Sorry it took me so long to update... it's been one busy week :S

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~Chapter 16: The Promise~

DPOV

She followed me up the stairs; she followed me to my room as I went to get clothes (but didn't go in) and followed me to the bathroom, where I shut the door in her face. I sighed quietly, for some reason she thought there was something bugging me, and I couldn't tell her that it was her or she would think I was some total freak. As I brooded over this I began pulling off Liam's sweater, when I looked up I noticed my reflection in the mirror and stared.

Besides the green of my eyes the dark patches on my skin from lying in the dirt last night, I thought that I looked pretty much the same as before. My eyes swivelled to different parts of me and my mind read that everything checked out, but my gut was saying that there was a difference, something had to of changed. As I got halfway out of my shirt my eyes shot to my stomach in surprise, they were facing a mirrored version of a six pack-which I was humbly accustomed to since grade 8- but they seemed different... what was the word? Rearranged, for some reason when I stared down at them they seemed like the muscles had tightened and were woven differently sinking farther back into me and making me seem slimmer. I pulled off my shirt and motioned myself so I got a better glimpse of all around, it was true!

I huffed, glancing at my slimmer shoulders and more toned upper back I let out a silent laugh at the weirdness and smirked back an "alright!" I was sick of being stocky; I guess my body finally put the muscles in the right places instead of just them aimlessly sticking out beneath my flesh like before. But as I turned back around I realised that while looking like this, I still appeared intimidating if not more than before. No, I looked more powerful, like I had my act together, like I was ready to... pounce_.

I squinted my eyes as I pinched my arm to forget the thought, and then put my hands through my hair extremely surprised by how soft it had become. I seemed to be becoming more frighteningly powerful like... a picture of Liam came into mind, his head cocked up and his fangs glistening in pride, my eyebrows furrowed. Do you think...?

Reluctantly I opened my mouth, and raised my lips to look for any sign of_

I jumped back; there they were, those werewolf fangs so sharp and thick and terrifying. I quickly shut my mouth and held my breath to try to calm the fast beating of my heart.

"Derek, are you alright, you have been in there a while and I don't hear the water running yet or anything?" My eyes shot to the door, and I forced down the lump in my throat in order to answer her, but I still felt shaky.

"I_ I'm fine." I dropped the shirt I realised I was clutching for all this time into the old clothes bin and rushed myself as fast as I could into the shower, letting the hot water try to wash away my terror. As I came out I wiped off the mirror and stared at my hateful looking eyes, a small growl escaped my throat and my fangs showed as I clenched my teeth, then disappeared as the mirror fogged up again.

Why!?! I grasped the counter and bit my tongue. Why must I look like such a monster, such a... I glared up at the mirror and stared long and hard into the white condensation trying to find an answer ...werewolf?

"Derek, what is taking you so long? Your hogging the washroom even longer than Tori does!" she was laughing, but I didn't find anything right now that I could possibly laugh at, I was stomach sick with anxiety. The mirror haunted me; I have to get out of here.

CPOV

Derek stepped out of the bathroom smelling of soap, but a sharp scent neither bad nor good came off of him that caught my attention. A scent of earth and anger that I never noticed before except for a similar smell that Liam had when he was leading me into the woods. A fierce scent, one that I never recognized Derek could obtain, it made him seem threatening, but his face didn't show it at all.

"I wanted to ask you if it would be alright to wake the others." He grunted, looking away from me as he towel dried his hair.

"I don't care what you do Chloe, if anything it would be an improvement over their loud snoring coming from their rooms." I huffed a short laugh in agreement and headed over to Tori's at the far end of the right hand side hallway. Derek went in the other direction towards Simon's, and I looked back at him as he walked with his towel over his shoulders. Derek seemed so different in his oversized shirt now; he no longer looked overweight like my first impressions of him back at Lyle house or stocky like when I saw him change the second time in Albany. He seemed slimmer, and more toned. Was he okay?

I knocked on Tori's door as my head spun with all these thoughts of Derek, a fog forming around my brain in worry.

DPOV

I knocked on Simon's door, not really expecting him to answer-since he is the kind to always sleep in- so when he ordered me to come in I was surprised.

