Author's Note;

Hey! So here is the next chapter. Can I just say that I am so terribly sorry now.
Just don't kill me...please^~^
(You'll see what I mean once you read the chapter...)

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pinkfluffyunicorn69
Sorry that I didn't review for so long but now I am back and as always that your fanfiction is great and I really enjoyed this chapter. Your poem is beautiful. I love it.

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still havent gotten us back yet though have you? ;)

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The setting sun lit up the loft with a golden glow and I watched as the sky changed colour from behind the large window.

I hadn't wanted to be near my mother so I was once more crashing on the all too familiar couch in Derek's loft. I hadn't realised how much I'd actually missed the place until I'd really come back to it.

Walking away from the window I sat down on the couch, my fingers playing with the silver charm bracelet the pack had given me for my birthday, the thing brought back the memories of my attempted prank I'd tried to pull off on April Fools which happened to be the same day. I shivered as I remembered the feeling of the half-melted ice that had come crashing down on my head. My face grew red as my mind travelled to the kiss Derek and I had shared, my fingertips brushed lightly against my lips and I smiled at the memory.

It was on I would hold close to my heart for a very long time, if not forever.

"What are you smiling about?" the innocent question was asked by Derek as he sat beside me, slurping into the couch with a weary sigh.

"Oh just thinking…" I replied vaguely, still smiling,

"About?" the question was a harmless one but that didn't mean I wanted to answer it.

"The good times you could say. The moments when all of the fear was forgotten" It was partially true. That whole day had not had a single worry in it, other than if Lydia was ever going to let me escape from the dreaded party she'd organised.

"Ah…" was the reply I got for my incredible summarisation, wow.

"Thanks for letting me stay here tonight by the way" I muttered, my fingers still fiddling with the charms as I changed the topic.

"No problem, the loft is always open"

"Ah, but I wonder how long that would last. Surely you were so very close to kicking me out when I ran away"

"Not at all. It was a nice change."

"Clearly I didn't stay long enough for you to have realised what a nuisance I was"

"You're not a nuisance Kayla"

"I beg to differ" my voice cracked with humour at the absurd conversation we were having considering all that had happened. But if when you thought about it, I really had been a nuisance. Ever since I got to Beacon Hills. So firstly I was a real bitch to start with and hated paying attention, then brought my evil mothers vengeance down on me by 'killing' her which caused it to fall onto the whole pack and then had practically dragged them into something which wasn't their fight and almost got them killed. And that was just the start.

"Well one cannot determine how much of a nuisance one is, therefore one must reply upon the words of one's older, wiser mentor and friend" the words sounded aged and as if they were out of a book or movie, maybe they were.

"So my older, wiser mentor and friend, what is the verdict? Am I a nuisance or are you sticking with the original verdict?"

"Hmm. You're really determined for me to agree with you aren't you?"

"Why of course"

"Then, no, you're older, wiser mentor and friend disagrees and believes that you are most certainly not a nuisance." And somehow Derek had said it with a straight face. But then again, he was capable of many things, seriousness being one he mastered.

"You do know that I'm going to do everything I can to make you take back those words and wish you'd never said them, right?" my eyebrows were raised slightly as I asked the question which was most certainly something I would live up to.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you Kayla"

"Kayla! Get up!" the voice penetrated my deep sleep which made me groan. Why would someone wake another from sleep? Didn't anyone know how important the precious stuff was?

"KAYLA! Get up right now or this bucket of water is going over your head!"

And I was suddenly wide awake.

The loft was still dark as I sat up and the cool morning air raised goose bumps along my arms.

"What time is it?" I asked around a yawn, rubbing my eyes and not noticing that there was no sign of a bucket of water anywhere at all.

"4" came the reply,

"You better mean four in the afternoon Derek or I swear to god—"

"You'll what Kayla?"

"….nothing. Please tell me it is four in the afternoon and for some reason it is unusually dark and cold." I sighed,

"Sorry"

"So why the hell am I awake at 4 in the morning?" I asked, opting against sarcasm.

"Because it's our shift"

"Of what?'

"Guarding"

"Who?"

"Who do you think Kayla?" Oh, right. My mother.

"Hey, it's for in the morning, you're lucky I'm capable of human speech" I wrapped my leather jacket around me as I stood, slipping shoes over my already freezing feet.

"I beg to differ" at first I wasn't sure if I'd actually heard them and when I figured out that I had I didn't know if he was joking or not and he gave no clues at all, so I puzzled over it, my tired and still sleepy brain pushing itself as we drove to my apartment.

'…dead body found in the middle of the street…'

The phrase immediately drew my attention and I turned the radio up, half wondering who would find a body at 4 in the morning and half wondering who the dead body was and who had killed them and how and why and where.

'…police are clearing the scene now, more information will be coming later…'

It must really suck to be a police officer.

"Wonder who killed them" I muttered, unable to talk normally after hearing news like that, I looked over at Derek when he didn't reply and saw something I didn't expect. His hand was clenched on the wheel, knuckles white, jaw clenched and looking straight ahead.

"Derek…?"

"Let's just say that last time a body showed up, hell rained down on Beacon Hills"

Interesting.

My phone rang which made me jump but I pulled it out of my pocket, wondering why someone would be calling me at this time of the morning.

"Kayla?" my father's voice sounded worried and relieved at the same time,

"Yeah…what's going on?"

"Oh thank god you're alive!"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, confused.

"Rebecca…she escaped"

"What?!" I wasn't sure if I'd heard him right,

"She…She escaped"

"What's going on?" Derek hissed, sensing the tenseness, I handed over the phone, unable to tell him myself because I was still processing it myself.

"She what?!" it was lucky we didn't swerve and hit another car, even though there wasn't any, from the way the wheel jerked at his reaction to the news.

"Are they ok?" he must be asking about Erica and Boyd, they were the last to on guard duty that much I knew.

"She what!?" that didn't sound good,

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck." I'd never heard Derek swear before, but there it was.

"We're already on our way. We'll be there in about 10" he hung up and passed the phone back, hands once more gripping the wheel so tight that his knuckles were white.

"Why did he think I was dead?" I asked the first question that came to mind,

"Your mother escaped. She's tried to kill you what four times now?"

"Besides that"

"Don't know what you're talking about" ok it may have been 4:30 in the bloody morning now, but I wasn't a complete idiot,

"You're lying"

"She…Erica…..and Boyd…she"

"No"

"She killed them, Kayla, that's why he thought you were dead. He thought she'd gotten to you already"

"NO!" the phone slipped from my fingers and my whole body went numb, my mind starting the shutting down process.

They couldn't be dead.

It wasn't possible.

But some part of me, that one sane part, the one that's the little voice in your head, that part of me was screaming out that it was true, that they were gone, that my mother was a murderer, but I could barely hear it.

As I sat there, it grew more and more distant, but didn't completely go away.

Not yet.