I can see Stiles and Summer being close friends. I mean, Stiles is just so amazing it'd be difficult to not want to be his friend. (:
Danny, too. And, of course, Derek and "sex symbol of a man" Hahaha, your comment made me laugh.
Thanks for your comments and continuing to read (: Means a lot!
"Hey, Summer," Stiles said as he walked in Jubilee's.
"Hello, Stiles," she said, looking up from the book she was reading. Her smile faltered as she saw the nervous look on his face. "Where's your friend?"
"Oh, he's with Allison. Going on a movie date," he said, bobbing his head, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
She sighed and closed the book. Tucking it into her purse, she said, "Alright. What's on your mind?"
Stiles shuffled, wringing his hands. "About that night at Derek's house... You sort of threw the truth at us about your past. Well, we're all naturally curious -"
"And curiosity killed the cat," she said, deadpanned.
"Well, Scott's kinda like a dog, so he's okay -"
"I was referring to you." She looked at him, concerned. Although she and Stiles had rarely talked, she couldn't help but consider him a good friend. His optimistic, sarcastic perspective on everything was entertaining. His honesty, loyalty, and occasional bravery. Overall, she liked him. He reminded Summer of her younger brother.
"Uh, cats have 9 lives, yeah?" He sat on a stool and spun around a few times before resting his elbows on the counter.
"And how many lives do you think you still have, Mr. Stilinski?"
He looked at her, with a lopsided grin. "When you're around werewolves, not that much. So, wanna give me a freebie and maybe I won't lose another?"
She walked to a cabinet and pulled out 2 bottles of beer. "Don't tell your daddy, ya'hear?"
She chuckled, seeing his excited face.
"Maybe it's not saliva. Maybe they translated wrong," Derek said, glaring at the necklace.
Chris glanced up from the papers. "I'm sorry. Do you read medieval Latin? Maybe you can translate this since you seem to know what you're talking about," he drawled, pouring himself a glass of bourbon.
Derek heard the swish of the dark amber liquid as it filled the glass. "It'll kill you."
"Lot of things will kill me," Chris retorted, relaxing as it soothed his thirst. "Besides, my uncle used to say, 'just because it kills your liver don't mean it ain't medicine'. "
Derek rolled his eyes as he slumped on the sofa. "Then I'll just sit back and watch you take your medicine. After all, you did almost kill Summer."
Chris sighed, leaning back in his seat. "I'm sorry. I really am. And I don't expect you or her to forgive me. But believe me when I say I'm sorry."
The Alpha could hear the steady beat of the hunter's heart, the pain in his voice. He nodded, knowing Chris was speaking the truth. But he wouldn't forgive him unless Summer did.
Derek rested his head back, staring at the ceiling. He was impatient and antsy, tapping his finger against the leather seat, shaking his leg in frustration. He listened to the rustling of the papers as Chris flipped through pages of the ancient book that the Winchesters had given them. He listened to the throaty gulps as Chris swallowed his drink.
Listening to all that and more - and the fact that the Wisps were getting beyond out of control - was making Derek worse than agitated. But thankfully, the steady thump of the grandfather clock lulled him to sleep, preventing Derek from blowing up in anger.
It wasn't until Derek felt a crumpled ball of paper hit his face that he woke up. He found himself sprawled on the sofa, arms crossed on top of his chest, one leg dangling off the edge, the other propped up.
He sat up, rubbed his face with a hand, trying to wake himself up. "You could have just said my name instead of throwing this at me." He glanced at the clock and noticed that he had been asleep for 5 hours. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I did. You were dead asleep," Chris muttered. "Besides, you weren't doing anything useful. Just bumming around while I did all the work" He tossed Derek a beer. "Come here. I think I found something useful."
Derek chugged it, tossed it into the trash, and walked towards him. "What is it?"
"It's not just putting it in your mouth. You gotta swallow it."
He hovered, leaning over Chris' shoulder to read the faded parchments. "Swallow?"
"Yeah. It is saliva, but it's also your stomach acid."
Derek frowned. "Stomach acid? So, after swallowing it, how do we get it out?"
Chris shifted in his seat, uncomfortable. "Well, there's a problem."
He gripped the table, knuckles white. "What the hell do you mean?"
"When the necklace opens, the stone comes out. But the acid will dissolve it. You're supposed to remove the entire stomach out of the body and burn it. Meaning..."
The table cracked. Derek ignored the sharp splinters as they pierced his hands. "Summer..." he whispered.
Suddenly, Derek felt as if the room was getting smaller and smaller, making it difficult to breathe.
"So that's the cure?" Stiles asked Summer, spinning the bottle on the counter. "The blood of a willing priest, marble basin, Romanian engraved knife, some rare white wolfsbane, a crumbling stick from the other side of the world, an ancient chant, and a new moon?"
