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Chapter 43 - Part 2
Stiles
Tuesday, May 13th 2014, Sam was back at the university. Charlie had tried to make her stay home, Peter and I had told her to stay home - she was having none of it. The blonde refused to be kept at home when she was 'perfectly fine'. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, I mean we got along because we were so similar and liked the same things - she was stubborn, just like me. I had promised to watch her as much as I could, making sure that she wasn't overexerting herself - I didn't have to, according to Charlie, but I wanted to. She was my friend, so of course I would. I walked Sam to and from her classes, I stayed as close to her as I could when Chase came into view... I did everything I could to keep her calm.
Sam found it 'cute' that I was so worried about her, just like a protective younger brother - she was twenty two, twenty three in October - and kept telling me to stop because I 'wouldn't want Derek to get jealous now, would you?' Whilst it was nice, having someone other than Isaac know about my feelings towards Derek, it was annoying that she kept alluding to it around everyone and was adamant that my feelings were returned. I just flicked her every time she said it - it didn't achieve anything, but it was fun.
It was as we were leaving the university for the day, heading back home - it was so nice calling it that - when he turned up.
Sam and I were talking about how we could secure the perimeter of the house - you know, make it easier to know when we were being stalked so Sam didn't end up in hospital again - keeping quiet so no one overheard us. She had been completely fine. And then she stopped. She completely froze, her heartbeat became irregular and was speeding up. She was staring straight ahead at this guy. He was well built, tall like Derek with a strong jaw, his lips thin and pale in an odd way that he looked kind of...pretty, his eyes this dull muddy brown and greasy brown hair. He looked beat up and tired as fuck; I had never seen him around campus before then. But Sam seemed to recognise him somehow...
I stopped next to her, starting to reach out a hand to make sure she was alright. Before my hand made contact with her shoulder, Sam was sprinting towards him, full speed. The Pack and Charlie were next to me within seconds, all of us trying to figure out what the threat was and starting to go after her.
But then Sam jumped into the guy's arms and hugged him.
As we drew closer we could see that Sam was crying slightly, more people around us becoming nosey assholes and stopping to watch. The guy holding her just laughed a little, with a "I missed you too, Sammy", his grip on her tightening for a moment. Once we all reached the pair, we watched as Sam jumped down and slapped him. Twice.
"I THOUGHT YOU DIED, ASSHOLE!" Sam yelled, trying to choke down the tears and not touch him.
Charlie, hesitantly, took a step towards her fiancée, her hand touching the blonde's back lightly. Sam started slightly, as if she had forgotten that we were all there and was surprised to see us.
"Babe... Who is this?" Charlie asked, cautiously, glancing at the guy in front of us.
Sam sighed, wrapping an arm around Charlie gently, looking back at all of us.
"This is the man who saved my life." Sam told us.
Xavier Jason Danvers, that was the guy's name. He was Sam's partner back in her dark days, helping her sell drugs. Xavier had told Sam to run one day when they were raided by 'angry customers', as Xavier put it, taking a bullet for her.
Sam hadn't seen him since.
Sam though he had died.
Apparently he was like a brother to Sam.
Did I sound jealous? Because I wasn't jealous. I wasn't! Nobody could say otherwise... I mean, I didn't act in a way that would make me come across as jealous - I barely spoke as we sat in this diner, listening to this prick go on and on and on.
Yeah, that's right, we were in a diner! A few of our little group decided it would be a wonderful idea to invite the guy to have dinner with us, seeing how Sam was quite relaxed around him. I didn't like him.
His jokes and smiles seemed forced.
He was pushy and wanted people to do what he said - exactly what Zane was like.
His diction was good and he was smart - too smart for the streets - but he was so stupid on certain things. But he wasn't stupid - nothing like Sam or me, but not stupid.
He had a weird personality - and not the good kind of weird either.
Not to mention a messy eater, blocking his food and eating as fast as he could, almost like someone was going to take it from him.
He was loud - too loud - and his jokes were to the point of, almost, being mean...
There was just something...off about him.
