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~ Chapter 25: Meet & Greet ~

CPOV

After the whole thing was settled out, and a few names were shared we all went on our way to our rooms. But to not seem rude, I slept in Tori's room with her, and Derek and Simon offered to take the couch. When I woke up that morning, I was almost shocked to see Derek curled up on the floor with a blanket, Simon snoozing comfortably on the sofa. That's just like him, I thought with a smile eyeing his relaxed face. He could be so selfless sometimes, but even I knew that the two of them were not capable of being able to rest on that small couch with both of them on it, so as soon as Simon nodded off, Derek must have laid him out on the rest of the couch and took to the floor. What a good brother, Simon is lucky to have someone like him to watch out for him.

Then I froze. Simon is all Derek has left, the last remaining member of his pack for now. Is that just a natural instinct werewolves have towards their pack members, or is it something more?

..."He kind of is my brother, not hereditarily of anything, but he is from my pack. That makes him family; it's an unwritten rule to look after our own."...

Family huh? I knelt down quietly and stared at Derek's closed eyes, which were partially covered by a sheet of jet black hair, I realised how cheerful his face could look when he was not concise of the real world. How un-scrunched and unstressed it could be, how handsome it ...

I shot back up and made my way to the kitchen, I was the first to rise and that was probably it yes, I'm just tired, that's what it is... yes. Right?

I fiddled around in the nook, hovering my hands around the Kitchen cabinets trying to figure the lay out, getting a grasp on the order of the food inside, but mostly thinking what in hell was I going to eat? I tapped my finger against the door when I glanced over to the fridge and decided to go take a look.

I filtered out my only options, a welcome pie... another welcome pie... a_ welcome pie? Then I knelt down to the bottom rack. ...And one mouldy can of beans... yum.

"We usually order take out," I heard come from behind me, I jumped up and bumped into someone tall and lean. It was the middle werewolf... what was it Adrian... Alvin?

"Um, sorry." I squeaked, ticked off that I was being so jumpy.

"It's okay," he said as he leaned around me- I smelt the scent of werewolf - and grabbed one of the welcome pies. Then he retreated to the counter where he didn't grab a plate, but a fork. Was he going to attempt to eat the whole thing? "I should be the one to apologize, we order take out a lot because we know next to nothing of how to cook so we don't have much food in the house." Then he stabbed the center of the pie and pulled up a big chunk. That's when I realised it was a blueberry pie, simply cause that was what was now all over his face. He must of seen me staring because a second after, he reached up and wiped his face off with the back of his hand.

"You're that Chloe girl right?" I nodded, bending back into the fridge, not really looking for something to eat, but more, to buy me time. It was quiet for a moment then I heard the drop of something hit the floor, followed by a murmur of profanity.

"Crap, can you hand me a paper towel!" he asked, jabbing the pie back onto the counter. I turned and found the towels and pulled him off a piece. He wiped up the mess, leaving a little smear of blueberry then three pointer shot it into the garbage can. We stood there for a bit, him fussing with his pie, and me scouring the cabinet.

"You don't talk very much do you?"

"I'm normally very quiet."

"Is that so?" then he crumpled the empty aluminum dish into a ball and three pointed it again.

"You have very good aim." I complimented, trying to maybe get a conversation going. I lied; I'm not normally this quiet.

"And I have a very good nose too." I closed the cabinet and looked over at him.

"Huh, don't most werewolves?" he shook his head and came up to me, my hand twitched at his closeness.

"No Chloe, you misunderstand." He leaned down to me, his dark brown eyes humble, but at the same time serious. "When I smell you and the others, I don't smell werewolves, but I don't smell humans either." He was so close I could smell the blue berries on his breath. "What are you?" he seemed to whisper, his senses working in overdrive to make up for the fact he didn't recognise my scent.

"Well," I said leaning back onto the counter.

"She is a necromancer." We looked over and there stood Simon, one eyebrow raised at me.

"Simon!"

"Good morning to you too." he said, he then turned his attention to Alvin...Adrian? "Sorry for interrupting you two, please go back to what you were doing." Alvin/Adrian or whatever then leaned away and pointed his finger in my direction.

"So she is scared of spiders?"

"That's Arachnophobia." I stated dully.

"Sorry," then he came up to Simon, his hands on his hips. "I'm sorry, but I just want to know what it is I am sharing my house with." Simon looked up at the guy, and put his hands through his hair.

"Well, that is understandable; I would be the same way." Simon smacked his hand onto the werewolf's shoulder and gave a humorous laugh. "Well, just to warn you, Chloe over there can see dead people, me and Andrew are sorcerers, that black haired girl with a bad temper upstairs is a witch," he leaned in and whispered "and I'm meaning it in both senses of the word."

"Simon!?" I spat, and then he just grinned away my astonishment.

"So congratulations, you're now a cast member of the Brady Bunch -Supernatural version-!"

"Simon, it's too early in the morning for humour."

"Are you serious?" Simon and I looked over at... damn it, why can't I remember his name!

"What do you mean?" I asked, shoving my hands into the pockets of my sweater.

"I mean... you don't expect me to believe this load of crap do you?" I jumped.

"What? Are you telling me you don't believe us?"

"Sorcerers, witches, seeing dead people? Are you honestly thinking I am that gullible?" The werewolf then sighed and went to the fridge to grab another pie.

"Well, to be truthful," I said coming up beside Simon, my eyes glaring into the boys back. "Do we need a reason for lying?"

The werewolf stuck his fork in his mouth along with a chunk of... what looked like rhubarb pie.

"I don't know," he said, pulling out his fork. "Do you?"

~*~

It was 12 and everyone was up... except Derek, and the rest of the werewolves, including Liam. We kind of sat around finishing off the pies in the kitchen watching one of the only four channels we had on the TV in there, being pretty quiet. And I knew why, nobody wanting to refresh the topic about us being supernaturals just yet, including me.

"Do they normally sleep in this long Aidan?" Tori asked the middle werewolf, which I just found out was named Aidan, and all he did was nod.

"Yeah, I'm usually the only early riser. I'm glad to finally have some company though."

"You're very welcome." I murmured, getting bored of watching Coronation Street. Then suddenly I heard swearing and feet stomping down the hall, two sets of them.

"Who is ready to go visit some strangers!?" said Liam as he burst into the Kitchen, a tired looking Derek up beside him.

"What are you talking about?" Derek grumbled, releasing his arm from Liam's grasp.

"Yeah," Simon and Tori echoed in unison. Liam showed everyone to a seat, and Derek leaned against the wall behind me, his eyes bobbing trying to keep open.

"Kids we are going to go visit the Alpha, he asked me to personally introduce you all to his family today." I turned back and caught a glimpse of Derek as he swallowed hard, then his eyes fell to mine and I turned away.

"You mean Derek's supposed family?" Tori blurted out, and I could almost picture Derek flinch behind me.

"Yup," Liam said without any surprise, then he added: "So get your selves bright eyed and bushy tailed, we leave in one hour."

"Time for the meet and greet young pup! You ready for this?" Liam asked Derek when the room was almost empty, Derek mumbled a yes without making eye contact. Then he sighed.

"I'm ready." He said after a moment, and Liam patted his shoulder brotherly.

"Don't worry, you will do fine." Derek nodded and then left, completely passing me without even noticing my presence against the wall.

Derek...are you really ready for this?