Skin. A soft and sweet thing. Hands grazing down his back. Slowly feeling him as his penetration deepens. A thing that no one could understand unless it was love.

His lips grazed her neck, feeling it softly and gently biting innocently as she let out a moan. His stubble ever so calming as it touches her neck. The sweet feelings of the perfect fate that was seen by all. The sweat becoming no more than a final consultation for the perfect night. In the window a full moon raises high into the sky.

Claire threw her head back as Derek kissed her chest. The perfect way to make it a perfect night. His breath on her skin like the wind through the trees. A sensation of satisfaction and lustful feeling. What was always there but never came to life. Yet here it was. So real, so perfect, so romantic. A sudden pause in action had a lust fill Claire curious. She looked down to see Derek pausing by her stomach. She slowly rose up her naked body looking at him. His head slowly rose to meet her eyes. His eyes glossy and bright blue in the darkness. Lust turned to worry and worry turned too frightened.

Claire covered her mouth with her hand as Derek's face began to take a new form. A wolf form. Hair began to grow on the sides of his face, his teeth got sharper, his breathing ever so deeper. A slight look of panic sunk into his eyes. A look of panic wanting to tell her to run and hide and get away from him. But no words came out. Suddenly, his arch between his eyes began to grow and arch itself deeper. Claire went to place a hand on his shoulder, hoping to calm him. His hand shot up and gripped his arm, his nails digging into her arm as they grew sharper and longer. Claire glared at it in horror. She looked back at him. A sudden burst came from his head as he looked at her and gave out a gut wrench howl as he jumped at her with his mouth open, ready to take a bite. Everything went black.

Claire quickly burst from her bed. Sweat dripping down from her hair. Her breathing heavy and unwelcoming. Daylight shawn through her windows. It was a dream. The fourth one she has had since she returned back from Spain. She quickly began to rub her head. She looked up and threw the covers to the side before heading to the bathroom. She ran the tap and cupped her hands together under the cooled water before splashing it into her face. Claire looked at herself in the mirror. She could see the terror and the worry that painted her face. She gulped back and let out a sigh.

After looking in the mirror for what seemed like ages, Claire made her way to the living room. Everything was back in place. Except her files. All her cases and evidence was gone. That's what saddened her the most. All her hard work and progress was burnt away in a pile that still remained in the trash can beside her desk. Her computer and hard drive, gone.

Claire made her way to her desk and sat down. She had gotten a new computer. An apple desktop. She wasn't used to it yet and it still annoyed her more than anything. She moved the mouse to her mail and opened it. There sat an email from Eloah, the commonly known God. Claire rolled her eyes at the thought of it and opened the email. It stated as follows:

Parisa Aldwin,

I understand the need for living and the need for an angels need for fulfillment. Looking into your files and thinking to the information I had given you. I have decided you are in need of the Hale house arson file. So here it is.

PS. Don't forget our deal. What you give to me, I give back. An angel can't fly without its wings.

Claire sighed. Slightly annoyed with her new contract with him but also rather happy to get her file back. There was still more she had to examine and after the dreams she has been having, she wanted to know as much as she possibly could. It was a matter of life and death and ultimately sanity. Suddenly, Claire heard a burst from her front doors. She paused and glared as she saw Stiles and Scott stumble into her apartment, both out of breath. Claire gave them a look. Stiles gave a smile and waved.

"What? You guys don't know how to knock?" Claire asked as she rolled her eyes. Scott and Stiles gave a look.

"We have an issue," Scott began. "Well a few issues."

"We may or may not have gotten Derek arrested a few days ago and we may or may not have found evidence that he killed his own sister," Stiles said, biting his lips as he looked at Claire. Claire glared at them as if they we're truly stupid.

"Evidence? What evidence?" Claire asked.

"We found his sisters dead body, torn in half pretty much and buried in a hole. Right outside his house," Stiles informed. Claire shook her head.

"So because the body was outside the house you assume, HE killed her?" Claire asked leaning forward over her desk. Scott and Stiles looked at each other.

"Well it sounds stupid when you put it like that," Scott replied with a mumble. Claire rolled her eyes.

"Well whatever happens with your number one fan Derek will be dealt with later. Now what else happened?" Claire asked.

"I-I had a dream. Me and Allison were in a school bus and I killed her…. In wolf form. At school today, there was an accident in a bus. The driver was injured and I think-"

"It wasn't you Scott," Claire sighed. Scott looked at her confused.

"How would you know?" Scott asked, shocked.

"Because I can't smell any blood on you. Not human at least. You didn't do it besides, the alpha is still at large and we have yet to find him," Claire said as she leaned back in her chair.

"Speaking of which, you haven't exactly been much help with that," Stiles said, getting closer to her. Claire looked up at him.

"What? You think I can find him in a matter of seconds? It's not that easy to find an alpha, trust me," Claire said. She began to think back to the name. Before she could say anything about her information, she had to prove it first.

"What do we do till then?" Scott asked. "What if more people die?" Claire looked at him and sighed.

"The only thing I really found is that each victim has one connection. The Hale house arson. Whoever is killing these people, alpha or not, it's doing this out of revenge for pretty much looking the other way," Claire informed. Scott and Stiles froze for a moment before looking at one another.