"There was this one time when we were living under this bridge, right? We did so much heroin-" Xavier started.
"OK, and we're done here!" Sam squawked, slapping a hand over his mouth.
Everyone else laughed. Derek, like me, didn't, but he wouldn't have laughed anyway. I turned out of the conversation, only vaguely hearing questions on how Sam got her money at the start - something Xavier didn't answer. I just stared down at my hands, just waiting for the moment that we could leave and not have to see him for a while. Or, even better, never again. I mean, Sam was the first friend I had gotten all by myself. It was a friendship that didn't start by someone feeling sorry for me or digging into my life. Sam knew what it was like to have a shitty parent and live on the streets. Sam was the older sister I always wanted and I had never had the kind of relationship with anyone before. It was like I wasn't needed any more, just pushed aside like a broken toy.
It was as if Sam would ditch me in a heartbeat.
I couldn't take anymore heartache, not after finding myself with a good life with good people. I had gotten rid of my dad, gotten rid of Zane; there was no more Gabriel or Ben... Sure, a lot of people in the town still hated me, whilst others were starting to see I was nothing like the rumours, but things had started to go right for once! I couldn't lose anyone else. Not now.
"I'll be back in a minute." I mumbled - not that anyone heard me.
I managed to slip out of the diner, leaning against the wall, just taking in the sun as I leant my head back. It was so strange - I had never been jealous before! Then again, I had never had friends before - if you don't count the Hale family before I left for Texas when I was five. It was a confusing feeling. It made me feel sick and twisted my insides. It made me irrationally angry.
I wanted it to stop.
I could still hear the laughter coming from inside - obviously Xavier made another joke. He just wasn't funny! He made a gay joke about Danny and Isaac - one I refused to repeat - and most of them had found it funny. It had been borderline homophobic! I just didn't understand.
"Stiles, you ok?" Derek's voice asked.
Turning my head and opening my eyes, I spotted the Alpha wolf standing just next to the closed door of the eatery. His face was pulled down into a concerned frown. He was slightly tense, flinching as another round of laughter was drawn from our group inside - so Derek didn't like him all that much either...
"Yeah. Fine." I sighed, glaring at the ground, wrapping my arms around my torso.
I didn't see him move but, next thing I knew, Derek was next to me, his hand on my upper arm. With a small amount of pressure placed, Derek turned me until I faced him, his hand falling to my elbow when I faced him.
"You're not fine, Genim." Derek chastised. "It's about...him, isn't it? Him and Sam?"
"Am I that obvious?" I whispered.
"Only to me. I don't think the others even notice."
"That makes me feel so much better."
"Alright, sassy. You know Sam won't throw you aside, right? I think she's proved she's here to stay - unless you tell her to fuck off out of your life."
I huffed a small laugh, glancing up at Derek and seeing a small smile on his face now. The hand on my elbow moved yet again, until his entire left arm had wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him. My head rested on his right shoulder, Derek's right hand coming up to the back of my head, resting there gently and, sometimes, running through the strands.
"Pretty sure we're going to be stuck with her for a long time." Derek told me. "She loves you like Laura and Cora loved me."
Derek's scent shifted slightly, going from worried to a mix or worried and sad. It always seemed to happen when he or Peter spoke about their family, just like it happened when I spoke about my mom or how my dad used to be. I hated when the Alpha wolf felt like this. I shifted slightly until I freed my arms, raising them to wrap around his neck.
"It'll all be fine." Derek whispered.
And I believed him. I believed almost every word I heard from Derek. It was at this point that I realised I couldn't stop what I was feeling. I couldn't stop myself from feeling like I loved this sourpuss of a wolf. I couldn't stop it, so I decided to might as well go with it - obviously I wouldn't tell him or any of the others, that was going too far!
As Derek hugged me close to him, I felt him kiss the top of my head, keeping his face turned into my hair as we stood there.
Maybe this wasn't so bad after all...
