Authors Note: I just realized I forgot to mention things that changed! Minor thing was I changed Khloe's car to a BMW Sedan, other than that, I don't think much was changed. If you have a question, leave it in the reviews and I'll answer it start of the next chapter!

My Body is a Cage – Chapter Seven

Khloe groggily opened her blue eyes as she noticed the sky had turned dark. Looking at the digital clock installed into the Camaro's black interior, the young girl realized she'd been asleep for only forty-five minutes. Lethargically, she stretched her tan arms out before her, letting an orgasmic moan escape her lips.

"Mmmm…" Khloe popped her back and then let her body fall limply against the dark seats. "How much longer?"

Derek's eyes shot to the rearview mirror before he turned to the brunette. "Maybe another two or three hours."

"You're seriously going to drive for three more hours? Aren't you tired? I can drive if you want."

"No, I think I'm good," In all honestly, Derek didn't want the young brunette behind the wheel of his precious car. It was his car and if he damaged it, fine, but if Khloe did, he wasn't sure how he'd react.

Derek's eyes went back to the mirror as he made a left turn. Khloe sighed as she stared up at the bright stars above her. "Well, if you get tired, tell me," She had to admit it was kind of nice not fighting with the young werewolf. Ever since the two had had sex the previous night, she couldn't help but feel differently towards him. Like that he was the missing piece she'd been searching for since her dad died.

Khloe couldn't help but notice Derek's light grey-blue eyes dash back to the mirror. He was obviously focused on the car behind the Camaro. "What do you keep looking at? You're freaking me out."

"That car's been following us for a long time now," Derek glanced at his side mirror, trying to make out the shape of the vehicle, but was prevented from the strong headlights that beamed from the mystery car.

"They might just be going this way," Khloe shrugged. She knew Derek was concerned they were being followed by one of the pack members, but she also knew he'd sense it. Then Derek abruptly, turned the wheel as far as he could and turned onto a small dirt road. "What the fuck?!"

The strange car had nearly tipped over after taking the sharp turn, nearly hitting the back of Derek's pristine Camaro. "What the fuck?" Derek got out of the dark car, slammed the door, and walked over to the car. "Oh my fucking God."

"What? Who is it?" Khloe made her way towards the large vehicle and rolled her eyes. "Stiles what the actual fuck?!"

Derek's nostrils flared as he ripped the side door of the blue Jeep opened and dragged the dark haired teenager out of the car. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"What? A guy can't go out driving?" The chatterbox boy asked as Derek grabbed the back of the teenager's collar.

"Not when you're miles away from home," Khloe softly slapped the kid on the back of the head and took a step back away from him, "Let him go Derek."

Derek shoved the teenager away from him and stood next to the brunette girl, feet planted into the ground. "If you don't tell me," The young werewolf shot the dark haired boy a grimacing scowl, "I'm going to rip your throat out."

"I was just out," Derek raised his right hand, showing his pointed claws; "Oh my God he wasn't kidding. Okay…Scott sent me up here."

"Scott sent you up here why?" Khloe couldn't believe her cousin would put his best friend in danger like this. It was extremely irresponsible and immature of her kid cousin.

"He sent me to come up here and make a sex tape with you guys. No, he just wanted me to follow you."

"Follow us?" Khloe raised her eyebrows, suddenly becoming a bit paranoid to what Stiles might have seen. "What'd he think we were gonna do?"

Stiles rolled his eyes and shifted uncomfortably. "You know…He's just being concerned because you two are… young, attractive people who just so happen to hate each other, and you're alone up here together."

"That's just great," Derek sighed, "If a damn human can track us, a vicious wolf pack certainly can," Suddenly there was a soft howl that appeared to be coming from the woods, not too far from them. Derek and Khloe rolled their eyes as Derek stepped closer to the young boy, "You know what; you're a fucking idiot because now you've wasted even more time. Just go get in your damn car and stay behind me."

Derek dragged the young brunette back to his car and took off down the road. Khloe shifted awkwardly as she began to ask, "Do you think he saw anything?"

The raven haired werewolf shot her a sideways glance, "I think we have bigger concerns right now as opposed to if a teenager knows if we had sex or not."

"What if he tells Scott? He already hates me. And if he finds out you fucked me, he's going to try and kill you too," Khloe was beginning to get nervous. He heart was pounding; she could only hope her kid cousin wouldn't find out.

