Hey! SO HOW PRETTY IS ERICA? Very . . . And HOW HAWT IS DEREK? Extremely. So it's easy to see why I would make a fanfic for these two right? Basically this is a little chronicle of a hopeful Dereca but we'll see ;) REVIEWS NEEDED!
Derek
She was beautiful. Isaac hadn't mentioned that when Erica's name crossed his lips. His transformation has been a mild speed bump on my road to my ultimate pack and the abused weakling had easily offered up several names for our cause.
"Erica . . . she's an epileptic girl at school but she's really smart and strong. This will help both of you." Isaac had pushed. I rolled my eyes but tracked her down out of curiosity. Her only flaw was the scab on her chin and if she complied to this transformation that would be history. I'd never taken so hard to someone as I had this Erica. It caused a great pain in my core not to take her then and there but she was still a fragile, and very sick girl. Not to mention the fact that I couldn't allow her in. I would never allow another woman, and especially not a petulant little girl, to hurt me again.
Erica
He was beautiful. A beautiful, inhuman entity that shouldn't be taken lightly and who shouldn't even be looking at me. It made me shift in my paper thin dress the way his grey eyes pierced through me. I wanted to fold my arms over my chest or hold my hand over the ugly scab from my last seizure but I couldn't move. I had all but evaporated when he jerked me towards him, my hips lightly brushing his . . . oh god I can't even think it.
What was he? His eyes flashed red and momentarily I figured I was having some medicinal trip over a cute male nurse but when his teeth pierced my side I knew there was no way. The pain was horrendous, but the whole time I was aware of two things. 1) it was no worse than the pain I felt watching the viral video of my self-soiling seizure and 2) I felt his body holding me as whatever this was happened.
Derek
I clasped her close to me, barely feeling her biting my shoulder to get through the pain. Her screams were getting louder and I knew I had to get her out. Glancing around, I ran with her through the hospital, being nothing more than a gust of wind to the ill of Beacon Hills.
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