Chapter 2

Kate's POV

I pulled out the small, glimmering bullet, feeling the cold and unforgiving surface. It was coated in blood, like my hands, and I rolled it delicately in my fingers.

"Silly, how something so small, no mater where it hits, can kill you." I laughed. I glanced over to him. "Derek?"

He didn't stir. His body lay limp in the small pool of blood, his shirtless chest seemingly unmoving. I watched it intensely, to notice the slightest rise and fall. Good, I thought. He's alive. Wait, why do I care? He's a mutt!

I stood up, and grabbed him by his ankles to drag him to my Jeep.

"Come on, boy. Come on~!" I called to him as I pulled him out the door. The burnt building hardly resembled the once grand house.

He was half conscious and muttering something. "...Can't..."

"Calm down, boy. Now, where to bring you... Not the hospital... Where would I bring a sick dog? Ah, the vet! Who wants to take a trip to the vet! I know you do, oh yes you do~!"

"So, you can fix him?" I asked Mr... What's his name again? Whatever.

"I believe so. He is not the first I have treated. Many members of the Hale family came to me for help when they were injured."

Suddenly, Derek sprung to life in a coughing fit and agonizing screams through clenched teeth. His face was twisted with pain, his body arched and fist clenched. My heart ached as I watched his pain and- wait, what? Don't tell me I care about this hybrid?

"Derek," The vet started.

"Come on, mangy mutt."

He propped up on his elbows and bared his fangs, and gave a half-hearted growl/roar. His eyes were empty, staring into mine. Slowly, he relaxed, and I watched him fall back onto the table.

"Unfortunately, with him in his current state, it is difficult to get him to heal efficiently. I can give him something to help, but he may have hallucinations, suffer from drowsiness or-"

"Do I look like his mother? I don't care what you give him. He's just a-" I couldn't bring myself to say mutt. Why did I pull out that bullet? I could have let him die, he is nothing but a monster.

"He should be fine in a couple of hours. I say that, by midnight, he should be able to walk out of here. But he will need someone here." I glanced at the clock: Just past 9 o'clock pm. It's that early?

"I guess that means me." I growled as he put a bandage on the bullet/knife wound, which was already smaller.

I was half dragging, half helping the thing walk to my car in the dead of night. Good thing the full moon wasn't for another few days, or I would be screwed. I threw him into the passenger seat, to keep an eye on him. I walked around to the driver side, and started the engine.

"Kate..." He said meekly. He was smirking to himself, high as a kite on whatever he was given. He looked into my eyes again, with pure interest, studying my face. "You are... beautiful." He closed his eyes, the moon shining on his face.

"Uh... You don't, um, know what you're saying." My voice cracked. His eyes opened slowly, as he turned to look at me again. He lifted his hand to my face, tracing my jaw with the back of his fingers, and just stared into my eyes. His were black pits, full of pain and despair, all the emotions lost in his past. The emptiness pulled me in slowly, and I slowly closed my eyes. I could feel his breath on my face, he was just inches away, both of our bodies were turned towards each other and leaning over the center console.

Lightly and cautiously, he placed his lips on mine. All the emotions were there, the passion, the energy.

Thats why I had to pull away, cutting the amazing moment short. But he didn't seem to notice.

"Let's get you home..."

Derek's POV

I snapped back into reality in the car as it turned onto the dirt road that lead to (whats left of) my home. My lips were sweet, and they stunk of Kate.

I didn't... I couldn't have... Shit.

We pulled up to the house, and I let myself out of the car.

"Looks like someones back to their prissy old self. You're lucky that I pulled the bullet out of you. I don't even know why I did!" She began to ramble, her green eyes glowing.

I found myself taking one step closer to her.

"I call myself hunter..."

Another.

"I should have left you for dead..."

I was standing in front of her.

"I should have never came looking for you... Nothing but a mangy mutt." Her curls bounced lightly on her shoulders.

She was no longer the 22 year old Kate. She was the 18 year old that shot me those four years ago, flustered on what to do. She rambled on like this, just the same. She was the 18 year old that I... fell in love with.

"I can't beileve-"

My hands found her small face, in mid-sentence, and pulled her lips to mine. She froze at first, but seconds ticked on and she didn't pull away nor bothered to kill me. After a few more seconds, I pulled away to look at her, to see what she has to say. All I could think was WHY DID I DO THAT? I'm going to die for sure this time...

Nothing. We held our gazes for several more seconds.

Then she kissed me.

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Now, lets pause for a second. This is the same girl that has tried to kill me... on several occasions. She is completely insane and trigger-happy, while all-the-same being a wolf hunter.
My taste in women are weird.
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Not to get too graphic, lets leave it at that we had a long, adult kiss.

My hands cupped her jaw, hers against my torso, as our lips parted.

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb..." Kate said lightly.

"Which one's the lion?" I asked.

"Shut up and kiss me."

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