Xavier just seemed to be trying to get as close to Sam as he could - not physically, but friendship-wise. She had told me that she didn't think she could do it, not after how much she had changed and now she had Charlie - she didn't know if she could go back to being the person she used to be. Yet she still went to meet him whenever he called. It had only been a day and I was missing my friend.
Pulling up in front of the house, I tried to ignore the slight pain I felt when thinking of the possibility of losing my friend to this asshole. This controlling, rude asshole of a dick. I shook my head as I locked my car - a habit I hadn't gotten into when I used to live in it.
That was when I felt it. You know, that feeling when you feel like someone or something is watching you, but you can't see them? That feeling. I couldn't see anyone. I couldn't smell anyone. I just chalked it up to me being paranoid. So, shrugging it off, I just made my way into the house - my home.
I loved being able to call it my home. It was the first place I had ever been able to call home in a long time. I remember, I used to hear the word 'home' and it never meant much more than just a thing I never had. But now I had it. Now I had a home and a family. I had a place I belonged. Smiling to myself, I almost didn't notice how the living room had been rearranged, the majority of the furniture being pushed back against the walls, out the way of the doors.
"What's going on?" I asked, chuckling.
"We're having a game night." Erica squealed, her head popping up from behind one of the couches.
"Since things are pretty calm right now, we all thought we could use some time to unwind." Boyd shrugged, a small smile pulling up the corners of his lips.
We hadn't had a game night since we played twister, a situation I didn't want to revisit. But what were the chances of the night going in that direction again? Rushing upstairs, I took a total of two minutes and seventeen seconds to dump my bag and get changed, only to practically jump back down the stairs and trip back into the living, Derek's solid chest being the only thing keeping me from face planting the floor.
"So, what are we playing?" I grinned.
Charades.
Hide and Seek.
Sardines.
Tag.
Mario Kart.
Those were only some of the many games we played. Every game was just as good as the last, something making us laugh harder than the game we played before. Even Derek and Boyd, the two that were usually the most stoic, laughed just as hard as the rest of us!
Of course, the night ended up winding down, all of us deciding to end the night with a Puppy Pile in the space we made on the floor, duvets, blankets and pillows creating a nice nest for us all.
"I really do love you guys." I whispered as we all lay there.
"Love you too, Batman." Erica sighed, happily.
Smiling slightly, I snuggled further into the warmness surrounding me.
"No, you don't understand. I love you guys." I told them. "Even since my mom died, I haven't had a real family. Hell, even before that my family weren't much of a family. I literally up and left Dallas because of family and a crazy ex. But you guys? You guys have become my family. It's gotten to a point where I can't just simply call all of you my friends, because I care about you all too much. I love you guys."
As I finished talking, I felt Derek's arm go around me, felt Isaac's hand on my arm, felt everyone move in tighter to whoever was next to them. I was finally somewhere I belonged, even if I wasn't a part of their pack.
I didn't see Sam again until Saturday, May 17th. She had came to the house after we had all finished at the university with Charlie, apologising that she couldn't get away from Xavier because he was so clingy until now.
I was just happy to spend time with my friend.
It was a nice day, so we all decided to just sit out on the front porch - some sunbathing, some talking, some reading or listening to music. It was just a nice day. And then it happened.
"Well, well, well. Hey there Sam." a soft voice called. "It's nice to see the one that got away after all this time."
Sam's entire body stiffened, her skin going this sickly pale as she slowly turned around. Standing in front of the house was a woman. She wasn't human, that much I could tell from her scent - not that I could place what she actually was. Her long hair was this dyed, dark purple; eyes a strange pale red. Was it possible to have pale red eyes? Was she using contacts? I couldn't tell. Slim and curvy, with a thin face, she had full looking lips that were painted a blood red, the same as her nails. Her nails - human ones anyway - were sharpened into a point, looking about as sharp as mine when I turned...Even though she was tall, the woman wore these large heels, the dress she wore accenting her milky unblemished skin. She seemed to give of this air of power as she stood there, a smirk on her face as she looked around all of us...
This can't be good.
"What are you doing here, Veronica?" Sam hissed, venom coating each word.
