for a moment, before digging the claws in deeper] She took it from you?

Peter: Every single moment right down to your name and face. So you weren't the only one played here.

Corrine: [see that? that does not make her happy. her fingers contract and pull back, ripping through the skin, but not deep enough to actually tear out his throat. not that he wouldn't heal anyway]

Peter: [grunts and he puts one hand to his throat, the other looking up at her and his eyes shine a nice color of blue. She probably doesn't know he has that color now] Do you feel better now... Corrine?

Corrine: [honestly, she doesn't really care. Hers glow blue right back and she snarls] I'll feel better when our daughter is dead.

Peter: [and that is when he is going to move, up and grabbing her, and it's her turn to shove her against the wall hard, claws in her neck] You are not going to touch her. [and that is a warning growl in his voice]

Corrine: [she chuckles softly, one hand slipping behind her back as she keeps his eyes on her] Look at you. You finally found your killer instinct. Too bad it's not enough. [and that's going to follow with the BANG BANG BANG of three shots to the gut]

Peter: [he takes them, wincing, but it's not the first time he's been shot. He's taken a lot worse, after all, and his adrenaline is pumping. He free hand is going to reach for the gun hand, slamming it to the wall in an effort to get her to drop the gun or pin her arm there.] You really think that's going to stop me?

Corrine: I thought it'd hurt more. [so she'll settle for a swift kick to the balls instead]

Peter: [damnit, that will make him grunt, his grip slipping on her gun hand, his hand clenching around her throat more] Really, was that necessary?

Corrine: It is where our little problem originally started. [and now that her gun hand is free she's going to bring it up and cold cock it against the side of his head]

Peter: [and between all the other injuries, and failing his fortitude roll, down he goes and he's out]

Corrine: [and she's going to adjust herself, before taking a few steps forward and preparing to finish this with a headshot when HERE COMES BUFFY. and there is a scuffle and possibly some more gunfire and IDK if you're going to have Peter awake for any of his girlfriend being awesome and badass and sexy but I will gloss/write out as you see fit]

Peter: [he will come around for the end of it when there is gunshots mostly for self preservation but he's got bloodloss now and isn't going to move far]

Buffy: [well Corrine knows better than to try and come out on top with a Slayer so she will bail when given the opportunity and Buffy will immediately go to Peter's side once she's sure he's gone] Peter?

Peter: Please tell me you killed her...

Buffy: Sorry. She's a little wily. [get it? Wile E. Coyote? SHE COULDN'T HELP HERSELF, PUNS ARE HER THING. Especially bad ones]

Peter: [he's just going to groan and try to push himself up. There is a lot of blood between his throat and the three gunshots with the bullets still in him]

Buffy: Easy, easy. I'm gonna call Derek and see if he can help us get you out of here so you don't have to move too much.

Peter: I can make it on my own. [stubborn hurt wolf talk, but he's at least sitting against the brick wall] She’s going after Malia again. We need to warn her.

Buffy: [she nods as she goes to get her phone] I'll text Faith too. [and she'll do that before putting her phone to her ear and ... still calling Derek]

Derek: [currently researching stuff for Scott and just picks up the phone] Hey Buffy.

Buffy: Hey. I need you to come pick me and Peter up.

Derek: Everything ok?

Buffy: Peter ran into his ex and it didn't end well. At least not for him.

Derek: Text me your location and I'll be there soon.

Buffy: Thanks. [and she will do just that]

Peter: I told you not to call him.

Buffy: I didn't ask your opinion.

Peter: [warning growl. still a hurt wolf]

Buffy: [and a warning look right back] You are hurt and I need back up in case she comes back.

Peter: Fine [and he's going to try and dig one of the bullets out with his claws]

Buffy: [winces and goes to try and stop him] Peter.

Peter: I would rather they not heal over with the bullets inside.

Buffy: Can you heal without getting the bullets out?

Peter: Yes, around them. Which I would prefer not to do.

Buffy: [she sighs] Here, let me. My fingers are smaller and therefore more dexterous.

Peter: I have claws. More precise.

Buffy: Which could tear something if you aim wrong, and will make this even messier than it already is.

Peter: I'm not going to aim wrong.

