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Not for the first time did I find myself wishing to swap with Derek. Being able to see at night would come in handy when one rushes out the door to help a friend and completely forgets to grab a flashlight. Then on second thought, raising an army of undead, managing to beat the crap off the poor souls trapped in the living world, all while nightmares taunt me; refusing to ease up for even just one night. Not really something I would wish upon anyone, let alone Derek.
'Fiddle sticks. When did that get there? Aha, well considering its a bush, and this is a forest, most likely way before you did.' My silent banters went on for a while, each time I tripped or ran into something.
A small gap in the tree canopy allowed the light from the moon, casting an eerie glow on every thing it touched. The full moon partially hidden behind thick clouds. A young female tramping through the forest unable to see and making way to much nose. In general, this seems a little cliché, a perfect introduction to a werewolf slasher/horror movie's chase scene.
The painful sounds of Derek emptying his dinner into a near by bush, tugged me out of my scene analyzing.
The moon's eerie glow lit a path before me, but it also cast long shadows splayed before me in scary shapes. Jeez, I could just imagine Derek's Voice in my ears " Jeez, Chloe. Calm down, there just shadows. Get a grip." Then that scowl would wash over his face. I couldn't help but suppress a smile that threatens to make itself know. This was a serious matter and I'm finding things comical.
But even in his state, Derek couldn't help being Derek. Next to a lone tree, laid Derek's folded clothing. Just like when we were locked in the bathroom of the coffee shop, Derek had to fold every napkin before placing it into the trash bin. Very Derek. Neat and proper.
The loud, stomach retching, dry heaves had finally slowed. Though the smell was still over whelming, at least the sound wouldn't add to the nauseous ness that was currently settling in my own stomach.
'Get a grip! Derek needs you and you're wimping out because of the smell? Didn't hear him complaining about the smell of your unfortunate undead victims.' I had to admit, even though the little voice in the back of my head was annoying, it had a point. Sucking it up, I zipped the jacket all the way up, hiding my nose, head held high, and walked over to the panting, boxer clad teen boy.
'Poor Derek this must be terrifying. Not only is he completely alone and lost, but by the looks of it, this could never be mistaken for a simple stroll in the park.'
On all fours, Derek hovered over a small shrub; his whole frame shook as his body continued to empty an already empty belly. A small muffled whimper escaped Derek's mouth at the same time his spine snapped loudly. The middle of his spine jackknifed, the outline of his ribcage crumpled in on itself, followed by even louder cracking sounds.
Fear ran through me. Not for my own safety but for Derek. This felt wrong. Nothing should cause Derek this kind of pain. What if something goes wrong? What if Derek doesn't make it?
My heart filled with sorrow as I dropped to my knees. I couldn't lose Derek too. I already lost my mom, and aunt. I know I should probably fill guilty for thinking about myself when he clearly needs me, but I felt utterly alone.
When my mother died, my aunt took over as my guardian, my protector.
My dad was my legal guardian, but it was my aunt who picked up the pieces and put them together again. She was there to lend me a hand when I fell, a shoulder to lean, or an ear to listen to my stories, friendly face or words of encouragement, whenever I needed it. She was always there for me.
Ever since I learned, or finally accepted what I was, Derek was there. He stepped in for the aunt who had left. Even at the Lyle house when Tori looked me in the crawl space, he saved me. Though at times I see it as a hassle, but I think that's just his nature. Like he was the alpha of our little dysfunctional pack. He was always there, keeping me safe.
'Yes! And how do you repay him? By sulking. He's still in need and yet you're just sitting there feeling sorry for yourself.' Ah, and there was the guilt that I was lacking in my movie scene.
My inner babbling came to screeching halt when Derek's shoulders were painfully forced out of their sockets. The deformed shoulder slowly withdrew, creeping down his back, finally coming to a stop and reattached were the middle of his back should have been. His arms started to bend and reshape as well, becoming thinner. His whole body arched, curving. Muscles
Underneath Derek's pale lucid skin.
"It's okay Derek. Just keep breathing. In and out. Good, just keep breathing in and out, steady even breathes. Good you're doing great. Hmmm. You know I kind of feel like I'm coaching you through child birth... S-s-sorry! I know th-thats not funny." I could feel my cheeks burn as began its familiar trek of my never-ending blush. Maybe I still had a twinge of that fever. My throat ached painfully as I breathed in the frigid air to talk to him.
First I'm envying him, then pitying him, sulking, belittling myself and now I'm making jokes.
"Noooho....... Yourrrrr......Fine." Derek's choked words and muffled laugh could hardly be heard over another loud crack. This time it was his hips, disconnecting from their joints and reshaping. His whole figure had taken on a thinner, sleeker frame, slowly shifting closer and closer to an animalistic appearance.
Placing my hands on his sweaty, high arched, back and began my soft and slow circles. The little stubs of his coarse hair, slowly growing, replacing his lucid skin, tickled the palm of my hands. A small smile played on my lips as I mumbling words of encouragement. Maybe he would be fine after all. Plus he was so soft. I bet he's going to be a really cute wolf.
His transformation came to a halt. The only thing I heard was his labored breathing, and my soft words of encouragement. Derek refused to shift his head in any angle that would allow me to see. I wonder if its because he's ashamed or because he's trying to protect me? Either way I find it quite silly. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be.
"You know, I haven't felt your muscles twitch in quite some time; I think maybe-" My soft statement never had a chance to finish
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