A/N :Hey, fanfic lovers. Okay, so this is my first fanfic for Teen Wolf, but it's one of my fave shows and I noticed one person who never had a crush o anyone like Stiles or an actual relationship like Scott or Jackson. So, I decided to give him a challenge, thus creating this here story. Pics of Phoenyx and other stuff is on my profile. And now, without further ado, I give you The Darkest Hour.
"Ah. Beacon Hills. What a wonderful place," I said sarcastically, making an effort to glare at my adoptive father, David Smith. He sighed and looked over at my adoptive sister, Olivia.
"Phe, calm down. We're doing this for a good reason. Houston wasn't good for you."
"It wasn't good for me? I grew up there, Olivia!" She sighed as I climbed out of the car and slammed the door shut harder than necessary. "Well…at least the house is pretty." I walked up the front porch steps and into the house. "Nice. Big. Roomy. I want the biggest room all the way at the top. No questions about it. I walked up the steps, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The house is actually pretty nice. It's humongous! I found the room I wanted and plopped down onto the bed. We'd already had people start moving things in, but my room only had the bed. I am doing a complete redo of my room, which is going to tear my dad's credit card to shreds. My name is Phoenyx Giselle Ashby. I'm seventeen and have a pretty good grip on life, aside from moving. It is no hard to see that I don't particularly fit in with this family, looks or emotionally. My dad and sister are calm, cool, collected and are good at holding in their emotions. I, on the other hand, am quick-tempered, manipulative and prone to slitting my wrists or drinking to escape pain. But hey, you have no choice but to love me because of my fun, out-going ways. My mother died from a drug overdose when I was 14 and I never knew my dad. Two months after my mother's death, I was adopted by David Smith and brought home to his 17 year old daughter, Olivia. Their short pin straight blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes cast me out with my long wavy mid-back length light brown hair, which, smooth skin the color of honey and hazel eyes that changed color with my emotions. Olivia is also super thin with barely any assets, where as I have enough for two people with my hourglass figure. I heard footsteps coming upstairs and turned just as my dad walked in.
"Phoenyx, talk to me, please. I didn't mean to hurt you at all. You know that." I looked at him and smiled.
"Yes, daddy, I know. But just because you didn't mean to, doesn't mean it didn't happen." He sighed and sat on the bed beside me. He took my hand in both of his.
"Look at me." I obeyed and turned to him, sobering with the attitude and actually looking completely serious. "Look, I know this is a hard time for you, but you have to understand I did it to keep you safe. You are always in my best interest, Phoenyx." I moved my hair behind my ear and nodded. "I will try my absolute hardest to make this experience a good one. I promise. Okay?" I nodded again. "Will you help me do that?"
"Yes."
"Good. Just…help me out, sweetheart. You have to tell me what's hurting you beforehand. Don't keep it bottled up inside." That statement right there let him lose me forever. He was trying to change my strategy of emotional distress. Keeping it bottled up is my thing. It keeps me from hurting others. I shut down completely, my eyes went blank and my hand dropped from his grip.
"Thanks, dad. Now, I wanna be alone." He searched my eyes and played cool, but I know he saw what I felt. He was losing. Bad.
"Okay. Let me know if you need anything."
"Yeah, okay." He stood and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I looked down at my outfit. A plain purple camisole, a pair of light denim jean shorts, a beige Burberry double-breasted jacket and a pair of beige Vince Camuto Jenks booties. Cute yet simple. Perfect to walk in. I grabbed my credit card and slipped it in my pocket before walking downstairs, where Olivia and my dad were carrying in some boxes of stuff. "I'm gonna go look around the town. See if I see some things I like," I said as I passed them to my car. I faintly heard Olivia yelling something about helping and living in the house, but just ignored her as I hopped into my black Range Rover and drove off the rocky pavement. I drove to a mall and walked in, dark glasses covering my eyes and my long hair curled down my back. There's little to do in a new town by yourself, but whatever. I'll just have to manage. I bought a few things for both my closet and my room in general before leaving and driving on. I drove to the edge of the forest and got out, locking my door twice and turned on the alarm to make sure of no stealers. I stuck my cell and blade in my pocket and began my trek through the woods. It was pretty amazing out here. Not as amazing as Houston had been, but cool enough. I heard something behind me and turned quickly, blade out and ready, but saw nothing. I continued walking, a little more watchful this time. Then I saw a house. A cute small house about two stories with tiny cozy windows and a group of people standing in front of the house. I tried to walk away quietly, but they'd already saw me. And once one saw, they all did. Six pairs of eyes found me as I stared back. One stepped forward, revealing the owner of brown eyes. He already had a smile on his pretty little face that I wanted to scrape off, and I knew, this wasn't going to be good.
