Hey, everyone! I'm sorry it's been a while! I'm still going through a rough patch, but I really am trying! So this is the longest chapter I've written, but I am so happy with how this turned out and I think it might be my favorite one so far. I hope you guys enjoy it too! :)
P.S., If you are a huge fan of the musical Wicked (as I am myself), you'll notice a line from the play in here. See if you can spot it! :P
WARNING: Sexual content
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Shit!
How in the hell did this happen? No matter what he tried to make it stop, Isaac's hands kept shaking tremendously. He hadn't gotten any sleep the night before. What he had witnessed beforehand was just way too traumatizing. The screaming and blood splattering everywhere were forever imprinted into his brain. Even when Isaac did manage to shut his eyes, all he could see was his father being shred to pieces right in front of him. It was something he would always remember for the rest of his life.
And now freakin' Scott McCall knew that he was a werewolf, too, which was just the icing on the cake. Isaac overheard the co-captain telling his twitchy best friend Stiles Stilinski that he sensed another werewolf on the team. Technically, Scott never said it was the blond, so he figured that he didn't know that it was exactly him for sure. Still, he couldn't take any chances so Isaac had to make sure to be super careful during practice and not lose control in front of everyone. It was going to be tough since lacrosse was a very intense sport but he had to do his best.
Speaking of practice, Isaac gripped onto his lacrosse stick as he made his way onto the field. His cerulean eyes kept glancing around to see if anyone was staring at him. Ever since the woman who helped him out in the flower shop the other day- also known as Derek's friend Anabelle… or partner… Isaac never did figure out what their relationship was- dropped him off at school, he has been on edge. You would've thought that the unwanted attention wasn't anything unusual since everyone had always viewed Isaac as some sort of weirdo. But now it just felt like they knew that there was something even odder about him. It was very scary and uncomfortable, probably more than being locked inside the freezer.
When someone tapped on Isaac's shoulder, the boy let out a gasp and spun around, giving himself a whiplash. A sigh of relief slipped past his lips when he saw his girlfriend standing there with her hands raised in defense, one of those hands holding a thermos.
"Easy there, babe," Delilah chuckled, "It's just me."
"Sorry," Isaac said, "I wasn't expecting to see you here." One of his eyebrows rose up. "Wait, what are you doing here? Don't you have class right now?"
"Actually, I have a free period," Delilah told him, "So I decided to come out to watch you guys practice." The brunette smiled at her boyfriend. "I wanted to see you in action."
Of course she wanted to watch Isaac when he was already struggling with the effects of the full moon. Derek and Anabelle had warned him about this earlier. He was doing whatever he could to fight against the shift, but it was going to be hard to do so once he was on the field. The last thing Isaac wanted was for Delilah to see him lose it and explain why he was acting stranger than usual.
"Are you sure?" Isaac asked, "I doubt I'm going to be doing much out there. I don't want you to be bored the whole time."
"I won't be bored," Delilah assured him, "I'll have Erica with me since she has a free period, too. See?" they looked over at the bleachers where said girl was sitting. She gave the couple a small wave and they returned the gesture, Isaac more hesitant.
"Oh," he said, "That's fine, I guess."
Delilah noticed that Isaac didn't sound too thrilled about her staying to watch the practice. "Do you not… want me to be here?"
"No!" Isaac quickly responded. His eyes widened. "I-I mean… it's not that I don't want you here. I do. It's just… I don't want you wasting your time watching me do nothing while you could be doing something more important."
"Hey," the dancer said, placing her hand on the boy's smooth cheek, "You're important to me. And if you spend the whole time on your cute butt on the bench, then I would be more than happy to see you do just that."
Chuckling lightly, Isaac inched closer to her. "You're the best, Delilah." As soon as their lips connected, Coach Finstock blew his whistle. "And that's my cue to get going."
"Alright, I'll leave you to it then." Delilah kissed her boyfriend one last time before walking away. "Love you!"
"Love you, too," Isaac said back. Then he let out a big breath of air as he rubbed the back of his neck. "God, I am so fucked." He pulled on his helmet and jogged over to the rest of the team.
"I've never actually seen them practice before," Erica said as Delilah sat next to her.
"Me neither," the brunette said, "It should be pretty interesting. I wonder if it's as intense as an actual game." She watched as half of the team lined up on the field and the other half sit on the bench. One of Delilah's eyebrows rose as she noticed Isaac on the field. "Huh. He sounded so certain that he was going to be benched today."
"Is Isaac still acting strange?" Erica asked.
"Yeah. He was really jumpy when I went to go say hi to him. And he seemed like he didn't want me to watch for some reason."
"Wow," the blonde said, "That is pretty weird."
"You're telling me…"
Everything seemed to be running smoothly during practice so far. The two girls shared hot chocolate as they watched all of the action on the field, adding a few comments here and there. And of course, Delilah couldn't stop ogling over how 'hot' Isaac looked in his lacrosse gear. Erica rolled her eyes but laughed at her best friend's awed state.
However, things got weird when Scott McCall, who was supposed to be playing goalie, kept running out of the net and tackling whoever was throwing the ball. Coach Finstock yelled at him to stop doing that, but Scott didn't listen.
"I know I'm not an expert on lacrosse," Erica commented, "but I don't think Scott's supposed to be knocking down everyone if he's the goalie."
"Yeah, I don't think so, either," Delilah agreed, "Wait. Is it just me or does it look like he's smelling them?" Erica nodded. "Wow, I do not understand this sport at all."
Then it started to go downhill from there. Jackson Whittemore claimed that his shoulder was hurting and he took a seat on the bench. So it was now Isaac's turn. With anticipation, Delilah took in the way her boyfriend gripped onto his stick tightly and his shoulders moved up and down as he breathed heavily. Something was wrong, Delilah could feel it. All she could do was just sit there, bite her nails, and wait to see how this was going to play out.
