Xx Sorry for the long wait! Thanks for those staying with it! :DD Also, Stiles' POV Is a bit short! Thanks for reading! This has skipped ahead to around season 2 I think so Spoiler Warning? c: xX
Hana's POV
"I never thought this would even need to be discussed in the first place, Derek," I say. He leans back, his red eyes flashing. Derek is power hungry, though he denies it, and creating werewolves non-stop. Not to mention there is something going on, nobody will tell me what. Scott doesn't know what it is, but he knows something is wrong. Gaige and Derek know, but their one common interest is keeping me out of everything. They don't think I am strong enough to be apart of their world. They don't think I can handle anything alone.
"You say you feel it in the air? Well someone is here. They are coming at the Argent funeral and you cannot say you are close to me. You cannot say anything," he orders. I put my head in my hands and he sits down beside me.
"You are putting these teenagers at risk," I tell him.
"I am putting you at risk," he corrects. I look over at him, and for one of the first times ever, I see tears building up in his eyes. My stomach turns.
"Look, Derek we have been there for each other forever. I helped you stand after Paige. I helped you just as much as you help me. I can take care of myself. Their just hunters and I am just a human." I grab his leg, locking my eyes with him. He kisses me and I feel him. His emotions and a salty tear that gets locked inbetween our cheeks.
"He won't care," he whispers. He stands up. "You need to leave." I widen my eyes. "Get out!" Slowly, I stand up and walk towards the door. I don't slam it, I don't yell hateful words, because I hurt too much to do anything but let tears fall down my face.
"Thank you for helping my family with our financial issues. Your services are no longer needed nor welcome," I say, trying to keep a steady voice. I close the door softly and stumble to my car. Blinking a couple times, the tears stop. They have to stop. Fixing my makeup, I leave the house and decide to visit Lydia at the hospital. My mind needs to be elsewhere because I can't...think about him. It kills me inside.
Cop cars surround the hospital. I jump out of my car, attempting to hide my tears and utter fear. I see Sheriff Stilinski talking quickly to some other cops. Stiles and Scott stand impatiently beside him, exchanging an excessive amount of nervous glances. Scott notices me, and does a little head nod towards me. He tries to make it nonchalant, but Stiles is off in another world. Scott grabs Stiles' face and turns it towards me. I try to move forward, but I am frozen. Somehow I know she is gone, like her presense is missing. Maybe I am going crazy, trying to make myself special when I am not. Stiles and Scott stride to me.
"What happened?" I ask softly. "She is gone, isn't she?"
"How did you know?" Scott questions with one eyebrow raised. Stiles glares at him, nudging Scott a bit. Scott looks at Stiles quizically.
"Hana, my dad will find her, I know it," Stiles promises, in a pained voice. I can tell he is afraid too. I want to embrace him, but it seems a bit innopropriate. Also, it may be just a tiny bit awkward with Scott watching me intensly.
"I don't doubt it," I whisper. My voice is croaky and ugly. Sherriff Stilinksi moves to us. His eyes are set primarily on Stiles with a rage in his step and his brows furrowed.
"Scott...Stiles," he begins. Stiles jumps a bit. "I think you shouldn't bother her." I shrug.
"It is fine, Sheriff. Believe it or not, they are not too bad at making me feel better" I tell him, managing to get some courage in my voice. That isn't the total truth, but they were trying. Stiles is at least, Scott seems a bit suspicious of me. I don't think he realizes I know his secret and he probably doesn't know about Derek. Scott would probably be even more suspicious if he found out about Derek. Nobody is too fond of Derek...especially Scott.
"I can give you a ride, if you like," the sheriff says, his thumbs through the belt loops on his pants. I have known Sheriff Stilinski for years and it is obvious he is getting a bit uncomfortable. He hides it well, his face plastered with a mask of "everything is still okay". But just like Stiles, he is still devastated. That little twitch of pain. They miss her so much.
"No, it's fine. Stiles' said he would drive me," I say. Stiles looks at Scott, then me.
"I- uh-" Stiles starts.