"Can't I just visit?" Veronica asked, her voice sickly sweet as her gaze set on Charlie. "Oh, what's this? Were-coyote? Well, aren't you a rare little thing."
There was this unsettling glint in her eyes as she moved, inhumanly fast, until she was in front of Charlie, reaching out a hand to touch her. Veronica's fingers had barely grazed Charlie's cheek when Sam yanked her fiancée backwards, stepping in front of her.
"She. Is. Mine!" Sam growled, the sound almost too low for any human to pick up on.
Veronica just seemed amused by this, not even caring about the fire that seemed to blaze in Sam's eyes. Not even caring that Sam could tear her apart - that we could easily tear her apart. No, Veronica didn't seem to care. Instead, she just turned to me, gasping slightly as her eyes locked on me.
"You." she grinned, her eyes wide with wonder and...want? "You're even rarer. I've only ever met one half-wolf-half-fox in my life! Oh, you would make such a nice addition."
Before Veronica could take one step towards me, Sam was there, Charlie stumbling next to me a little.
"No!" Sam snapped, body tense. "He's mine too."
I was hers? I was Sam's? What did she even mean by that? I didn't belong to anyone! But I said nothing. If I said anything out loud... Who knew what could happen if I did that?! So I just sat there next to Derek, Charlie standing beside me, watching what was happening, trying to figure out what was going on. What Veronica meant by me making a 'nice addition'. A nice addition to what?
Veronica laughed, smirking as she moved that hair out of her face. She glanced over Sam's shoulder at Charlie and I, the weight of her look reminding me of when I came home before I knew it was games night, when I thought someone was watching me...
Has she been watching us?!
"Oh, Sam. Nothing is ever yours for long, is it?" Veronica simpered, before turning around and disappearing.
As soon as she had vanished, Sam rushed all of us into the house.
Sam had told Derek and Peter to call Chris and Deaton, to get them to the house. She refused to say anything until they turned up.
All of us gathered in the living room, some sitting and some standing, waiting for Sam to reveal what all the fuss was over. I mean, surely it was nothing? But Sam didn't seem to realise we were waiting as she started pacing, looking sickly pale. Deaton looked just as worried as the rest of us, even though he had only met her once before this - but that was Deaton for you, worrying about everyone.
Sam was mumbling to herself, saying how she shouldn't have done that, how this shouldn't have been happening. Just over and over again, speaking so low that I struggled to hear her.
"Sam?" I called out to her, sitting on the arm of Derek's armchair that Deaton was sitting in. "Sam, talk to us."
But she kept pacing. She kept pacing and murmuring to herself.
"Sam, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Charlie asked, her voice raising slightly, yet not shouting - still made us jump, though.
Sam stopped.
Sam turned.
The frightened look on her face did nothing to reassure me that everything was fine. I could feel the panic start to bubble up inside me - could feel myself starting to get nauseous and headachy.
"I did something really stupid." Sam whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "I said you two were mine. I said I own you. She's going to try and hurt you both now. I should've killed her! I should've..."
As Sam trailed off, tears started to run down her face. At that moment, she didn't remind me of a grown woman at university, she reminded me of a scared child, just needing someone to hug her and tell her it would all be ok. And that was exactly what I did. I know, you would have thought Charlie would have been the first to move, but the redhead seemed too stunned at the fact Sam was crying - and in front of the Pack, and all! So I hugged the blonde. I hadn't really notice I had moved until I had my arms wrapped around her.
It took some time before Sam calmed down enough to tell us what was going on. To be honest, I could understand why she had gotten so worked up.
It turned out that Veronica ran this kind of Zoo. A Zoo of rare supernatural beings. Sam - though not a supernatural create, was a woman hunter, which was rare considering women in hunter families were used as leaders not warriors - was, pretty much, forced o be a part of it.
"People were dying." Sam finished. "She said she would stop if I would be part of 'The Collection'. She locked my up for the amusement of others and... And I was just so young. I escaped after a year. It was an amazing feeling to finally be away from the torture. It wasn't as bad as my mom's, but still... I wish I had just killed her."
