Nightmares, Showers and Credit Cards

Finally, the apartment was fixed and Peter was doing his best to sleep soundly and rest. The man had taken every precaution against another attack by this foolish Hunter. He had spoken to Argent and the man had told him how he told the Hunter about him. Peter was half tempted to rip off his face there, but he digressed. The Hunter told him how he told the boy not to go after him, but the boy did anyway. Peter had told Argent that should the boy ever try a stunt like that again, he’d either bite and turn him, or spray his blood all over his apartment walls. Chris had been mildly unnerved by this declaration but Peter didn’t care. That stupid boy had entered his home, guns blazing, and not only harmed him but one of his neighbors. He could only hope that no one else ended up injured because of his foolishness. Then again, Peter probably wouldn’t lecture him the next time he saw him, he would probably try to rip out his liver and eat it in front of him while he died.

Still, the apartment had been cleaned. His couch had been reupholstered, the windows, table, and floor replaced. He placed various stashes of powered wolfsbane in airtight containers around his house in case he ended up with another wolfsbane related injury. So, the place had returned to normal, Jack’s little play pen had remained undisturbed and so had Peter’s bedroom, for which he was thankful. So, after the final day of getting everything settled and completed, Peter passed out and fell asleep so hard that he hadn’t even had an inkling of someone entering his apartment. Then again, the man had a feeling that if someone came in to assassinate him and succeeded, well, they deserved the kill if he couldn’t hear them. Peter had always assumed his death would come at the hands of a very skilled Hunter or another supernatural creature, one he didn’t know about, or another werewolf.

Of course, it hadn’t been a Hunter who had snuck in, but Kahlee, not to Peter’s knowledge until the next morning when he awoke. Peter groggily sat up, stretching a bit, Kahlee’s scent not alerting him to her presence. At this rate, there were many different scents in his house so hers mixing in didn’t surprise him. So, he pushed himself out of bed and headed to his kitchen to make coffee. On his way, he stopped abruptly since a form on his cough caught his eye. He turned his head and looked down to find the sleeping form of Kahlee on his couch. He raised an eyebrow before he shrugged his shoulders, draping a blanket over her form before he made his way back into the kitchen. He needed coffee…and he needed it before she woke up. On his way, he grabbed a book and after pushing the button to brew his coffee, leaned against the counter, reading it, all the while keeping an ear open for when Kahlee awoke from her pleasant slumber on his couch.

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 515
Notes; Peter's not wearing a shirt so imagine that gif but with him shirtless.

The Beta peacefully read his book, soaking in all of the information that he needed to. He needed to keep a base knowledge of supernatural creatures in the back of his mind at all times for when the pack came to him. His mind wasn’t as sharp as it used to be, he didn’t just…know information anymore. He needed to do some research, a little research that ended up helping the pack in a lot of ways so he didn’t mind. The man was trying to be well, more of a man instead of a monster. He was trying to prove that while he did bad things, they were over and done with. Everyone did bad things, everyone did things they weren’t proud of. Peter was just…higher up on the scale when it came to his regrets and to the horrible things that he had done in the past. He knew it would take a lot more than good deeds, but at least he could put forth the effort to show he was willing to try and be better.

Peter had been keeping his ears alert while he read, both for noise in his home that he wasn’t used to hearing in the morning as well as the noise from the coffee pot that signaled that it was done. He ran a hand across the back of his neck, gently itching a spot next to his spine before his hand returned to the counter that he was leaning forward on, eyes glued to his book as though it had all of his focus, when it merely had half. The coffee finally finished and Peter turned his eyes away from his book and turned, obtaining two mugs from the cabinet. He placed one next to the machine and grabbed the pot, pouring some of it into his mug before he placed the pot back on the hot plate and turned again, his eyes returning to his book, setting his coffee down next to it as it lay open on the counter. Just as he finished a chapter on phoenixes, Peter’s attention was caught by something else.

Standing in the door way with a blanket wrapped around her was a very worried and apologetic Kahlee. He looked over at her, his face blank of emotion as usual. He was clearly still tired, but he had heard her say that she could explain. He sent her a look before he motioned with his head towards the coffee pot, looking back down at his book. He didn’t have the energy right now to really care about why she was in his apartment. He assumed it had something to do with her father, but he digressed. He was just…not awake enough for this, not even a little bit. He’d need at least his cup of coffee in him to get himself fully awake to really pay attention. He didn’t have the energy to fully multitask as he usually did. Right now, his only concerns were this book and someone breaking into his house again. Mental note, install new locks, he thought to himself, remembering how easily Jeremy had broken in to his home.

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 528
Notes; Yummy indeed.

The girl was quiet as Peter’s eyes gazed over the words on the book before him lying on the counter of his kitchen. His coffee was clutched safely in his hands as he inhaled the aroma. His eyes closed briefly after he finished a paragraph. He opened his eyes and sipped at his coffee, eyes still on his book. Peter could hear Kahlee’s heart in her chest as she attempted to think of something to say. Instead of speaking though, and thankfully, the girl moved into the kitchen further and towards the coffee pot that had freshly brewed coffee inside. Peter sipped at his mug once again, eyes continuing to rake over the pages before him, reading more and more, absorbing more information as he did so, strangely enough. Apparently the mere aroma of coffee was enough to wake up his brain, which, he had to admit, was a good thing. He could pretty much hear Kahlee trying to figure out what to explain to him.

A sigh escaped Peter’s lips as he removed his eyes from his book and gazed over at Kahlee. She told him that he couldn’t laugh when he told her. He paused, waiting before she stated that she had a nightmare about her father, saying that he always swore he would destroy everything that she loved, he had chased away her mother and hurt her. She said that in her dream, she saw Beacon Hills on fire and him dying. Again, he thought to himself, but he didn’t say it out loud. He nodded his head. ”What I’m going to say isn’t going to make you feel better…” He sighed. ”Chances are, I’m not going to die from old age, Kahlee. I will die probably sooner rather than later because I’ve pissed off a lot of people…a lot of people. I’m trying to right my wrongs, make things okay but I know I’ve done things that are classified as unforgivable, but for the moment I’m alive. I’m alive, you’re here, and your old man isn’t. Beacon Hills is fine,” he told her. Comforting words were not Peter’s forte…not at all.

Tag; @kahlee
Words; 357
Notes; It happens