"Hi!" he called as he moved towards me. I wanted so badly to run, but I held my ground and watched him.
"Hey," I said nonchalantly. Everyone else smiled, enjoying the show already. He laughed as he finally reached me, his body towering over mine. I gazed up at him, waiting, expecting the worse.
"I'm Carter and these are my friends Tony, Brad, Jack, Kyle and Chris."
"Nice to meet you. Now excuse me, I have to go." I tried to step around him, but he quickly blocked my way, an evil smirk on his face.
"You haven't told us your name, gorgeous."
"Phoenyx. Now, excuse me." I tried again, but still no luck. I sighed and rolled my eyes, becoming irritated, impatient and scared all at once. "What do you want?" I sighed, looking up at his face.
"I just wanna talk? You new here?"
"Well, I don't and that's none of your business." He looked super amused, reflecting the others' grinning faces.
"C'mon, Nyxie. Don't be such a hard-ass. I know you're scared. I can hear your heart beating. Fast." I stepped back, getting really scared, now. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. I have a thing for fear and adrenaline, and you have both right about now. Running will only make me chase you and that won't end too well." He grabbed my arm really fast and I made a little yelping sound.
"Knock it off, Carter. What the hell have I told you about antagonizing girls?" a voice said and Carter frowned and growled, but released me. I looked to where the powerful voice had come and saw an extremely hot guy with sun-kissed skin, dark hair cropped short and spiked in the front, a super awesome tall fit body and pretty light brown eyes that were fixated on me.
"Well, I wouldn't have to antagonize them if you let me have any other fun," Carter mumbled back, clearly not wanting the guy to hear. He did though.
"Watch it. My temper isn't under controlled right now. Go do your laps. I told you all to do them an hour ago and I know you haven't yet." All of them groaned, then Carter grinned and nudged my chin with his index finger.
"Later, Nyxie." I scoffed and wiped my chin in disgust. I watched as they took off running then sighed and shook my head.
"Are you alright?" I turned, remembering the guy was there. I gazed up at him for a second then frowned.
"I'm fine. I didn't need your help, you know. I can take care of myself. I knew what I was doing." He rolled his eyes and moved to the house, picking up a few beer bottles and tossing them in a trash can.
"Yeah. Sure you did. Is that why Carter was about to rip you to shreds after making you scream and beg for mercy?"
"Whatever. He wouldn't have done that. You're just trying to scare me."
"I've known Carter since he was eight. He has a bad way of having fun." He looked at me and nodded his head towards the way I'd come. "That your Rover back there?" I nodded and he stared at me for a while. "You new here?"
"Yeah. I'm Phoenyx. Nyx with a 'y' instead of an 'i'." He smiled and chuckled a little. "What? I hate when people spell my name wrong." He turned back to picking up the bottles.
"I'm Derek. Rek with an 'e' instead of an 'i'." I smirked and narrowed my eyes.
"Don't mock me. And…thanks." He turned to me, frozen. "For telling him to stop. I…I froze up a little."
"Your welcome. What are you doing out here, anyways? You're not really equipped for the woods," he said, critiquing my outfit then meeting my eyes. I shrugged and moved my hair behind my ear, feeling self-conscious.
"I was bored and had nothing better to do. I'm not helping my dad unpack anything because he moved me from the one place I felt at home."
"What? You've moved around a lot?"
