Heres another chapter, probably going to be only one more if that...

Lydia woke halfway once when; she felt herself be shifted and gripped the fabric in her hand tighter, a second time when she felt the fabric pried from her hand. Somewhere in subconscious she knew this displeased her, and made her feel alone. Being alone had been a terrible blessing these past few days. It meant no prying eyes, but it also meant he could get her, and there was no one to stop him. Whatever escaped her hand, she somehow knew it could keep her safe, she just couldn't recall exactly what it was as she drifted between states of consciousness, and eventually fell to the side of sleep.

She was awakened once more, briefly when she felt something fall over her lightly, it's warmth made her realize how cold she'd been, and she let the new comfort lull her back to sleep. Her mind still searching for an image to put with the sanctuary she felt with whatever this was.

Derek slipped away from Lydia with a plan, he shifted and sprinted his way to a new destination. A house, one he'd been to before. He easily scale the wall to the window he was aiming for, popped it open and slid in, reverting back to human. His dark eyes flickered around the room, and fell on the figure in the bed across the room. He stepped silently over to it, pushed the shoulder of the teenage boy asleep in it, though not soundly by the looks of it.

"Stiles…" he whisper loudly. Stile's eye lids rose sleepily, Derek's blurred face became clear and they flew the rest of the way open.

Stiles shot up and started to scramble away from Derek, falling off the other side of his bed, "Jesus, Derek, what the hell?" he snapped, looking over his bed to were Derek stood on the other side.

"Its Lydia." He said.

"What?" Stiles leapt clumsily to his feet. "Where? Did you find her? Is she okay? Talk to me Derek!" he whisper yelled.

"Yes I found her, now lets go." he head to and out the window he came in. Stiles walked over, looked out and down at where Derek stood looking up at him.

"Yeah… I'm gonna just…take… the front door…" he said, grabbed a sweatshirt and ran from his house, he and Derek got in the Jeep and he speeded to the hospital per Derek's instructions. They pulled around it and got out, Derek ran, with Stiles barely keeping up, to where he'd left Lydia.

"Oh my god… Derek! You left her out here in the woods, by herself, asleep on the ground!" Stiles snapped in disbelief. One of those dark looks from Derek were enough to shut him up and he made his was quickly to Lydia's side.

"Lydia." He said genteelly, and shook her shoulder. Her eyes blinded open slowly and she looked up at him, confused.

"Wheres Derek?" she asked drowsily.

Stiles was frustatedly lost for words for a moment, she never cared that he was there, "He-" Stiles glanced over his shoulder to find him gone, "gone… he brought me here and now hes gone." Stiles sighed. This information seemed to not please her.

"Can you walk?" he asked

"I'd rather not…" she responded crisply.

Stiles stifled a sigh, "Okay, wait here. I'm gonna run back to my car, grab my phone and call help so we can get you back to the hospital." He said standing.

"Just stay right there, okay?" He said, stepping backwards as he spoke.

"Yeah…" she nodded, rolling her eyes. He took off running back toward his jeep hoping he didn't get lost.

Lydia watched him go and sat up, pulling Derek's leather jacket on properly and zipping it up. She pulled her knees to her chest and fought the urge to shiver. It was freezing. She looked up as she heard a rustle and thick breathing. What she saw was not an out of breath Stiles returning with help, but that man, the one who attacked her and bit her. She let out a shriek and took off running, he chased her, she could hear it even if she was too afraid to look back and see. She ran as hard as she could but the whole time she could feel him right no her heels, until she finally collided with something that made her stumble back to a hault.

It was Derek, she threw herself at him hiding her face in his chest, "Derek please! Please stop him! Hes gonna kill me, I don't wanna die." She sobbed in his chest.

"Hes not there Lydia. Hes gone." Derek said, awkwardly trying to comfort and calm her.

"No! he'll get me! You can't leave! He stays away where you're here so stay with me!" she close to shrieked.

Derek sighed, "Lydia, look at me," he tilted her face to look at his, "Hes gone, hes never coming back. He is gone forever." He said clearly and forcefully.

"Then why do I keep seeing him?" she demanded,

"Its just your mind playing tricks on you." She said.

"Well the tricks don't happen with you're around." She said and buried her face in his shirt, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. Derek sighed and awkwardly patted her back, not know what else to do at this point.

Hope you guys liked it!

-Ancell