I'm glad you all don't hate me for my slowness! I'll do my best to update at least once a week! so here you go an extra long chapter my friends! oh, and have some Chlerek.
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Derek swore, louder than me, which got got the attention of Caleb and Alex, even though the latter had been falling in and out of consciousness since we'd hauled him out of the clearing. Alex grimaced as he tried to right himself, standing up so he didn't look like he'd just part changed into a wolf, but his legs were weak, and he fell against Caleb for support. "Dammit" he muttered, "You two shouldn't have come out with me." Even for the short amount of time he'd known Aunt Lauren, he was well aware of how strict she could be.

We neared the doorway, and I kept my head down, not meeting her gaze and thinking of an excuse. Nothing came to me. I would of been able to argue if it was just Derek and I who had crept out - we wanted some privacy, time to talk, and I would've been able to stick up for myself is she started warning me, but as it was just just me with the three boys, well, her imagination was probably running wild. The fact that she didn't know that I regularly attend Derek's changing and might find out now probably wouldn't help the matter. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the others were focusing on were they were walking rather than the silhouette ahead. Caleb seemed to be looking for an escape route.

"Chloe." My Aunt said in a crisp voice, bordering on scary. I took a deep breath and looked up at her. She was stood with one hand on her hip, and even in her bed clothes and hair messed up she looked stern. "Inside, now." I shut my mouth before a sarcastic remark flew out, where else did she think I was going?, and made my way across the veranda, the boys following me. As we neared, she noticed how Alex was slouched over Caleb and Derek, and her lips tightened, but then her medical intuition kicked in, and she walked over to him, checking his pulse and for any other injuries.
"He's fine, just exhausted." she announced, then ordered Caleb to take him up to bed. Caleb nodded silently and made his way towards the stairs. Derek was about to follow when aunt Lauren stood in front of him. "No. I want to talk to you two. Go into the living room, I'll be there in a minute." I looked towards Derek, who was scowling at the door my Aunt had just left through.
"C'mon." I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the living room. We plonked down on the sofa, a reasonable distance between us, as I had a really terrible thought that I knew what this talk was going to be about. Derek seemed to know too, his hand fidgeting in mine and his foot tapping. I was about to tell him to stop - his nervousness was making me more nervous - when aunt Lauren walked in, this time with a dressing gown thrown over her pajamas. It was silent for a second as she assessed us from across the room. Derek mumbled something under his breath. Then she started talking. Well, kind of.

"Chloe, what were you thinking! You can't just go out with a werewolf when he's changing, they don't stay the same, their minds change! I thought you of all people would of known this!" she started to walk towards us, and Derek stiffened beside me. If she noticed, she didn't pay any attention to it. She crouched down beside me, her hand on my knee. "Chloe. I'm just looking out for you, you know this."
I looked at her, hard. I thought of the last time she was 'just looking out for us', how we ended up back in the heart of the Edison Group. I'd forgiven her for that, but what I didn't understand was how she could still think that way. I'd told her endless times that I wasn't the same passive Chloe. I turned my head away from her, and looked at Derek. He was staring at a spot in the wall, the muscles in the hand that wasn't holding mine clenched, the only thing showing that he was agitated, angry even. How hard had her words hurt him? I looked back to my aunt.

"No, I don't. And you don't know anything aunt Lauren, because you've never been there when a change has happened." I sounded defeated, even to my own ears. I was tired of fighting with her. "I've been with Derek every time he's changed, and I'm pretty sure I'm still alive. Derek is the same person when he's a wolf."
Shock registered on her face. "You've..."she stood up quickly, and I saw a flash of anger across her features. What was that about? I thought, but I was quickly distracted by the words she was throwing at me. "That's it. You're not going out anymore. I can't believe I even agreed to it in the first place-"
"Agreed? No one asked for your-your...blessing on it!" I stood up, dropping Derek's hand and facing her "You're not my Mom, aunt Lauren." I regretted my words instantly as hurt took over the anger. I shouldn't have said that.
"I'm stopping you from getting hurt." A steely tone had come into her voice, which was devoid of emotion. "And while you're dating a werewolf, that is bound to happen-"

"Lauren."
We all turned as Kit's voice sounded across the room from where he was stood in the doorway, and I detected a hint of anger. Of course he was angry, Aunt Lauren was saying that his son was dangerous. Aunt Lauren faltered. "What?" she snapped, but her heart didn't seem behind it. "I'm not done here Kit."
"No. We are." I said. I shot one last look at her, and left the room. Leaving Derek with them didn't seem like a good idea, but I had to get away from her.