No one said anything then, but I could feel this energy coming off of the Pack. They were angry, furious... I could see them all glancing over to me repeatedly, I could see claws slightly digging into palms. They were pissed, anyone could see that.
"I would die before I let anything bad happen to him." Sam whispered towards them all, her head falling slightly to stare at the ground.
"Why Stiles?" Derek growled.
"She was obsessed with me - still is. She wants me and she thinks killing the people I love and care about is the way to do it."
There was a silence. A tense sort of quiet where the information sank in.
"Deaton." Sam sighed, getting up and moving towards him. "I need you to make that weird scent hiding thing. But, instead of masking it, it needs to smell like me. She has to think they're mine if they want to be, somewhat, safe."
"What? No!" Derek protested as Deaton nodded.
Sam just ignored him.
"Chris." she said.
"What?" he muttered, an eyebrow raising slightly.
"We're going on a hunt."
"JUST STOP!" Derek yelled.
Everyone flinched as the Alpha wolf roared, his eyes flashing red as he stood there, tense and breathing heavily. I hadn't noticed Derek and moved towards me until that moment, his body blocking mine slightly from view.
But Sam didn't seem bothered by it.
She took a step forward, just one step, until she could lock eyes with Derek. Her face was void of any humour, just plain and deadly seriousness masking her expression.
"I'm not asking you to back down. Trust me. You're going to have to be there constantly, no one leaves him alone. He has to be protected and, hopefully, everyone will get out of this alive." Sam told him, softly. "I've got Charlie. Stiles needs you guys."
"If you think we're letting you do this by yourself then you're insane." Peter said, stepping towards the blonde. "We will all help."
Even though Sam was smiling, we could all smell the fear emitting off of her in waves. It was obvious that she didn't want to go back in the cage. But it was fine, because she had us.
It was still tense Sunday night, everybody on edge even though we had Deaton's scent hiding thing and were thinking of a plan to gank this bitch. It was...stressful, to say the least.
We had all started sleeping in the living room together, just to be safe. Peter and I had even insisted, despite what Derek and some of the others wanted, that Charlie and Sam stayed with us - which they were - so we could keep an eye on them too, everyone keeping each other safe. It was the best thing for us to do.
Sunday night, however, I had been sitting up in my room, lounging on my bed and looking through a few things in the books I had managed to take with me from Dallas. he only problem was, I didn't realise how late it was...
I heard door slam, the walls vibrating with the force. I was up and off the couch as fast as I could move, the panic already starting to rise in my chest. Red hair and violet eyes appeared around the corner, a scowl marring his face as he glared at the ground. Slowly, he lifted his head.
As his eyes met mine, the scowl fell, a feral smile replacing it as he started to move again.
"Well, aren't you a pretty sight to come home to." Zane chuckled, darkly. "Come here, now."
I tripped over my feet as I walked towards him, my entire body shaking. As soon as I was in reach, Zane's hand shot out, grabbing my wrist and yanking me forward into him, turning me slightly so my back was to his chest. His left arm wrapped tightly around my stomach as his right hand released my wrist , his fingers softly brushing against the side of my t-shirt.
"I don't see why you bother with clothes, Precious." Zane tutted. "I think you'd look so much better without them. Don't you?"
"No." I whispered, shaking my head slightly, clenching my eyes shut.
"Oh, don't be like that. It looks like you have a great body. Why else do you think I asked you out?"
As his grip on me tightening, this high-pitched distressed whine emitted from me, my body moving on autopilot to try and get away. But, right now, Zane was a lot faster and stronger. Keeping his hold on me, he spun us both around until he could push me into the wall, my back facing him. Both of his hands landed on my sides, pushing under the fabric of my top, his nails scraping the skin as he moved them up and down.
"I haven't been inside a nice, tight ass in a while." Zane mused as one hand trailed down my back to curve low on my hip. "Do you know how amazing it feels? To have something so hot and tight around you?"
I tried to block out what he was saying, tried to ignore it and hoped that it would just go away. But that never seemed to work.
