Violet light. It swallowed up the Beasts vision, ate away at the tough black fur covering its greying stone-like skin and superheated its stolen armor.
The magical blast was powerful, ripping gashes down its arms and legs with deadly ease. But the Beast had already started its hunt. The drive to reach the end— to bring about the end of another. It made the blast feel like nothing.
In a flash, it's massive armor clad frame was bursting through the wall of violent torrents and flame as it slammed into the female Hunter. It could feel her sternum crack beneath her armor from the impact of its massive shoulder.
Following the crunch, she screamed and flew off her feet, slamming into a nearby wall at the end of the hallway.
The Beast followed, kicking her back down as she tried to get up with a clawed hybrid foot only to lift her back up and slam her once more. Like a cat playing with its food. Only the Beast wasn't playing. As it caught glimpses of the pelted leonine creature strapped to the Hunters shoulder, it found the word avenging to be more fitting than playing.
That's what all this was. And vengeance was best at its conclusion.
The Beast ended its assault, standing over the armored Hunter in relative silence. Breaths ragged— guttural and growling with intensity. The light of the moon that crept in from the busted hallway of windows behind them cast shadows over its hulking frame and made it look even larger to the Hunter.
Shadows. They wrapped the Beast like a cloak, but it's eyes remained as bright as always.
"You think you sca—" The Hunters English accented words were cut short as the Beast reached down with a blood soaked hand and lifted her by the throat.
With all her armor, weapons and muscle, she had to be over three hundred pounds— and not a groan of effort escaped the beasts mouth.
The Beast pinned her to the wall, watching, studying, relishing in the moment. It knew she did the same. Studying.
To any Hunter similar to the one it faced, it must've been an absolute horror. Fully Synthesized— rare in this side of the world. Clad in the armor of their preference— like a sick joke thats come to bite them in the ass. And sentient enough to know their tricks— their rankings…..what the markings on their armor and singed skin meant. It knew their magic, the pacts they formed, the amount of genocide they've worked to bring across the world for centuries.
A never ending war. The Monster and the Hunter. To put it simply. But the Monster comes in many forms— as does the Hunter.
What the Beast held in its pawed hand now was the worst kind of "Hunter". One known for expertly slaying the sort of Beasts most couldn't. The sort that sat on her shoulder, disrespected in death….made into a sort of trophy. An accessory….as if it didn't roam the earth once under the sun as the most beautiful of Shifters.
The Beast growled.
"What?…..s-see your cousin?" The Hunter chided, trying to tempt it into hurrying the process as she fought against the iron grip.
Hunters. The Beast hated Hunters. The Beast knew about them all. Born and bred wherever the Monster made any mistake— any appearance. Like an equalizing force that was inescapable. Some stood as a defense to the innocent. Some had a code— hunting those that hunted them.
Others were angry— much like the beast. They'd lost it all at the hands of the Moon. And in turn, they'd gone wild— forming warbands and careless hunting parties. A brotherhood founded on revenge and anger.
And then there were the remnants. The ones who'd found the worst kind of Monster— and as a result, they'd become the worst kind of Hunter. Founded on the principle of pure genocide by any means. No code, no limits. Some even going as far as making themselves their own kind of Monster through the unholiest of means.
That was what the Beast held in his hands— that was what the Beast had been hunting since it's inception. A cabal of killers that had strayed so far from the Hunters path, they were scarcely ever called Hunters anymore.
They held a different title. One that was much more fitting.
The Beast growled louder, shaking the walls it held the armor clad woman too.
It could smell her fear.
It's grip tightened.
It knew what she was, it's favorite meal. The Beast removed its knights helm and did something few fully synthesized shifters ever did. It spoke.
"WAAaarrLOcK!"
The armored woman screamed in her bass heavy voice. "NOOOOO—"
Her words were cut short due to her throat being removed and the spray of gunfire she unleashed on the Beasts stomach last second before her death.
Blood splattered across the wall like spilled paint, flinging from the Beasts curled claws and fingers. The weapon fell. As did she, decapitated and lifeless.
The Beast stood in the moonlight, holding the Warlocks head in its massive hand. With its mask still removed, it brought the head to its face and opened its jaws, taking a massive bite out of its head. Crushing through bone and brain with zero effort.
The Beast shivered as it forced down the putrid and magically tainted flesh. Revenge wasn't pretty. Not much was anyway.
And with that. It was all over.
The Beast turned away from the Warlock, replacing the the knights helm and spitting out a mouthful of blood as it headed out of the building. Effortlessly pulling its spear from the throat of the Hunter in fake police-garb without looking. The body fell from the wall it was pinned to in a lifeless heap.
With its weapon sheathed and body heavily damaged, it needed to leave. To recover. Something it realized as it looked behind itself to find a trail of its blood running down the hallway.
The Beast growled and looked down at itself. Holes and slash marks covered it's armor, leaking blood heavily from its stomach and chest.
"…..BiTcH.."
Suddenly a wave of exhaustion hit the Beast. One look outside and it could see the Moon setting in the wake of the beautiful and bright sun. Morning was coming. Even if it couldn't be seen. The night was almost over.
