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Derek
Hayley started out by being curt and rude, as always. Now, she gives me a sheepish and endearing smile as she puts my jacket on. I can't help admire how well she looks with it on. Not that she didn't look amazing with that mini dress… Woah buddy, stop twitching.
"Thanks," she says quietly as she tugs the jacket closer to her body hiding her petite frame. "I'm sorry I'm so mean when you're being so incredibly nice. I blame it on the alcohol. A ride somewhere that is not my home would be lovely."
Damn. She must really be intoxicated. Never in our eight years of bickering has Hayley Stilinski ever apologized. Not even when she vandalized my car after I ran over her bike. She had keyed on my door the word 'cocksucker.' How a girl of ten years old knew that word was beyond me. Of course I knew it had been her because she had stood casually next to my car holding a key in her small hand. Instead of going to her father, the sheriff, I had gotten into an argument with her. I know. How can I, sixteen at the time, engage in a fight with a girl her age? She won of course by punching me in the stomach and running off. Since that day, Hayley became the bane in my existence but also the only constant in my life.
The night I ran over Hayley's bike, previous to her vandalizing my car, I had been in a hurry to get home. Kate Argent, my high school girlfriend whom I thought was different from her family of hunters, turned out to be dating me in order to viciously murder my family. The bitch managed to burn down my house with my entire family, except my murderous Uncle Peter, inside. She got away with it too. Apparently she had connections in the police force because not even Sheriff Stilinski could push for a thorough investigation. The arson had been ruled as an electrical malfunction. My ass.
My rivalry with Hayley Stilinski though started out as a pain in my ass. She had the tendency to follow me around and ruin my life however she could. The girl can hold a grudge for sure. In time though, she became more to me. I had attempted to return the favor to Kate. I broke into her house months after the death of my family and planned on setting fire to her house with her family inside. Of course I was caught and claimed to breaking and entering as a way to get revenge on Kate for dumping me. The sheriff ate the lie up. The next day, Hayley had heard all the details of my night in jail. She made it her mission to remind me of my mistake even if she had malicious intentions whenever she laughed in my face. In some ways, she saved me. Of course I wasn't about to tell her that. The girl hates me which makes me wonder what in the hell possessed me to drive across town for her.
I do owe it to her as it is somehow my fault she is intoxicated and sobbing on a sidewalk. If she hates me know she will hate me more when she finds out what I have done. With a shake of my head, I help her get into my car. Looking down at my shoes, I decide to take them off and throw them in the trunk as they smell of vomit. I can't blame her though. She must be taking the breakup very hard. Not my fault. Not my fault. Snort. Of course it's my fault. It's for her own good. For her own good. How so? No idea.
Inside the car, I turn the heat up and shift to drive. Hayley doesn't say anything as she lays her head against the cool glass of the window. Several times she takes a deep and even pained breath. She must be thinking of Isaac. The boy is messed up as well. He arrived from Lydia's party a while ago with red eyes and fisted hands. If I wasn't a well-known dickhead, I would have provided him with some sort of consolation words. Then again, I doubt he wants to talk to me since I am the reason he had to break up with Hayley. Out of the corner of my eyes, I look at her. Her long dark brown hair is sticking all over the place but still looks like silk. Her eyes are slightly smudged with dark makeup, and her knees and hands are scraped. Why is it that I'm overprotective of her? When did I stop hating her annoying, know it all, innocence, and carefreeness? When did I start loving her?
Turning my eyes fully to the road, I think of places I can take her until the alcohol gets out of her system. I can hardly take her to the old abandoned train warehouse. That's where Isaac, Erica and Boyd are pouring over books about the kanima. Isaac and Hayley seeing each other now won't help matters. It is best to end their relationship before Isaac hurts her. I can't take her to a motel; she would get the wrong impression. Besides in a town this small, it would be a matter of minutes before word reached the sheriff and Isaac that I am in a motel room with Hayley. The only place I can think of is my old burned house. I have some clothes from Laura stored somewhere in the basement. Given that Laura was as small as Hayley, I'm sure the clothes will fit. I doubt Laura would mind if someone wears her clothes now.
By the time we reach the house, it has started pouring down again. Hayley leans forward in her seat with a frown on her face as the sight of the burned house comes into view. She turns to me with a questioning look, which I ignore as I get out of the car. Hurrying to her door, I help her get out, but seeing her bare feet, I change my mind.
"Woah," she exclaims as I abruptly pick her up and run inside with her in my arms bridal style. "Put me down buddy. I may be drunk, but I am capable of walking."
"You mean stumbling and staggering all over the place," I drop her into a mangled old couch rather brusquely. I can't have her be so near me though. Her delicate body in my arms sends my mind wandering to dangerous territory. I can't have her, ever. She hates me, and I am supposed to not be able to stand her either. "You're as clumsy as they come, Stilinski. You'll be doing more damage than scraping your knees if I let you walk. Don't move." I mutter as I head down to the basement.
