#hellbound series

Baeksang award for most annoying character goes to this moron----_-

A Derek Hale Imagine Series (PILOT)

Background:You are an omega wolf or at least that’s what you think you are/special agent who returns to Beacon Hills after being suspended for failing a mission. Beacon Hills is your childhood home and are long-forgotten friends with Derek Hale. You are currently a teacher at Beacon Hills high school, trying to live a normal life until Derek Hale returns (whom you’ve thought was dead long ago) and trouble ensues within the town. And the succeeding events makes it harder for you to control your ‘other’ abilities

CHAPTER 1: Lone Wolf

On a dreadfully early Monday morning where the sun hadn’t risen, you desperately gazed upon a candle lit flame. Hovering your middle finger above the single fire, you focused as the light dimmed and it slowly turned a luminescent blue, melting the wax faster.

Your eyes never left the tiny ball of light as it continued to melt the wax faster than normal. Once all the wax had melted, you released a heavy sigh.

“I’m improving day by day Diablo,” she said to her canine companion lying beside her.

Diablo’s puppy dog eyes looked at you skeptically.

“I know that look.” You sighed. “It takes too much energy trying to control it.”

You stood up, Diablo following you as you took the candleholder and placed it back on the nightstand.

“Come on boy, let’s go for our morning run.” You kneeled down to say as your only friend in the world jumped onto your lap and kissed you.

You loved running across the woods bare foot, feeling the soft earth beneath your soles - it was almost an everyday routine before you went to work. It was the only time you felt yourself, a predator and a werewolf. It was the only time were you felt connected to nature, as a human and as a beast.

You took it upon yourself to always visit the one place you felt safe. Deeper into the forest was once the home of the Hale’s, the people you once called family. But discovering it crumbling after evidences of a fire, you became distraught. Beacon Hills wasn’t the home you used to know and yet you still continued to live.

You arrived before the burnt house. The scent of decaying wood was potent and you suddenly felt the temperature drop harshly. But it was the same when you visited except no spirit had come in contact though you wished there was.

You slowly ascended the porch steps, the wood creaking and the wind howling.

Making contact with the house always gave you a heavy feeling of dread. Looking at it, entering it, there was something dangerous yet solemn within the premises and like a big part of you was missing.

You touched the walls, hoping someone you knew would appear for the first time. You tried to make contact with those that have passed on but the house was dead silent and it broke you realizing they were gone.

For an hour you tried to feel for the presence of others but as the sun began to rise, you decided it was time to leave once more and return home.

You went your daily routine and dressed in your daily mask of Beacon Hills High’s literature teacher.

Your day went as usual except the weather was gloomy with heavy rain fall soon underway. You knew it was perfect weather for you as it dilutes your hellish abilities.

“Ms. (y/surname)!”

You turned around to see Stiles Stilinski and his best friend Scott McCall jogging towards you.

“What is it?” You asked.

“We need your help,” Stiles said.

“With what?”

“School stuff,” Scott said. “You know, private tutoring.”

“You know I don’t do private tutoring,”

“But I need to get good grades,” Stiles insisted.

“You already have good grades.”

Scott and Stiles went silent and exchanged worried glances as if their plan backfired.

“Scott needs the tutoring!” Stiles blurted, startling Scott and you.

You turned to Scott, looking at him skeptically followed by a glare that advised him to tell the truth.

Stiles stared at his best friend, mouthing ‘don’t.’

“What’s that Stiles?” You raised a brow.

“Nothing!” He blurted out again.

You sighed, crossing your arms - “Just tell me the truth. What do you need?”

“Advice on how to ask girls out!” Scott gave in loudly.

“Scott!” Stiles yelled.

“I’m sorry man! It’s damn hard to lie to her!”

“Ah, I see.” You said, nodding amusedly. “I’ll help you but there would be a quiz on Monday so bye bye weekend!”

The boys protested but went defeated as you and them were taken to Stiles house pretending you were going to help them on extra credit.

“Thank you for the tea Sheriff,” You smiled.

“It’s my pleasure,” he said. “The boys are doing great because of you.”

“Oh I only teach them one subject,” you replied bashfully, uncomfortable with compliments.

“You’re too hard on yourself,”

You couldn’t respond because it was true. You didn’t believe you could be good in a way. You were an omega werewolf with magical abilities. You were a predator and chaos incarnate but you tried to shrug off the thought as you heard Stiles stomp down the stairs.

