*So I wrote this for my other account, but it got hacked. So I made a new one and wanted to post it here so I could finish it and share with you guys. Already have several chapters! Hope you enjoy! Leave me some feedback!*
*Derek's POV*
"Gone? What do you mean gone?" Derek was furiously pacing the floor.
"He just left. Said he needed to get some fresh air, and I haven't seen him since." Scott said, somewhat scared of Derek's Alpha rage.
Derek had to go find him. Just a week ago Stiles had agreed to be his mate for life! He absolutely could not live without him. Once a werewolf mates with a human, which is very rare, they hold a bond that cannot be describe by words. If their mate decides to leave, its like they take a piece of their heart with them...and their power. Derek would be physically weaker until he could find Stiles and convince him to come back.
"Did he take his jeep?" Derek asked sitting in an armchair in the now refurbished Hale House.
"No, he just started walking down the drive way. I had no idea he just wouldn't come back. I have a feeling he went to visit his mom's grave, he tries to bring fresh flowers there every month"
Derek griped the arm of the chair hard, claws ribbing through the thick fabric. He stood up quickly and walked to the door.
"Well I cant just sit around and do nothing, I have to find him!"
With that, Derek was out the door, in his car, driving down the road.
*Stiles' POV*
Stiles was just walking through the rows and rows of tombstones, reading the names and years off. McAnderson: 1863-1925, Richardson: 1915-2003, and the one that made him stop, Stilinski: 1965-2011 "A Loving Wife, Mother, and Dear Friend. We will all miss you."
Stiles' knees buckled from under him as he collapsed onto his mothers grave, he began to softly sob into his sleeve. It had only been 7 months since she had died. She died on December 27th, 2011. They had spent Christmas in the hospital, trying everything they could to get her better.
"Why did it have to be her?" He thought to himself.
Stiles was usually very hyper. He was diagnosed with ADHD, and he had a bit of a sarcasm problem. But being as small as he is, he has no other form of defense. As he sat there sobbing, he said a soft prayer, praying that nothing happened to his father who was the Sherriff of Beacon Hills. He wasn't even sure if he believed in a God, but it made thinking about his mom a little less painful.
Then he heard a rustling of leaves from behind him. He hadn't noticed until now that a large amount of fog had accumulated around the graveyard...creepy. The rustling happened again, this time on his right side.
Stiles slowly stood up. "Derek, is that...you?" his voice shaking a little.
There was no answer from the woods. "Maybe its just the wind." he thought to himself, knowing that he had felt no air brush against him.
There was the rustling again, and all the sudden out of nowhere, came a bunny, hopping out to the sun.
"Dammit bugs, I ought to cook you for supper, or feed you to Derek as a treat! "He laughed at his dog joke, like always. He was just about to put the yellow daisy's on the grave, when suddenly, everything went black.
*Derek*
As the black Camaro pulled up to the graveyard, Derek peered around to see if he could see Stiles. He didn't want to interrupt if he was at his mothers grave. He opened the door and got out of the car. The wind howled through the trees around him, and a cold chill ran down his spine. He could still smell Stiles' scent, so he knew he had been there.
"Stiles?" he called out as he started walking through the yard, looking around for any sign of the hyperactive teen. There was no answer, no sign that the boy had even been there. When he approached Mrs. Stilinski's grave, he saw the yellow daisy's trampled in a small puddle of blood. Derek didn't need to get closer to smell who's blood, He could smell it from a mile away.
Derek followed the blood trail, until it stopped abruptly at a small creek that ran through the woods behind the graveyard. Using his sense of smell, he continued to follow the scent of his mate, a sent mixed with confusion, pain, and fear. He knew Stiles was still alive, but in grave danger. He had to find him fast...both of their lives depended on it.
As Derek approached an opening in the woods, he heard a sound that would haunt his dreams forever...Stiles' scream. After the scream, the sent stopped. He couldn't hear, or smell Stiles anymore. That could only mean one thing...he was dead. As Derek collapsed to the ground, he slammed his fist into the cold, damp grass, breathing heavy, trying to hold back his alpha rage. As he raised his head to howl, a small salty tear streamed down his face.
*let me know what you think, and if I should post more chapters!:)*