"Shit," I hear her mumble. "I forgot about my knees. Ouch."
Looking through the boxes, I locate Laura's clothes, the only clothes that survived the fire. Before I starting chocking with nostalgia, I head back up stairs. Hayley is curiously looking around but to my surprise has listened to me and stayed seated on the couch. I throw a pair of gray sweat pants and a dark tank top in her direction. She catches them easily like she does when she catches the ball out in the softball field. Call me stalker, but I have been to all of her games. She doesn't ever see me though because I don't think she would appreciate it. I kneel in front of her and meet her eyes asking for permission to inspect her wounds.
She hesitates by biting her lip but in the end nods. With hands steady, which surprise me since this would be the first time I touch her other than when I carried her inside, I grasp her knee delicately in my hands. It doesn't escape my attention that Hayley's breath catches and her heart beat accelerates when my hands come into contact with her skin. With a small smile on my lips, I assess her wounds. The damage is not too terrible. It's nothing she hasn't endured in the softball field. Taking her hands in mine, it is the same; minor scrapes. Again, her heart begins to erratically beat when I gently run my fingers over the scraped skin on her palms. Perhaps she's not too indifferent… I frown and rise to my feet. Must. Not. Think. That. Way. Ripping another piece of clothing of Laura's, I gently wipe the blood off her palms.
"How am I Doc?" She asks softly as if afraid to interrupt the sound of rain as background music. "Will I survive?"
"Barely," I grunt. "Next time, you should be more careful. You shouldn't drink if you can't hold your alcohol, Bones." I snicker at her.
"Fuck off," she throws back and removes her hand from mine. "I can hold my alcohol unlike you. I hear you passed out in an alley after a shot of vodka. Pussy."
I ignore her. She has a great and wild imagination as she is always making up rumors about me. Little devil. "I'm going to get alcohol and honey from my car," I pull my cellphone from my pocket. "If you want to call your brother…"
"Why do you have honey in your car?" She takes the phone from my hand. "What's the honey for anyway? Actually don't tell me; spare me the mental images you kinky son of a bitch."
I chuckle at her words as I hurry to the trunk of my car. With the bottle of rubbing alcohol and honey jar in my hands, I head back into the house. When I return, she still has the phone in her hands. "Aren't you going to call Stiles?"
"Nah," she smiles deviously to herself. "I'll be interrupting whatever he's got going on with Lydia besides I'm enjoying your company."
"Enjoying my company?" I repeat as I frown setting the honey down next to her. This girl, even when drunk, never stops mocking me. "How many drinks did you have?"
"Oh I don't know," she giggles. "More like bottles. About two and a half bottles of tequila."
As I kneel, the frown in my face deepens. Have I done right in splitting Hayley and Isaac? She doesn't seem to be taking the breakup well at all. Then again what girl her age would? She has led a sheltered and fairly normal life with a boyfriend that genuinely loves her. Stiles, Scott and I don't always see eye to eye, but when my uncle Peter started his vendetta, the three of us worked together to do everything possible to keep Hayley out of danger and ignorant of all things that go bump into the night. She is probably completely clueless to the deaths my uncle caused and the deaths being caused by the kanima. Now, due to my stupidity, I have destroyed her life; her boyfriend has been a werewolf for a month now.
My judgment seems to have always been off. First I get involve with Kate knowing full well her background and family business. Then I become involved in Hayley's life knowing that I could only bring trouble to her. And trouble I have brought. I don't know what possessed me to offer Isaac Lahey the bite. Of course he could have easily turned me down but then again I never take no for an answer. But he wanted power. He wanted the ability to protect himself from his abusive father but most importantly, he wanted the ability to protect the girl he loves most. Which is why it had been entirely too easy to convince Isaac to breakup with her. He has been doing a well enough job at controlling his wolf, but one day he will lose it and end up hurting Hayley. Isaac, reluctantly, agreed that breaking up with her would be the best way. He would still protect her from everything and anything supernatural even himself.
However, I can accept that maybe my reasons were biased, as Lydia so obnoxiously pointed out. I couldn't stand Isaac being with Hayley. I do want her to be safe and happy, but not with Isaac. And I truly believe that one day Isaac will lose control, and I won't be there to stop him. If anything were to happen to her, I'd lose my mind.
"Ouch!" She yelps and jumps away from me. "Watch it! Too much pressure."
"Sorry," I mumble and hand her the piece of cloth, so she treats herself.
"Where did you go?" She whispers after a few minutes of silence in which she wiped the wound with alcohol, and I stared at her.
"What do you mean?"
"You got this faraway look a minute ago," she looks up at me and meets my eyes. "You don't like being here do you? This is where your family died." Sympathy and concern cross her gorgeous almond shaped amber colored eyes.