"Yeah. You could say that. I'm adopted. Well, recently adopted. Before, I was a foster child while my mom was sick in the hospital. Then one day, she just croaked. I had prayed for that day from the day I was born. She was an evil witch with no sense of direction aside from drinking and dating random guys that had more interest in me than her." I realized too late that I'd been shaking violently out of rage and was telling my entire life story. This had been the first time I'd talked about my mother to anyone. I looked up at Derek and he was standing in front of me, watching. I backed up quickly, not used to having anyone close to me. I wasn't used to anyone actually listening to me with no other intentions, either. Derek seemed to be intrigued, too. I smiled to play off how quickly I'd jumped away, but it was obvious he'd caught it. "Sorry, I get carried away sometimes." There was a howl through the woods followed by five more.
"You should go. The wolves here are known to be pretty vicious. Here, I'll walk you back to your car." I stepped aside from him, scrutinizing his face.
"Why?" I asked defensively. He looked at me, shocked and confused.
"To make sure you get back safe and aren't maimed by wolves or harassed by teenage boys."
"I told you I can take care of myself, whether it be in a situation with wolves or boys. I don't need anything from you."
"Well, hell, go ahead, then. Since you have such great strength that you can almost get yourself hurt by one teen out of a pack of them."
"I said I froze up!"
"And it's clear that was a lie!" We stared at each other silently then he sighed. "Let me walk you, please."
"Fine, if you're gonna cry if I don't." I started walking back the way I'd come. He sighed again before following me. "Why are you being nice to me? What do you want from me?"
"Is that the only time someone can be nice to you? If they want something?"
"Yeah. Pretty much. So, what are your motives, Derek?"
"I don't have any." I turned to him and stared at him, waiting for an emotion to cross his face to clue me in on his true intentions, but there was nothing but honesty and a log in front of me that would have sent me crashing to the ground had he not caught my arm with inhuman speed. I gasped just as my body jerked to a halt. He hoisted me back to my feet and steadied me while I just stared at him open-mouthed, shocked. Obviously noticing the question in my eyes, he gave me a crooked smirk and shrugged. "Fast reflexes." I shut my mouth and turned quickly.
"Yeah. Thanks again." I continued walking silently, paying close attention to the ground this time to avoid almost falling and having him catch me and send electricity flowing through my veins. Once we got to my truck, I turned with a smile. "What are you?" He looked stunned. "To those guys?" Relief crossed his face, but I left it alone.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you like their coach or something?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Is it a legit sport or are you steering me from my question?"
"Steering you from your question."
"I figured. Well, thanks." I turned and opened my door, then paused and looked back at him, my smile gone and my face curious. "There's something weird about you and those other guys. And even the wolves. Six wolves in California just doesn't seem right. I'm going to figure out what's going on, then get proof, and you'll have no choice but to tell me the truth." I turned back and hopped in my truck. "All I need is a little time."
"Goodbye, Phoenyx."
"Oh, you'll see me later. Bet on it." I smiled and shut my door before pulling off back towards the house. My dad was sitting on the porch with his head resting in his hands. I sighed, anticipating his lecture on my safety and how I should answer my phone. I looked at it and saw he'd called 17 times. Wow. That's a new record. The lowest number he's called me in 2 hours. I took my time getting my stuff out the trunk and making my way up the pavement. "Before you start your lecture, I just want to let you know that I'm 17 and capable of taking good care of myself. I was doing it at the age of 4 and am still doing it. I'm not a little girl." He looked up and narrowed his eyes before standing and snatching my keys from my hand and walking in the house silently. I stood silent for a split second before storming in after him and throwing my bags to the ground. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled at him, following him into the kitchen. "You can't take my keys from me! You have no right to!"
"I bought the damned thing and paid for it to get fixed every time you crashed it! Mind you, I also bailed you out of jail for drunk driving and I'm the one who puts the money in your hand to put gas in it! I can do whatever the hell I want with the damn keys! I can drive the stupid piece of shit into a river if I want!"
"No the hell you can't! It's mine!"
"Says who?" he said, laughing mockingly.
"Me! The one who's been driving it! The one you gave it to!"
