-Chapter Three-

Her eyes flickered open to discover that the house was empty, leaving her alone as she looked down, seeing she was in her same dirty clothes that she had worn since she had appeared in Beacon Hills. Standing up, she watched the door open for Derek to come inside holding a bag, turning around to see Emma standing against the wall.
"You must be tired of wearing those old clothes." He said, walking over to her to hand the bag to her, watching as she tilted her head, slowly looking from him to the bag as she opened it.
"You must read minds," Leaning up, she kissed his cheek before looking at her clothes that he bought her once again, smiling. "'Cause you pick the perfect things to buy and to do."
With Derek pointing her to a room, she walked inside, quickly changed into the purple dress with the sleeves covering her shoulders just enough, pulling a black leather jacket on her skinny body, flipping her hair over it as she pulled out a pair of black leather high heels, at least being a four inch heel that she fit into. Checking herself over, she piled her old clothes into the bag before walking out, finding Derek around the corner.
"How do I look?" She asked, only for Derek to pull her by her back against his body, her laughing as he leaned into her face, kissing her.
"Beautiful." He whispered between kisses as he grasped her back and her neck, leaning her back a little as she wrapped her arms around his back, holding on.
"Derek," She pulled back from his kissing, staring into his eyes as she whispered into his ear, "Can you drive me into town?"
"Anything for you." He whispered back, not asking why she needed to go into town, only grabbing his keys as he took her in his left arm, holding her.
"Thank you." She told him as he walked with her out of the house, over to his car where she sat in the passenger's seat, him getting in the driver's seat.
"Do you need money?" He asked as they were halfway in their drive, just arriving at the store where a couple of the best stores in Beacon Hills were located.
"If you have any. I'll pay you back." Usually she refused to take any money unless she had earned it or she would pay them back, which she had always done.
"Don't worry about it. What's mine is what's yours." Handing her a hundred dollar bill, she kissed his lips, saying a quick "Thank you," before leaving the car, knowing that she would pay him back one way or another.

Finishing her shopping, she had a few pairs of dresses, high heels, sneakers, shirts, jeans, shorts, sweatshirts, a few make up products, shampoo and conditioner, bras, and underwear. Walking down the sidewalk, she felt two hands grab her, pulling her from the sidewalk and into an ally where she was forced against the wall. Dropping the bag, she tried to move, only for a knife to appear next to her throat a raspy voice whispering, "Move and you're dead."
The knife slowly disappeared from her sight as she felt a hand go from her waist, down to her knee where the bottom of her dress was slowly lifted upwards. Slightly moving, his body pressed against her's as he whispered, "It'll only hurt a little. Now, shut up or I'll kill you."
She felt his hand go up further, reaching her underwear as he tugged at the top of it, starting to pull it down as his other hand, the one pushing her shoulder against the wall, moved down the back of her dress, reaching her bra as her hand moved around her, feeling her.
"Please, stop." Her voice was weak as she felt her tears start to come down, her trying to stop crying as she choked on her sobbing.
Suddenly a sharp pain was felt across the side of her thigh as warm blood began to trickle down her leg, the man behind her whispering, "If you speak again or move, I'll make sure that I'll hurt you enough to make you a Jane Doe."
Holding in her crying, she felt the back of her bra cut open, it falling to the ground as he wrapped his hands around her, the sound of his belt buckle being undone as she heard it lower, his pants down to his knees along with his underwear. She felt the knife cut off her underwear, it dropping to the ground as she felt him thrust into her, her squeezing her eyes shut as he roamed inside her. She felt him move around, going into places unknown as he moved his hands down to her waist, holding her steady as he began to ride her. Suddenly he pushed her down to the ground to get into a better position, his hands holding her as he began to get slower and slower, then speeding up. She felt like he would rip her in half, his hands suddenly moving up her body as he felt her, him still inside her as he felt every section of her body. He started to kiss her neck, pulling himself out as he turned her over, kissing her lips before pulling the top of her dress down a little to put his bare chest against her's, still kissing her like he had only a few minutes left. Stopping him from kissing her anymore, he flipped her back over as he rode her for the longest time, visiting every part of her body before pulling out, her completely covered in blood as he kicked her in her stomach.
Leaning down to her ear, he whispered, "This won't be the last time we meet. You were the best I've had this week."
Picking up the evidence of him being there, he kicked her once more before he took her by her hair, slamming her head into the building next to her, knocking her unconscious before taking off, making sure nobody had seen him.

Derek walked down the street, searching for Emma only to discover her in the ally bloody, beaten, and completely broken. Hurrying over to her, he discovered that her bra and underwear was cut off, thrown to the side as her bag was left two feet away from her. Bending down, he discovered what had happened as he began to try and walk her up. Suddenly two bright blue eyes flashed open, looking at the two friendly hazel ones staring back at her.
"Derek?" She whispered, her voice weak as he helped her stand, her completely bloody as she began to cry, looking at what happened.
"Are you hurt at all?" He asked, checking her over to see a few cuts across her thigh, him looking back up as she didn't know what to do, but to stay where she was, afraid.
"Can we go home, please?" She whispered, him grabbing her bag, along with the ripped bra and underwear, before walking with her back to the car.

Home for a good three hours, Emma had fallen asleep, him taking care of her as he cleaned her up, burning the evidence of rape just before he saw Scott arrive at his house. Sighing, he watched as the evidence burned, him putting it out before meeting Scott at the front of his house. Worried about Emma, he decided to make it quick, giving him what he wanted, only in return for a favor later on. Once he had left, he went back inside to see that Emma was still sleeping, probably going to sleep for the whole night and a good portion of the morning.
Hours had passed, him covering Emma up with a blanket as she looked like she was freezing. About two hours later, Derek found himself in the middle of a werewolf fight with Scott who believed that Derek was the one who had killed the bus driver. He wanted to keep things quiet, but he supposed that they got a little loud when he was put through a wall by Scott. When the fight had ended, he had sent Scott home with his favor of having Scott help him defeat the alpha. As soon as he did that, he made sure that Emma was still asleep, which she was, before he sat next to her, putting her head on his lap as he watched over her.
He would never leave her alone again.
Never.