A.N: Sorry it took so long and this one is a bit shorter. Thanks for reviews, adding to favorites and following. I really appreciate it, and I hope you'll like it.

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When you're a kid you believe all sorts of stuff. You believe in magic. You believe in Santa. You believe that wishes come true just because you wanted to enough. You believe that there are monsters under your bed, or that there is a bogyman in the closet who wants to eat you or scare you. As you slowly grow up what you believe in changes. You stop believing in some things finding it silly that you used to in the first place. Your fears seem so pointless and childish now just as your hopes. As you grow up you start to believe in new things, and fear new things as well... You start to fear a lot of new things, but sometimes. Sometimes they aren't new. Sometimes they are the same old monster from under your bed. You just realized that they don't live under your bed anymore. They live all around you. In the dark woods, alleys, hallways or even shadows in your own room. They came be anything and anywhere, and you know that they are waiting for you. They are waiting for you to be alone and defenseless to take and hurt you...

'Hey,' said Scott and very gently brushed your hair as he was going to say his goodbye to you in front of Y/F/N who was still looking confused.

'I'll be at your house by the time you get home, okay?' he asked and you nodded because you didn't have much argument in you. You stepped away from him and silently walked to Y/F/N who took you into her car and drove you home.

'I don't get it?' she asked once again on the ride there.

'Someone took my phone to make a prank on you and you slipped and cracked your forehead?' she asked and you sighed subconsciously touching the sew wound on your forehead.

'I guess. I came there, but you weren't there. It was probably a joke gone wrong so please don't tell my parents it wasn't you, okay?' you asked. Y/F/N was your best friend since diapers. Of course she would lie for you, you lied for her plenty of times when she sneaked her boyfriend into her room at night, but you could tell she was worried. You almost wished you could tell her what happened, but the simple thought of her being just as scared as you freaked you out even more. The only thing stopping you from having a full on panic attack was probably the fact that the vet got you some really good meds.

'Alright, fine, but who would do that? I didn't even notice it was gone until Stiles showed up at my door. I just thought it was somewhere in my room. I definitely need to clean it up more often.'

You nodded looking at the night woods. You were attacked twice now, not to mention Cora...Cora...

'Do you think someone took it in school?' you asked, 'Or your room?'

'That's a creepy thought,' said Y/F/N and you saw how she shivered. No, it was the right choice not to tell her. She couldn't get involved. Right now she was already worried and with a good reason. Someone, the monster got close enough to her to take her phone. Despite often leaving it somewhere phones were pretty much attached to a person's body nowadays. Someone had to get really close to Y/F/N to take it like that.

'Do you think it was douche?' asked Y/F/N suddenly as she got close to your house. You frowned, 'Douche? Why would douche lure me out into the woods?' you asked confused before she sighed, 'Look, don't kill me, but...I did something. Sort of...'

'What?' you asked looking at her worried and suspicious at her. You loved Y/F/N to death and she loved you as well. With that love came the responsibility to beat the shit out of anyone who would hurt one of you. So just as you always stood up for Y/F/N she stood up for you.

She sighed, 'I was shopping with my mom and douche was there with his lacrosse buddies, and not the cool or normal ones like Scott, Stiles or my bae. The assholes, and that prick was going on and on about shit about you and how you will never find anyone and how just BS so I got mad and I told him that you were dating his captain now who got you off like he never could,' she admitted biting her lip. Your eyes were wide open as well as your mouth because that sounded brutal, 'Oh my God, Y/F/N, how could you? Yes, douche is an asshole, but that was cold!'

'I know, I know, but I was pissed and he was trash taking my BF so...,' she sighed, 'Anyway, maybe...maybe he was pissed even more than I thought. Maybe he took my phone and texted you to somehow ruin your date. If he unlocked my phone he would probably see all the text and what was in them,' she said. She had a point. Whoever got into her phone knew exactly what you were doing. They knew that you would come out alone into the dark, but douche? Well, it was dark and unlike the other times you didn't saw that thing, but what would douche have from you getting out in the dark and attacking you. He was an asshole, but physical violent didn't sound like him at all.

She stopped the car in front of your house. You walked outside and wondered if Scott was already in your room despite the fact that you kept the window closed now. You went inside and instantly got shouted at until your parents noticed your forehead. You and Y/F/N easily explained/lied about what happened. Your mother was just glad it wasn't anything serious while your dad didn't seem so convinced, 'Are you sure this has nothing to do with that boy you were out with?'

