#mole digging

He didn't remember much, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and then heavy.... Darkness.

Heavy, tired eyes lifted to see barely anything but darkness, four walls, close,enclosed.... small spaces... FUCKING HATE SMALL SPACES! BUT THANK GOD ISAAC ISN'T HERE! He could smell it, the blood. It wasn't just human blood, he could smell wolf there too, and vampire, in fact, it stank, of everything. Still riddled with pain he pushed his head up, realizing he was knelt on the floor, it felt like a ten ton weight, pounding. What the hell had happened?

Ready to push himself up he tugged at his hand, realizing for the first time they were chained above his he he gave a growl and the clink of heavy metal as he pulled, trying to break free, only annoyed him, his face shifting, a growl growing heavy, loud, feral. Derek tried to remember, what had happened, where he was, who he was.... Jackson!

Dark eyes couldn't see much in the darkness, but he could see the other body slumped beside him, a foot reaching over, kicking at it, inhaling, taking in the familiar scent. "Jackson!" he kicked "Jackson wake up! I swear, you better not be dead." he huffed "There is no way I'm sitting here with your corpse the only company!" he growled, kicking him again and then hear movement, noise from in front, and what sounded like.. above. 

His face returned quickly back to its human form, not knowing what he was dealing with, though from the small space, the chains and that stench, he had a good idea of what to expect and it wasn't fucking Christmas presents and candy! He watched, a crack of light appear at his feet and with it, the dark walls, rust and blood stains down the stone, under him, covering the floor. It was rough, hard... and as the light filtered in more, he realized where he was, the way the light crept in in a long line that seemed to get thicker, the slight elevation of it, and the noise of doors opening.