"Derek!" gasped Lydia. He was perched on the chair in the corner of her room, the only light in the room a sliver of moonlight peeking in from between the curtains. His head was in his hands, and he didn't react to her entering the room at all.
"You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here... in my room?" Her eyes darted suspiciously around the room, seeking to make shapes out of the darkness. Her history with Peter had left her rattled, and she now saw monsters in the every shadow. Satisfied that they were alone, she turned her attention back to the man sitting in her french antique armchair. He still hadn't moved. She strode over to him and stopped right in front of him, her hands on her hips, her little foot tapping impatiently.
"Well?" Slowly, very slowly, he raised his head to look into her eyes. She defiantly stared back, trying to pretend she wasn't shocked by the broken look on his face. He looked confused, and, dare she say it, he looked almost scared. A sense of uneasiness crept in as the silence between them stretched on. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, as she suddenly became aware she was only wearing one of Jackson's old lacrosse jersey's that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs. To his credit, he didn't even glance at her body, his eyes boring straight into hers. His brow was furrowed and she realised suddenly that he looked like he didn't recognise her.
She shifted awkwardly again and the much-too-big neck of the jersey slipped down, revealing her shoulder. He glanced at the stretch of pale skin that looked almost translucent in the moonlight and his gaze followed her body down, hungrily drinking her all in. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but she decided to take back control of the situation. She huffed and began to turn away from him.
"Well, this has been fun an' all, but if you don't mind, I wanna go to bed so you can let yourself ou-"
She was cut off as his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist painfully. Her eyes widened as her green eyes suddenly met with glowing red ones. The uncertain look from earlier, replaced with a smoldering gaze, a smirk playing on his lips.
"D.. Derek?" She hated herself for stuttering, but she was starting to feel a little uneasy. Derek still hadn't said a word since she'd walked in. She moved to pull away from his grasp, but his grip only tightened on her fragile wrist. She gasped a little and her eyes flitted down to where their hands were joined. His eyes followed hers down and he released her suddenly. His eyes once again found hers, this time hazel and scared once more. He glanced around the room, his breathing fast and uneven.
"Lydia?" He choked out. He looked like he didn't know where he was. He stood up shakily.
"Yes. Lydia." She sounded out, as if she were speaking to a child. She reached out to touch his arm, trying to ignore the red marks that were already forming on her sore wrist. The moment her hand made contact with the cool material of his leather jacket, it was like he was transformed back into the predator she'd seen a glimpse of before. She jumped as his hands shot out to grip the the tops of her arms. His eyes roamed up and down her body, hungrily. Her mouth opened and closed uselessly. She wanted to say something, break the tension, but her mind was blank. All she could focus on was the way he was looking at her and the heat coming from his body that was now dangerously close to hers.
Before she could make sense of what was happening, his mouth was suddenly crushed against hers. She opened her mouth, shocked, and he took the opportunity to swipe his tongue across her lips. The kiss was hard and fast and messy, and with the punishing grip on her arms keeping her in place, she had no choice but to kiss him back and try and keep up with his pace. A low growl from the back of his throat brought her back to her senses. She wrenched herself away from him.
"What... what are you doing?" She stammered. He didn't answer, just smiled and took a step towards her. She stepped backwards before he could fully close the space between them. He took another step, and she did the same. She felt like she was the prey, as he stalked towards her.
"Stop," She murmured, half-heartedly, immediately knowing she didn't really mean it.
He didn't. Her knees were suddenly yanked out from under her and she had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck to keep from falling. His fingertips dug into the soft skin of her thighs as he held her against him. Their new position felt incredibly intimate, as their bodies were sandwiched together, their faces so close she could feel his breath stir the red curls around her face. This was madness. She could count on one hand the amount of times the two of them had talked, and she was pretty sure they'd only been alone together once before, and she'd kidnapped him and resurrected a psychopath, so she was pretty sure that didn't count. And now here she was, legs wrapped around his waist, breasts heaving against his hard chest, her hands desperately fisted in the collar of his leather jacket.