Both Isaac and Scott charged at each other in full speed. They crashed into each other, spinning around in the air and falling onto the ground. Delilah gasped and covered her mouth when she heard the harsh collision. That really did not sound good. She wanted to run down there to make sure Isaac was okay, but her feet wouldn't allow her to move.
Because that was when the police unexpectedly showed up.
Sheriff Stilinski and Deputy Henderson along with a few other officers walked across the field to Coach Finstock. As they conversed, they kept glancing over at the two boys, specifically Isaac. His heart beat erratically as he looked at Scott with wide and fearful eyes.
"Don't tell them," Isaac begged, shaking his head, "Please don't tell them." He looked where Delilah was watching, looking scared and confused. "Especially her."
Scott didn't get the chance to respond before the sheriff and deputy came to them and asked Isaac to come with them. He had no choice but to go. So he stood up and let the officers lead him away. Now completely concerned, Delilah ran down the bleachers and after the police. Deputy Henderson stopped her before she could get to Isaac.
"Miss, you can't talk to him right now," he told her gently, "You're going to have to go back to class."
"What's going on, officer?" Delilah asked, voice wavering slightly, "Is Isaac okay?"
"I can't discuss any of this with you right now," Deputy Henderson said, "But I can assure you that we're doing our best to get to the bottom of the situation. Return to class, please."
And with that, he went back to his fellow officers and Isaac. Delilah continued to stand there completely dumbfounded, not really sure how to process what was happening. Erica came up beside her with both of their stuff in her hands.
"Hey, is everything alright?" Erica asked.
"I… I don't know…" Delilah stammered, "They wouldn't tell me anything. I don't even know what to think. But all I know is that I'm starting to freak out a little."
"Come on," Erica said, wrapping an arm around her friend's shoulders, "Let's just go to class and try to keep ourselves busy." She led Delilah off the field and to the school building as the lacrosse team went back to practice.
Chemistry class sucked. Like, truly and deeply sucked. It was Delilah's favorite subject, but she was having the hardest time concentrating. All she could think about was Isaac. What did the police want with him? Isaac wasn't the type of guy to get into any sort of trouble, so Delilah had no idea why they took him away. But a few possible scenarios popped up in her mind. He could've been a witness to a recent crime that had been committed. Or maybe the police were doing some kind of survey and selected random people to participate, which actually sounded stupid the more Delilah thought about it.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Deputy Henderson entered the room and spoke quietly to Mr. Harris. The chemistry teacher sighed before turning to Delilah.
"Miss Lambert," he said, "Gather your belongings and follow Deputy Henderson to the principal's office."
With a nod, Delilah closed her books and slipped them in her book bag. The whole room was silent as they watched her leave with the deputy. They walked to the principal's office where Deputy Henderson had her wait outside as he went inside. Delilah slumped in the chair next to the door, placing her bag on her lap. Her knee started bouncing up and down due to the nerves. If Lawrence were here, he would've thrown a fit over the annoying habit. But he wasn't so Delilah had nothing to worry about… for now, at least.
After what felt like an hour (but it couldn't have been more than twenty minutes), the door to the principal's office opened. Jackson walked out to Delilah's surprise. When the jock looked down at her, a cocky smirk crept up his chiseled face, making her hug her bag closer to her body. She had never been fond of Jackson. He was such an arrogant jerk, even worse than Trenton. And he was a bigger flirt, which didn't settle well with Delilah at all since she was a victim of his stares. It didn't last long as he finally walked away to go back to class, thank god.
"Delilah?" Said girl looked up at Sheriff Stilinski. "We're ready for you now." With a nod, Delilah stood and stepped inside the office. The sheriff instructed her to sit in the chair in front of the desk and she did as Deputy Henderson flipped through some files. "How are you doing, Delilah?"
"Um, I'm fine, thank you," she said nervously, "And yourselves?"
"We're doing just fine," Sheriff Stilinski smiled softly. He then let out a long sigh. "Alright, we should get down to it. Delilah, where were you last night between seven PM and nine-thirty PM?"
"Last night?" Delilah repeated, "I was at my dance lesson. At the Beacon Hills Dance Factory. I was done at around eight-thirty and then I went home straight afterwards."
Nodding, Deputy Henderson asked, "And you're in a relationship with Isaac Lahey, is that correct?" Delilah nodded shyly. "I'm assuming that he wasn't with you last night?"
"No, he wasn't. He was probably either at work or home."
"Did you talk to him at some point last night? No phone calls or text messages?" Delilah shook her head. "What about his father? Did you see him when you got home?"
"His father? Um…" Delilah paused a moment to think. "Actually, when I think about it, I didn't see his car in the driveway. Maybe he was working." Deputy Henderson nodded before writing something down on a notepad, making Delilah's curiousness increase. "I'm sorry, is there something wrong?"
Sheriff Stilinski rubbed his forehead and sat on the principal's desk. He sighed before speaking. "Isaac's father was found dead in an alley last night. Murdered seems to be the more appropriate term."
He handed a few photos to Delilah, who was absolutely stunned by the terrible news. The photos were of Dave's body all mangled up in his car. Blood was splattered everywhere, making Delilah feel sick to her stomach. Sure, Dave was a bad man who deserved to be punished, but to go the way he did? That was just dreadful. No one should have to suffer like that, even the worst man. Delilah could only imagine what her boyfriend must be feeling about this.
"Oh my god, that's so awful," Delilah breathed out, handing the sheriff the photos back, "Isaac must be devastated right now."
"Actually, Delilah," Sheriff Stilinski said solemnly, "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it has come to our attention that Isaac and his father didn't exactly have the best relationship. We heard that Dave was really abusing Isaac."
Crap. Delilah had completely forgotten that Jackson had lived on the other side of the Lahey house. He most likely knew about what was really going on over there also, so he must have said something to the police. It was undecided whether or not that was a bad thing though.