"Khloe, sweetheart, calm down," Derek seemed surprised by his own choice in words, "Your heart sounds like it's going to explode."

He called me sweetheart. Khloe felt her heart skip a beat while she blushed, "Yeah," She absentmindedly began to fiddle with the heart necklace that was still chained around her neck. Feeling a sudden twinge of mixed emotions, she let the necklace fall back against her chest.

"Hey," the dark haired werewolf shot her an encouraging smile, "Even if does try to kill you, I won't let him."

Khloe smiled and turned to face the window. She couldn't believe Derek's kind behavior towards her. That was a feeling she'd missed from her days with Grant Watson. He had made her feel like she was the only girl in the world, and now Derek was giving her the same sensation.

"You know," Derek began as he kept his eyes on the dark road, "about last night-"

Suddenly, the raven haired man slammed on his brake, barely hitting a lump in the road. "What the hell is that?!" Khloe screamed when all of a sudden the big blue Jeep behind them rammed into the Camaro.

Derek's eyes widened as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh no that fucking idiot did not just hit the back of my car."

Derek and Khloe both hopped out of the Camaro and ran towards the dark bulge that moaned in the middle of the roadway. "Did you hit him?" Stiles asked as he took a step away from Derek and towards Khloe.

"No," Derek snapped but turned to face the chatterbox, "But you hit my car."

"We don't have time for that! Help me get him into the car!" Khloe bent over to lift the man with Derek's help.

"Wait," The man moaned he obviously had a distinct Irish accent, "No I'm o'kay."

"Sir, you're hurt," Khloe took another step towards the Camaro when Derek stopped, "What?"

Derek looked down at the dark haired man, "Kegan?"

The bright light from the Camaro's headlights revealed the man's light blue eyes. "Derek Hale?"

Derek placed the man steadily on his feet, to which the man responded by giving the young werewolf a large bear hug. "Well Hale it's been years! I haven't seen you since you were about a foot shorter!"

"Yeah, it's great to see you too, but Kegan, we're kind of on the run from this pack-"

"You haven't gotten yourself mixed up with Luther, have you?" The Irish man asked as he watched his wound began to heal.

Derek shot the brunette next to him a glance, "No, but she has."

Kegan eyed the girl for a moment and smiled, obviously liking what he saw. "Well, what's your name?"

"We don't have time for chit-chat," Derek growled defensively, "We need to get back on the road."

"Not this dark, you know Luther's a better hunter at night. I've got a place out in the woods for you and your mate to stay at," Kegan looked back over his shoulder in the westward direction, "You better hurry too, I think I sense 'em."

"She's not with me," Derek kept the same hard stare as the Irish man smiled, "But I also need room for the other one," Derek still had a hint of bitterness in his tone. He hadn't even gotten around to checking the damage.

"That's fine; I've an extra bedroom and a pull out couch. You wouldn't mind hitching me a ride, would ya?" Derek nodded in agreement explaining he'd think it'd be best if the werewolf rode with the teenager.

"You sure Derek," Stiles started, a little uncomfortable letting a strange werewolf in his blue Jeep, "You know I think it'd be best if he rode with you, you know that way you two could catch up."

"No, I think he should ride with you Stiles," Derek smiled as she slid into the Camaro and rolled his eyes to the brunette. "Kegan's going to hit on you all night."

Khloe shrugged, "I've gotten used to it."

"I don't blame him though," Derek waited for the Jeep to pass before he followed into the woods, "You're a good looking young woman."

Khloe blushed and she looked away from him. They spent the next couple minutes in silence, driving through the forest, until the Jeep pulled up to a cute home surrounded by various species of vines and other plant life. Derek hopped out of the car and helped his friend hop to the front door. Kegan shook him away while he typed in a multiple digit combination, and then opened the door wide enough for the trio to fit.

"Any of you hungry?" The Irish werewolf locked the door back and made his way into the kitchen, "I know I'm starved."

"What happened to you Gallagher?" Derek asked as he sat down on the lumpy, patched sofa next to Khloe. The raven haired werewolf stretched his arm out behind her, but was careful not to make any contact with her body.