She nodded. "Well, just like there are many fakes, there might be many true cures."
"Good point." Stiles took a final sip of the beer before asking her another question. "How many cures did you try?"
"Lost count." She smiled, humorlessly. "Some of the so-called cures turned out to be, well, life threat'nin'. Almost died."
"Shit."
" 'Specially the first cure I tried. I was in Norway and found this lady who claimed to have the real cure. Said all she had to do was read this scroll durin' the blue moon. Turned out it was actually a ritual for virgin sacrificin'. " She laughed. "We were both surprised when this cloaked man 'peared out of nowhere. I don't think I've ever ran that fast, as human or as werewolf."
Stiles snorted into his beer, spitting a bit out. "Can't imagine that. I'd probably wouldn't have moved. Just peed myself."
"But that's not the worst."
"What do you mean?"
"The spells and rituals that failed... 'Though they didn't work as the cure, they at least did somethin'. Kill, hurt, summon... They were useful." She looked at him. "The wors' ones were the ones that didn't do anythin' at all."
Derek stormed into his house, pissed. The only way to destroy the Wisps was to destroy Summer.
Summer. His love. Mate. Other half. Soul.
He hoisted a table over his head and flung it across the room, enraged. He had just found the woman he wanted to live with, be with, the woman who made breathing and suffering so much easier.
And he had to kill her.
No.
Derek felt his claws and fangs extend.
He ran into the wall, shattering it. He threw himself onto the ground and shredded the new carpet with his claws.
He couldn't. He won't. He would rather cure himself and rip out his own stomach than have her do it.
"Dude, what the hell? Calm down!"
Derek spun around, eyes gleaming red. He saw Scott standing by the stairs, Stiles cowering behind him.
"Get out!" he roared.
"No! We have to talk! It's about Summer!"
Summer.
He felt himself relax at hearing her name.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You done throwing a tantrum, Sasquatch?" Stiles asked Derek, still using Scott as a shield.
"Shut up. What is it?"
"I talked to Summer today," Stiles said, finally moving away from Scott.
"And?"
"And I know what happened the night she got bit and cured."
"Tell me."
He stumbled back, shocked. "No," Derek said, quietly. He felt his heart pound furiously against his chest.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked, worried.
"Get out," he demanded. "Get out. I'm going to phase. I can't control it!"
Scott ignored his warning and approached. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Is it wolfsbane?" Scott watched, afraid, as Derek started to convulse, his face distorted into a look of pain.
"No!" he bellowed, rushing past Scott and Stiles, knocking them down. He heard them shout after him.
He ignored them, pushing himself to run faster, deep into the woods.
His chest felt like it was about to burst, spewing his insides throughout the woods. But he pushed on, running faster.
He felt the branches whip across his face when he jumped over a fallen log. He landed, roaring in pain when he felt his wrist snap.
"She hated the monster she became. And she hated the werewolf who turned her into a freak. Ruined her life," Stiles told him.
He rolled up and continued running.
"What she hated more was that the werewolf didn't even wait for her to wake up. To explain what happened, to teach her, guide her, apologize to her," Stiles said.
Derek leaped through the air, his body slamming into a thick tree, smashing it.
"The werewolf just left her on the dirt, laying naked in the forest. It bit her waist and left a long scratch mark down her back," Stiles said.
He howled, letting it rip through his lungs. He jumped onto another tree and pounded his fists against it.
He tried to breathe, to calm himself, but he couldn't. His felt his throat tighten, squeezing air out. He choked.
"Fuck!" he snarled, raking his claws into the dirt. He didn't care that the sharp twigs and pebbles were digging into his skin, under his nails.
Her.
That girl.
Derek remembered when he found himself in a forest, in England. When he woke up and saw a girl laying in front of him, he freaked. She was laying, naked, bloody, face down. He didn't even see her face. Didn't even check to see if she was alive. He just freaked and ran.
He had tried to forget about that night, that girl.
That girl.
Summer.
The woman who makes him feel as if everything he suffered through was worth it. The woman who makes him feel as if he could stare directly at the sun not get blind. The woman who is his everything.
He quickly decided that he wouldn't tell her the truth. He couldn't. It was better for Summer and Derek if the truth was kept quiet. Because he didn't want to lose her.
For the first time since the fire... He cried.
Oh, geez. That was difficult to write. Didn't know how to put the words together to make sense.
Well, I did it!
Obviously, I'm not going to let Summer die. I can't do that! They'll figure out a way.
Can't wait to write some more Derek / Summer love! :D Definitely will have that next chapter. Totally excited. For sure it will not rip your hearts in half!
Let me know what you all think!
Peace!