"You don't look so surprised by this information," Deputy Henderson pointed out, "Did you know that this was happening?"
"Yes," Delilah admitted hesitantly, "Before we started dating, I noticed the scars and bruises, but I just assume that they were from lacrosse. He did tell me eventually that his dad was hitting him."
"Why didn't you contact the authorities then?" Sheriff Stilinski asked.
"Believe me, I wanted to," Delilah told him, "We'd get into little arguments about it all the time. But he didn't want anyone else to know. He was afraid of being taken away so he begged me not to tell. I didn't agree with him about not getting help, but I respect his wishes. Like he does with me." Her eyes widened when she realized what she said. "You know, if I were ever in that same position as him."
Neither officers seemed too convinced, but they didn't question it further. "Uh huh… Delilah, is Isaac known to be a violent person?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does he ever get angry with you easily?" Deputy Henderson asked, "Like yell at you or even hit you?"
"What? No!" Delilah said, appalled by the question, "Isaac would never do such a thing. He loves me. And I love him."
"Okay, just take a deep breath, Delilah," Deputy Henderson instructed her calmly, "Has Isaac said that he hated his father or wished bad things would happen to him?"
"No. I mean, yeah, he would get upset whenever he talked about his father, but he never said anything to that extreme. Why…" Suddenly, it all came together. Delilah had never felt so disgusted in her life. "You think Isaac killed his own father?"
"We don't exactly know for sure," Sheriff Stilinski told her, "But all of the information we've been told today leads us to believe that he's a suspect. He's the only person who would have motivation to do it."
"Unless you can tell us who else would be a likely suspect, we unfortunately have no choice but to take Isaac with us until we gather more information," Deputy Henderson said.
Shaking her head, Delilah did her best to hold back the tears that were starting to sting her eyes. "Look, officers, I really do appreciate everything you do for the town to make sure we're all safe. But no one knows Isaac better than idea. He is the sweetest and most caring person I have ever known. He would never hurt anybody, no matter how poorly they treat him. Isaac still loved his father. I know he would never do something as awful as this. Isaac Lahey is not a killer. You just have to trust me."
"We're sorry, Delilah," Deputy Henderson apologized, "We wish we could take your word for it, but we just don't have enough evidence to clear his name yet. But we'll do what we can to settle this. Sheriff, do you have any more questions for Delilah?"
The sheriff shook his head. "No. I think we're done for the day. You're free to go now, Miss Lambert. Thank you for your time."
No need to tell her twice. Silently, Delilah stood up with her bag and exited the office. Tears were still threatening to leak out but she wouldn't allow them. It wasn't until she saw Jackson standing by his locker when her emotions switched from heartbreak to anger. Delilah kept a tight grip on the strap of her bag as she stomped over to him.
"Jackson!"
Said boy turned his head towards Delilah and that same cocky smirk appeared on his face. "Well, look who we have here. How long has it been since we last talked?"
"What did you say to them?" the brunette asked, cutting right to the chase, "What did you say to convince them that Isaac killed his dad?"
"I told them the truth," Jackson said, "God knows that you wouldn't have even though you're his precious girlfriend."
"Because that wasn't my secret to tell," Delilah said, "Just like it wasn't yours."
"They were going to find out either way, so what does it matter?"
Delilah scoffed in disbelief. "What does it matter? Because of you, Isaac could be going to jail!" She pushed on his chest. "They think that he killed his dad!"
"Maybe he did," Jackson shrugged nonchalantly.
"Bullshit. His father might have been an asshole, but you and I both know that he would never do such a thing."
"Are you sure about that, Delilah?" Jackson asked, "Be realistic. If the opportunity came along, I bet you would have done the same with your stepfather."
All of the breath seemed to have been knocked out of Delilah. Her whole body went stiff and her hands trembled. "What?"
"Isaac's not the only one keeping secrets. I know what goes on at your house every night as well."
"There's nothing going on," Delilah lied.
"Oh my god." Jackson rolled his eyes. "How stupid do you think I am? I only live two houses down from yours. I can hear you screaming when your stepfather beats you." He grabbed the dancer's wrist and lifted it. "You may be able to hide your bruises and cuts with cheap makeup and long sleeves, but you don't have me fooled. Also, anyone who hangs out with Lahey must be fucked up, too."
"Screw you, Jackson," Delilah seethed, yanking her arm away from the boy's hold.
Jackson stepped closer to her, making her back press against the lockers. "If I was able to find out as quickly as I did, I guarantee that it won't take long for anyone else to figure it out, including the police. So I'd be more careful if you don't want people to know. Just a little heads up."
He backed away and headed down the hallway. Delilah just stood there in shock, not able to move or speak. What in the world was she supposed to do after that? Not only is Isaac heading off to jail for a crime she was starting to ask herself he really committed or not, apparently she wasn't as secretive about her abuse as she thought she was. She was just surprised that Jackson didn't even say anything to the police about it. But Delilah knew that he was right. If anyone else finds out, she was majorly fucked.
Her legs gave out from under her and she slid onto the floor. Those hot tears finally won over and rolled down her rosy cheeks. Delilah brought her knees up to her chest as she continued to cry. Everything had gone downhill so damn fast. How was it even possible that Isaac's life had gotten worse? All Delilah could do was pray that this whole issue was going to be resolved quickly and that her boyfriend would be okay. But the thing was… she wasn't sure herself that everything was going to be okay…
It wasn't until later that night during dinner when the Porter residence received a phone call from the school, informing them about the events that have occurred these past couple of days. As Lawrence talked to the principal, his eyes burned holes in the back of Delilah's head. She just kept her head down and poked at her peas. Gloria looked back and forth at her husband and daughter, unsure of what was happening.
"Yes, thank you for letting us know," Mr. Argent," Lawrence said through the phone, "We'll be sure to be very careful around here from now on. Thank you again. Goodbye."
