Avery
I glance over at Derek, who hasn't moved from his spot up against my car. His eyes look at me hungrily, "Just," I say with my hand towards him, and he sets me down, "stay here, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, I step out from behind my car and walk towards the Jeep.
The headlights shut off, and the passenger door opens. Scott steps out and slams the door angrily. Stiles steps out of the driver's seat and just stares at me with a sad look. Meanwhile, Scott comes stomping towards me, "Hey, Scott," I say nervously, wondering if he's just going to run right into me.
He marches up to me, his breath heavy and his usually sweet brown eyes dark and angry. He grabs my arm roughly and pulls me near. I feel him pull a deep breath in from my neck, I yank my arm away and push him back harshly. "What the hell is your problem!?" I yell at him, rubbing the hand mark on my upper arm.
He isn't fazed at all from my anger, instead he gets right in my face. "Just, why!? Why the hell would you of all people want to be a werewolf!? You already had everything!" His eyes flash gold, and I take a deep breath.
"You too?" I close my eyes for a second, letting the realization set in. "I never wanted to be anything, Scott." I say, trying to calm him down. But I only make things worse. His eyes go from mad, to ruthless in the blink of an eye.
"I told you, YOU CAN'T KEEP TURNING PEOPLE INTO MONSTERS!" Scott screams past me, I turn to see Derek has stepped out from behind my car and is staring Scott down.
"You don't get to decide that, Scott." Derek has a dark smirk on his face, and his red eyes are blazing. Scott makes a move to step around me but I put my hand against his chest and push him back.
"Scott, what are you doing?" I ask in a harsh whisper. He rips my hand off with clawed fingers. I look over toward the jeep, "Stiles?" I ask, as if he'll do something to help me control Scott.
He just keeps his eyes looking off somewhere distant. "Just stay out of it, Avery." His voice is flat and disconnected. Nothing like the Stiles I know.
Scott paces towards Derek menacingly, and Derek gazes at him with a deep coldness.
Scott's part of Derek's pack? Why didn't anyone mention this?
I march towards Scott when I notice Derek rolling his head as his ears grow long and pointed and his face turns into a snarl, I freeze when I realize they're about to have a brawl in my driveway.
Derek rolls his shoulders and drops into a low stance with his arms spread wide, a low hissing growl seeping from his bared teeth.
His growl makes something in me churn and I clench my fists, before I know it the entire scene is enveloped in red.
I watch as Scott picks up speed running towards Derek. He pushes off the pavement, pulling a clawed hand back in anticipation of digging into his chest.
A roar breaks from my own chest, and I'm consumed with a sudden and harsh rage. Before I know it, I've already crossed the driveway. I grab Scott by his t-shirt and toss him towards the hood of my Hummer.
He hits the grill and the momentum carries him onto the hood. In an instant, I'm there. He tries to get up, but my hand shoots out and wraps clawed fingers around his neck and slams his head back against the smooth black surface.
Something in the air changes, and shock overtakes me. I ease up my hold on Scott's neck and he takes advantage by launching both of his feet into my stomach, sending me flying back into the grass.
I land in a harsh slam on my right side. I just lay there for a few seconds, desperately trying to catch the breath Scott knocked out of me. The sudden violence I felt is gone, replaced with pain and confusion.
"SEE?" Scott screams, presumably at Derek, "You can't control them!"
"If I couldn't control her, you'd be dead by now!" I push myself up to a sitting position and notice Scott staring at me with mixed emotions.
"You never even gave her a choice?" Scott looks back to Derek, who offers no answer. Instead, he tilts his head in my direction.
I force myself from the semi-dried mud patch I landed in, and stand up straight with a sigh, "I wasn't really awake to answer, anyway." Scott looks me up and down and nods
"So that's how you recovered." Stiles says, I look over to see him in front of the jeep, with a bat in his hands. The sight of his cold stare and the bat clutched in his palms makes me sad. I just nod with a desolate stare at him, and he softens his eyes, lowering the bat to his side.
"It's still not right." Scott interjects. Derek's face snaps to him with furrowing brows and a set jaw. Scott stands his ground, turning to me for support, "You might've recovered on your own; you had a chance, the doctors said you had a chance-" Scott turns to Stiles for confirmation, "right? Isn't that what the doctors said?" Stiles scratches his head and looks down, not wanting to answer truthfully and nullify Scott's argument.
Scott drops his shoulders and turns again to me, now opting to come stand right in front of me to whisper, "Avery, listen to me, this is a curse. Derek, he only cares about power, and with every pack member he recruits, he just gets stronger. He's just using you, he's using all of you. You shouldn't trust him." Derek rolls his eyes and huffs out a breath.
Scott's brown eyes are sincere and intense, I look between him and Derek for a few moments, "Scott," I whisper back, "thank you, for trying to protect me, but I- he saved me, he's the only reason I'm still breathing and I- I just owe him to at least hear him out."
Scott lets out a defeated breath, but keeps eye contact, hoping I'll change my mind. "If you ever need anything, we'll be here for you, I can help you with this." I nod and he begins walking to the jeep. I follow loosely behind him, and head to Stiles, who looks at me with a mix of pity and sadness.
Judging by the need for a bat, I assume Stiles isn't a werewolf, "Still friends?" I ask him, a little unsure from the disconnected stare.
He takes a deep breath, "Just, don't try to kill my best friend again, okay?" I purse my lips, nod, and look down, feeling a little guilty. Stiles turns away, "I really need to find some new friends." He mumbles to himself as he opens the door and jumps inside.
"Just, be careful tomorrow night, okay?" Scott calls as he sets himself back inside the jeep.
I take a deep breath and watch as Stiles' jeep backs out of my driveway and continues down the hill and back towards town, leaving Derek and me alone again.
I can feel his eyes on my back and I fight with myself on whether or not to turn around and face him. "Well, that was….entertaining." He says, his footsteps getting closer and closer.
"Why does he hate you so much?" I ask in an attempt to delay turning around and facing him; I'll just end up doing something stupid. My stomach suddenly drops when it hits me that prior to being interrupted we just had a heated kiss during which he was able to remove my shirt within two minutes. Panic and embarrassment wash over me as he grows closer.
"Something wrong?" he asks. I'm not surprised he knows I'm freaking out; come to think of it he probably knows everything about me and I know next to nothing about him. Scott's voice echoes through my mind, "You shouldn't trust him." My heart feels like it's going to burst from beating too fast. "Avery," his hand grasps my arm just tight enough to turn me around. Both of his hands encircle my upper arms and I suddenly feel…relieved.
His hands keep me in place, not that I really considered moving anyway. I keep my eyes from going to his face and instead focus on his collarbone, which is distinct with muscle. I trace the muscles to his shoulders, then up to his neck, but stop when I see the beginnings of his stubble at the top of his throat. "Scott said I shouldn't trust you," His grip loosens and I watch his adam's apple bobs from swallowing.
"And you want to know why he says you shouldn't." he says, finishing my thought. His arms fall away from mine and I can feel him stiffen up. I finally look up at him.
"No," his green eyes look down at me in confusion, "I want to know why I should." His face relaxes in a way, but I can feel his body tense up even more. I can feel myself tensing up too, but I can't seem to relax in the least.
"I'll come by tomorrow; be ready to go when I get here." His eyes give me one last glance before he turns his back and walks away.
He grabs his case of beer and loads it into his Camaro. Even after he disappears down the road and the rumble of the engine is long gone, I just stand there, frozen on the edge of the driveway, still trying to catch my breath, and still trying to understand Derek Hale.