Brothers of Blood
[A/N: this is my first Teen Wolf fictions. I usually write in the Darren Shan Saga, but this is my new favorite television show. And Derek is my favorite character. It seems like everyone either hates him or wants to kill him. Poor guy :( It seems like everyone on line thinks he's dead, but it says that he's in the 8th episode so I think he will live *crosses fingers*.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, because if I did people would stop trying to kill Derek all the time.]
Brothers of Blood
By wolfgal97
When I turned around to see that Scott's boss, the vet, was missing from my car, I felt my heart skip a beat. Where was that lying son-of-a -?
I turned to see Stiles and Scott looking at me with wide eyes of disbelief. It was obvious that they thought I had done something to him.
I start to proclaim my innocence when I feel it. Sheer pain in my back tore through me, burning like the wicked heat of fire. I knew what had happened.
The alpha had stuck his claws into me. I could feel pure anger roll off of him. Though I couldn't see him, the wolf in me told me the horrible truth. This alpha was interested in one thing.
I was going to die.
He jerked his arm up, lifting me into the air. The motion caused my flesh to tear more and more with each second. As the wound ripped wider, it deepened as well.
And then came the blood.
Rivets of blood from a punctured lung came pouring out of me. It bubbled up my throat, all hot and sticky, until it erupted from my gaping mouth as I gasped for air. I choked the urge to scream, but it wouldn't have been possible anyways. There was too much blood stuck in my throat, running out and down my face.
I was done. I wasn't going to make it. Every bit of my body was in agonizing pain. I looked down into the horror-struck faces of Scott and Stiles. I could feel myself thinking, 'Run you idiots! He's going to kill you!' but I could only try to convey the warning with my eyes.
Death was coming for me again, and this time, it was going to find me. A few seconds seemed to last a painful eternity of blood and sweat. A cold washed over me, and I shuddered, my eyes rising to the sky in the motion that racked my body.
Suddenly, I was flung through the air as a wolf-like hand dislodged from my back. My right flank smashed full force into a brick wall, and I knew it was over. I felt even more blood pour from my broken body, if that was even possible.
My life was ending. And as I laid there, the dirt becoming wet and stained with my blood, watching the teens run for the safety of the school, a single thought ran into my mind.
Would dying be such a bad thing?
I had asked myself this question before. At first I had told myself that I had a purpose for being here. I wouldn't be alive for no reason. Now, as I lay dying, I just wanted an end to the pain.
I was alone now, anyway. My sister, my alpha was dead, along with the rest of my family. The only other Hale was my uncle. After seeing him live through the fire, I wondered at times if maybe death would have been better for him. Maybe it would have been more merciful.
My breathing became labored and my eyes were threatening to close. If they did, I knew that they would never open again. If I did want to live, I knew I had to stay awake to heal.
But what if I just gave up? What if I did something for me? It's not like anyone would care. People either try to kill me or wish I was dead. Maybe I could see my sister again. Maybe Mom and Dad too...
My vision started going hazy as my body continued to rapidly shut down. I wasn't losing the fight, but giving in. I don't want to live alone in my burned house, anymore. I didn't want to be alone. But my fading vision caught something. The fuzzy shapes of Scott and Stiles barricading the door to the school. They were talking about... me.
"He's dead, and we're going to end up just like him!" Stiles' voice had panic lacing every syllable. What he said had bothered me. I was still here, and I could hear them!
"Derek can't be dead!" Scott said, coming to my defense. I had given up, but now someone else wanted to come in and deny that fact. Someone didn't want me dead. And the fear but strength in his statement made up my dying mind for me. As my eyes closed and the blood poured from me, I kept thinking something that kept me awake.
"You and me? We're brothers now, Scott."
I did have family to live for. A brother. And with that in my mind, I stayed awake.