"What was that about?" Gloria asked as Lawrence hung up the phone.
"That was the principal at the school," he said, sitting back down at the table, "Dave Lahey was found dead last night and his son's the only one the police suspect that did it."
"Oh my god," Gloria gasped, "That's horrible."
Lawrence looked at Delilah, whose eyes were still fixated on her food. "Did you know about this, Delilah?"
"I was called out of class today to answer questions from the police," she answered, "But that was the first I ever heard of the murder. I never got the chance to talk to Isaac about it or anything."
"Didn't I tell you that there was something odd about that kid?" Lawrence said to Gloria, shaking his head, "I just knew right from the start that he was a troublemaker."
"Oh, Lawrence, don't jump to conclusions," Gloria told him, "You honestly believe that someone like Isaac could do something so horrible?"
"Well, it makes the most sense! I don't know anyone else who would've had the motive to do it." Lawrence pointed his fork at Delilah. "This goes to show that that boy cannot be trusted and is not safe to be around. If he ever gets out of jail, I never wanna see you with him ever again."
That was a bit of an oxymoron since Lawrence was probably the most dangerous man Delilah had ever known. But she couldn't defy him. Not if she wanted to get her ass kicked again. So she just nodded her head and agreed before finishing her dinner.
"Um, is it okay if I go to the library to study with Erica?" Delilah asked.
"At this time at night?" Lawrence said, "Don't you think it's a bit late to go out and study?"
"It's for chemistry," Delilah lied, "I didn't get a chance to get the notes or homework because I was with the police. And I can't get them during class tomorrow because we have a quiz."
"If it's fine with Lawrence, then it's fine with me," Gloria said.
With a roll of his eyes, the older man warned, "You better be back home no later than ten or else."
"Yes, sir," Delilah said, not wasting any time. She placed her dishes in the sink and grabbed her keys and book bag before leaving the house.
Instead of going to the library like she told her stepfather, Delilah drove to the police station. She knew that Isaac would still be there and she just had to get to the bottom of this situation. While she was extremely nervous to see him for some reason, it was going to bug her even more if she didn't. Delilah's mind was so jumbled that she was surprised she wasn't distracted enough to not keep driving.
She ended up parked in front of the station in one piece. When she walked in, she saw a dark-skinned woman in uniform behind the front desk talking on the phone. Delilah waited politely as the deputy finished her conversation. Then she hung up and smiled at the brunette.
"Hello, sweetie," she said, "What can I help you with this evening?"
"Hi, umm…" Delilah said, "I'm Isaac Lahey's girlfriend. You know, the boy who was arrested earlier. And I, uh, I was wondering if he was still here."
"I'm sorry, he is here, but I'm afraid you're not allowed to visit him right now," the deputy told her, "But you could come back tomorrow if you still want to see him."
But Delilah grew more desperate and she could feel those tears building up again. "I really hate to be a bother, ma'am, but I've had a really bad day, with being questioned by the police and my boyfriend being sent to jail. I just want to make sure if my Isaac's okay. I've been worried all day and…" Her emotions got the best of her and she started to cry. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't cry, sweetheart," the deputy tried to comfort the teen, "Look, how about I make you a deal? I'll let you see your boyfriend, but only for ten minutes. How does that sound? Go down this hall and he should be on the right."
"I really appreciate that," Delilah nodded, wiping away her tears, "Thank you so much, ma'am."
Following the deputy's directions, Delilah recollected herself so she wasn't a blubbering mess. She passed by another officer, who gave her the creeps as he stared at her. It didn't take long for Delilah to find Isaac's cell. The poor boy was sitting on a chair with his elbows resting on his knees and head in his hands, looking absolutely miserable. He must've heard Delilah come in the room because his head snapped up and he jumped out of his chair.
"Delilah!" he gasped, going over to the bars where the brunette met him at, "Baby, what are you doing here?"
"The police told me what happened last night," Delilah explained, "When I heard that you were here, I knew that I had to see you. How are you doing?"
"I've been better," Isaac admitted, "I haven't even spent half a day in here and it already feels like I'm in hell." He chuckled lightly but then got serious quickly. "You really shouldn't be here. It's not safe to be out right now. You gotta go home."
"No. I'm not leaving until we talk about what the hell's going on."
Isaac let out a sigh. "Delilah, there's nothing for you to worry about. It's all just a big misunderstanding. It's not a big deal-"
"Not a big deal? Isaac, you're dad just died and everyone thinks that you're the one who murdered him. That is a huge deal! How are you not freaking out about this as much as I am?"
"Let me ask you something, and I want you to answer me honestly," Isaac said, gripping onto the bars, "Do you think I did it?"
"What…" Delilah stammered, "What are you…"
"Just answer the question. Do you think I killed my father?"
It took his girlfriend a while to answer, which worried Isaac. She sighed before speaking. "I don't want to believe it."
"But you do."
"I don't," Delilah quickly said, "I don't believe it. But something doesn't make sense. Last week, you said you were getting help from some stranger. Then the next day, you tell me that everything's gonna change and things will get better. I don't necessarily know what that means, but ever since then, you've been acting really strange. Your scars and bruises seemed to have vanished overnight and you act like someone's out to get you. You're hiding something from me and… I just don't know what to believe anymore."
As if Isaac didn't feel like shit before, then he felt like the biggest jerk in the world when he realized how upset his girlfriend really was about this. It's not like he meant to be distant from her. He had gotten the bite to protect her, but he still wasn't ready to let Delilah know everything. In time he will, but right now, his life was taking a turn for the worst and as selfish as it sounds, Isaac panicked at the thought of losing the most important person in his life. But he also knew that if he kept this up, he was going to lose her anyway.
He reached out between the metal bars and caressed Delilah's baby-soft face. When she looked up, her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. How he wished he could do anything to make them go away.
