A.N: I have no excuse for taking so long to post except that I had no more inspiration. The story will end soon. Most of next chapter will be Derek point-of-view.

I hope you enjoy anyways.

Chapter 25:

Natalie was awakened by the bitter smell of death. She stirred and gasped at the throbbing pain on her head.

"Finally! I started to fear I hit you too hard."

The voice brought back the memory of what happened. Derek, the song...Harry! Harry was here!

She opened her eyes and winced, even her eyelid were painful.

She was in the cemetery and the smell she associated with death was the freshly turned soil. She moved her eyes and found Harry leaning against a tree, a predatory smile on his face.

"Wakey Wakey Love."

Natalie tried to move but realized her feet and hands were tightened.

"I saw you fight, I didn't want to use my energy into running after you because we both know I will always catch you."

Natalie remained silent, looking around for anybody, anything that could help her.

"We're alone Love, nobody is going to come for you now." He chuckled. "Did you like my flowers?"

She didn't reply, she might get hurt tonight but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction to cry and beg.

He crouched in front of her and tilted his head. "You know what's good about cemeteries? An unmarked tomb will go completely unnoticed."

She realized at that moment she was going to die and a wall broke in her. She silently acknowledged how much she regretted not being with Derek, how she regretted all that was left unsaid. How she would never see their child. "Derek!" She screamed. She was not sure why she did it; he couldn't hear her not from here but she just had to.

"You know what else –"He leaned further down, so close his breath was ticking her ear. "In this cemetery, nobody will hear you scream."

She moved her face and spat on him.

He stood slowly, whipping his cheek with the handkerchief in his pocket.

This calm version of Harry was the most terrifying of all; it was the version that stabbed her so many time.

"Derek!" She screamed again but was stopped by a kick in the face. She was blinded by the hit and she could taste the blood in the back of her throat.

"Stop calling him!" Harry shouted, letting his calm façade slip. "You know none of it would have happened if you had stayed home that night, we would be married. You would be a nice housewife taking care of our children."

"And I would have been cheated on and manhandled."

"But you would have been alive which will not be the case soon."

Natalie knew it was a mistake but she couldn't stop the laughed that escaped her. She had no idea what being with someone who loved you and cared for you was before meeting Derek. She might have thought Harry was right then but she had seen what it was like when someone genuinely loved you and it was nothing like that.

"What are you laughing at?" He spat.

"You." Her word slurred ever so slightly. She realized one of her tooth was loose after the kick in the face. "And you know what – I actually rather be dead."

"Your wish is my command."

She knew his foot was about to kick her again because it was the kind of man he was.

Even if she was not going to survive, the maternal instinct took over and, before his foot reached her stomach she folded her legs up trying to create a shield on her stomach. He kicked once…twice. She tried to compartmentalize and let go of the pain while thinking about the moments she had spent with Derek.

She was almost passed out when she heard a growl. Was her mind playing tricks? Did she want Derek here so badly she imagined his unmistakable growl.

She tried to look around but realize her left eye was swollen shut.

"Don't you even think about it?" She recognized Derek's voice even if it was deformed by the animalistic side of him.

Harry froze and turned around. "Did you come to see your girl die?"

Derek roared. "You just chose the wrong woman."

Natalie saw Harry try to run away, Derek had most likely morphed but feet appeared out of nowhere and he was restrained.

Light blinded the little she could see and she didn't miss the familiar noise of Stiles' beat up jeep.

Within seconds she was gently picked up and, as her head lulled back to the side, she recognized Scott blurry face.

"Nat" he whispered and she heard the fear in his voice. "We have to take her to the hospital now!" Scott shouted.

"You do it…this one is mine" Derek growled.

"Stiles lets go!"

"The road is closed Scott it will take too long to get there with the Jeep."

"I will run there." She felt Scott arms tightened around her. "It will take minutes."

"Scott wait –"

"What Stiles? I don't have the time –"

No Stiles, don't say it. She thought but she was too weak to even say a word.

"She- She is pregnant."

She heard a deafening howl before losing her battle and sinking in oblivion.