Finding her Light

Hello, this is my first story in about 5 years. I have been completely mesmerised by Derek and Lydia even though it's a crack ship. Anyways this is directly about Derek and Lydia so enjoy and review if you have the time. I loved to know what you think.

Chapter One: Her Darkness

It was like she was drowning, suffocating, desperate for air but able to escape from the darkness that was consuming her. The darkness enveloping her soul all she could see were two red piercing eyes glaring into her. Through the darkness there was no escape no light to save her.

She was never going to be alone, she never felt alone anymore. She could be surrounded by a thousand people or none at all. He was always going to be there, even when he wasn't really there she would always feel like he was.

It was a dark night she finally felt herself falling to sleep which was rare in between the fear consuming nightmares and the nightmare that was her real life now sleep didn't come easier to herself. Her mother still left her leftover pills to help her sleep but there was always the fear that if she did fall into a deep sleep that she couldn't protect her even if she did have the strength to. It was when her eyes began to droop when she heard it, the deep lurid howl that shook the air around her. Lydia flew up from her bed a common occurrence for herself; it seemed that fate never let her have a good night sleep.

There was something about the howl it sent shivers down her spine. To her ears it was a cruel, dark, unkind growl, in the back of her mind she had hoped it was one of the other Scott or Derek or even Isaac but she knew deep down that it wasn't. It didn't matter how bad she wished it was she knew it was him.

She slowly treaded towards her window she through her window, she felt that her heart was stuck in her throat. There was nothing, nothing on the decking, in her flower garden or even by her pool. It looked like there was nothing out there it, she didn't know if that was in her head or if it was real but she could swear for even a second she saw two red eyes staring through the trees.

It was like a switch that went off, she could not control her just like all those months ago when she had unknowingly resurrected the current bane of her existence. She walked down the same path through the tangle of trees. She found herself at the broken down residence of the Hales. It looked so different from the last time she was here she could feel the grief and fear consume her from just a look at the house.

When Lydia was younger she remembered the Hale residence appearance it was formally one of the most beautiful houses on the block. When she was younger she could remember seeing young Derek and his Sister Laura playing in the front yard. That was before all the ugliness of their lives, before Derek had that scowl permanently screwed onto his face. However in retrospect if it had been revered Lydia didn't blame him after everything he had been through.

As she moved closer to the burnt house looking up at the broken windows, the door that had a symbol painted in the centre, Lydia tried to remember what Stiles had been telling her about the new Alpha pack but she already had a lot on her mind. The complete dead silence consumed her every step she made into the house, the door creaked over to the once grand stair case in the middle of the home. She moved closer in the centre off the room with every step she sensed fear and pain devour her.

Lydia groaned in pain, she now could feel the dirt of the ground scrap into her feet. The harsh feel of the dead leaves and bark under her feet, this was the first time she realised she didn't even put on shoes. She could feel the shallow cuts on her feet begin to bleed and seep into the hardwood beneath her feet. Lydia moved into what used to be the family room, the walls were broken down, the smell of ashes inhaled into her lungs. There in the ruins of the Hale home below the broken hard wood floors was the open grave of the once dead Peter Hale, it was a reminder for her that he was still there. Peter Hale was still there and he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

Lydia stood still looking down at the shallow grave; she could feel the breeze of the cold air breeze across her body blowing her strawberry blond hair around her. She closed her eyes thinking about the last time she had seen Peter Hale.

It was a couple nights after Jackson had turned from being the Kamina into the newest werewolf at Beacons Hill, he had given her the brush off and high tailed all the way to London. An American werewolf in London, like that would go well. She had been coming home late from Allison's house trying to console Allison who had troubles of her own. He had been there following her like she knew he was. He just stood there watching her; it was like she was paralysed. He moved closer to her she knew he could feel her fear as he smiled psychotically at her. He moved his hand closer to her face; she flinched at the feel of his sharp claws on her cheek touching strands of her hair. He moved closer, her eyes closed unconsciously closing. She could feel his hot breath on her ear, she felt like she was going to be sick. It was only ten little words that he whispered in her ear, the words that would keep her awake and scared for the following months.

'I am not done with you yet, my beautiful girl' He whispered, as she opened her eyes all she could see was darkness, he was gone but still there. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Those words would keep her awake and in fear. She looked down at the hollow hole in the floor. She shuttered at the cold feeling that surrounded her, she wished that she could go back months ago where she was unaware of anything where at least in her own mind she was safe.

The air changed around her, it was a feeling that she had yet to become used to. She had only become aware of that feeling a handful of times and she didn't know what to make of that feeling. She felt the heat of another body behind her and the feeling he brought whenever he was around. She didn't even need to turn to know it was the new Alpha by her side, Derek Hale.

'Lydia' His voice was rough and deep, it sent shivers down her spine, but it was a completely different sensation she got than from his psychotic uncle.