"Yes, I gave it to you! I gave it to you! It was bought by me and it is in my name! Under my insurance!" I ran up to him and tried to wrestle the keys from his grip, but that did nothing but make me break a nail.
"Give me the fucking keys!"
"Watch your mouth! You live in my house, eat my food and drive my car! I don't owe you a damned thing! I saved your ungrateful ass from being on the streets being forced to fuck random sick bastards! I saved you from being a fucking whore like your mother! I saved you from rotting in hell just like her!" I slapped him as hard as I could manage, tears coming to my eyes. He stood shocked and wide-eyed.
"Don't you ever talk about my mother like that," I said in a low, pained voice. "You are no better than her. She loved me."
"She didn't give a damn about you! That's why she let men hurt you! That's why she let you go where you pleased! That's why she let you see her that way! That's why she refused to change! And that's why she killed herself! To get away from you! Because you're nothing but a stupid, troublemaking child! And because you're just like her!" I punched him in his jaw, sending him crashing into the counters.
"HEY!" Olivia screamed as she entered the kitchen, dropping her purse and keys on the countertop. "What the heck is going on in here?"
"I hate you," I whispered, still staring at him, pure hatred and envy burning my eyes and causing my entire body to shake. I stormed out the house and into the dark night, running down the driveway and as far away from the house as possible to a road, where I stuck out my hand for a hack. After a few minutes, a truck pulled over and a man about thirty peered over at me with a wicked smile.
"Hi! Need a lift?" he asked. I reached for the door, but someone grabbed my hand tight and forced me away from the car.
"No. She's with me." I looked to see Derek glaring at the guy.
"I think the lady has a different answer. What do ya say, sweetheart?"
"I said she's with me," Derek growled, his voice and face dark. I turned to the man and he watched me expectantly.
"No. That's fine. Thank you, but I'm with him." He grumbled and drove off. I watched the truck drive away and disappear down the road.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?" Derek said, returning my attention to him.
"Look, I've had enough people tell me I'm wrong all the time and all my decisions are stupid and I'm stupid! So I don't need to hear it from you!" He was about to reply, but froze and his eyes sobered from the anger boiling in them.
"Have you been crying?"
"Yes! Now shut the hell up about it! I don't need your fucking sympathy." I snatched away from him and glared. "Do you have a car or alcohol? I need the strongest fucking thing you know." He shook his head.
"I can drive you home─"
"I'm not going the fuck home!"
"And I'm not giving you alcohol!"
"Fine," I hissed, sticking my hand out again for a hack.
"Just let me take you home or something, Phoenyx," he said in a begging tone.
"The only place you can take me is to a bar, a party or a liquor store where I can get completely wasted and screwed by some random guy that doesn't give a shit about me," I spat sharply. A car honked on the other side of the street and I was about to walk to it, but Derek picked me up and carried me to a huge black Jeep.
"Fine! Alright! I'll go buy you something then you can stay at my place for the night." He sat me down on the passenger side and I gazed up at the thing. I backed up and was about to make a running jump into the vehicle, but he sighed and lifted me into the seat. "What is wrong with you? Why can't you just act like you have some sense and use your brain to think before you do stupid stuff?"
"Because that's how I fucking operate. Now shut up!" He was about to say something, but decided against it and shut the door before crossing to the driver's side and climbing in easily and starting the monster. It roared to life and he drove off in the direction away from my house. The ride was silent then he gave a breathed laugh.
"I can't believe you tried to jump into the truck."