You gave him a look, 'Dad, no, I slipped and Y/F/N took me to the E.R. I didn't want to wake you guys up. I came from the date hours before.'

'Next time please wake us up. You heard about all those murderers. That killer is still out there,' said your mom and then made you promise you would. You could see your dad was still thinking about something, but you tried to act as casual as possible. Y/F/N hugged you and left after that while your mom helped you to your room. She helped you picked up your pajama clothes and got dressed as if you were a little girl. She softly touched the still sore and swollen forehead before she smiled at you, 'You're still pretty. It will heal before your wedding.' This was an old Russian saying your mom learned from one of her coworkers at her first job and frequently used it when you got bruises as a kid.

You chuckled and she kissed you goodnight before she left. You looked around the room. You wanted to open the window, but after tonight you didn't feel brave enough to do so in the dark. When the door to your bathroom opened you nearly had a heart attack until you heard, 'Don't freak out.'

You sighed your heart already going wild, 'Too late for that.'

Scott came out. He gave you a sympathy look before he walked toward you and hugged you properly for the first time since you woke up.

'Gosh, I was so scared.'

You sighed against him feeling you limbs giving up from everything that happened today from the wonderful date to the nightmarish chase to seeing your former friend alive again. Scott guided you to bed and slowly set you down always keeping at least one hand on you, 'Come on, I'm here.'

You grabbed his shirt and laid your head on his chest focusing on his heartbeat hoping to find some peace in the steady rhythm. He kept you close. He was furious in the moment. Something tried to go after you twice now. It wasn't a coincidence he just knew that there had to be a reason for it and he feared the worse. The only thing keeping him from losing it and wolfing out any second was that you needed him. You, entirely human and soft, and kind, and fragile needed him to be balanced and strong to hold you above the fear and madness of tonight. He hoped that the date would forever stay in your mind by creating an everlasting impression instead the day was brutally marked by another attack.

You felt him kiss the top of your head in a loving manner. You sighed softly against the feeling he brought. Safe. Yeah, you felt as safer as you could after the night you had, but in his arms that's exactly what you felt. You were grateful for it tonight more than ever.

Scott slowly stroked your head, but you still doubted you would be able to fall asleep. You told them all what you knew about what happened. It wasn't much since it was more like you heard and sensed than actually seen anything, but you were certain it was the creepy creature from Heather's house.

'Do you think it's coming after me because I got away?' you asked at one point, and felt Scott tensed against you before he continued, 'I don't know. Maybe.' The truth was Stiles already came up with another theory. His best friend was sure that it was the fact that you were the first target at Heather's party instead of the blonde and that it must have been dumb luck that you got away then, and it had to go for the birthday girl. He didn't say it though. He couldn't. He already hated how you smelled when you were scared, he didn't want to add to your pile. Scott kissed the top of your head, 'Gosh, I was so worried.' It was another dumb luck that Isaac and Derek were in the woods. They were on patrol, and they heard something off near your house again. Derek was just being consistently after what happened on the full moon.

'So are you a part of Derek's pack?' you asked after a while. The silence wasn't bad. It was the comfortable one when you knew you could stay quiet and enjoy each other's presence. Scott shifted a bit looking down at you, 'No, well, we're friends and all...sort of, but no. He's not my alpha or anything.'

You moved a bit to looked into his eyes, 'Yeah? So who's your pack?'

He looked a bit hesitated, 'I kind of don't actually have a pack pack. The close I got is Stiles, Lydia...Allison.'

You nodded slowly, and Scott instantly took it as a bad sign, 'Not like I have her, but-'

'I get it. She was with you through a bunch of supernatural stuff. So yeah, I get it.'

He nodded hoping you weren't jealous or didn't think he was still hung up on her.

'Alright,' he confirmed and you sighed again closing your eyes before you thought you saw something move in the dark you brought and opened them too frightened to close them again.

Scott brushed your hair a bit, 'Can you try a sleep a bit?' he asked, and you shook your head, 'I don't think I can do that. I really don't think I can do that. Tonight.'

'You have to sleep, Y/N. Come on, I'll be here all the time. No one is getting to you again.'

You shook your head, 'It's no use. I still feel like if I close my eyes something bad will happen.'

Scott very gently stroke your cheek, and you hated a bit how a single touch made you weak in your knees after what he did with you over the past couple of weeks.

