Say You'll Haunt Me
A/N: This is my first fic, so please, be brutal and tell me what you think. This is just a little intro, and I'll only continue if you guys want more!
Set roughly a month or more after the season finale.
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They were in the woods, moving with no noise. The smell of fear permeated the air, thick and sweet, calling to the wolves. They trailed the scent closely, following the young woman who had lost her way. The younger wolf growled hungrily as he laid eyes on the girl, could practically see the blood rushing beneath her skin, the beating of her pulse against her throat. The elder glared and bared his fangs to the younger as the girl finally spotted them. There was a moment's hesitation before she took off running as fast as she could, but not fast enough.
Forgetting his annoyance with the younger wolf, the elder took off after their prey, his own blood beginning to rush with the thrill of the hunt. The younger followed his lead, and the two became one, running together as they chased the girl. He was the first to make a move, surging forward and snatching the girl, dragging her to the ground. His claws broke her flesh like it was mere tissue, ripping it and spilling blood onto the forest floor. The younger wolf whimpered, hovering over the older wolf, eager to join in. All it took was a growl for him to join the other, who grabbed the girl's hair and bared her throat for the younger. Emerald green eyes met the blood red pair for the briefest of moments before he looked down and slashed her throat, finishing the kill. It was beautiful; his pale skin illuminated by the burning glow of the moon, making him look ethereal and majestic; his sinewy muscles tensing and stretching under his skin; the blood staining his immaculate skin.
That's when the green turned back into brown, the animalistic rage fading from the young boy's face, returning it to normal. That's when he realized that Stiles Stilinsky had just made his first kill.
Derek started awake, breathing hard and bathed in a cold sweat. He looked around, finding himself not in the woods but inside his room in his dilapidated house, covered by his threadbare sheets, not blood. His breathing calmed as he realized it had been nothing more than a dream, a dream that had been plaguing him since the night he had become the Alpha.
Hearing the roar of a familiar piece-of-crap jeep turning onto the road leading to his house, Derek pulled himself from bed and made his way to the window. Peering out, he stared at the blue speck in the distance as it drew closer to his home, listening to the two familiar heartbeats. As he listened, he honed in on the particular beat and thrum of Stiles' heart, and came to a final decision regarding his dreams:
He needed to make Stiles a part of his pack.