"Derek! He has to be the one killing these people!" Scott said.

"No. Derek was in jail at the time of the bus drivers attack right?" Claire said. Scott and Stiles shrugged. "Really? Well from what it seems you guys have nothing on him besides the fact that he's a Hale. If you guys can find something solid against him, let me know and we will deal with him together. Understand?" The two nodded. "Good now get out of my apartment."

Nighttime soon struck the town of Beacon Hills. A full moon stood outside Claire's window as she glared upon the case file of the Hale House Arson. She read it over and over again. Pondering upon the name, the ones responsible and the murders that somehow connected to this case. It bothered her in to many ways. She wanted one thing. Find out what happened, who was responsible and who was taking revenge on those involved in any way at all with the arson. Thought soon became over bearing and Claire decided she had enough. She grabbed her bag and her car keys and made her way to her Mercedes Benz. She was going to the Hale house and she was going to find out the truth.

A few miles from the house, Claire parked her car. She decided it was best to continue her travel on foot. She figured during the full moon, Derek and any other monsters would be out and about. Hopefully. She began to trail through the trees. Each tree looking exactly like the last. The forest floor seemed dark. Small bits of light shimmered down on the leaf and dirty covered ground. Each step she took was a subtle snap of twigs and crunches of the leaves. She wasn't afraid. There was no point.

It wasn't long before she reached the house. She looked up at it with the moon in the back. It looked almost like a haunted and abandoned house left for dead in the woods. All that was missing were the boards to block the doors and windows off and graffiti telling people to stay away. Claire gulped back and headed for the door. She gripped the knob. It was unlocked. She opened it wide and stepped inside. It seemed quiet. Slight drips of water fell from the top floor by the stairs. She turned around and headed to the living room. Glaring down at the fire place and rugged chair that sat inside. Broken beams lay in the corner as decaying furniture surrounded the room. She observed the place up and down. Looking upon every inch of the Hale house.

Suddenly, a creek came from behind Claire. Claire froze. Not wanting to turn around but slightly wanting to see who it was. No words were said for a moment. Claire turned slowly, keeping her eyes on the ground. She saw the shoes of a man and slowly trailed up. Dark blue jeans, blue shirt and a leather jacket soon led her eyes to the taunting face that seemed to appear in every dream. Derek stood there, his face holding no emotion.

"I was wondering when you'd show up again," Derek said, face remaining the same. Claire glared at him, no response left her lips. She just watched him, thinking about the dreams, the full moon, and the sexual feeling she had obtained. Derek stepped closer. "I've had dreams of you coming back. All ending the same way." Claire remained quiet.

"Dreams are dreams right?" Claire said, slightly avoiding the conversation continuing on.

"Or nightmares," Derek replied. He walked closer until he was right in front of her. "You keep coming back here. Why?" Claire gulped back for a moment.

"I'm trying to close a case," Claire replied. Derek raised an eyebrow.

"Am I you're number on suspect?" Derek asked. Claire shook her head.

"You fit in to everything perfectly but," Claire paused. Derek watched her, his eyes staying solid. "I just can't see you killing all these people. Werewolf or not, I don't see a killer in you."

"If you don't see that, you're a fool," Derek said, coldly. Claire gave a look as he went to turn. She rolled her eyes and yanked his arm back.

"I saw the things you've gone through when I touched you. The only murder you committed was not because you wanted to but because you had to. You did it to take pain and misery away from someone you cared about. Someone you loved. That doesn't make you a killer it makes you more human than you know," Claire ranted. Derek stared at her. Feeling his heart racing slightly at her words. "These murders may be connected to you but that doesn't mean you committed them. You're innocent and I'm going to prove it."

"Why? Why do you wanna help me?" Derek asked. Claire froze, her grip loosened around his arm.

"Because," Claire paused, gulping back. "Because I just do. It's my job." Derek and her kept their eyes locked for a moment.

In that moment, it clicked. Claire leaned up and kissed Derek's lips. For a moment, Derek didn't know what to do. She pulled away quickly and looked at him. He looked back at her. She went to step back before he yanked her back in and continued to kiss her. He brought his hand from her arm and placed it around her waist, the other hand soon following. He pulled her in tightly. Claire could feel his heartbeat. The bristle from his chin more sweeter than her dreams. His chest and arms more muscular and firm. The lust began to become more real than her dreams ever presented. Claire brought her hands and traced them up his neck before gripping his hair lightly. The kissing began to get more intense. His hand slowly began to trace up her shirt, rising to her back. As their skin came further into contact, that's when Claire's dream clicked into her brain. She quickly yanked herself away. Derek looked at her oddly. Confused as to her reaction.

"I-I'm sorry," she said. She looked over to see the full moon. Claire began to feel the tears of fear ready to come out. She gave him a look and went to run out. Derek could sense her hurt and ran out after her.

"Claire!" he yelled.

Derek ran up and stopped her before she could exit into the woods. She avoided his eyes as much as possible, trying to hide her blood tears. He held a firm grip on her arms. He moved one of his hands to her chin and pulled her back to look at him. He glared at the blood that streamed down from her eyes. He froze, unable to say a word. What was she? He looked as she sucked up her courage.

"What are you?" he asked, firm and calm. Claire looked at him.

"I'm an angel."