"When this all blows over- and it will, I promise you- I'll tell you everything," Isaac promised, "But right now, I just need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Delilah?"
Said girl nodded. "I do. I do trust you, Isaac." Then she reached up to kiss him, which was a little awkward with the bars in between them, but they made it work. Unfortunately, the sweet moment didn't last long.
Because the full moon was starting to make its effect on Isaac.
No! No, no, god damn it, no! Why did this have to happen right at this moment? It couldn't wait until after Delilah left? Life had the worst timing ever! Isaac groaned in pain and grabbed onto his head. As soon as he felt his fangs and claws growing, he turned away so Delilah wouldn't see. But that didn't stop her from being concerned.
"Isaac?" she said, "Isaac, baby, are you okay?"
"You have to leave," Isaac managed to say, "You can't be here right now. You can't be here right now. You have to leave."
"Hey, what's wrong?" Delilah continued, beginning to panic, "Do you need me to go get someone?"
"Delilah, I'm serious," Isaac growled, "You gotta get out of here. Get out. Now!"
Before she could question his sudden change in behavior, Delilah was grabbed by the back of her neck and thrown at a wall. She cried out in pain as her head hit the hard surface and landed on the floor. Something wet dripped down her forehead so she swiped her hand across it. Blood coated her fingertips. Delilah didn't have time to think about it because suddenly, a dark shadow was cast over her body. The officer that was looking over Isaac's cell was standing above her and had the nastiest look on his face, especially when he grinned and displayed yellow teeth. He wrapped his beefy hand around Delilah's neck and dragged her body up against the wall. The brunette whimpered as she scratched at his hand, but all that did was make his grip tighten, cutting off her air supply. He pulled out a syringe filled with purple liquid and raised it up as the sound of metal breaking filled the room.
"GET OFF OF HER!"
Just as the officer was about to stick the needle in Delilah's neck, he was tackled to the ground and forced to let her go. She rolled over to the other side of the room, hitting the back of her head. God, if she was going to be thrown around the room like a rag-doll, Delilah was going to have a killer headache by the end of the night. Looking up, she saw whoever pulled the officer away from her being thrown over a nearby desk, causing him to collide with the wall and knock out cold. The familiar boy with the tall figure and curly blond hair slowly turned around towards Delilah. Her emerald eyes widened like bugs and her jaw dropped at who was staring back at her. There was no way in hell that was her boyfriend.
Why? Because this boy didn't look human. In fact, his scrunched up face, pointed ears, and hairy sideburns made him resemble some sort of dog. Something that reminded her of the creatures in ghost stories she used to tell with her friends at slumber parties. Something that should not be standing in front of her right now.
All Delilah could do was just stare. She was basically glued to her spot on the floor. Isaac took a step closer to her but stopped when he heard people struggling. Delilah looked over to see another officer (only this one had an arrow in his leg) dropping Stiles Stilinski and Natalie Henderson on the floor. When did those two even get here? Anyway, her classmates spotted her and their eyes grew wide. The officer looked in the same direction as them as saw Delilah pressed against the wall.
"And who the hell are you?" he snarled, stalking over to her. Delilah curled up in a ball, prepared for him to strike her, a position that was all too familiar to her. That was when she heard a very animalistic low growl, making her heart beat speed up.
The officer didn't get very far because Isaac grabbed him and pushed him onto the desk. He grabbed him again and threw him down on the floor. Delilah watched as the officer pulled out a syringe identical to the one the man who attacked her had. But Isaac was able to knock it out of his hand before he could plunge it into his skin. Then he was thrown at the wall and fell unconscious next to his fellow officer.
Glass broke, causing the teenagers to turn around. Two adults, one male and the other female (both looking like they could be models), were standing by the door. The syringes were crushed under their boots. Isaac was then about to attack Stiles and Natalie, who had their arms wrapped around each other. But the older man's face suddenly transformed like how Isaac's was, only his eyes were as red as Natalie's hair. He let out a loud roar like a lion would and Isaac cowered against the wall opposite of the one Delilah was plastered against. When he slowly looked up at the man, his face was back to normal, but he still looked very frightened.
"How did you do that?" Stiles asked, breathing heavily.
The man looked over at him and Natalie and gave them a small smirk. "I'm the alpha."
"Wow, that's gonna be your excuse for everything, isn't it?" Natalie quipped. The man growled at her but the woman raised her hand.
"Don't start," she warned him. Then she turned to Stiles and Natalie to help them up off the floor. But everyone turned their heads when they heard a whine.
Isaac and Delilah couldn't take their eyes off of each other. Both of them were still shaking in fear, but for different reasons. Isaac had never been this scared in his life. This was not how Delilah was supposed to find out. He was going to sit her down and have a long talk with her about this new life-changing gift (in Derek's words, of course), not suddenly shift in front of her and fight hunters. The longer Isaac stared at her, the more his heart broke at the way she was looking at him. Fear was evident in Delilah's eyes, which was only present whenever she was around Lawrence. It absolutely killed Isaac to know that he was the cause of this fear when he promised himself that he would do anything to never make her feel like that.
Finally finding the ability to move, Isaac crawled over to Delilah. She flinched away from him as he got closer, but that didn't stop him from reaching out to her. "Delilah-"
She slapped his hand away and scrambled to get up, Isaac followed suit and continued to try to touch her. But then Delilah pushed as hard as she could on his chest (which didn't do much because of his strength) and sprinted out of the room.
"Delilah, wait!" Isaac was about to run after her but Derek extended his arm in front of him.
"It's best if you just stay away from her from now on," he told Isaac, "Hopefully, she'll forget about it in the morning or write it off as a bad dream."
"But Derek, did you not see how terrified she looked?" Isaac exclaimed, "I have to go comfort her and explain what she just saw."
"I could've just hit her on the head to make her forget what happens, but I decided to be nice and let her go home," Derek said, "She knows too much already. Let her go before she gets into more trouble."