"Well, excuse me. All of us aren't as tall and muscular as you." This, for some reason, made him grimace and go silent. He took me to some liquor store and told me to stay put before going in. Funny how he thought I'd actually stay put. I climbed out and leaped down, careful not to fall and blow my cover, and took off towards a hot club that was still filing people in. I snuck in while the guard was checking some guy for weed and smiled big at the sight of the people. I went to the bathroom and changed into the clothes I had stuffed in my bag. A cute white draped one shoulder dress with a studded leather strap. It stopped at my mid-thigh and was fitted enough to give me room, but still give help to the imagination. I slipped on a pair of spiked white leather pumps and walked back out, a completely different girl. I tucked my bag away in a table in the VIP room before going to the bar and ordering myself three shots of Patron and a slice of lime. Once I paid and drowned them, I ordered two shots of tequila and five shots of Everclear. By the time I drank all of those, I was close to being wasted and I don't really remember how, but I ended up in the VIP room with a guy who just wouldn't stop groping me. You would think we'd known each other forever and were all alone instead of being complete strangers in a crowded club. All I know about the guy is that he had a lot of money, was willing to pay for every one of my drinks and was a sloppy kisser. But, whatever. I'm buzzed and willing to go for anything to get the thoughts of my mother and the things my dad said out of my head. And right about now, it was working a little. Now if only I could get someone to get me out of here for sex. I ended up on the dance floor with some guy, dancing in a way that might as well be known as sex from how close we were and how we touched each other. I had another shot of Everclear in my hand and I quickly downed it before tossing the glass over our heads, not really hearing the shatter or the scream. All I heard was the base in the music that was bumping through the speakers and making adrenaline rise through my body as I grinded with the guy whose name I didn't bother to ask and whose face I didn't care to see. I was completely wasted and ready to top off my distraction. I turned to the guy and smiled up at him as he handed me another shot of something. "Get me the hell outta here," I demanded. He nodded with a smile and half led half carried me out of the club along with a group of other guys.
"Phoenyx!" someone called. I turned slowly, searching for the voice and almost falling as my body gave out.
"Oops," I slurred with a giggle. Someone grabbed one of my arms firmly and lifted me up, pulling me from the other guy.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" one of the guys yelled.
"Yeah, dude. Finders keepers. We're gonna have some fun. Isn't that right, hotness?" I smiled at them and tried to get away from whoever was holding me, but they only gripped me tighter before lifting me into their arms. I giggled as I swallowed the shot I had then dropped the glass to the ground.
"Wow. You're strong."
"We're leaving. Jesus, how did you manage to get into this much trouble that fast?"
"Man, whatever, dude. She isn't drunk enough anyway."
"Wait. My bag. It has my clothes. My Vince Camutos." He sighed and carried me back towards the club.
"Where is it, Phoenyx?"
"VIP," I said, giggling and pointing towards the VIP area I had been in. He carried me through the crowd and retrieved my bag before walking back out. I looked up at the guy's face and smiled, seeing it was Derek. "You know, you're really hot."
"Shut up, Phoenyx."
"Don't be mean." I slipped my hand up under his shirt and rubbed it along his hard abs. "You arehot." He grabbed my hand and yanked it from inside his shirt before lifting me into the back seat of the huge Jeep. "What are you going to do to me now?" I asked, wrapping my legs around his waist before he could move and kissing him. He pulled back quickly and fixed me in the car correctly.
"I'm taking you home." I giggled and fell back on the seat, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my toes.
"You don't even know where I live. Plus, you said I could stay with you," I slurred. He sighed and shut the door before climbing into the truck himself. I watched him, all three of him. "Oh, god, I'm so wasted," I said with a giggle before rolling until my face hit the back of the chair. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck gently before sliding my hands under his shirt and rubbing his chest. "Can you do me a favor? Can you help me forget everything? Take my pain away?" I felt his body tense and I smiled, moving one hand from under his shirt and running it through his hair. "Please?"
"Phoenyx, stop it. You're really drunk and aren't going to remember anything in the morning but how much you regret tonight."
"Prude," I said before falling back onto the chair and passing out.
VvV
I woke up in a room that only had a few boxes around it and a huge queen sized bed in which I was lying in. I groaned and rolled off the bed. I was now wearing a huge white tee shirt that came down to my thigh. I moved my hair back from my face and padded down the steps outside the room. I heard a faucet running and walked into the kitchen to find Derek at the sink, his back to me. I looked over at the small island sitting in the middle of the kitchen and saw a plate of bacon, eggs and toast with a tall glass of orange juice. "Sit down. Eat. Then I'll take you home."