I ended up on the roof. Well, not exactly the roof, but a overhang that I found I could climb onto from the balcony that protruded from the upper floor. So basically, I was on the roof, and as it was gently slanting, I was doing my best not to fall off, as well as trying not to cry. I was not going to cry. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." I muttered. I didn't know how long I sat there; I'd forgot my cell, and had no other way of telling the time, so I was surprised when I saw the night sky becoming lighter. I was planning on staying here until the sun came up when I heard the door to the balcony open beneath me. I didn't want to speak to Aunt Lauren or Kit, and even though I knew I was acting like a spoilt child, I couldn't face another argument. That's why I was surprised when I heard the door shut again, but no words were said. I sighed quietly in relief, and shuffled over to the edge to see who was there. I nearly fell off when I saw Derek looking right at me. He smiled, but it faded. I frowned at that.
"I was thinking of coming up to get you, but I didn't know if it would hold my weight..." he eyed the ledge thoughtfully. "Come down, I wanna talk to you."
"Okay..."I didn't know where this was heading, but I started climbing down. Slowly. It seemed getting up was easier than getting down, and I was scared I was going to topple to my death if my foot missed the fence of the balcony. I felt Derek's hand on my ankle as he guided it down, and soon I was stood in front of him, the frown still in place on my forehead. He made no move towards me, but took my hand and led me off the balcony, through my room, where a snoring Tori lay. Derek carried on walking, out the room and into his. Once there, he let go of my hand and shut the door. I made my way over to his bed, careful not to wake Simon, and pushed myself into the middle of it and crossed my legs. I thought he was going to join me, but he just stood in front of the door looking at me. I was starting to worry.

"Derek? What's up?" I started to climb off the bed, and he started to walk over to me, pushing me back down and kissing me hard. I jumped, surprised, but my body reacted quicker than my brain. One hand reached up to twine around his neck while the other stayed on his chest, feeling the hard muscle under his shirt. I remembered he said he wanted to talk to me, and I started to wonder what about, but was quickly distracted as I fell backwards, my back hitting the bed. Derek was leaning over me, but even after a few seconds, my elbows started to hurt from the pressure of leaning on them, so I pushed myself back up and, with courage that had appeared from nowhere, pushed Derek down on the bed so I was above him. His eyes widened slightly, but then he grabbed my waist, placing me so I was straddling his chest. I blushed, and he chuckled when he noticed it, so I lent down to kiss him to shut him up. The kiss started out slow, but gained tempo as I opened my mouth to deepen it. His hand that was on my back slid under my shirt, only slightly, but enough to send shivers up my body, and my hand that was looped around his neck came back down to his chest, tracing the muscles. Just like the time at the motel, he growled lowly, but instead of breaking the tension, it deepened it. My hand stayed where it was as I broke away for breath, while Derek moved to my jaw and neck, scattering kisses along my jawline and collarbone. I had an idea. While he was kissing my neck, I moved forward, and he froze. I started kissing him just under his ear, and then, just like I'd seen it done in films, scraped my teeth gently across his earlobe. He moaned, actually moaned, and I smiled proudly, not believing I could produce that reaction from him. "Okay, you win" he murmured into my neck. I heard the door to the room open, and jumped off him as he sat up, but no one was there. We realized at the same time that Simon's bed had become empty. "Ohmygod. I forgot Simon was there!" I cringed. What had he heard, what had he saw?
"It's alright, he's not going to tell anyone" Derek reassured me, though I already knew that. I glanced at the clock on Simons bedside table, and it read 7:02am. I was just noticing how tired I was. "You stayed up all night didn't you" he said. It wasn't a question, but a statement. "C'mere" he lay down again, pulling me down next to him.
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked.
"What?" he said, confused.
"Before...that...you said you wanted to talk to me about something"
"Oh." he was silent for a second. "I doesn't matter anymore."
I frowned and brought my head back to look at him. He was looking at a point over my head. "Derek."
He looked down at me, smiling, though it looked forced. "Nothing." he said. "Honestly."

It was over three hours later that we emerged from Derek's room. Minutes after that confusing conversation, I'd fell asleep, and only woken up when we heard a knock on the door. Simon opened it a crack and whispered a warning that Kit was coming. I hastily got out of bed and raced to my room, then 'casually' walked back out again, just happening to 'bump' into Derek on the way down. Kit looked at us suspiciously, but said nothing, and I thanked his ability to think sensibly.

Downstairs was quiet. Aunt Lauren sat in the living room, a cup of coffee in her small hands. I felt momentarily guilty, but it passed as I saw the tray of bagels laying on the Island in the kitchen. Alex was sat there, a bagel in each hand, smiling at me as we walked in. "Hey." he said cheerfully. Too be honest, quite too cheerfully. "Have a nice sleep?". I eyed him up and nodded carefully as Derek asked him how he was feeling. "Not too bad, considering. I think these bagels are helping though."
I grabbed a bagel before the hungry werewolves could eat them, and leaned against the counter. Alex did look okay after his change, but I suppose it was because he's been through so many before. I glanced over at Caleb who was stood by the door, eying Alex like he was going to collapse any minute. I wondered what that was about, then shrugged it off. It was just Caleb being Caleb.

There was a loud Ding Dong from the front door, and I jumped, as did most of the others. I didn't know the place had a doorbell. We glanced at each other. Who knew we were here? Kit appeared at the top of the stairs, coming down quickly, muttering orders out for Derek and Alex to get out of the kitchen and into the living room with me and Caleb. I let myself be ushered along by Derek, as kit made his way towards the door, shutting the living room door on his way past. As soon as it closed, Derek went up to it, listening to what was happening on the other side. The doorbell hadn't rung again, but Kit opened the door. I could hear another voice, and looked at Derek to see what he was hearing. He frowned, but it didn't look like we were in any immediate danger. I heard the front door close and two sets of footsteps leading towards the room. We quickly moved away from the door and into the sofa's, and I was careful not to get too close to aunt Lauren. We sat down just as the door opened, and in walked Kit, closely followed by Aden. The looks on their faces told us it wasn't good news.