He walked out of the room, leaving Isaac with Stiles, Natalie, and Anabelle. The woman saw Isaac looking defeated and she rubbed his back soothingly as she escorted him out of the building as discreetly as possible so they wouldn't get caught.
Thankfully Delilah's mother and stepfather were both asleep when she got home. The last thing she wanted was for them to interrogate her and ask why she looked so shaken up. All she wanted to do was just sleep for days and do whatever she can to forget today's events. After cleaning the cut on her forehead, she changed out of her clothes and put on an oversized paint-splattered t-shirt and plaid pajama shorts. Her long brown hair was put up in a messy bun rather than down like she usually did when she slept.
For the past ten minutes, she had been standing in front of her bathroom mirror with her head hung and hands gripped on the edge of the sink. Delilah kept slowly inhaling and exhaling to try to get her heartbeat steady. She wanted to cry, but she had done that so many times today that her body couldn't produce anymore tears. However, there was one thing she could do to help relax. Going over to her shower caddy, Delilah grabbed her razor and detached the blade. She could hear Isaac's voice in the back of her head, but she couldn't even think about him without the image of him looking like a rabid animal. Those thoughts were pushed to the side as she brought the blade to her wrist. Right as she was about to cut, a thud captured her attention.
The sound made Delilah jump and drop the blade in the sink. She was so over all of this shit. When was it going to end? Taking a few deep breaths, the dancer walked back in her room to see the window opened. It let in a breeze, making Delilah shiver. Well she didn't remember touching the window at all today. That was strange. She went to go shut it but then she saw a shadow moving in the corner of the room. Even though a scream wanted to rip out of her throat, she also didn't want to wake up Gloria and Lawrence. So she stumbled backwards and ended up tripping over her book bag. Her saber was the closest thing to her so she grabbed it and held it out in front of her. The blade was dull so it couldn't do much damage, but Delilah could still whack the intruder in the head or poke their eye out if she had to.
"Whoever you are, if you don't leave in the next five seconds, I will call the police," she threatened. The figure stepped closer and Delilah shrieked.
"Hey, shh, shh, shh!" they hushed, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
However, Delilah wasn't buying it. "Get the hell out of my house right now!" She swung her saber and hit the intruder's knee.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Stepping out of the shadows and clutching onto his knee was her boyfriend. "Delilah, it's me! It's Isaac!"
"I don't want you here so just leave," Delilah said, still pointing her saber at the blond.
"Baby, just listen to me, okay?" Isaac begged, "You know that I would never hurt you, right? It's me, your boyfriend."
"Really? Because the last time I checked, my boyfriend doesn't sprout out fangs and claws, fight creepy fight creepy older men, and look like freakin' Wolverine!"
"I know it all looks and sounds bad, but you have to let me explain to you what exactly is going on. That's what you wanted, right?" Isaac lowered Delilah's hands. "I just want to talk to you, no claws or sabers."
Furrowing her eyebrows, Delilah asked, "And why should I trust after everything that happened today?"
"Because I'm still that same guy who's always been hopelessly and madly in love with you."
Delilah was still hesitant to trust Isaac, but the look on his face was desperate. His blue eyes were sad, proving that he was being sincere. It took Delilah back to when she first told him about Lawrence abusing her and her cutting herself. Who knew that this was where they would end up? She finally gave in and set her saber back with the rest of her guard equipment while Isaac shut the window. She sat on her bed with her knees tucked up to her chest. Obviously, Isaac wasn't sure where he should sit so Delilah patted the spot next to her. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at his clasped hands. After a couple minutes of thinking of how to start the conversation, Isaac sighed.
"Last week, when I told you that a random guy came to the cemetery and offered to help me, I didn't exactly tell you everything. The guy who talked to me was Derek Hale."
"Derek Hale?" Delilah questioned, "Wasn't he the one who was accused of locking some students in the school that one night?"
"Yeah, but he didn't actually do it," Isaac said, "Anyway, he knew about my dad hitting me and he told me that he could make all of the pain and suffering go away. Then his features started changing right before my eyes. I was so freaked out that I was this close to calling the cops. He proceeded to tell me that he was an alpha werewolf."
One of Delilah's eyebrows rose up. "Did you say 'werewolf'? I'm sorry, but that is absolutely crazy."
"Believe me, that's what I thought," Isaac snorted, "I thought the guy was just screwing with me. But no, he's legit. And he told me that he needed a 'pack' to defend any werewolf hunters and any other supernatural creatures and offered me the bite."
"And what does the bite do?" Delilah asked.
"It turns you into a werewolf. You grow stronger, faster, and your senses heighten. I can hear everything no matter how far it is, but sometimes it can get really loud and my ears get sensitive. I can smell better, too, which is not always a good thing." Isaac chuckled. "Every imperfection I've ever had disappeared, which is how all of my scars and bruises healed so fast. Derek told me that I would be able to protect myself from my dad if I had to and that I wouldn't be labeled as an outcast anymore. I would become popular."
"So clearly, you accepted the bite."
"At first, I said no," Isaac said, "But then he said that I would be able to protect you." Delilah's eyes slightly widened at this. "That's what made me consider it. And that's also why I asked you if you would be willing to change your life for the better. Knowing that I would have the power to save you from Lawrence hitting you sounded so appealing. I couldn't pass that opportunity up."
The brunette snorted as she leaned against the headboard. "Huh. Werewolves in Beacon Hills. And here I thought that nothing exciting ever happens in this town."
"Yeah, who would've ever thought?"
Soon, both of the teenagers were laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole thing.
"Why didn't you just tell me what was going on right from the beginning?" Delilah asked.
"Would you have ever believed me if I told you that I agreed to let an ex-convict bite me and turn me into a werewolf?" Isaac countered.
"No," Delilah admitted after a short pause, "I probably wouldn't have."