"I'd fuck you so hard, Baby. I bet you'd like it, wouldn't you?" Zane laughed, rocking his hips against my ass. "You'd be begging for it, harder and faster. I would, you know. I would tear you up so good, leave you feeling me for weeks. Maybe I should buy you a plug, that way you'd really feel it. I would say I'd get you a gag, but then I'd never hear all of those pretty screams. How about a whip? Or a vibrator? I could tie you up and leave it in you for hours, get you nice and open for me. Hm, I can picture it now. You'd look so good in chains, ball gag in your mouth, legs spread with the biggest vibrator I can get turned on the highest setting, cock ring on... Oh, yeah! And I'd definitely get you to dress up for me. Maybe you could be my little, slutty maid, huh? Get you to clean up around here, obeying everything I say, then I could bend you over whenever wherever I want and fuck that pretty little hole of yours. Have you get down on your knees and suck me off - oh, I'd definitely love to fuck that mouth of yours! You'd be soaked in my cum, covered in it."
He finished with a shout as he came in his jeans, slumping against me heavily.
"One day, Babe. One day we're gunna do all that and more." Zane whispered, slapping my ass as he pushed away and went to go change his jeans.
I woke up clammy, falling to the floor as I struggled to get away. I was tangled in something restrictive, the pressure making it harder to breathe. I couldn't breathe.
And then a hand touched my shoulder.
Violently, I flung myself backwards, my back hitting the edge of a bed. The pain helped ground me, the fog of panic in my mind retreating slowly as I tried to get away.
"I told you not to touch him!" a voice snapped, growling softly.
"Well you didn't tell me he would do that, Derek!" another voice argued.
Derek...
When I had calmed down and the Pack were sure I was alright, we all went downstairs, Peter handing me a mug of hot chocolate as we all piled onto the floor. No one said anything, not even Sam or Charlie. I had overheard someone in the Pack telling them about Zane, explaining to them that I still had nightmares about him and the things that happened back in Dallas... At least I didn't have to try and find a way to tell them myself. No, instead of asking me anything, they continued to talk about what we were going to do about Veronica.
Sam wanted to jump in head first.
Erica, very bluntly, told her that was a shit idea.
Scott said we had to have a really well thought out plan.
Boyd said it would take too long.
Isaac asked if we should just leave it to Chris.
Lydia said we couldn't just rely on him to sort out our problem.
Every one of them came up with some sort of idea, but someone always seemed to find a flaw.
"Guys, can we just go to sleep?" I whispered, the hot chocolate long gone and the mug on the table. "One more night won't hurt us."
"Stiles is right." Derek sighed. "We'll think better after we sleep."
With a small murmur of agreement, everyone fell quiet, shuffling down into 'The Nest' and huddling together. Lying fully on my back, I reached under my pillow and grabbed Wolfy, secretly hugging him to my chest underneath all the blankets. Derek seemed to be the only one who noticed, since I kept Wolfy mainly on my left side, next to Derek - I didn't really mind Derek knowing.
The Alpha wolf shuffled a little closer to me, resting on his stomach, one arm boosting his pillow as the other moved until his hand brushed against mine. I glanced over at the Alpha wolf looking into the faded, forest green eyes that I knew so well. He gave me a small reassuring smile.
It, kind of, made things a little better.
I was scared of falling asleep again. I didn't want another nightmare, especially not with everyone around me. But it wasn't like I could fall asleep anyway - I was far too awake. Sighing softly, I shifted until I was laying on my side, facing Derek. The Alpha wolf looked peaceful when he was asleep. He wasn't tense, he wasn't frowning... It made him look so much younger, even if he was only twenty five - almost twenty six. I couldn't help but reach out with a hand, running a finger lightly across his forehead.
Derek seemed to be one of the only constants in my life. He was always there, he always noticed... It just made me like him more. But it would never happen and that hurt me. If things had been different, if the situation was different, then maybe. But not like this, not when I seemed to destroy everything I touched.
