I awoke lying in Derek's bed, with the space where he had laid empty. I could hear his heavy breathing downstairs as he worked out, jogging around the room and doing pull ups on the door frame. Once alone a rush of guilt and happiness washed over me, I was guilty because even though I had spent the night with Derek, deep at the back of my head thoughts of Stiles kept occurring. I just couldn't completely banish him from my brain. I'm still unsure on what our relationship was, there were feelings there from both parties I knew that for sure but when he finds out about Derek and I, there would be no relationship to think of.

I sunk further into the bed, wrapping my bare legs around the sheets. I had lost my virginity to Derek Hale; he had taken my innocence away. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. I knew it would happen from the moment he had kissed me; I just didn't expect him to be so gentle and caring. It felt like he was afraid that he was going to hurt me, though admittedly it did hurt, the fact I felt secure in his presence made me feel better. What had confused me even more was the fact Derek had wanted to kiss me, I thought he had hated me? Clearly he didn't I thought. He had been so difficult to read, all this time I had thought he was so cold to me because of hatred when really it was lust. Derek Hale had wanted me, I stifled a laugh and flung a hand to my mouth, blushing a deep red, I hoped he hadn't heard me laughing, which he probably had.

I wrapped the sheet around my naked body before pacing the room, other than the fact I had sex with the sexiest man alive last night, there was something odd going on with me. Since I'd devoured that racoon, the thought still makes my stomach churn; my hair and skin are flawless again. Whilst stroking my face last night, Derek had mentioned how smooth my skin was. It was dry and cracked last time I'd checked, was eating the dead making me stronger? I shook that thought away that was impossible. I felt this weird brush against my spine and I shivered violently, when I looked up my eyes widened. Covering every patch of wall "Vos putabatur mori" was written in thick blood, I could smell it. A voice in my head, a voice I was unfamiliar with repeated the words over again in a soft but deadly whisper. Suddenly, my stomach lurched and ached, as if someone had stabbed me right in the middle, my head felt as if someone had dropped a huge boulder on it, I dropped to the floor and rolled over in agony and the whole world spun fast around me, I couldn't tell where I was, my stomach felt sick and angry. My eyes closed tight and I hoped to die right there, just get it over with I wanted to scream but I couldn't bring myself to make a sound. My head started banging and my ears had a high pitched screeching sound in them, as the words consumed me. I curled up in a ball trying to make it through the pain, but beads of sweat ran down my face. I dug my nails into the ground and tried to distract myself from the agony that had consumed my body.

In a matter of seconds, Derek was up the stairs looking down at me in fear; I went to say something but ended up spluttering specs of blood.

Quickly he knelt down beside me as he tried to turn me over, I groaned as the pain hit twice as hard. Oh please let me die.

"Where does it hurt Nora?" Derek hands were shaking as he tried to keep his calm, scanning my body for any signs of injuries, there was none.

I couldn't see straight as his face went blurry "Vos putabatur mori" I breathed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. The voices were getting louder and angrier.

"Stay with me Nora" Derek was shaking me, I swung back and forth like a rag doll, and he sounded like he was crying.

"Vos putabatur mori" My voice strained as I could feel myself slipping away. My eyes fluttered closed and I could feel the darkness sweeping in.

"You are not dying" Derek growled, I heard the smack of his fist against the wall, then the crumble of the plaster falling to the ground. Roughly I felt myself being lifted from the ground, Derek's arms holding me tightly as he ran down the stairs faster than any normal human and I could feel the thud of his bare feet on the leafs outside. I don't know how long he'd been running for, I didn't care. Right now I wanted to die.

We were inside now; I could feel the change in temperature. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes though, I was too weak.

"I knew you'd come sooner or later" I heard an unfamiliar voice say, he sounded smug.

"Save her" I could hear the desperation in Derek's tone, which had caused the other male to laugh hysterically.

Composing himself he spoke "And why should I?"

"Because you want her just as much as I do" This had caused the other person to be quiet, was he thinking? I wasn't sure.

After a while he cleared his throat and spoke "What has happened?"

"I don't know, she was just on the ground she kept repeating Vos putabatur mori or something like that" I could feel Derek's fingers trembling on my skin and I wanted to reassure him that I wasn't going to die, but even I couldn't lie to him.

"Vos putabatur mori" the other male said in a perfect accent "That's Latin" He seemed amused at that.

"What does it mean?"

"You should have stayed dead" Derek's body stiffened and his breathing sped up "Looks like your bite should have killed her" I heard a tapping sound of something against the floor as I felt the man move closer. His snake like hands touched me and a growl escaped Derek's throat.

"I have to touch her in order to help her" Derek reluctantly let him take me from his arms and I dangled lifelessly in the air. My body was so numb.

The man brushed my hair out of my face and I could feel him prodding at my features "Ah she is pretty"

"Save her" Derek spat and I could feel the anger radiating off him, who was this man?

"I heard she ate a racoon, a dead one in fact"

"How did you know?" Derek sounded so deadly right now but the man didn't seem fazed at all.

"I have my sources"

"What is she?" the anger was replaced with worry in Derek's tone.

"I have my theories" Instantly, I felt a hand touch my stomach at first it made me whither in pain but after a while, I could feel the pain coursing out of my body. I felt my life regaining itself and I was able to breathe again. My muscles relaxed and my heart began to beat at a steady pace. When he pulled his hand away, I was no longer in pain.

I opened my eyes to thank whoever had saved me but I froze.

Deucalion's red eyes stared down at me.

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT AY? ANYONE HAVE ANY CLUE ON WHAT SHE IS? OR WHY SHE IS THE WAY SHE IS?

TELL ME I LIKE TO HEAR WHAT YOU GUYS THINK.

OH AND DEREK, ISN'T HE AMAZING? :)