'For me?' he asked and you looked at him already knowing that you would give in if he was touching you so adoringly and looking into your eyes so lovingly, 'Okay, for you.'

He smiled and gently kissed your temple as you tried to focus on his strong heartbeat instead on the dark around you and what could be hiding inside it. You closed your eyes for a moment. You tried to tell yourself that you could still feel Scott's hand in your hair, his soft breath on your face and his heartbeat against your ear, but it was just not enough. You just still felt like it was not enough. As safe as he made you feel it was not enough and soon you felt your own heartbeat speed up as you recognized in the darkness which your own closed eyes brought the scary face of the monster that took and killed Heather and attacked you.

'Hey, Y/N, it's okay,' whispered Scott, but it was no use as you stood up from the bed and shook your head, 'I just can't.'

He nodded and raised his hands up in a non-threatening way, 'Alright, calm down. It's fine. Let's do something else. How about we just talk for the night? Maybe you will fall asleep without even knowing it?' he asked softly, and as much as you wanted to believe him, you doubted it was possible.

You nodded and returned to Scott who remained on your bed. You sat down and put your head against his chest again sighing, 'I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so much work.'

He pulled you closer, 'Don't say that. Don't ever say that. You're not too much work. You're perfect and what is happening to you, shouldn't. You don't deserve it, alright? This isn't karma or some universal payback you're just unlucky to be a target of whoever is doing it,' he looked you straight into the eyes and in his brown ones you saw determination like never before, 'I will find who's doing this. I swear I will find them and make them stop. I won't let them touch a single hair on your head again. I promise,' he assured you and in that moment with his voice so commanding and brave you believed him. You nodded and reached for him to kiss you softly causing him to realize just how much he would lose if something happened to you. It was unbearable to even think about it.

'Uh, Scott?' You asked after a while again.

'Yeah?'

'Why is Cora Hale pretending to be dead?' you asked and Scott blinked remembering you did say Cora's name before you passed out. He shook his head, 'I don't think she was. From what I know she was saved from the fire, and they kept her hidden because of the hunters,' he explained.

You nodded.

'You two knew each other?'

You nodded again, 'We were friends. Her older sister, Laura, she used to babysit me and Cora. We would play in their backyard in the woods or in ours. We used to be good friends when we were kids. Before the fire. I almost forgot about her a bit you know. With time.'

Scott nodded, 'She looked really sad when she saw you. I think she missed you too.'

You snuggled against him some more, 'I want to talk to her...I don't know what about, but I want to. I wanted to hug her so bad when I saw her, but you all were asking me question like the fact that she was alive wasn't even a bit deal.'

'You will find that when you're in the supernatural world, you shouldn't be too shocked about things.'

I sighed, 'I want to know about your world more. I feel like no matter what I'm being drawn to it so I should know more. I have to know more, Scott.'

He swallowed. The last thing he wanted was to get you more involved, but you were right. It seemed like no matter what you were pulled into the supernatural whether either of you liked it or not. He found himself nodding down at you, 'Alright, how about you try to rest a bit and tomorrow I will answer any question you want maybe even if you're up to it you could meet with Cora?'

You wondered about it. Should you? Sure, the fact that she was alive was like a relief of something you didn't even know you wanted. Cora didn't die in the fire. But the way she looked at you, you had this odd feeling that she didn't really want you around.

'Maybe. If she's up to it that is. I get that right now she wants to be with Derek,' you said and Scott gently stroke your hair nodding as well. You watched as he was looking at you his eyes a bit distant like he was also full of other thoughts and pressed your hand against his chest, 'Hey, I just want you to know that no matter how today ended I love it. I'm not lying today's date was the most amazing one I ever had, and I can't tell you how grateful I am that you made it from me. Everything was perfect. So perfect, I doubt anything will beat it, and I love it. Thank you for today.'

Scott smiled a bit, 'You don't have to thank me. I love that you had a good time. It's all I wanted, and I'm glad you did. I was a bit nervous. I haven't really gone on dates before with Allison things just got bad so fast we didn't do the normal things like dates so I loved it as well. I also loved how vocal you were when I had my tongue inside of you,' he said lowering his voice in a seductive way which made you blush a bit remembering how he got you off like that.

'I'm glad you went on a date with me, Y/N.'

You smiled, 'I hope we'll have more of those.'