Buffy: [eyebrow raise because do you have a good vantage point as far as your stomach is concerned right now, Peter? Do you?]

Peter: [No, he happens to have the intimate knowledge of how his body feels as his fingers are playing around in there]

Buffy: [THIS IS GROSS PETER, YOU SHOULD LET SOMEONE DO THIS FOR YOU. YOU ARE IN A DIRTY ALLEY]

Peter: [the glaring is getting to annoy him and finally he just looks up at her with that angry I want to bite look] Fine.

Buffy: Thank you. [and she will do her best to clean off her hands on her cloths before reaching forward to try and navigate the bullet holes as carefully as possible, occasionally asking him if she should go up or down since he's probably acutely aware of where they are]

Peter: [yes, between the painful whimpering and wincing and] DAMNIT.

Buffy: Last one! [and three bullets hit the ground] Done!

Peter: [growls and pushes back against the brick wall at that point, going to hold his side]

Derek: [and this will be about the time he shows up] I could feel his pain from two blocks away.

Buffy: He was shot three times and at least took a head shot.

Peter: [looks up at Derek] Desert Wolf.

Derek: Yeah, let's get you out of the alley and somewhere safe.

Buffy: [nods as she goes to slowly help Derek help him up and into the car]

Derek: [and in they will go and he will hop back in the driver's seat] So to the hospital?

Buffy: [will sit in the back seat with Peter] How are you healing? [and be honest with her or she will give you more to heal from]

Peter: Her bullets weren't laced with wolfsbane, so at least there was that.

Buffy: Then I think he'll be okay with home and sleep.

Peter: [grumbles]

Derek: [hesitates...] Actually... is she is out to get you, seeing the players that are coming onto the field, it may be better for you to lay low, Peter.

Peter: I'm not laying low when Malia is in danger.

Buffy: Malia is with Faith and Isaac and Allison and Melissa has her in a mountain ash lined box. She will be fine. You, not so much.

Peter: No.

Buffy: Peter. [huffs] The Desert Wolf isn't the only person we're worried about here.

Peter: I can handle it.

Derek: I don't care. We've got enough to worry about we don't have the resources to watch everyone.

Buffy: Peter. There are two Argents - well, technically three but Allison is preoccupied - one psycho ex-girlfriend, and one massive killer werewolf all who would happily murder you for various reasons. Never mind what running into you might do to Parrish's hellhound-dar that seems to be going into overdrive. Malia will be fine. I'll make sure of it. But you need to lay low.

Peter: [sighs] Good luck finding a place none of them will go.

Derek: I actually have an idea.

Buffy: What'd you have in mind?

Derek: The vault. Not the one under the school, but the other vault.

Buffy: ... That could work.

Peter: I don't like the other vault.

Derek: Yeah, but no one you and I know where it is. [well, Laura and Cora too, but schematics]

Buffy: We will call you with updates.

Peter: [sighs, because he's outnumbers] Please, just make sure Malia is safe.

Buffy: We will. I promise.

Peter: [sighs] Can we stop at the bookstore on the way so I can at least have something to ready while I wait?

Derek: We'll go through the Walmart.

Buffy: You'll need food and stuff too, for after you finish healing.

Derek: Hence Walmart.

Peter: I will just stay in the car. You know what I like.

Derek: You can't live off Peanut butter cups.

Buffy: I will make sure there is lots of protein.

Peter: [sighs]

Derek: [looks at Buffy and just smirks]

Buffy: [pats Peter on the shoulder gently] Stay put. We'll be right back.

Derek: [and off they go into Walmart, leaving Peter in a spot that is right in front of the door and a BRIGHT LIGHT down on the car so that everyone can see it]

Buffy: [and when they return, Buffy will show him all the stuff they got him including piping hot McDonalds and protein bars and ... Reese's cups. Just because he's being a good boy and doing as they say]

Peter: [yeah, now he's hungry and reaching for the McDonald's] Did you happen to get something to help me keep my phone charged?

Buffy: Yep. [and she's going to reach forward to plug it into the lighter]

Peter: [and he will hand his phone over to also charge while the emergency backup device is also charging.]

Buffy: [so much charging happening here]

Peter: [and eating of burgers and fries.]

Buffy: [and Derek will drive them to the vault where they can get him settled comfortably]