"Stiles, you didn't bring your Jeep anyways," Scott says. For some reason, Scott decides to trust me with his best friend. That has to be a good thing. Stiles and I get in my car and begin to drive away, when finally Stiles asks me.
"Wait, if I am driving you home, how will you get your car back? Should I drop myself off? Or should I give it back at school?" Stiles rambles as I direct him the final turn to my street. He comes to a stop at my drive ways, shooting many options at me.
"You can just stay at my house until your dad is free to pick you up," I suggest. After a moment of silence sitting in the car, I turn to look at him. He is frozen for some reason, his Adam's apple twitch from a heavy gulp. Trying to figure out what he is afraid of, I look around the car. "You okay, Stiles?" He nods slowly. I smile at him and we head inside my house.
Stiles' POV
OH GOD. I am in her house, I AM IN HER HOUSE. I am in Hana Kraftig's house. What do I do? Do I hold her hand? Do I go in her room? No I shouldn't go in her room. She could have bras on the floor, or makeup. Whatever girls keep on their floors, private stuff. I stuff my hands and let Hana lead the way.
"I brought a friend," she yells in a harsh unhappy tone. She leads me down a hall and opens a wooden door. My stomach begins turning as I begin to realize it is her room. I freeze, unsure if I should wait for her to come back out again. She laughs, a quirky, hiccup kind of laugh.
"Uh, you want me to wait?" I ask, wiping the sweat off my neck with my hand.
"You can come in! There isn't a black hole in here," she laughs. I shake my head as I carefully step into her room. Clothes are scattered around the room and a few movie posters decorate the walls. A small, hand crafted wooden desk sits in the corner of the room next to an old, small TV. Her bed is a little bigger then twin sized.
"If there was a black hole, all your stuff would be sucked in," I say. She sits on the floor, clearing off a spot for me on the ground next to her.
"You're a dork," she scoffs. I look at my feet as I sit down, twiddling my thumbs. She punches me gently.
"Hey, be careful with me. I don't have much muscle, if you haven't noticed," I tell her. She laughs again, which makes me smile. Her laugh is so awkward and not normal. She covers her mouth everytime, trying to muffle the sound.
"Eh, muscley guys aren't really my type anyways. Sarcastic, smart, a little cuteness wouldn't hurt. The real muscley guys tend to be pretty cocky, in both ways," she says, a bit sadly as if recalling something. I do a little half smile.
"Well, I am definately not sarcastic," I tell her sarcastically. She does a little half smile, her long eyelashes fluttering as she blinks.
"Well, you definately aren't cute either." She has to have said this sarcastically. Nobody thinks I am cute, at least I don't think so. I am too...dorky. Her cheeks blush and she closes her eyes for a moment. Her face turns pale and I swear I can see here heart beating under her shirt. Under her shirt...
"Are you okay?" I manage to ask. The door swings open.
"I assume you are the reason the wonderful sheriff is at my door," a deep voice says lightheartadly. It must be Gaige, Hana's older brother. I stand up quickly, a quick rush of fear spreading throughout me. I don't know what about him scares me. His deep, scratchy voice, maybe the tilt of his head, or it could be that smirk that reminded me of Derek. Derek always brings a beautiful jolt of hate to my body. I hear my dad's distant laugh. Gaige keeps his glare on me as I practically run out of Hana's room.
"See ya," Hana says softly. I nod, afraid to mutter a word to her around Gaige. I go out the door and jump in the car. Dad stays inside, talking to Gaige a bit. They share a laugh and Dad shakes Gaige's hand. Gaige glares at me in a way that I have only seen a werewolf do on the full moon.
Then I see something, just as he is shutting the door. I must have imagined it, with all that adreneline, happiness and fear. Something to do with my ADHD. It couldn't have been, but his eyes...his eyes. I remember before, before Derek became the alpha, his eyes glowed this blue. A cold, stare blue that chilled everything in the room when his eyes flashed. When his face morphed into that wolf and his fangs erupted from his gums, his eyes were the things that scared me. Gaige's eyes shifted.
His eyes glowed blue.