Derek has just pulled up to a seemingly empty gas station in his Camaro, stopping at one of the first pumps he comes upon. After he's started filling up his tank with gas, a red SUV pulls in to the pump right beside him. Behind Derek, a silver SUV pulls up and parks perpendicularly to his car, essentially boxing him in. Derek, sensing them before they appeared, looks up and frowns when he sees two Argents get out of the red SUV.
This was Marcus Argent, James Argent and Henry Argent, they are cousins of Chris, all three were former Shadow hunters. They are followers of Gerard Argent and part of Circle, they both still have Circle rune found on the left side of their necks. All though they lost abilities of shadow hunter, they are still capable of seeing past glamor.
Derek is continuing to fill up his tank, trying to act as though he's unbothered, but it's obvious that he's on guard with the Hunters who have just surrounded him. He has Argent in front of him, and two other Hunters leaning against the silver SUV behind him as well. After a moment, he removes the pump from his gas tank and returns it to the holder, closing the lid on his gas tank, which is when Marcus Argent decides to strike up his conversation,"Nice ride!..mutt" he whispers the last part.
Derek glared at him, while Marcus Argent walks toward him, trailing his fingertips across the hood of Derek's Camaro and continues,"You shouldn't have come back here, mutt"
Derek glares at him and replied,"This town doesn't belong to you. Don't try anything, Alexander is here."
Marcus, James and Henry glared at Derek, they were about start a fight, when they hear a bike engine roar and coming towards them.
Sometime before, after the date, Alexander made sure to have a private word with Scott, his tone low and menacing. "Make sure Allison gets home safe," he warned, his eyes cold and unwavering.
Scott swallowed hard and nodded, understanding the unspoken threat.
Once he was satisfied, Alexander climbed onto his BMW R nineT Scrambler, the motorcycle gleaming under the streetlights. He turned to Lydia, a playful grin lighting up his face. "Climb on. I'll drop you home," he said, patting the seat behind him.
Lydia smiled and eagerly hopped onto the back, wrapping her arms around Alexander's waist. With a chuckle, he revved the engine, the powerful roar filling the air. The back tire spun, kicking up a cloud of dust as they sped off into the night.
As they cruised down the road, the cool night air whipping past them, Alexander's attention was caught by a familiar scene at a gas station. He slowed down, noticing Derek in a tense standoff with a group of Argents.
Lydia leaned closer, sensing the shift in his demeanor. "What's going on?"
Alexander sighed, his eyes narrowing. "Nothing, just a group of hunters thinking they own this town."
He drove his bike into the gas station and parked, causing Derek and the Argents to turn in his direction. The tension was palpable as the headlights illuminated the scene, casting long shadows on the ground.
Derek straightened, his eyes locking with Alexander's. While The Argents, where slightly scared and stepped back seeing Alexander Raziel here.
Alexander dismounted, Lydia following suit, her eyes darting nervously between the groups.
Alexander glares at the Argents and said,"It seems, your superiority complex has not gone. Maybe I should tell the council to take stricter actions. You are already walking on thin ice after, your past actions."
The Argents didn't dare look at Alexander, they gulped and said,"No, my lord we apologize for overstepping our boundaries."
Alexander scoffed and said,"Now leave."
All three quickly turns and leave in their respective SUVs. Marcus grits his teeth angrily and slams his fist in wheel and yelled,"When Valentine comes back, you are dead."
Poor fool didn't know, Alexander could hear him and muttered,"Don't worry Valentine that idiot is walking around searching for a fake cup, he will have his due when the time comes."
As Alexander turned to Derek, he noticed a small smile playing on Derek's lips. "Where are you going?" Alexander questioned, his voice steady.
Derek sighed, his expression turning serious. "Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital."
Alexander's brow furrowed. "You're going to question Garrison Myers."
Derek nodded, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and frustration. "I just want to hear it from him."
Alexander sighed, understanding Derek's need for closure. "You already know the answers," he said quietly.
"I know," Derek admitted, "but I need to hear it from him."
With a nod, Alexander turned back to his bike, Lydia close behind him. As they walked, Lydia whispered, "Is Garrison Myers involved in the Hale Mansion fire case?"
Alexander mounted his bike, giving a curt nod. "He's definitely an accomplice. Probably didn't know the full details of the attack."
Alexander inserted the key into the ignition switch located on the right side of the bike, just below the handlebar. Turning the key to the "ON" position, he watched the dashboard light up, displaying the instrument cluster with the speedometer, tachometer, and other indicators.
He pressed the starter button on the right handlebar, holding it until the engine roared to life. The characteristic growl of the BMW R nineT Scrambler's engine filled the air, a deep, throaty rumble resonating from the machine.
Lydia climbed onto the back and hugged Alexander's waist, holding on tightly as he started the engine. The bike's engine growled with a deep, throaty rumble.
As Alexander twisted the throttle, the sound built into a robust, roaring growl. The exhaust note was full-bodied and aggressive, especially as he revved higher.
Alex rode away with Lydia behind him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist as they enjoyed the exhilaration of the night ride.
While Derek visited Garrison Myers, who upon seeing him recognized him and apologized for his part in the fire. he gave two names Reddick, Unger and Levesque before he had heart attack and died.
Derek was angry, but was quickly calm down and escape from the hospital unnoticed by others.