The Salvatore Wolf

Hell's Bells

Tennessee

"Please tell me that you're at least being careful Derek." Damon Salvatore was an enormous mother hen to the man who was practically his own son. Derek Salvatore sighed upon hearing the worry coming from the other end of the phone. Knowing that it was well intended he let the statement slide because he knew that his father was just worried about him, and it was well-founded.

"Dad, I'm being safe don't worry. I'm keeping well ahead of the two terror twins. The fact that these wolf packs are not hiding in less obvious places such as the woods makes me ashamed. Luckily I'm not the same breed as these guys so I have an upper hand." Derek was pulling into the parking lot of a bar which was where the two girls from earlier had said that Ray frequented. First, he would find Ray and then he would locate the wolf pack so that he could warn them of the impending terror twins.

"Look I'm not saying that you're not being safe. It's just that both Klaus and Stefan have been pretty much right on your tail. You just need to pick up the pace so that they don't end up catching up to you." Derek smiled as he turned off the Camaro, the fact was that if it had not been for Damon then he would have been probably cast off as an omega by his own family, they had still visited him sure but Damon was his real family. The bad part about his biological family's choice was that Derek hadn't known what to feel when they died because he had grown up being raised by a vampire. Because he had felt close to them but it hadn't hurt him as much as if Damon or even Stefan to an extent had died.

"I'll be careful I promise. I just have to talk to this Ray guy and then I'll be headed to the very next wolf pack. Besides the last I heard was that Klaus and Stefan were located a good few states away from me." Damon scoffed over the phone at what Derek had just said, there was no doubt that Derek had been raised by him. The fact made him proud but there was also the worry because Derek even though he was not the same type of werewolf that Lockmutt was he was still just a werewolf and could be killed by a broken neck.

"Keep me updated." With this the phone call was over and Derek laughed quietly to himself knowing that the last comment had been the closest thing to I love you that Damon was going to give. Immediately after climbing out of the car Derek was hit with the smell of alcohol, urine, and sex, the first was not that bad but the other two was somewhat unpleasant. "Well, here goes nothing."

Derek looked around the bar upon entering and upon not noticing anyone who could possibly fit the description of Ray, or the scent which the girls had allowed him to get off one of Ray's shirts Derek walked up to the bar. Asking for a whiskey he waited for the barman to return and after swallowing the alcohol and letting it burn on the way down his throat he looked to the man. "Do you know where a man called Ray could be?" The alarm which appeared in the man's eyes made it easily evident that he obviously knew where the man was. Looking around quickly so that he could check if anyone was looking he quickly grabbed the arm of the man who was about finished typing in something on his phone. Derek quickly got the man's attention before the fear and panic which he was expressing became evident to everyone in the bar.

"Hey, look. Don't freak out. Look at me." The man upon looking at Derek's face instantly calmed down upon seeing the momentary flash of cobalt blue eyes which Derek flashed his way. "I'm here to help don't worry. I just need to know exactly where the pack is." After the man nodded Derek let go of the man's arm, knowing that he would not be making any panicked decisions.

"Ray's at work right now because he always comes by here after work. I don't have his number, so I can't get you to him. I only know that his name is Ray because I'm the one who serves him his whiskey." Derek rolled his eyes upon hearing the bartender talk, this had basically been a waste of a trip. As soon as Derek started to walk away though the bartender called him back over to the bar, and the glare that Derek sent the man's way made the man quickly get to the point.