"Hey Simon, sorry to wake you up earlier than noon, but Chloe was going to make breakfast and didn't want you to miss it." I lied, I honestly had no Idea why she wanted the others awake but maybe my guess wasn't too far off hopefully.

"Oh, it's you. You're back." He huffed a dastardly swear only loud enough for my hearing to pick up, and I flinched. A scent came off of him that made me feel anger towards myself, I smelt loathing, I smelt hate.

He sat up, and then threw the sheets off of his legs and stood up, eyeing me the entire time. He made his way around me and shut the door with a quiet click.

"What's your problem?" I didn't want to seem rude to my own brother, but the scents rolling off of him were enough to tick me off.

"You promised Derek," he looked up at me, his brown eyes cold and hard.

"Promised what?" he was being too vague; we had made so many promises over our lifetime, what one could he possibly of been meaning?

"Damn it Derek! The one about CHLOE! You promised to let me have her, didn't I tell you like a MILLION times how much I liked her!?" I remembered that one, when we were at Lyle House, just before we were about to escape. He was up till 2 just telling me about how cute her hair was, and that curling full-lipped smile she always gave him. He told me how much he liked her, possibly loved her, and he asked me to help him get them together. Then when he was done he asked me to ease up and stop bothering her so much, told me how much it was angering her. But I thought that what he meant by that was to be nicer to her; was what he was asking more of a roundabout way of saying 'stay away from her'? The thought never occurred to me.

"I never broke our promise, she likes you! Hell if anything it's better than being hated like she is doing to me. She can't stand me! "

"Lies,"

"I haven't done anything to ruin your chances with her, all this time I have been trying to warm her up to the thought of going out with you, why are you acting like I did something wrong here!?" He came close enough to me that I had to back up; I was pressed against the door.

"You IDIOT!" He threw a punch at me, and somehow I blocked it, holding his fist in a tight grip. I was in shock. "No matter how much charm I pull on, no matter how nice or close I get, when it all boils down you are the one she wants!" my grip loosened and he took back his hand.

"You're full of bull."

"Oh no, don't believe me? When you went off and ran away all she did was sit by her window and watch the same patch of forest for hours just waiting for you to return. When you are around she never notices me, it's all about you, all about Derek. I'm sick of it!" he tried to throw another punch, and I blocked that also. He struggled.

"Let me go!"

"Simon, I'm your brother. I would never do anything to hurt you!"

"No." Simon gurgled, he was on the verge of crying, his fist was shaking in my hands and his shoulders were scrunched as he held back his tears. "You're no brother of mine! All you are is a lost puppy my father brought home one day, you're nothing to me!" I shook my head, I released his hand and... kept mumbling no, no, no...

"S_Simon."

"You are the reason why my father has been taken away from me, if you were still bound up in that dumb hospital I would have a normal life, a father who loves me, and wouldn't be running for my life all over god forsaken New York!"

"W_What?"

"Those people at Lyle House were right; you are a monster after all the things that happened to me because of you! Get out of my life!" This time liquid poured, his brown eyes were drowning in a pool of tears and as I watched this display his fist came up and made contact, I coughed up blood.

CPOV

I came with Tori down the hall wondering why it was taking the boys so long, and then it hit me. Oh god I totally forgot about what happened with Simon, what have I done?!

Suddenly a dark mass I quickly recognized as Derek burst from Simon's door and though us; hightailing it down the stairs.

"Derek!?"

"I'm going for a walk." He grunted with a shaky voice. Before I could protest, the door slammed after him, and he was making his way down the driveway. Simon turned up at his door and gave a pathetic laugh as he wiped away what I believed was tears.

"What happened, what did you do!" Tori asked for me.

"I didn't do anything, it's that monsters fault. He could never keep a promise, and I gave him his punishment for it."

"No!" I stormed up to Simon. "You are the monster!" than I chased after Derek.

Derek you not a monster, please don't do something stupid, wait for me before you do something you're going to regret! Oh Derek I'm coming, wait for me please!

Sorry 4 it being so intense, wow, it's hard to believe I just wrote all that hatred. Pleaz give me you thoughts.

-Sapphiregorgeus