He lowered his face to the crook of her neck and, with a sudden tenderness, nuzzled there, before beginning to kiss his way up the column of her throat. She threw her head back as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot just under her ear. A small moan escaped her and before she knew it, his mouth was on hers again. The tenderness was gone again, as he kissed her hard and fast, before throwing her roughly on to the bed. Before she had time to voice her indignation of his rough treatment of her, his body was covering hers and his mouth found hers again. She felt him shrug out of his jacket, and automatically reached up to help him pull his grey t-shirt over his head. Her fingertips trailed tentatively down his sides, before panning up the muscular plane of his back, while his hands somehow managed to be everywhere at once. Before she could register what was happening, his hands had found the neckline of her lacrosse jersey and pulled it apart, ripping the v-neck so it now stopped just above her navel.
"Hey!" She tried to scold him, but her words were swallowed by his mouth's bruising kisses. He pulled the material aside and his hand found her breast, kneading hard, low growls forming in his throat as he ground himself against her. She tried to cup his face with her hands, but his free hand grabbed them and pinned them over her head, making her arch her back and push her breast even further into his hand. His hand released hers and suddenly both his hands were suddenly under her hockey jersey, moving to pull down her panties.
"Wait." She panted. His eyes flashed red and his face contorted into a dark grin.
"No." He said, simply, as he yanked her panties off in one smooth movement. He rocked back on his heels, and stared at her, hard. She tugged at the hem of her now ruined jersey, squirming self-consciously under his scrutiny. His hands moved to undo his belt buckle and within seconds, he had shrugged out of his jeans and underwear. Her eyes widened. He was big. Much bigger than Jackson. She tried to remember the last time she'd had sex. Her and Jackson had broken up months ago, but ever before that, he'd barely touched her towards the end of their relationship, too busy with Danny and lacrosse and werewolf drama. So much had happened recently, sex had been the last thing on her mind. Before she could count up how long it had been, his body was against hers again, pressing her into the mattress as he lined himself up with her entrance.
"Wait... slow down." She whispered, trying to wriggle away from him.
Without warning he slammed into her with a grunt and she cried out, long red nails digging hard into his shoulders. He was too big and it had been too long. She bit her lip to distract herself from the sharp ache between her legs. He didn't pause for her to adjust to him at all before pulling out and slamming into her again, wrenching another soft sob from her. She squeezed her eyelids shut, hoping to stop the tears that threatened to spill out. He started up a punishing rhythm, her room filling with growls and grunts that covered up the tiny squeaks and sobs that she couldn't stop from coming out of her mouth. He pushed his face against her neck again, his teeth scraping over her soft skin, never hard enough to draw blood, but just hard enough to be painful. His hand reached down to her hip and dug his fingertips into the soft flesh he found there, all the while continuing to thrust into her.
"You're hurting me." She whimpered. It had been barely more than a whisper and she was surprised he'd heard her, but he stilled instantly. The only sound in the room was the sound of their ragged breathing mingling together.
Slowly, he pushed himself up on his hands and looked her straight in the eye. His red eyes were once again gone and he looked down at her tear stained face with a tortured expression. He immediately clambered off her, pulling out of her too quickly, eliciting another cry from her. She scrambled up to the head of the bed, wrapping the blanket around her as she went, watching as he crumbled in on himself at the other end of her bed. He'd moved as far away from her as he could, and was sitting slumped over with his head in his hands.
"Derek?" He raised his head to look at her, and for one horrible second, she thought he might be about to cry. His expression was pained as he took in her red-rimmed eyes, her messy curls and the way she was hugging her knees to her chest underneath the huge purple blanket. He turned away from her, grabbing for his jeans from where they lay discarded on the floor. When he looked back, his usual mask was back in place, his expression unreadable.
"I'm sorry, Lydia." He shook his jeans out, clearly planning on leaving. "I'm... sorry."
Rage filled the tiny redhead. How dare he even think of leaving without some kind of explanation. Before she could even think about what she was doing, she lunged forward and ripped his jeans out of his hands, throwing them back on the floor. Her sudden childish move stopped him in his tracks.