"I never planned on hiding this from you for long," Isaac told her, "I've been trying to think of how I should tell you, but then I saw my dad get killed and the whole thing with the police happened…" He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm so sorry that you had to find out this way." Sighing, he placed his head in his hands. "And if you never wanted to see me again… well, then I wouldn't blame you."
The room fell silent and all that was heard was them breathing. It felt like it took hours before Delilah spoke again.
"Can I see it?"
Isaac looked over at her with a confused expression. "See what?"
"Your face when you shift," Delilah clarified, "I was too stunned by the fact of you actually being a werewolf to really get a good look at the details."
Instead of giving her a verbal answer, Isaac turned so he was fully facing her. He kept his head lowered as he let the full moon make its effect. Sideburns elongated down his face, his ears grew pointier, and his face turned dog-like. Slowly, Isaac lifted his head so Delilah could see everything. When he opened his eyes, they had changed from his gorgeous blue eyes to those stunning golden-yellow orbs. The look on Delilah's face was blank and Isaac was dying to know what it was his girlfriend was thinking.
After a few minutes, Delilah scooted closer to him and sat on the back of her legs. She brought a hand up and began lightly tracing Isaac's features with the tip of her finger, starting with his ears. Feeling her feather light touch on his face made Isaac sigh in content. He physically relaxed, but his heart was pounding so hard that you wouldn't have to be a werewolf to be able to hear.
"You're still so beautiful," Delilah whispered in awe.
Shaking his head, Isaac chuckled. "You know you don't have to lie to me."
"It's not lying." Delilah placed her hand on her boyfriend's cheek. "It's… looking at things in another way."
A small smile fell upon Isaac's face and the dancer returned the gesture. Leaning down, he captured her lips in a gentle kiss. One of his hands rested on the small of Delilah's back so he could bring her even closer to him. By the time they pulled away to catch their breath, Isaac had shifted back to his normal self. He rested his forehead on Delilah's as she cradled his face in her hands.
"So what happens now?" she asked him.
"Well, I'm now considered a fugitive since I broke out of jail," Isaac said, "So now I have to stay in hiding with Derek. I'm not even supposed to be here but I had to come make sure you were okay. Anabelle was nice enough to bring me here after we left the jail."
"Anabelle?"
"The girl who was with Derek," Isaac explained, "She was also the girl who picked out your corsage for the formal." Delilah's lips made an 'O' shape as she nodded her head. "Because of all of this, I won't be going to school for a while."
"You'll come back to Beacon Hills High though, right?" Delilah asked.
"Eventually. But even though I can't be found, I'm gonna do whatever I can to make sure that I still see you. I don't know how it'll be though because of the possibility of your mom and Lawrence finding out about us."
Delilah gave him a sly smile. "Then I guess we're have to make every minute we have together count then."
"I guess so," Isaac smiled back.
They kissed each other again, this time more deeper and passionate than before. Isaac lightly pushed Delilah back so she was lying down and he was hovering over her. But they didn't stay in that position much longer because Delilah hooked her leg around her boyfriend's waist and flipped them over, ending up with her straddling him. Isaac's eyes widened at this action, but he was pleasantly surprised by the brunette's sudden boldness, which was evident in his jeans. When Delilah felt his erection pressing against her covered center, she began grinding down on it, making it impossibly harder. Quiet moans elicited from her mouth and the sweet sounds caused Isaac's claws to come out. He immediately pulled his hands away from her waist as soon as he felt them.
"Baby, I'm still very new to this whole werewolf thing, so I don't have the best control of my shift," Isaac told her, "I don't want to accidentally hurt you if I get too excited or anything like that."
"Then it's a good thing you ending up coming here tonight," Delilah said, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it off. Her breasts were bare for Isaac to see and he bit his lower lip at the lovely sight. "Because if I'm gonna have a werewolf for a boyfriend, then I will be glad to help you gain some control." She grabbed his hand. "Starting with this."
She guided his hand up her torso until it cupped one of her breasts. When she took her own bottom lip between her teeth, Isaac just about lost it. But he was able to keep himself in check and not wolf out. That however didn't stop him from sliding up his other hand to grab the other breast.
"Fuck, I love you so much," Isaac breathed out before sitting up and ravishing her neck.
As he littered her skin with purple hickeys, he continued to massage Delilah's breasts. She gasped and gripped onto his hair when he pinched her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Then she helped tug off his shirt, revealing his torso, which was much more toned than the first time. Delilah pushed on his chest so he was lying on his back then she kissed her way down his stomach to where his light happy trail disappeared in his boxers. She wasted no time in unbuckling Isaac's pants and pulling them off along with his boxers.
The moment Delilah's lips wrapped around the head of Isaac's dick, the color of his eyes flashed for just a second. It was like all of the air was punched out of his stomach. He didn't know what it was- maybe it was the fact that all of his senses were now enhanced, but every little thing Delilah did was twice as pleasurable as it was the first time they had sex. Not like their first time wasn't incredible because it was. She took him in deeper and Isaac had to bite down on his knuckles so he wouldn't moan out loud. Feeling her moist lips slide up and down on his dick was like heaven. And when those bright green eyes looked up at him so innocently while doing something that was so opposite... not only did he feel his teeth sharpen, he also heard a small tear in Delilah's bedsheets from his claws. She kept one hand on the base of his dick and placed the other on his hand in attempt to calm him down. Luckily it did help a little, but that didn't stop the pleasure he was feeling. He would've came right then and there if she hadn't stopped.
Delilah gave the underside of his dick one last lick before pulling away. Suddenly, Isaac wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over once again. It made Delilah giggle and even though the blond hushed her, he couldn't help but chuckle as well. Once they settled down, Isaac hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and panties. He accidentally ended up ripping both articles of clothing as he tried to pull them off. Both of their eyes widened as he held up the shredded pieces.