As I lay there, I watched as Derek twitched slightly, beginning to stir. I retracted my hand, closing my eyes and pretending to be asleep, gripping the toy in my hands. I heard skin against fabric, sliding and shifting before a soft sound came from the Alpha wolf. But I just kept my eyes closed.
"I know you're awake, Stiles." Derek muttered as he ran his finger across my forehead. "Might wanna relax the next time you pretend to be asleep."
Huffing slightly, I looked at the green eyed mad in front of me.
"You know you're safe, right?" Derek whispered, shuffling a little closer.
I nodded my head, staring down at the billowy blankets below us. Derek just moved that much closer, his fingers hooking gently under my chin to lift my head up to look at him again. His thumb shifted slightly, brushing against my jaw. My gaze flitted down to his hand before I looked into his eyes again, seeing the gentle, calm look in his eyes.
"You. Are. Safe." he said, forcefully. "I'm not going to let anything or anyone hurt you. Not again. Alright?"
"Ok." I whispered.
"Hey, c'mere."
Derek shifted himself around until he too was on his side, one arm sliding under my neck to curl around my shoulders, whilst the other came around to loosely encircle my hips. I felt it a little strange how, with Zane, I panicked the moment I knew he was remotely close to me, but I could have Derek pressed up against me as I would just...melt.
Maybe he really was my Mate...
"Do you want to talk about earlier?" he asked, almost hesitantly. "About the nightmare?"
"Wasn't a nightmare." I mumbled into his t-shirt.
"What was it then?"
"Memory."
Derek tensed slightly at this - I was starting the regret it, until he pulled me closer to his body heat, the arm around my shoulders reaching up so his fingers could play with the hair at my neck.
"It was a couple of days before I ran away. He'd locked me in his apartment whilst he went to get some drug or another, just so I didn't run away." I told him, shakily.
"Stiles, you don't have to-"
"Yes I do. I-It's about time someone knows."
Derek didn't respond verbally. All he did was hold me that little bit tighter.
"I was fine when I was alone. I could pretend that I was living by myself and that nothing like that was going on. But then he came back." I continued. "He hadn't taken it yet, but I could smell it in his pocket, but he was in a bad mood. Until he saw me. He liked to trap me, corner me so I couldn't get away. Sometimes he would beat me, other times he would try and touch me or get me to have sex with him, but it would usually end in him beating me or burning me. But, this time, it was different. It was like I was paralysed - I couldn't move. I don't know how or why, I just couldn't. I could only stand there. He'd pressed me against the wall and started saying things. About how I would look with no clothes, how it was the reason he asked me out, how he would fuck me. He told me about all these things he could use or get me to do or do to me... And I couldn't move, I was so scared. He didn't beat me that time though. He had to change his pants and was too blissed out. That night I had started looking for somewhere to run to and started packing... That was when I made my decision that I was definitely running."
Derek didn't say anything, just hugged me tighter, his larger frame almost encasing mine. It kind of made me feel safe.
"I won't let anything like that happen to you again. Ever." Derek promised, burying his face into my hair, just like he did outside of the diner.
That night was the best night's sleep I had gotten in a long while.
The next morning - Monday, May 19th - no one wanted to go to the university. No one wanted exams, no one wanted to do anything. But we had to. We had to make it look like we were normal, human students. We only took three cars, everyone sharing so no one was alone. It was just as well that we all had classes with each other at some point during the day - including Sam.
The day was fairly normal, nothing big happening, everything was going fine.
Harris was a douche.
Chase was a dick.
A large group of people were assholes.
Just a normal day at the University of Beacon Hills.
I had never been happier to have a day like that! Just to have something normal and familiar during a time of stress and panic. It was almost comforting. Strange, huh, how the environment at the school could be seen as comforting?
"What kind of places does she stick to?" I asked, rubbing my hands through my hair, wishing I had something for my headache.
"Anywhere abandoned." Sam sighed. "Less chance of being caught. I thought that was obvious."
"Well, you never know! One day we could have a creative asshole come to Beacon Hills!"
