AN: Here's the prologue to the sequel to Deadpool, Imbroglio. If you haven't read it, take a look! Hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters and plot lines in this story. The OC, Alex, is based on a character from the TV show Heroes but you don't need to have seen it to understand this story.

Enjoy x

His lips were harsh against mine, but I responded nonetheless. He seemed urgent, like he didn't have much time. Or maybe I didn't have much time. I wasn't sure. I cleared my mind of the thought, only focusing on the man in front of me, his hands on my waist, his rough stubble against my cheek. I twisted my fingers into his hair. In the dim light it almost looked black and in the moment I found myself prising our lips apart so I could look at it. In the absence of my lips he pressed his to my neck. I smiled at how affectionate he was being as I glanced over his shoulder.

It was then that I realised I had no idea where we were. The room was large, like a warehouse but there didn't seem to be any walls. It was vast and I knew in my head that there must be walls somewhere, but it was so big I couldn't see them in the dim light. I instantly tensed up, my hands leaving the wolf's hair and gripping his shoulders as if to keep him close. To protect him. Derek hadn't seemed to notice where we were, and if he did, he didn't care that it was unfamiliar. I could still feel him kissing my neck as I squeezed the material of his leather jacket.

'How did we get here?' I whispered but he didn't respond. 'Derek.' I said his name but the sound of it frightened me. Usually when his name left my lips it was said with passion and emotion. Now, the name sounded dull when I heard myself say it. It almost felt numb.

'Shh,' I heard him murmur, his lip brushing my ear. The sound was deep and strangely calming and I felt my anxiety slip way as I caught his lips in mine once again. But this wasn't right. Why was he acting so calm? And why was I going along with it? I abruptly pulled my lips away, bringing my hands up to each side of his face so I could look at him. He didn't frown like he usually did when I pulled away. His expression was blank. Absent. But that wasn't the only strange thing.

He was cold. Really cold. He was usually warm, more so than others because of the fact that he was a werewolf. But now all the warmth was gone from his skin, his body, his eyes. I wondered why I hadn't noticed it before when we were kissing. It wasn't like the kind of cold when you stand outside in a blizzard and you come in with chapped lips and red cheeks. It was a brittle cold. His cheeks were not red. His skin was a lifeless grey. It reminded me of a time back in Beacon Hills when…

I couldn't bear to think of it.

If he had been lying on the floor in that moment I would have thought him dead. It frightened me. He frightened me.

'We need to leave.' The words stuttered from my mouth so quietly. I didn't know why I felt like that. But that place, the never ending warehouse, was putting me on edge. It made me nervous and I didn't like it. I released his face and gripped onto his hand, trying not to think of how alarmingly cold it felt in my palm. I made to leave, pulling him with me, but he didn't move.

'Shh, it's okay,' he repeated, pulling me back into him as he trailed his thumb down my cheek. I wanted to scream at him. What's wrong with you? Why are you being like this? In my head I was yelling, but out loud I couldn't. I was frozen in his arms. He pulled me into him, and I didn't resist. Even after everything I still felt safer in his arms than out. I lay my head on his chest and felt him rest his chin of my head. It was comforting in a way, but I shivered in the low temperature.

I then felt a dampness on my cheek. Was I crying? I raised a hand up to wipe it away and was startled when I saw blood. It was dark like it had been mixed with black ink and I wiped at my face to try and get rid of it. I looked to Derek who was glancing down at me, this time a frown on his face. I stared at his chest. The blood wasn't mine.

Under his leather jacket, his white t shirt had a small red patch of blood on it. It grew slowly, like it was absorbing the blood from the other side. I pressed a hand to his chest, thik red liquid suddenly leaking out between my fingers and running down my arm. 'What's happening?' I whispered as the shirt turned red. I took as step back, releasing it from my grip. He crumpled to the floor.

I woke abruptly from my nightmare, hair clinging to my clammy forehead as I breathed heavily. I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling whilst I took deep breaths. I glanced beside me. The man slept soundlessly, my abrupt awakening and bad dream not disturbing him at all. He had his front towards me so I could see his peaceful face. Bringing a hand to his cheek I gently ran a finger over it, my nails lightly catching on his stubble, before brushing his hair out of his closed eyes. I sighed. He was warm and safe.

I slipped out of the bed and into the bathroom, only turning on the light once the door was shut. It was a struggle sometimes remembering that Derek was no longer as fragile as he had been when I first knew him. I constantly had to remind myself that he could take care of himself now, probably better than I could.

I felt stuck in a cycle. Even after everything that had happened in Beacon Hills, I was still waking in the middle of the night, tormented by my nightmares. They had progressed from just the feeling of being buried alive though. Before Beacon Hill, the only thing I worried about was myself. Now, though, I had people I cared for, making the not so good dreams even more unbearable than before. But although the nightmares were a bitch, I was glad to have people to worry about. And I wouldn't trade them for anything.

AN: So there's the beginning. If you are a little confused/wondering about where they are or how much time as passed, all will be revealed in the next chapter.

Sorry this took a while to get up. I didn't want to put up the first chapter until I had a few written and a good idea about where this is going.

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