Derek looked back to make sure Stiles was still following. Indeed, his mate was hot on his heels. Stiles' eyes flashed amber and Derek's blinked red in response. They kept running. There was nothing but the moon above them and the hunters behind them. It had to be at least three in the morning- no one else was around.

"Come on. The forest-" Derek gasped. He could see that he wasn't the only one who had a stitch in his side.

"Yeah." Stiles gasped back, both of them breathless and flagging.

So into the forest they crashed. The trees were young and close together here, and the darkness hid them only somewhat effectively. But they kept going. They couldn't stop, not here. They'd die. Neither of them had killed anyone, but Chris and Kate and eight others were coming for their heads.

Derek's hand flashed out as Stiles stumbled, catching him and steadying him as they ran. Derek didn't dare look back.

They broke into a clearing splashed with moonlight. In it stood a house. Through seemed easier than around, would obscure the view of the hunters for a bit and give them a moment to rest. Derek went inside at the same time as Stiles did, closing the door behind them as they both squeezed through.

Though the outside was bathed with the light of the almost full moon, there were no windows inside. It was pitch black. Even their wolf eyes could not help them here. Trying to breathe quietly, the two made their way cautiously down the hall, feeling with their feet for safe passage. Though the house appeared to have two stories, Derek didn't think there were any stairs. And obviously it had to have rooms, but the hallway was only a hallway. There was no turn off.

Stiles went on ahead as Derek watched out the door. The hunters were getting closer.

"Derek?" Stiles hissed. They'd both nearly recovered their breath by now.

Derek's head snapped around and he looked to Stiles, who he could barely see at the end of the hall. He realized something. The hallway wasn't black because there were no windows. It was black because it was painted that way.

He went to Stiles, who looked scared more than anything. Derek looked where Stiles was pointing. There was a ninety degree turn in the hallway, and when they looked around it at the end of the hall was a white door. It was lit brightly from inside, and on it in hot pink spray paint was written DUDE, and an arrow underneath that pointed to the left into an open doorway hat seemed to be a kitchen, from what Derek could see.

Derek nodded his head in a 'come on' gesture. They started down the hallway. Stiles' hand flashed out, taking ahold of Derek's and lacing their fingers together.

"Hold my hand." It was supposed to be a demand, but Stiles' voice wavered a little. He was scared.

Derek held it.

As they neared the door, Derek could make out the form of a man, head bent and shoulders hunched as he leaned against the left wall. Derek pressed close to Stiles, guiding his mate around the man even as he slipped into the kitchen and Derek couldn't see him anymore.

Neither Stiles nor Derek said a word, but how cold it was, all Derek would think was that it was a ghost. They opened the door and scurried out, hands still clasped. There was a car. Lo and behold- Stiles ran to the driver's side, yanking the door open, and felt in the ignition for a key as Derek kept a lookout.

"There's no key." Stiles hissed.

"Come on- we gotta go." Derek urged back. The hunters were almost upon them.

They ran again, and Derek reached out because he could barely see. Stiles had been feeling for him, too. They grabbed hands again. And they ran and they ran and ran. But the hunters were always getting closer.

Derek started to transform. All fours would be easier to run with. Stiles got the message and he started to transform, too. Their paws hit the ground, one great big black wolf and a slightly smaller tawny one.

And they ran and ran and-

AN: This is a bigger story that I broke up into chapter sized chunks. Sorry for any sort of confusion that may occur! ^^;;