“Ms. (Y/surname), I’ve got it! I’ve got it! I know why Shelley wrote Frankenstein!” He shouted.

“Stiles, lower your voice.” His father scolded calmly.

“Sorry dad.”

“It’s alright sheriff, it’s nice to see him excited because of Literature.” You laughed. “Come on Stiles, has Scott found out too?”

Stiles responded with a laugh, “He has no clue.”

You returned to Stiles room where the three of you spent hours studying which was an actual first for the two boys. You knew Stiles was smart but lazy and Scott was that one student that was a bit slow but tried. Nonetheless you were proud.

When it was already late in the evening, you decided it was time to go. Sheriff Stilinski invited you for dinner but kindly declined as you lied that you had some more stuff to finish before the day ends. In fact, you were going to return to the Hale house to try and speak to the spirits of the supposedly deceased Hales.

When you arrived, you removed your shoes and stepped into the burnt house. Your hands were at the decaying wooden walls, closing your eyes to focus on the negative energy that engulfed the premises.

You recalled when you left Beacon Hills at sixteen to pursue your desire to become a federal agent. You knew what you would be leaving - the Hales, your only family.

You knew them your whole life. Talia Hale was the mother you never knew and didn’t deserve. She was the only who knew what you truly were and now she was gone. Remembering made you heart ache. Everyone else in the family were like your brothers and sisters - Laura, Derek, and Cora. You began to miss them terribly and you sat on one of the steps on the staircase to allow your emotions to echo hauntingly within the hollow walls.

You cries ensued until you hears footsteps come from afar. The sound of autumn leaves crunching made your jerk up.

You wondered who was trespassing at this time of night and cautiously sneaked closer yo the sound, still within the house. You pressed against the wall as the footsteps came into a sudden stop. There was dead silence and you slowly reached out for your weapon hiding within the hem of your pants.

“Who’s there?” A rugged voice called out.

You flinched. Despite your quiet movements, the person managed to sense you and you immediately placed your finger on the trigger.

“You’re not supposed to be here, you’re trespassing on private property.” You warned. “Turn back now or you will be killed.”

“You are trespassing. You shouldn’t be here,” the voice persisted. “Get out.”

“Who are you to say that?” You almost laughed, amazed by the thickness of the persons judgement. “Unless you want a bullet in your head, get the fuck of out here.”

The person laughed, still not moving an inch. Then you caught a strange scent lingering in the air. You focused on the scent and you realized where it belonged - another werewolf.

You cursed in your head. No wonder, you thought and readied yourself.

“Whoever you are, if you want to live get the fuck out of my house.” The werewolf growled.

“Ha! Your house? The Hales are dead idiot, you aren’t fooling anyone.” You continued.

“Dead? Not all of them.”

You froze. At the change of the tone, you realized that the werewolf was serious and you almost started to believe because you wanted to. You lowered your guard as well as the gun by your waist but your finger still on the trigger. But it might just be another omega thinking he’s all high and mighty.

You knew it could be a russ but if that werewolf was a Hale, you weren’t alone any longer. One you thought long dead would be there and would hopefully recognize you. You were conflicted but you had no choice. For the sake of keeping your identity a secret, you had to kill or be killed.

You stepped out the house and aimed.

The figure didn’t flinch and you observed the werewolf donning a threatening glare. He remained stoic, unshaken by the sight of the gun.

You focused on his face and a spark of familiarity made you pause.

“Who are you?” The werewolf demanded an answer.

“Tell me who you are first,” you said. “Or I’ll shoot a silver bullet straight to that head of yours.”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, “Fine. I’m Derek Hale and you are trespassing on private property omega.”

You began to lower your weapon and muttered his name in shock - “Derek?”

A tear escaped as you studied the man whom claimed to be one of the people you held dear. He wasn’t completely different and not the boy you used to know but years had passed and you saw the familiarity. You looked into his eyes and you knew instantly that it was him.

“Oh my god Derek,” you cried, locking your gun and putting it back behind the hem of your pants.

He looked at you confused as you became flustered and soon covered in tears.

“Derek it’s me (y/n),” you said.

His eyes softened and he stared at you in surprise - “(y/n)?”

You nodded, walking up to him to embrace him.

“I thought you were dead,” you sighed, holding on tight as you couldn’t believe he was alive. “Everyone said that everyone died, I was devastated when I returned home to find you all dead.”

He simply muttered your name in disbelief and surrounded you with his arms. And you both remained that way with shock and relief, grateful that one of those that they loved was alive.