The response was immediate; the metallic head that hung loosely above me spread water onto my body, the sudden shock making me tense my muscles. The water slowly warmed me, soothing the ache that clawed at my limbs. A tear tickled my cheek and mixed with the clean water as I poured gentle soap into my hands. My fingers met my hair as I rubbed roughly trying to wash away any traces of blood that might be still lingering. I then dragged the soap over my body, over the dry blood and I watched as bloody water drip off of me and be sucked down the drain, leaving no traces that it had been there. I sucked in a deep breath to stop myself from crumbling to pieces. Aidan had made me feed on that poor dead body, why was he doing this? I swung out and punched the tiles on the wall; they crumbled a little the rubble falling under my feet. I looked down at the gash in my hand that was already starting to heal. I was feeling stronger than ever. I leant forward and rested my head against the wall, breathing in and out to calm myself. I was never going to win, if I tried to die people would constantly stop me. What was so valuable about me?

I sighed and twisted the tap to stop the water flowing before standing naked in the shower; droplets of water ran down my face.

I reached for the soft towel, wrapping its steamy warmth around my wet body, stepping out of the shower. I leant over and rubbed the condensation from the mirror off so I could see myself. There were no longer bags under my eyes and my lips were sculpted and plumped. My damp curls of hair lay peacefully on my shoulder blades looking silky and soft. I huffed under my breath before storming out of the room without a second glance back.

I didn't lead myself towards my room but instead I made my way down the staircase, knowing I couldn't bring myself to visit my room yet, it brought back harsh memories.

I made my way into the kitchen sitting on a stool at the marble breakfast table, whilst grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. I scrutinised it, twisting it in my fingers. I leant forward to take a bite when I paused. I could hear shouting and loud footsteps coming towards my front door. I followed the noise, holding my towel tightly to my chest. The voices sounded familiar but I couldn't make them out. I heard someone kick against my front door and in a matter of seconds; it swung open revealing Derek and Stiles.

They both stood frozen in their tracks, as they looked me up and down taken in my appearance heat flushing to their faces, I just raised a brow.

"Any reason you felt the need to break into my house?" I crossed my arms over my chest, staring at them blankly.

"Wee thought you was deadd" Stiles stammered as he tore his eyes away from my chest, to look at my face, I held in the laugh inside me.

"You're alive?" Derek looked amazed; I could hear his heart pounding hard from where I stood.

"Well I'm not a ghost if that's what you're asking" I sat at the bottom of my stairs, making sure I crossed my legs, I think they'd pass out if they saw anymore of me.

"You never answered our calls?" Irritation flashed across Stiles face

I rolled my eyes "I didn't think I needed to constantly inform you on whether I was alive or not" Even I was surprised at how harsh I had sounded.

This had made Stiles take a step back and Derek spoke for him "I was worried about you, we all were you couldn't even make a call" He was disappointed in me, which made my blood boil. Who was he to judge my actions?

"You're not my boyfriends, I don't need to inform you on everything Nora" I was bitter and I didn't understand why. All I knew was I wished they'd back off. Derek grimaced at my words and Stiles face dropped slightly.

Stiles composed himself before saying through his teeth "Is that why you slept with Derek?" Derek's body stiffened and I flashed him a look as if to say you couldn't keep your mouth shut could you?

"I was lonely" I shrugged and held my lips in a straight line, making sure I didn't look Derek's way; I could feel the pain oozing out of him. But I didn't care.

"What has happened to you?" Stiles looked at me as if he didn't recognise me, as if I was a completely different person. Maybe I was.

"People change it sucks, you'll get over it" I said blandly, examining my perfect nails.

A sudden realisation crossed Derek's features and he jerked his head at me "You've fed"

I flickered to his face then back to my nails before sighing "Yes I have" I didn't mention the Aidan part, I had realised he was only trying to keep me alive, he didn't judge my new nature, unlike the rest of them, who had made me like this in the first place.

"You killed someone?" Stiles gasped his mouth hanging open and his eyes widened

I flashed him a deadly look "They were already dead"

"Nora, we need to find out how to help you soon, you're changing" Derek paused before sucking in a breath to steady himself "for the worst"

"This is who I am Derek" I spat at him, my eyes narrowed and my teeth clenched together "Accept me for what I am or don't at all" They both recoiled at my words.

"You are going to turn everyone against you" Derek voice was so loud, so thunderous; Stiles had taken a step away from him. His shiny green eyes had twisted into a deep red as he clenched his fists to his side.

"I'll take my chances" and with that he stormed out of the house, disappearing into the night's sky. Stiles took one last glance in my direction before shaking his head and following Derek without a single word my way.

When gone I let out the breath I had held in, hanging my head in-between my knees I didn't know what was happening. So much anger and hatred was consuming me, I couldn't think straight. My body temperature was rising and beads of sweat ran down my face. I lurched up and looked into the mirror hanging by the front door. My dark and gloomy black eyes stared back at me…

I lay on my bed in just my underwear, twirling a curl around my finger as I flipped through a fashion magazine, barely reading the pages. My phone sat silently next to me, no call from Derek or Stiles since my outburst. Deep inside me I felt bad for my actions, but my hatred was clouding my judgment. I was conflicted; part of me yearned for them both whilst the other part wanted to rip them to shreds. I sighed giving in to the yearning part and picked up the phone dialling Derek's number. It took four rings till he answered.

"Yes?" My heart sped up at the sound of his husky voice.

"Come over, I'm sorry for being a bitch" I said flirtatiously, nibbling at my lip whilst I waited for him to answer.

After a few seconds he spoke "I'll be there soon, I'll come through the window"

I smiled to myself before turning the phone off, now all I had to do was wait. I quickly padded over to the mirror running my fingers through my hair and applying a layer of bubble gum lip gloss, I smacked my lips together.

I heard a thud at the window, so I ran over to my bed and sprawled across it, propping myself up with my elbow. Derek appeared through the window looking tired and drawn, as soon as he saw me a small smirk reached his lips.

Without a word, he ripped me off the bed and wrapped his arms around me, his mouth meeting mine. He hungrily kissed me and I jumped up wrapping my legs around his torso, gripping his hair roughly so he closer to me. I heard a groan escape his lips. We clumsily made our way to the bed and I pulled his t-shirt over his head, running my hands all over his sculpted body. He started to kiss my neck, then slowly go to my ear nibbling at my ear lobe.

"I'm sorry" He breathed into my ear, desperation and sadness in his tone and before I knew what was happening, I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my neck. I exhaled sharply, my eyes welling up as I turned my head to see a needle sticking out of me. Derek pressed his thumb hard so he could inject this orange liquid into my vein; I felt a flow of liquid course through me. I stared up at him wide eyed to see a small tear escape his eyes and land on my cheek, I strained to say something but I couldn't form any words. I reached up to grab at his face when suddenly my vision began to fade. I lowered my hands, and I realized I couldn't hear anything. My eyes fluttered before finally closing. I could feel myself slip away.

SO WHAT DO YOU THINK GUYS? HAS DEREK KILLED HER? AND WHAT DO YOU THINK IS HAPPENING TO HER?

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