Okay, so I actually think this one is shorter than the last one, but it's pretty epic and I'm kind of proud of myself because I wrote it in like 30 minutes. But, I promise the next one will be longer, and way more intense. Bad things are coming, so beware.
Lily: Yeah, I'm only just getting started. And thanks! Peter, at first, was really hard for me to write, but then I realized he's kind of like me, so I just think about what I'd do in that situation. And trust me, things are about to go downhill very fast.
WickedlyMinx: Keep your eye out because there won't be any cuddles or smut for a while, though I may find a place to stick it in, if I can. I don't know though. But just keep an eye out. And I love possessive and protective Derek, can you tell?
Enjoy!
Derek knew he could break out of the cell easily. Break a few off and he'd be halfway across town before anyone knew he was missing. His wolf was chanting it over and over, and he was gripping the bars so tightly he heard them creak.
"Derek, stop." Argent said, hearing the metal creak as well.
But he couldn't. She had stopped screaming, but the fear was still there. The panic, the fear. He could picture her curled up, her head on her knees, shaking as she tried to calm her heartbeat. He growled, releasing the bars, resorting to pacing in the small cell, his wolf squirming uncomfortably, still feeling his mate's anxiety. Her panic and fear had calmed considerably, but there was still that nervous energy from her. He knew she wasn't hurt or in danger, it as probably just a nightmare. He wished he could be there, to hold her, comfort her, tell her everything was alright. He wanted to tuck her head under his chin, wrap his arms around her small body, feel her breath against his skin as she fell back asleep. He wished he could be there to fight the darkness for her, but he was stuck in a cell, thanks to a stupid fox.
KAYANNA'S POV
My heart was pounding wildly in my chest as I took in the dark loft around me. I scrambled across the bed, flipping on a lamp so I wouldn't be in complete darkness. My breaths were coming in short gasps and I could still feel the panic in my throat, choking me as I tried to breathe. I knew Derek must have been livid, being locked up. I half expected him to burst through the door, after having broken out of the cell. But I knew he really didn't want to be a fugitive again, and have to hide from the police again.
I hugged my knees to my chest, trying to calm my breathing. I wish Derek was here, holding me, telling me everything was alright. He always knew how to calm me down, though I was finding ways to do it myself. I turned on my side, burying my face in Derek's pillow, taking in his scent. I mean, I was no werewolf, and Derek had probably 200 million more smell receptors in his nose than I did, but he still had his own smell to me. And breathing it in helped calm me down, just enough to where my heart wasn't pounding like I'd just run a race, and I could breathe normally. I was hoping that he could sense my change in emotions, and that would calm him down some.
I fell back asleep, breathing in Derek's scent, with the light still on, hoping I could at least get a decent amount of sleep without having another nightmare. I don't think I, or Derek for that matter, could take another one.
I managed to sleep well into the day before I woke up. The loft was silent, empty, just as I'd left it when I woke up this morning. I slid out of bed, pulling on one of Derek's shirts and a pair of jeans, planning on staying where I was today, even though part of me was begging to go see Derek.
My phone rang from its spot on the table beside the bed and I ran over to grab it, not bothering to look at the I.D. before answering.
"Hello?" I asked, slightly out of breath.
"Kayanna?"
"Derek? Where are you? Are you okay? Are you at the station still?"
"No, the Sheriff dropped the charges. Listen to me, stay where you are. Stiles got out of Eichen House and we're out looking for him before the Oni find him. Stay at the loft, and I'll be there as soon as I can."
As much as I didn't want to, I stayed where I was. I really didn't want to get involved in this, any more than I could, though I had a feeling it was too late for that. The Nogitsune had already seen what I was capable of, and he probably knew from Stiles as well. I didn't want to be a hindrance, nor come face to face with the Nogitsune in person again.
So I stayed where I was. I finished the book I was reading last night, curled up in the pillows on the bed. The loft door slid open, and my heart jumped into my throat. I jumped off the bed, expecting to see Derek standing there. Not Stiles.
I backed up a little as he came down the stairs. He held his hands up in a surrendering motion, taking slow steps towards me.
"I'd tell you not to scream, but I don't think anyone would hear you." He said, looking around the loft before his cold eyes settled on me. "At least, no one I don't want to hear."
"What do you want?" I asked, backing myself up against the table, feeling like I'd been in this situation before.
"What do I want? You are one of two people in this town who even have a shred of an idea of what I'm capable of. And I've seen, and felt, what you are capable of. Do you know what a Nogitsune feeds on?" He tilted his head, stopping a few inches in front of me. "Fear. Pain. Chaos." He stepped forward, putting his hands on my cheeks. "And you, are a perfect specimen for all three. They don't know the kind of pain it takes to bring a person back to life, do they? How hard it is to find someone's spirit and force it back into their body? No, but I do. I've felt it. And the constant fear in your life, it's a miracle your werewolf doesn't suffocate in it. And the delicate strand that holds you and your wolf together. Do you know what would happen if that strand was cut on accident?" I nodded my head, trying to keep from shaking. "The amount of chaos a soulless werewolf would cause in this town. Or how about a soulless witch? You would be able to do things you can't even begin to imagine. And all of it, held together by a small strand you call life. Such fear you live in, terrified of what would happen if you lost your wolf. Let me relieve you of some of that fear."
His fingers tightened against my face as I felt something draining from me. I closed my eyes, a tear running down my cheek as I felt my very life force being drawn out of me. I gripped the table behind me with one hand, placing the other on Stiles' chest. I pushed him back, using every ounce of adrenaline I could. It only sent him stumbling back a few steps, but at least it got him away from me. He laughed as I sunk down on my knees, my body weak from what he'd drawn from me.
I gripped on to the edge of the table, trying to get my feet under me so I could stand. Stiles tsked at me, shaking his head as he walked closer to me.
"Like a newborn fawn trying to walk for the first time." He brushed the hair away from my forehead. "Did I weaken you? I'm sorry. But, I couldn't have you interfering in my plan, which you witches seem to be very good at." His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. "But you've already done your part, and I really hate for you to miss what's going to happen next, but, like I said. No interfering."
There was a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything went black.