"Got into a little fight with an old friend that was passing through, no big deal, the wounds are all healed. What have you been up to Hale? I heard about your family, that's tragic," The Irish werewolf, who was probably in his early thirties, sat down on the opposing couch, leaving a space between he and Stiles.

Derek shrugged, "Well, I'm sure you heard about Laura."

Kegan nodded apologetically, "That must have been hard."

"It hasn't been easy, but it's fine," Derek seemed to not even have been effected by the loss of his sister. Yes, he mourned, but he had to move on. "But, I'm back in Beacon Hills. That's basically it."

"Why are you out looking for Luther Wells?" Kegan took a sip of his tea and eyed the werewolf suspiciously.

"It's complicated," Derek's eyes moved around the small, enclosed room, "What about you? Last I heard you were in Ireland."

"Yes," The Irish man shifted setting his cup on the small wooden coffee table, "I'm not exactly favored back home. Got into some trouble with a pack similar to Luther's. You remember Eion Flanagan? He's gone dark side."

"Eion? Seriously? What happened?"

"Hoyt died, so Eion became top alpha – power obviously got to his head. Speaking of alphas, a little birdy told me there's a new alpha around," Kegan eyed the raven haired werewolf, "Don't ever become like Eion, Derek."

Derek stood and walked towards the door, "Hey Kegan, why don't you show me that little river you got down there? It's looks interesting," The Irish werewolf took the hint to leave, and followed Derek out of the small house.

"Well," Stiles began, "He seems-"

"What do you know?" Khloe asked sharply. All she could do was count her blessings that the young teenager hadn't witnessed anything that could get her in trouble with her cousin.

"I know that a Kangaroo can't walk backwards."

"Stiles, don't be a smartass for five minutes. What do you know?"

Stiles sighed, "Not much. I just followed you guys around, in case you haven't noticed, I wasn't gifted with super human sense unlike Mr. Sour Alpha."

"So, what did you see?" Khloe was becoming less nervous about what the boy knew.

"I saw you guys get a motel, then you two fought, then you got in the car. After that Derek went into someone's house."

"Anything else?"

"If you're trying to figure out if I saw that kiss or not, you can just ask," Stiles shot her a look and then a smirk. "I know you got laid," He laughed to himself.

"Shut up," Khloe felt her cheeks burn as she looked away from the teenager.

"Did you like it?" Stiles couldn't help but enjoy the conversation. He got a real kick out of seeing the color in Khloe's cheeks turn a darker shade of red. "Did it feel goooood?"

"You're such a fucking child," Khloe spat, "You better not tell Scott, or I'll kill you personally."

"Why would I tell Scott, psshh."

"Because he sent you up here to see if we had sex you little bitch," Khloe pointed to the knife that was concealed underneath her jeans when Derek walked through the door.

"I think we should probably all get some sleep," He turned to the Irish werewolf, "You said you have an extra bedroom? Stiles and Khloe will take it; I'll stay on the couch."

"Oh no," Stiles smirked as he stretched out on the couch, "I've already claimed it. I don't think you two will have a problem sharing a bed, will you Khloe?"

Khloe scowled at the teenager. She knew there was no point arguing with him, and in all honestly, Khloe kind of wanted to sleep with the raven haired werewolf next to her. She'd know she'd feel much safer with him sleeping beside her. With that, Khloe made her way up the small staircase, Derek not far behind.

The bed was a good size; they wouldn't have to be touching as long as they stayed on their own sides, "I can take the floor," Derek offered, "If that'll make you more comfortable."

"No, it's fine. We slept together once," Khloe walked off towards the corner of the room, her back facing the werewolf, and stripped herself of her shirt. Derek felt the desire to grab the young woman and toss her down on the bed, but he fought it, trying to tame the animal.

Once Khloe had her bra removed and placed on the ground, Derek ripped his shirt off and held it out towards her back, "Here."

Khloe whirled around, exposing her bare chest, to which Derek looked away quickly, not wanting the desire to grow anymore. Khloe slowly lifted her arms above her head and began to pull the shirt over her bare breasts. The young werewolf gulped as the girl took another step towards him. He could see his arms reach out in front of him, grabbing the brunette's waist and pulling her into him. His lips went straight to her neck, kissing her pulse point. Khloe let out a moan of pleasure as she grabbed a fistful of the young werewolf's hair. Derek allowed himself to fall backwards on the lumpy bed and rubbed down the girl's sides while she began to unbutton the werewolf's pants. Derek ripped his shirt off of the girl and tugged on her belly button ring with his teeth like he had the night before, followed by kissing her stomach until he rolled himself on top of her. Khloe nibbled on the young werewolf's shoulder just as the door began to open.

