"Mate." A deep voice whispers in Drusilla's ear as a rough, calloused, large hand runs up under her shirt and over her stomach. "Mate." He nips her neck. Drusilla moans, leaning her head back as his hands move to her breast. "Mine."
"Always." She whispers breathlessly as his thumb runs over her nipple. Drusilla moans and presses her back against him. "Mate." She turns and kisses him. His lips are so soft, but just as she is grabbing for his shirt she has pulled away.
"You belong to me, Drusilla." Drusilla feels a shiver of fear run down her spine as she hears the smooth British accent in her ear.
"Drusilla!" Her mate yells.
"Let go of me!" Drusilla cries as she struggles against the alpha. "Mate!" She cries, holding out a hand for him to grab.
"Drusilla!"
"You're mine, Drewy. Mine! You'll always be mine."
"Drusilla!"
"Mate!" She cries as she feels the alpha's claws on her jugular.
"Drusilla!" The claw moves away then rips the skin as it comes back. "Drusilla!"
Drusilla sits up breathing heavily. "Dru, baby, it's okay, breathe." She turns and lets her eyes glow. Sitting on her bed is Alexander, his hands on her shoulder. "Just breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe."
"I... I..." Drusilla bursts into tears, causing Alexander to pull her into his arms.
"Shh, it's okay, it was just a nightmare. It's okay."
"Daddy? Drewy? What's going? Is everything okay?" Ophelia questions from the doorway.
"Everything's okay, Ophelia, Dru just had a bad dream. Go back to bed, honey." Ophelia looks at Drusilla with worry.
"You okay, Dru?" Drusilla's sandy curls stuck to her uncomfortably, sweat covered her honey skin, and her heart was still racing in her chest. She is still sobbing in Alexander's arms. She wasn't okay.
"I got this, Phe, go back to bed." Alexander says, but she ignores him and walks into the room. She sits down beside Drusilla and wraps her arms around her from behind, resting her head on her back.
"I'm here, Dru. I won't let anything hurt you. I'll die again before I let anyone hurt you again." Ophelia swears. Alexander watches his daughters, a sad smile on his lips. The bond between these two was as strong as if they really were sisters. Drusilla stops crying instantly and relaxes against Ophelia. "Wanna talk about it?" Drusilla shakes her head. "Well, I want to talk." Drusilla manages a water chuckle as Ophelia says that.
"You always want to talk." Alexander says. They move so that all three were resting against the headboard of Drusilla's king size bed.
"Have you heard the story about I brought a fairy back to life?"
"No." Drusilla whispers.
"Oh, this one is a good one."
Derek stares up at the ceiling, willing himself to fall asleep. No matter how much he tried he couldn't. His mind was on his mate. The young girl in the woods. She was beautiful. Long sandy curls that fell to her butt. Big werewolf blue eyes behind long sandy lashes. Tan honey skin. She was small, short, but had legs for days and a perfect hourglass figure. She was so small, so beautiful, so perfect.
Derek sighs and sits up, swinging his legs over the bed. "Drusilla." The name sounds so sweet on his lips. He runs a hand through his black hair and huffs. "This is what Peter was talking about." He used to tell Derek stories about how he felt for Ruby. Ruby had been Peter's entire world. All of Derek's life Ruby had been there. She was the center of Peter's life. His life revolved around her. Derek had never seen so much love except with his own parents. He understood what Peter meant now. Finding your mate was a powerful feeling. The second your eyes connect you aren't living for you anymore. You're living for her.
Derek sighs and falls back in bed, staring up at the ceiling that he's been staring at for the past three hours. "Drusilla." He tries the name again. It feels so warm on his tongue. Even her name was perfect. "Dru. Drewy." Derek finds himself smiling, something he hasn't done in years. "Shit," He groans, running his hands over his face. "Shit, I'm screwed." He huffs and drops his hands. He's too far in, too deep to get out. He knew he was screwed the second he met eyes with the blonde. If only he was smart enough to run the other way before the bond formed, but like the idiot he was he just stood there and let it happen. Then when she called out to him, he knew there was no way back from here on out.
Derek still remembers how soft her skin felt. It was as sweet as honey and as soft as butter. Derek just wished he had been brave enough to kiss her.
Derek sighs, closing his emerald eyes. He bets her lips were incredible. He wants to know for real though. He wants to taste her lips, feel her hair in his hands, know what her body feels against his. He wants her.
His eyes snaps out as he hears a scream. "Mate!" His heart speeds up as he hears her voice as if right next to his ear. He jumps out of bed, pulling on his jeans, jerking on his boots, and grabbing his keys and jacket, not bothering zipping his jeans up or tying his boots. He hurries out to his car, jumping in and starting it. He peels out of the driveway. He rolls down the window and lets the scents fill the car. He finds hers instantly and drives quickly in that direction. His whole body screaming for him to go to her. To save her from whatever threatens her.
He parks a bit away just in case. He slips through the woods towards the house. He leans against a tree that has the perfect view of her window. He listens to hear what is going on inside. "Go back to bed, dad, I'll stay with here tonight." He heard the voice of the girl from tonight. The friend, sister, whatever she is to Drusilla.
"You sure, Ophelia." Ophelia that was her name.
"It was just a nightmare, Phe, I'll be okay. Go sleep in your own bed." It had been a nightmare. Derek sighs in relief, feeling foolish now with how he ran out of the house. He scoffs, zipping up his jeans and bending to tie his boots. He slips his jacket over his wife beater and leans against the tree again.
"If you're sure."
"Go on, I'll be okay." He hears two sets of footsteps leave the room. He knows she's safe now, but he can't seem to leave. He stares up at the house, ready to defend his mate no matter what. His eyes snap to the window to find his mate staring out at him. She was dressed in a silk nightgown and was looking right at him. "You came." His voice reached his ears and was like heaven to him.
"I heard you call." Derek finds himself saying.
"Come up. Please?" She opens the windows and moves out of sight. Derek hesitates for only a second before making his way to the house. He moves silently up the house and moves through the window with the grace of a cat. She's sitting on the bed, waiting for him. He could see her much clearer now. Her hair was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful.
"Can I see your real eyes?" He finds himself asking, unable to stop himself.
"You won't like them." Moves towards her, lifting her chin up to so he could look her in the eyes.
"Please?" Her eyes turn to their normal look and Derek's breath catches. Her eyes are white and it looked like every blood vessel in her eyes burst. There was barely any white around the iris anymore. Just blood red surrounding white with a black pupil in the center. Despite the shocking look of her eyes, Derek finds himself enchanted by them. "They're beautiful." And they are to him. He crouches in front of her, running the back of his hand against her cheek. "You're beautiful."
"I'm Drusilla. Drusilla Vita." She says. "But you can call me Dru or Drewy if you want."
"I'm Derek. Derek Hale." Derek frowns as he catches her scent. Shock, fear, worry. "What's wrong?" He asks, looking into her blind eyes.
"Nothing." She's lying, they both know this. "Lay with me?" But it wasn't fair for Derek to push. He hated talking about himself. He can't be a hypocrite and make her talk about herself, so he nods. He unties his boots, wishing he hadn't bothered tying them now. He kicks them off, pulling his jacket off and dropping it by his boots before climbing into the bed with her. "I had a nightmare." She whispers.
"You won't now." He whispers back, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I'm here now."