"Don't you dare think of leaving. What the hell is going on? What just happened?"
"It.. That shouldn't have happened. I'm so sorry. I should just go." He shook his head sadly.
"You're not going anywhere till you tell me what's going on!"
"I.. It's the full moon." The silence stretched between them as she stared at him incredulously.
"So.. That's it? "It's the full moon"? That's all I'm getting? Oh well, that explains everything then!" She tossed her tangled curls out of her face and fixed him with a hard stare that had wilted stronger men than him. He sighed deeply.
"It's the first one since I became the alpha. I... I can usually control myself. I can anchor myself. But this time was different. I could feel myself slipping. Peter said that becoming the alpha means you have to learn control all over again." He glanced up at her, looking almost embarrassed. "He told me to go somewhere I felt calm and focus on that." She was confused.
"So... you came here?" He nodded once. "But... You don't even know me."
"I know. I..." He suddenly looked very awkward. "After Peter-" She stiffened at the mention of his name. "After you were attacked, we all believed you would turn. I thought you would want someone to be there, if it happened, so after you were released from the hospital, I would come by and keep an eye on you."
"Well, that's fairly stalker-ish." She was joking, but she instantly regretted her words. He ran his hand through his hair, looking panicked.
"I know how this sounds. But, I'd just sit outside your window for a few hours. I never came in, I swear."
"Till tonight?" It wasn't really a question.
"Till tonight." He confirmed. "After a few days, it became clear you weren't going to turn so I stopped coming by. But, as soon as Peter told me to go somewhere I felt calm, this was the first place I thought of. I realised I... liked watching you. You were so peaceful when you were asleep."
"Oh. Right. Well, that sounds much less stalker-ey(!)" she said, but her voice was soft and a small smile played on her lips.
"I swear, Lydia. I never meant to come in. I didn't mean to hurt you." He couldn't look at her now. His eyes were focused on a spot on the floor and his voice had taken on a hard edge. She knew he was angry at himself.
"I know." She said, shuffling towards him a little bit. "I'm OK." He snorted, mirthlessly and got up again, pulling his jeans on.
"No you're not." he snapped, glancing pointedly at the arm that was holding the blanket against her body. She cast her eyes down, noticing the bruises already forming on her wrist, where he'd grabbed her.
"It's nothing. I'm fine." She pleaded as he stood up. He carried on pulling his clothes back on, without looking at her. She sniffled, suddenly terrified of him leaving her alone.
"Please don't go." she murmured, hating how weak she sounded. He paused briefly, just in front of her window, and turned his head slightly. She heard him sigh loudly and he gave a little shake of his head.
"I'm sorry, Lydia." And with that, he was gone, leaping silently out of her window and into the cold night. She heard a few rustling footsteps, and then silence. She considered going to the window, but she knew he would already be gone. She sat in stunned silence for a moment, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She almost wished her mom was home, just so she didn't have to be alone in the house anymore. She suddenly felt very tired and rolled into a ball, finally letting the sobs she'd been holding in escape.
Derek stood staring up at her window, unsure of what to do. He had hurt her. She should have feared him, but she had asked him to stay. Just as he was trying to decide whether or not to go back, he heard a small noise that tore his heart apart. She was crying. He rubbed his hand over his eyes, and realised he could still smell her on him. That peculiar smell of cherries and coconut and something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Her scent filled his nostrils and her cries filled his ears and he suddenly felt like he was going to be sick. He took off, running faster than he'd ever run before, desperate to outrun the muffled whimpers of the girl he feared he was becoming obsessed with.
Author's Note: So, there it is. My very first foray into fan fiction. I know it's a bit dark, considering I preeeeeetty much made Derek a rapist, but I have a rough idea of where this is going, and it wont all be as dark. There's probably only going to be 1 or 2 more chapters to this, and I'll try to update as soon as I can, but I'd REALLY, REALLY appreciate any feedback in the meantime. It's SO nerve wracking submitting a story for the first time so any reviews will be much appreciated, even if you hated it (Only kidding. If you hated it, don't tell me cause I'll only cry and we'll all get embarrassed.)
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