"I'm not going home," I said as I made my way over to the chair. I sat down and began nibbling on a strip of bacon.
"Yes you are. You have to."
"No I don't. Look, I'm not going to stay here, so you can stop trying to force me back to that stupid house. I'll be out of your hair in an hour tops."
"Where do you plan on going?" "Back to Barbados, where I was born. I don't belong here." He sighed and turned to me.
"Look, you can stay here as long as you need to. But don't leave Beacon Hills. You can stay until you're ready to go back home to your family, okay?"
"No. I'm not going back. Why is that so hard to understand?"
"I have a hard time believing what you say when you ran out of the truck and to a club, changed your entire outfit and almost got yourself killed by leaving with a group of random teenage boys who would most likely have their way with you then dump you on the side of the road for dead."
"Maybe that'd make everyone happy. Nobody would be all conflicted or hurt and no one would shed a tear because they don't give a shit. Because I'm nothing but a waste of time. And I'm a natural disaster. Maybe if I'd just die off, bad things would stop happening to people." He stared at me for a while then moved to me. "Even you have to admit I've been nothing but a big pain in the ass, and you've only known me for less than twenty four hours. But, you're an idiot like that. You don't care how much of a bitch I am, you still help me because it's something that you want from me. Well, what is it, Derek? Do you want money? I have plenty of it you can have. Do you want me to fuck your brains out? Easy-peesy. No problem. Do you want a fucking award? I'll ask the fucking president to personally make it and broadcast it to the whole damn world how you saved a fucking lunatic from getting herself killed again. Will that make you feel better? Getting money, fame and fucked all in one day? Congratulations! If I do this, will you stop pretending you give a rat's ass about me and tell me the truth? Will that get you to be real?"
"Shut up, Phoenyx," he growled between clenched teeth, his fists balled up.
"Tell me the truth! Why are you helping me?"
"Shut up, Phoenyx," he repeated.
"Or else what?" I yelled in anger. He slammed his fist onto the island and a piece of it cracked and fell to the floor. His other hand had gripped my arm tight, silencing me for a second. "Are you gonna hit me? Go ahead. I can take it." He stared at me for a while before letting me go and storming out of the kitchen. I followed right behind him. "Tell me what the hell your problem is, Derek! Why are you so intent on helping me? Why can't you just let me go ahead and die off?" He ignored me and walked down to the basement, shutting and locking the door behind him. I banged on the door from the outside. "You're such a fucking idiot! I hate you, you liar! You're no better than me! You're a coward!" The door swung open and Derek stood there looking at me with so much rage, I swear his eyes were red.
"Don't ever call me a fucking coward! I have been trying my best to keep your ungrateful ass alive! I brought you here so you wouldn't end up in a gutter somewhere lying dead! I even bought food that I will never eat to feed you and all you've done is remind me why I never bother with girls! I'm letting you stay here because I actually care about you! I don't know why, but I do! I don't even know you and I can't help but want to help you and take care of you and hold you and never let you out of my sight! And I will do that! If it's the last fucking thing I do, Phoenyx, I will save you!" I stood staring at him, dumbfounded and shocked. Then I was off the ground. My back was against the wall and his body was pressed to mine as his lips crushed against mine and one of his hands gripped my waist while the other cupped my face. I moaned against his lips and snaked my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His hand left my face and went to my exposed thigh, the contact making me shiver. His tongue dominated mine with ease, but I didn't mind. What I did mind, though, is when he pulled away. He rested his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes, both of us breathing heavily. "You're not leaving me. You're not going anywhere." I nodded, content on staying anyways. "Promise me. Swear," he demanded through clenched teeth.
"I promise. I swear," I whispered. He kissed me one more time, long, hard and sweet before pulling away and putting me back on the ground.
"Good. Now go finish eating. You're not going to puke. You threw it all up sometime early this morning." I obeyed and went back to the kitchen to eat. "Wait." I turned back and he kissed me one more time before really releasing me. "Okay. Go on." I sat down and finished eating, taking my time, cautious in case I didn't puke up all the liquor yet. Beacon Hills just got a whole lot more interesting.
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