[For Derek]
Aug. 6th, 2015 04:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theduffIt's not like I'm an idiot, you know.
I may have grown up in the suburbs, but I'm aware of my surroundings all the time, especially during the night. And I have a can of mace on my key chain -- which, yes, I know how to use.
So I'm not completely helpless.
I just thought I could get through the park before the sun went down, but apparently it doesn't even take full nightfall for assholes to come out of the woodwork. There was a small group of other teens on the path in front of me, and I hadn't even lost sight of them around a bend ahead before this guy asks for spare change.
And then when I tell him I don't have any (we're in a digital age, why would I even have any cash?), he pulls up in front of me, trying to make me stop. I try to play nice, say excuse me and try to walk around him, but no. Nooooo, the asshole has to grab my arm and suddenly nice isn't an option anymore and my heart starts racing, my throat closes up, and my hands start to shake.
"Give me your money," he says, and I'm scared as hell, but also? Kind of pissed off. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Just because I'm small and alone, he thinks he can do this? No. Fuck him.
"Get off me!" I'm on the verge of screaming, and I only fumble with my keys briefly before the mace can is in my hand. In one go I somehow break his grip and stumble back, putting space between us, my hand outstretched with the mace pointing at him.
"Get the fuck away from me," I yell, hoping someone can hear me, still moving backward and putting more space between us until I can turn around and run.
Only he's pissed now, and he growls something about me being a bitch and when he starts toward me, his long legs covering more ground than mine can, I push the nozzle down, close my eyes, and spray.
I may have grown up in the suburbs, but I'm aware of my surroundings all the time, especially during the night. And I have a can of mace on my key chain -- which, yes, I know how to use.
So I'm not completely helpless.
I just thought I could get through the park before the sun went down, but apparently it doesn't even take full nightfall for assholes to come out of the woodwork. There was a small group of other teens on the path in front of me, and I hadn't even lost sight of them around a bend ahead before this guy asks for spare change.
And then when I tell him I don't have any (we're in a digital age, why would I even have any cash?), he pulls up in front of me, trying to make me stop. I try to play nice, say excuse me and try to walk around him, but no. Nooooo, the asshole has to grab my arm and suddenly nice isn't an option anymore and my heart starts racing, my throat closes up, and my hands start to shake.
"Give me your money," he says, and I'm scared as hell, but also? Kind of pissed off. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Just because I'm small and alone, he thinks he can do this? No. Fuck him.
"Get off me!" I'm on the verge of screaming, and I only fumble with my keys briefly before the mace can is in my hand. In one go I somehow break his grip and stumble back, putting space between us, my hand outstretched with the mace pointing at him.
"Get the fuck away from me," I yell, hoping someone can hear me, still moving backward and putting more space between us until I can turn around and run.
Only he's pissed now, and he growls something about me being a bitch and when he starts toward me, his long legs covering more ground than mine can, I push the nozzle down, close my eyes, and spray.
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Date: 2015-08-09 06:52 am (UTC)It's weird and it makes me a little uncomfortable, but I'm also freaking fascinated. Who wouldn't be?
"Holy shit dude," I exclaim, eyes wide. "Holy shit."
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Date: 2015-08-09 07:29 am (UTC)"Not an uncommon reaction," Derek says with a smirk, tilting his head as he watches her. Her heart is beating a little faster, but she isn't exactly afraid of him. She's curious more than anything, and that pleases Derek. It's still something that he's getting used to, having people want to learn more about him. Even Scott didn't seem too interested in that, even after becoming a wolf himself.
"I don't just shift on the full moon, and I don't lose control during it either," Derek tells her, reaching over to the side table and grabbing a bag of trail mix. The puff squeaks and happily takes a peanut when Derek holds it out to it, rolling away to eat it.
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Date: 2015-08-11 04:53 am (UTC)Except I'm no longer in the real world, and as much as I want to pretend Darrow is normal, all the random strange events I've read about in the past -- that weird recent snowstorm, and now Derek -- prove it very much isn't.
"So you got all the awesome parts of being a werewolf and none of the shitty parts. Lucky you."
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Date: 2015-08-14 09:03 pm (UTC)"Oh, there are plenty of shitty parts," Derek assures her with a wan smile, looking down at his hand and letting his claws extend. "Maybe not here, so much. But back home."
He doesn't elaborate, but he thinks of the hunters and the rival packs. The vindictive, powerful alphas thirsty for vengeance and more power. "But I like being what I am. It's how I was born. It's what my family was."
Derek realizes how much he's saying and furrows his brow a bit, shrugging before looking over at her again.