'Me too,' he said looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You bit your lip a bit, 'Well, despite all the bad. At least we got to spent tonight together as well.'

Scott watched you for a moment before he pulled you closer to his face and gently kissed you. It wasn't an urgent kiss. It was slow, sweet, and showed you how much he cared for you and you adored him for it. He was a bit lazy as if he knew you had all the time in the world for it. It felt like he was bringing you home. Home, where you knew you were safe no matter what. It was bizarre to you how Scott could manage to look at you and make it hard for you to breath, and yet kiss you so sweetly it calmed your soul in the most beautiful way imaginable.

You sighed against his lips and put your hands into his hair to bring him closer loving how smooth they felt when they tickled your fingers as you brushed through them. Scott put his hands on your back slowly brushing it as you kissed. It was as if you had all the time in the world. If just being with him made you feel better kissing him made you feel like yourself again. It made the shadows less scary. Scott's soft lips against yours erased the terrible thoughts. When he broke the kiss he pulled you a bit higher and you ended up with your chin on his shoulder silent for a moment waiting into you felt a smoothing brush of what felt like the tip of his nose against your neck and the back of your head. You wondered if that was some kind of werewolf thing since it felt so good and calming.

'Scott?' you asked.

'Yes?'

'Tell me a story,' you requested. He was silent for a while before he started to talk. He started to talk about his first day in middle school with Stiles. Of course it ended the both of them in trouble and despite the story easing your nerves it wasn't what content which was important. Scott could have picked up any story in the world and it would help. Sometimes you just meet someone and it's so clear that the two of you on some level belong together. Sometimes it's as lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you're in love or you're partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life and out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. Sometimes someone just comes so unexpectedly into your life like the fresh new wind, they take your heart by surprised and change it from the core forever. As you were drifting into the land of dreams with Scott's soft voice in the background you couldn't help but to be grateful. You were grateful you got Y/F/N to take you to Heather's party, and for her to be on the phone with her boyfriend. You were grateful that douche broke up with you or that you dated him in the first place. You were grateful in that moment for possibly every single mistake you ever made that brought you on the path you chose that night. You ever grateful for every single decision that led you into the kitchen in Heather's house that night because all of it brought you in the end to be in Scott's arms tonight. You shouldn't be grateful about seeing that thing or being a target, but as long as Scott under you with his hands slowly stroking you and his voice in your ear, in that moment you didn't care. You were grateful. As you ever on the edge of completely falling asleep, you realized that Scott started as a stranger, who you now cared for dearly. Funny how that worked. Just as you were completely asleep you remembered your mother's words of encouragement after douche broke up with you. You shouldn't fall in love with people who say the right things, but with those who did the right things. Scott didn't used fancy words to lure you in…he showed you how he felt and made you feel incredibly before his own needs more time than you would ever expect from a teenage boy. When you first started to chat with Scott in that kitchen you didn't want to get involved with anyone. You didn't have the energy after douche, but Scott was completely different with how he acted and how he showed how much he wanted and cared for you. He didn't used words, he used actions, and slowly little by little…you found yourself falling in love. It was the last thing on your mind before you were in the dreamland for good. You fall in love with Scott.

Eventually before you even knew it you fell asleep. However, Scott didn't. He remained awake slowly stroking your hair. Even if you were finally asleep letting yourself get some much needed rest and peace of mind, Scott couldn't find his. In his mind he started to re-live the conversation Stiles was forcing on him about how the problem would have been solved if you weren't a virgin. Since the beginning you made it clear you wouldn't let yourself be pushed if you didn't want to, and he told you several times that he wouldn't push you yet, he found himself actually rethinking Stiles's idea. It would take the target off your back.

You mumbled something in your sleep and before Scott knew it you nuzzled yourself harder against him blindly seeking his warm. It would keep you safe if you weren't a potential target. If the killer was only after virgins and you weren't one, he would leave you alone.

Scott looked at your sleeping face finally losing the worry which was there since they brought you to Deaton's. Could he... He never wanted to be that type like douche or Jackson or some other idiot who would force or blackmail a girl. He despised them, but he really cared for you and you were in danger. In that vulnerable state of his mind a terrible thought crossed his mind. A thought that you might never forgive him if you would find out, but it might keep you safe...The question was would he turn the thought into an action? Would he really try to somehow get you to sleep with him just so you weren't on the hit list? The thought made his stomach turn around, but it was there luring, and he hated himself for it.