(well, I promised it and here it is. Some more Sterek? Maybe, maybe not. =) I'm so terrible. Anyway, is Stiles lying is becoming a natural thing?)
Derek's P.O.V
The light clicked on and I saw Stiles stumble backwards.
"What the hell Derek? Is it your personal goal to scare the hell out of people?" he asked while holding his chest.
I smirked slightly "I practice" I said sarcastically.
He walked further into the room "So what are you doing here?"
I sighed and walked closer to him "You almost gave me a heart attack, your heart was beating a mile a minute. I thought something was wrong" I mumbled even though I knew he knew why I was here.
"Really? Well I did have the most awkward conversation, considering I had to lie throughout most of it. Can werewolves have heart attacks? I mean wouldn't it heal before it actually happens?" He rambled
I rose my eyebrow and stuffed my hands into my leather jacket.
He looked down "I'm sorry" He stated.
"For what?"
"For running out like I did, I should of stayed and talked to you" He mumbled while tapping his finger on his pant leg.
I shook my head "I ran out too, consider it payback."
He nodded and walked over to the edge of the bed. He plopped down and covered his face with his right hand.
I walked up to the bed and sat next to him. I needed to know what happened with Gerard, but I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. I sighed and felt the uncontrollable urge to comfort him. To make sure that he wasn't upset or distraught. I instinctively grabbed his hand and entwined his in mine.
I could see Stiles looking up at me while my gaze was focused at our hands. My thumb trailed the cuts that was on the top of his hand. "Stiles, what happened?" I asked while glancing up at him.
He looked at me, surprise lining his face. "He had my dad Derek, I couldn't let anything happen to him" he mumbled and looked at the floor. "He said I had to go with him, or he was going to...kill my dad" he choked out, trying to gift back tears.
I squeezed his hand sympathetically.
He sighed "he took me to this old house...he beat and threatened to kill me if I didn't answer him truthfully...he was looking for you" He mumbled and looked up at me.
"Did he let you go?" I mumbled under my breath.
Stiles shook his head slowly "I...um escaped, punched one of the windows out and escaped."
I sighed guilt rising up inside of me. I looked at the cut that was on his neck and I leaned closer. My other hand tracing the line carefully. I could feel him tense and wince as I touched it. I placed my hand firmly on the crease between his neck and shoulder. When he didn't pull away the muscles on my arm tensed up and my veins popped out. Leaving what looked like purple veins curling up my arm. I grunted and forced as much pain out of him as I could. I kept my hand in place as my whole body tense and shook.
Stiles breathed deeply and relaxed. He starred deeply at me "Did you just take away some of my pain?"
I pulled my hand back. My body relaxed and the pain receded. I looked up at him. I nodded and looked down at my free hand. The veins disappeared and my arm turned back to normal. I inhaled slowly, catching my breath.
"Thank you."
I looked up at him, watching him carefully. He leaned in closer to me and pressed his lips against mine. I wanted to stop him, but some part of me thought otherwise. I returned the kiss, giving into my feelings. I could feel his free hand start to rub the side of my face as I started deepening the kiss. I could hear his heart beat pick up. This didn't seem right, I had to stop this. I pulled back while grabbing Stiles' hand and pushing it away.
He looked at me and pulled his hair back. He was obviously hurt, and I couldn't do anything about it. He sighed pulling his hand out and away from mine.
I ran my fingers through my hair quickly before rising to my feet. "Um...I should go" I mumbled while shifting my weight uncomfortably.
He nodded and starred at his hand. He didn't dare look up at me, and I was partially thankful for that. It made it easier for me to leave. I quickly walked over to the window and threw it open. I basically threw myself out the window without looking back at Stiles. I shut the window and leaped off the roof. My feet hit the ground with a thud and I looked around. It was almost pitch black. The sky slightly lit up from the moonlight. I continued through the darkness, just thinking about what just happened. It didn't make sense and there was no way to justify what I did. Even though Stiles leaned forward, I could of stopped it...I could of backed up, but I didn't. I didn't know why I didn't stop, or why I returned the kiss. At the time it felt like the right thing to do.
I needed to talk to Stiles, explain what happened, but I needed to think. Right no I didn't know how to explain it to myself.