"I totally did not mean to do that," Isaac said, blushing furiously.
But Delilah just giggled again and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's okay. I have plenty more pairs of those." She pressed her lips against his and they continued to make out.
A growl rumbled deep in his chest when Isaac brought his hand down to stroke her soaked folds. "God, you're so fucking wet, baby."
"It's amazing what you do to my body with the most simple things," Delilah moaned. Her breath hitched when Isaac slipped in two of his fingers inside her and began pumping them in and out of her.
"Have I ever told you how incredible you smell?" Isaac growled against her neck, "It's like cinnamon... so intoxicating." He curled his fingers to hit the spot that had Delilah whimpering. "I can't go a day without being able to breathe in your scent. It's like a fucking drug to me."
Shivers crawled up Delilah's spine, not really sure if it was because what the werewolf's fingers were doing to her or how lustful his voice was. They way his warm breath hit her skin was too much. Then Isaac's fingers pumped faster and Delilah bit down on his shoulder to muffle her cries. She had to have him right now or else she'll burst.
"Wait," Delilah said before she reached the edge, "I wanna try something. Do you have a condom?"
"My wallet's in one of my pockets," Isaac told her, "There should be one in there."
The brunette reached for the jeans lying on the floor and searched in the pockets. When she found the wallet, she pulled a silver square package out. She ripped it open with her teeth. After stroking Isaac a few more times, Delilah slid the condom over his hard length. Isaac watched his girlfriend with curiosity as she sunk her body onto his dick, wincing a little as she tried to adjust to this new position.
"You alright?" Isaac asked, massaging her hip bones with his thumbs.
With a nod, Delilah said, "Just not quite used to this yet."
"Don't start out too fast," Isaac told her, "Just try to get more comfortable first. If it hurts, just let me know."
Delilah nodded once more and took a couple of deep breaths. For some reason, Isaac felt a bit bigger than the first time. Maybe it was a werewolf thing. Either way, it was a pleasurable stretch that made Delilah feel good once the discomfort subsided. When she felt that she was ready to continue, she placed her hands on Isaac's strong pecs and began rocking her hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. He kept his hands on her hips but did his best to not grip so tightly or puncture her with his claws. Although it was hard to not completely lose it when she was still so damn tight!
But Isaac chanted in his head the word 'control' in hopes it would work. It did help a little, but he couldn't help the groans that came out when Delilah rolled her hips a bit faster. Moans and gasps flowed out of her mouth like Isaac's favorite song. They were so beautiful that he wanted nothing more than to make love to her everyday just so he could hear those sounds. After a couple minutes, Delilah's body gradually grew tired of doing most of the work so she lowered her upper half and now her breasts were pressed against Isaac's chest. He grabbed her round butt and thrusted his hips up into her as fast as he could without being too rough on her. Delilah whimpered into her boyfriend's neck.
"D-don't stop," she begged, "Please, baby. P-please don't stop."
"I got you, beautiful," Isaac murmured before kissing her temple, "I'll always have you." He moaned when he felt her walls flutter around his dick. "You close?"
"So close," Delilah whimpered, gripping his shoulders, "I'm almost there. Oh... Isaac, please, I can't hold it back anymore."
It wasn't going to take any longer for Isaac to finish either. They were both on the brink and it was almost painful. In desperate need to make his girlfriend cum, he reached down and circled Delilah's clit with his thumb. Just a few rubs and thrusts was all it took for the girl's body to twitch and cry in ecstasy. Isaac immediately kissed her so they both wouldn't be loud as they came together, which happened when Delilah clenched on his dick repeatedly as she reached her orgasm. The euphoria hit the werewolf so hard that his claws tore into the bedsheets deeper and his eye color switched to golden-yellow. His sharp canines even came out and he was super careful to not accidentally bite Delilah.
As their orgasms died down, Delilah clung onto Isaac for dear life and he ran his hand up and down her slick back. They didn't speak, only sounds filling the room were their heavy breathing. Delilah eventually rolled off of Isaac to lie next to him. He pulled the cum-filled condom off and tossed it the trash bin that she had moved next to her bed. One of his eyebrows rose when he heard her giggle but instantly turned red when he noticed the claw marks on the sheets.
"I guess I'll just add bedsheets to the list of things I now owe you," he mumbled.
"Don't worry about it," Delilah told him, "I needed to change them anyway."
Isaac chuckled and pulled the brunette closer to him. She pressed her ear against his heart, letting the steady beat soothe her. Her body was shutting down for the night so fast that she almost missed Isaac whisper, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Everything. For being the only one who believed me when I said that I didn't kill my dad. And for not totally running for the hills when you saw me as a werewolf. With what happened at the police station, I was terrified that I had lost you. You've been the only person since my mom and Camden died who's really made me happy. If you had pushed me away... I'd be lost. I'd probably be the one who was dead instead of my dad. You decided to stay with me through my fucked up life, which I couldn't be more thankful for."
"Well I know that you would've done the same for me," Delilah said with a soft smile, "And no matter how insane your life's gonna be from here on out, I could never leave the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love you, Isaac."
"I love you, too, Delilah." He kissed her lovingly. "God, I really don't want to leave you tonight."
"Don't," Delilah said simply, "Just lay here with me. At least until I fall asleep. I don't want to get you in trouble with Derek. But even though it's not for the whole night, will you stay with me?"
How could Isaac say no to those beautiful green eyes he adored from the beginning? A smile graced his face as he nuzzled his nose in her hair.
"For you? Anything."
Despite the length, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I did. PLEASE review and let me know what you think! Also, check out my other two stories in the saga, Awake and Alive and No One Else! I haven't been getting many reviews for those lately, and I really do love these stories and characters so PLEASE check them out and show them some love! Reviews are my motivation to keep going! I've already started the next chapters so hopefully in these next couple of weeks they'll be updated.
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