'Do you know what he is planning?' She whispered her voice dry and raspy. There was no point; she needed to know if he knew what the point about beating around the bush was. She was used to getting what she wanted, even if she was terrified, he somehow made her feel normal.

He hesitated, 'No' he muttered, He was definitely a man of many words Lydia thought. She sighed; at this rate whatever Peter wanted was going to stay a secret until he decided it was time. She shivered again as she felt the cold breeze through the broken holes in the wall. He should really board this place up. On second thought who would steal anything from here.

It was at that thought she felt sudden warmth surround her, looking down Derek had covered his leather jacket over her small frame, she was practically drowning in it. She nestled further into the jacket the smell of leather, and a deep musky sent of the woods filled her senses. She felt at ease, she held it close to her body like a security blanket. She turned to face him, giving him a small smile of appreciation. It didn't matter how safe he made her feel, she still felt an inch of unease around the tall strong man. I mean he guy nearly killed her at one stage, but looking at the man in front of her it wasn't the angry Alpha she had seen in front of all the others. He was just Derek; the man not the wolf.

Derek watched the young girl in front of him, here in front of him was the girl that had his head spinning. It was only a couple of months ago when he realized that every time she was around the hair on his neck tremble. Everything he seemed to think about this girl seemed to do a 180°. He thought she was a little rich girl too much time on her hands that found she in the wrong time and place. But now he could see his uncle's fascination apart from the mystery of her immunity and though she is young she was absolutely beautiful.

Ever since she had come up to him and blew wolf's bane in his face he found himself entranced by her, no one in a long time had got the jump on him. He felt a rush of guilt at the thought of her fear that was created by his wretched uncle; he could see the circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep. The pain she felt and would continue feeling because of the actions of his own blood.

She was everything opposite than what he thought she was, in the end she was just like him. He looked at her buried in his jacket, the look of her wearing his jacket send a rush through his body. There she stood barefoot in his nightie with her hair in disarray; he thinks he's never seen a more lovely sight. He took a step back and ushered her to the door. She looked at him confused at his actions.

'Come, I'm not going to make you walk home. Ill drive you home' She quirked an eyebrow at him, no words needed, She definitely had spark he thought. They moved towards the infamous black Camaro, as he opened the door for her she couldn't hide a smile of surprise. She didn't think he was that kind of guy, he seemed to be full of surprises.

'I'm not the monster you all seemed to think I am' He muttered, unnerved that she seemed so shocked that he would open a damn door for her. His mother and sister at a young age always used to enforce the importance of being a gentleman, opening the door for a woman was pretty much basic instinct now. She moved closer to the opened door of the car, and looked up at him there bodies were nearly touching and nearly driving him crazy. Lydia moved closer the scent of cherries and roses filled his senses, her voice was raspy and sweet.

'I never thought of you as a monster' and with that he got into his warm car. The drive home was quiet nothing but quick glances at each other when the other was not looking. Derek tried to breathe through his mouth her sweet scent became to fill the air of the car, he fought for control every bit of him wanted to stop the car and find out whether or not she tasted like cherries too. The car made a slow stop in front of her house; he turned the engine off and looked towards the empty house.

'Your parents-' he began to say before she cut him off.

'Are dead asleep, they probably didn't even notice I was gone' she whispered a fake smile that she had mastered over the years lit up on her face. She turned to get out of the car, but stopped as her hand reached the door handle. She turned to him looking into his blue eyes, she revealed in the sensation of being safe in his presence knowing the minute he left that the darkness of her fear would consume her. She reached over to touch his hand, the roughness and strength she could feel from a single touch. For a brief second she wondered what it would feel like having Derek's hands touching her.

'Thank you for the ride back' She moved closer to him, his eyes widened for a single second she moved her head to the side and slowly pressed a soft kiss to the side of his face. She felt the roughness of his uncut beard against the softness of her lips. She pulled back slightly looking at his face, his eyes were closed he savoured the feeling of his lips against his skin. He opened his eyes and watched a small smile appear on her face. She reached for the door and walked towards the door of her house she looked back over her shoulder, still smiling.

As she walked into her room, she sighed she could already feel the loss from the brooding wolf's company. She knew she needed to figure out why he caused these feelings inside her but a part of her didn't care as longs as they made her feel safe. Lydia looked down and saw his leather jacket still draped across her shoulders. She nestled into the jacket and was comforted by the scent covering her.

Lydia felt herself feel Derek around her and it was not from just the jacket, she moved towards the window and saw the black Camaro parked across the street. Lydia couldn't help the smile that crossed her face. She walked over to her bed climbing under the covers, still hugging Derek's jacket to her small frame. She lay back onto the pillows and the exhaustion from everything that had happened overcomes her. For the first time in months she slept peacefully with her Alpha watching over her as she slept.