And whilst one could hope, it was likely never to happen. For some reason, every Big Bad we had so far, or they had all encountered in the past, went for the very stereotypical hideout - if it wasn't a teenager or adult living in a house or apartment, that is. Honestly, you'd think they'd be creative - come up with something we wouldn't suspect so it wasn't so easy to find them and kill them.
I said as much out loud.
"That's the thing." Sam told me. "She wants us to find her. You, Charlie and me. She wants the three of us, so she wants us to find where she is. Knowing her, she probably has someone watching us."
"This is ridiculous!" I growled to myself. "I left Dallas to get away from creepy stalker people. This is the third one!"
First Gabriel. Second Ben. Now Veronica. How many people like them were we going to get? Zane was more than enough to last me a lifetime - I could have happily gone without the others! Don't get me wrong, I'd rather it be me and not some young human kid, but I was getting sick and tired of being targeted!
"Ok, remind me what she is again?" Isaac asked, frowning slightly.
"Were-tiger. And, trust me, her bite is worse than her bark. Literally." Sam explained. "Their bite is like a drug - it feels almost as good as sex. It's...addictive. You're so blissed out it's unbelievable. One bite from them and you're left vulnerable. And they're fast, trust me."
Everything was fine until we got home. Chris, Deaton, Peter, Derek and Charlie were all waiting for us on the front porch, all of them agitated and on edge. As we got closer, the feeling only intensified.
"What's wrong?" I hesitated, glancing towards the open door of the house.
"We found Veronica's 'pet'." Peter spat. "He's been gathering information on all of us."
"You're not going to like who it is." Charlie whispered, looking at Sam.
Just from the look, I could tell who it was.
So could Sam.
A disbelieving look crossed the blonde's face before she ran into the house, Charlie just behind her. Following them slowly, we found Charlie holding back her shorter fiancée back from doing some serious damage to the sadistic looking human.
No one thought to hold me back, however, so I got in a nice good punch.
"I knew there was something dodgy about you." I growled.
"Well, can't say I'm surprised that the little bitch sniffed me out." Xavier grinned. "And to think, I actually had to try with you."
Derek held me back with an arm wrapped around my chest, the warmth of his body grounding me slightly as I looked at the filth in front of us.
"You're my friend!" Sam yelled. "How could you do that?!"
"I was never you're friend! You took her away from me!" Xavier screamed. "I love her! You don't deserve her! But you - you - did something to her, made her love you!"
"What's wrong with you, Xav? You were never like this!"
"Don't pretend you know me, slut!"
Boyd and Peter both held Sam and Charlie back then, Derek struggling slightly to keep a hold of me. He had been someone Sam trusted and, whilst I didn't like him to begin with, he should never have abused that trust.
And then I saw it.
"He let her bite him." I snarled. "There's a mark on the back of his neck."
"Get those three out of here!" Deaton called over the snarling and growling.
It took a large number of them to drag the three of us out of the room.
Charlie, Sam and I were not allowed back into the room. Xavier was purposefully riling us up, hoping we'd make a mistake. I knew this, I could understand this... But at that moment, it just didn't compute. All I could think of was that I was right and that I should rip the guy to pieces.
But Boyd, Peter and Scott wouldn't let us. They wouldn't move out of the doorways to the kitchen until the others came in, closing the doors behind them.
"You three are not going back in there with him." Derek stated. "That's what he wants. I don't care what you say. I don't care what you want. I'm telling you what is going to happen. No complaints."
Sam just glared.
"Do you think we can get him to talk?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. But we can try." Derek sighed.
And that's what they tried.
For three hours.
They talked.
They yelled.
Chris beat him.
They did everything they could think of to get him to talk.
Soon, everyone was getting tired and hungry and thirsty.
So we ate and we had something to drink...
But it still wasn't enough to make us notice.
It still wasn't enough to make us see our mistake.
We didn't know until Charlie had walked out to go to the bathroom, Erica and Lydia following her to make sure she didn't go into Xavier. We didn't know until she yelled.
"Xavier took Sam!" Charlie screamed.
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