"Oh, oh my God!" Stiles shrieked as he quickly closed the door. "Hey, if you guys could just put on some clothes, I have a question."

Khloe screeched as she reached down to grab the dark shirt Derek had let her borrow and slid it on over her messy hair. Derek walked over to the door and opened it, "What," He growled at the teenager.

"Oh God, sorry, just trying to get over being scarred for life, but uh I was just wondering if we were going home tomorrow because you know my dad is the sheriff and all-" Derek slammed the door shut and walked back over to the bed, where Khloe was tucked under the covers.

Derek slid under the patched quilt and stared at the ceiling. He was just about to have sex with Khloe Parker again. The first time he thought he was just being lustful, but throughout the day he began to crave the sensation of the young brunette fulfilling his sexual needs.

No, that wasn't how he felt. He didn't feel anything about Khloe Parker. But, he knew that was a lie. Derek knew he constantly felt the need to make sure the brunette was safe.

Derek rolled over facing the wall; he could feel the young girl's back gently brush against his every time she took a breath of air. He could get used to falling asleep to the sound of her rhythmic heartbeat, it soothed him.

The sound of a polyphonic ringtone jerked the brunette awake as she looked around the room for the cause of the noise. That's when she heard the young teenager's voice in the room below say, "Hey Scott."

Khloe's heart stopped as she heard her cousin's name. She turned to face the sleeping werewolf, who was deep into his sleep, and then decided to make her way down the stairs.

"You'll never guess what – Oh Khloe! Hi! What- what are you doing awake?" Stiles tried to cover the phone with his free hand.

"I could be asking you the same question," The brunette reached out towards the dark haired teenager, snatched the phone, and threw it out the open window. "I will kill you."

"Come on, that phone cost me a lot," Stiles whined as he watched the rain hit the ground outside. He knew he phone probably wasn't going to be able to be used again.

"Go the fuck to sleep," Khloe snarled as she made her way back up the stairs. As quietly as she could, Khloe opened the door, trying to prevent the creak from waking the sleeping young man. She began to walk the couple feet back to the bed, when two small red lights caught her attention out the window. She blinked, only to see the two beams had disappeared from the forest. Shaking her head, she got back under the blanket, and began to find a comfortable position with disturbing the werewolf.

When she had finally found a spot, a low growl caused her to jerk her eyes back open. She tried to convince herself that Derek had just stirred in his sleep, that was until she heard it again, this time from the corner of the room. Daring herself to check, Khloe turned and saw the silhouette of a large wolf like animal with beaming red eyes. Khloe gasped, but when she blinked, the creature was gone. Convincing herself her mind was playing tricks on her, Khloe tucked the blanket up to her chin, waiting to fall asleep.

Then, Derek began to stir, but instead of waking, he rolled over, facing the brunette's back and draped his arm around over her. Khloe smiled to herself as the young werewolf rested his chin gently on her shoulder. She loved the feeling of his breath hitting her neck, it made her feel safe. It actually gave her a feeling she hadn't felt since she realized her dad was never coming back.

And she liked it.

Khloe stretched her arms out before her, rolling over to see Derek still asleep next to her. The light from the sun shone into the room, causing her to shield her eyes. She'd considered waking the young man, who had his face shoved into a pillow, but decided she'd let him sleep.

After brushing her teeth, Khloe made her way into the hallway, suddenly realizing she was the first one awake. Khloe lethargically made her way down the stairs, rubbing her eyes as she went. As soon as Khloe's foot hit the tile, she felt a slippery substance beneath her. Looking down, she noticed a trail of red blood leading out the window and into the woods.

Khloe felt her heart drop into her stomach as she ran into the living room, "Stiles?" She called frantically running around the small house, "Stiles?!"

Authors Note: Alright guys, so school starts tomorrow *wish me luck*, and I'm going to try and write chapter 8 before I go to sleep, but if it doesn't get posted, I'll try for tomorrow!

Thanks for reading :)

- Victoria