The Beast moved. Partially interrupted by the movement of another.
It froze in the hallway. The open window only a pounce away. The wild beyond not much further ahead.
The groans came again. It turned, back the way the Hunter and Warlock came. And there she was, milky white skin beaming against the fading moonlight. Black leathers dirtied—tight against her frail feminine frame. Brown coils of hair spilled across the floor like a pack of snakes.
She reeked of them.
The Beasts eyes burned once more. It's claws extended, muscles bubbling in spite of the rampant blood loss and burn damage.
It pounced, soaring down the hallway in a black blur.
The Beast landed over her in less than a second. Claws inches from her face that seemed so unblemished it almost looked like porcelain.
Another groan escaped her pink lips as she shifted uncomfortably and raised her hand, trying to block out the moons brightness with a single thin fingered hand.
The beast froze. Her hand. Frail— but tough. Hardened and calloused. Her fingers rubbed raw— red and scabbed. Telltale signs of a bowmen.
The Hunter…..the Hunter was shot by a bow…..
The Beasts claws sunk back into its massive grey fingers.
Maybe it had removed all threats. Aside from two. Two shifters. It could smell them. Coming closer.
The Beast moved quickly, picking her up. She was as light as a feather, bathed in the moonlight like a sleeping maiden straight from fairytales.
The Beast began moving toward the others. Soundlessly, harmlessly. Well, as harmless as it could manage. Which wasn't really harmless at all.
***
Derek silently walked through the building, senses ablaze, heart thrumming against his chest like a radio on full volume. Each beat reminding him that whatever caused this discomfort was still alive and still present.
He could smell it. Smell the blood and burn of its flesh. It was hurt…..but it wasn't running.
"A-is it gone? I cant smell it—" Isaac muttered as sweat dripped from his lips and down his neck. Exhaustion always took hold of a shifter on their first shift.
"Quiet." Derek commanded, keeping Isaac close behind him as his blood red eyes scanned the dark hallways of cells and police officer lodgings ahead.
Silence followed for the time being.
Until it didn't.
"H-how….."
Derek rolled his eyes, "Didn't I just tell you to be quiet?"
"I'm sorry…..I just thought new WereWolves couldn't stop the change on Full Moons." Isaac whispered as they headed down another short hallway.
"They can't" Derek stated flatly.
"Then how did you make me change back? I mean I remember feeling the Moons pull— it was…it was unreal. And then I don't remember anything excep—"
Derek turned and aimed his eyes at Isaac, waiting for Isaac to look up at him only to immediately look away and shrink into himself like a scolded child.
"You want to know why I can control your shift?"
Isaac said nothing, looking past him.
"It's because I'm the alpha."
Isaac still said nothing, continuing to look past him.
Derek suddenly felt like Isaac wasn't listening. He also felt like the air conditioning just kicked in inside the police station. He was never cold.
Isaac suddenly seemed to be perspiring harder than before as he shakily raised a finger, pointing behind Derek. "W...What the fuck is that."
Derek suddenly understood why it felt so frigid. Why his body had fully transformed itself without his permission.
He spun around, keeping Isaac hidden behind him as he faced the Beast standing a mere dozen feet down the hallway.
It was massive. Not only tall, but wide enough to seemingly swallow up the entire hallway. And it's armor— it resembled that of the new Hunters in town that accompanied the Argents. But different….broken…beaten made into its own. Twisted.
But none of that mattered. Not with who it carried in its arms.
"Alison…" He growled.
The Beast stayed silent, unmoving with its bright blue eyes trained on him. It shouldn't have been holding his gaze….
He'd fix that and get Alison back so Scott didn't turn the entirety of Beacon Hills into a murder scene.
He flexed his claws, puffing out his chest as he pressed onward and let out a bloodcurdling roar. His Alpha spark ignited and empowered the sound, turning it into a physical assault meant to smash the resolve of anything below him. Anything that wasn't alpha.
Isaac watched as The Beast remained. Unfazed. Still holding Alison's unconscious body.
"Not possible…." He whispered. Not from the lack of reaction, but from what followed that had Derek….an Alpha Werewolf, stepping backward from the Beast.
It happened so quickly. Just a flash of something more in the Beasts eyes. And then it was gone, and everything was shaken.
Even Derek was sweating.
Before the assault they assumed was coming could happen, the Beast placed Alison on the floor and leapt, bursting through the ceiling with its explosive leap and disappearing into the ending night…..
The three remaining ran over to look up into the hole burst into the ceiling. The Moon peeked in from above, adorned by the glimmering stars brightened by the rising sun.
"What the hell was that…..how…?" Isaac started.
"That was The Blue Eyed Beast….." Derek said.
"And it didn't kill us? Doesn't it kill everyone."
Derek shook his head, "Stiles said something earlier that's making me think there's more to it than that...much more to it."
Sirens rang out in the distance. Uncaring of the Full Moon and what it brought.
"Let's go. We need to check on the others." Derek said.
And then, they too were off into the night. But before they left, Derek took note of the overwhelming scent of blood.
"It was injured….and still…."