My eyes widen and my breath catches in my throat. So she is not completely oblivious to the world around her. Lydia, who is sort of my spy on everything Hayley does, told me Hayley doesn't usually concern herself with the news. Lydia says Hayley is much too busy being a local saint. The description of Hayley as a saint had made me laugh uncontrollably. She is anything but a saint with that dirty mouth and mind of hers. She is an angel though. I know of her passion for helping broken souls such as druggies and whatnot. I should have known though that Hayley is not as selfish as Erica, my other spy, claims her to be. If she was, she wouldn't be paying attention to the fact that yes being in this house makes me uncomfortable.
I nod and look around the remains of my home. "Yeah. This is where they died. I used to not be able to set foot in this place. It got better over time, but I swear I can feel their presence. They are blaming me…"
"Blaming?" Her delicate and thin eyebrows furrow. "Why would they blame you? It's not like you set fire to the house."
"How do you know I didn't?" Because of my relationship with Kate, I might as well have.
"With my dad as the sheriff, there's no need for news." She says shamelessly. "I read his report. Loads of people believe it was arson besides you had been at the football game when it happened. Your family can't possibly blame you. And I'm sorry about your loss." She says sincerely while all I can do is nod.
For the first time in two years, since she called me a homophobic narcissistic bastard for no reason, Hayley renders me speechless. She is actually aware of my troubling past; she has gone as far as reading her father's report on the tragedy, which I'm sure must be illegal or ethically wrong. Hell, she even knows where I was the night of the arson. Well fuck me sideways, Hayley Stilinski is not completely unaware of me. Suddenly, I feel like a teenager again like when Kate, who was the most beautiful girl in my class, acknowledged me. The feeling of hope and glee is similar though amplified by a thousand because what I feel for Hayley is not a teenage crush.
"How did you know I was at the football game that night?" Is what comes out of my mouth. Out many things I can say, that is what I'm most curious about.
"You ran over my bike that night, remember?" She narrows her eyes briefly then returns to tending to her wounds.
"So you have known all this time that it was an accident that I ran over your bike? All this time you've known, and yet you have made my life hell." More like heaven. For a while I've known that I enjoy bickering with her. Her insults and made up stories amuse me instead of aggravating me. She kept my mind from planning painful deaths, and acting upon them, for Kate.
She shrugs nonchalantly as she tosses the piece of cloth aside. "You never apologized besides screwing with you is too much fun. It's my favorite past time."
We stare at each other in silence then burst out in laughter. "You don't hate me then?"
"Um," she looks away and bites her lip, which I find very sexy then again what don't I find sexy about her? She turns back to me and smiles sheepishly. "I guess not. Not really. I just… I don't know." She shrugs. "I, huh, I want to change I'm wet. Would you mind looking away or pointing me in the direction of a secluded place?"
"You're wet, huh?" I wink at her and have the satisfaction of watching her face turn a deep and lovely crimson as she realizes what I'm insinuating.
"Pervert," she mutters.
"I'll go to the basement to search for clothes for me, you can change then. Oh and eat that honey." I pinch her cheek gently before walking away snickering to myself.
This has got to be my lucky night. I have gotten Hayley to admit she doesn't truly hate me. I guess it must be true what they say; the line between love and hate is thin. I must be delirious to think that because Hayley doesn't hate me she will love me. There's still the fact that because of me, Isaac has broken up with her. She will surely hate me once she finds out. To top it off, I know she loves Isaac. A person can't fall out of love just out of nowhere. Reality check, Hayley won't even have the same feelings as I have for her. Besides that's not what I want. I want her to stay away from the supernatural; that's the whole reason she is heartbroken and drunk instead of dead or, worse, bitten.
"It's for her own good," I mutter to myself as I rummage through the boxes. It's not long before I find a pair of pants that belonged to my dad. I can't find a shirt though.
Making my way back to the living room where Hayley is changing, I stop dead in my tracks. She has her back to me. The sweat pants hug her petite hips, and as she pulls the dress over her head, I realize she's not wearing a bra. Her back is fully exposed to me, and she takes her sweet damn time in covering up. She tosses her damp hair aside and bends down delicately to pick up the black tank top from the couch. My manhood twitches again, and I swallow louder than I should. She turns around to face me as she slides the fabric slowly down her skin. Her eyes widen a little when she sees I'm not wearing a shirt, but she quickly recovers.
"There you are," she says nonchalantly as if I haven't just seen her exposed back, or I'm not half naked. "Can you open this up for me?" She asks sweetly and innocently as she points at the honey jar.
"There," I hand her the jar and a plastic spoon. "I'm not sure how much…" My phone ringing cuts me off. Picking it up from the raggedy couch, Stiles' name flashes on the screen. With a groan I pick it up. "What?" I snap brusquely.
"You seen Hayley?" His voice is thick with worry, and I can practically picture him rubbing his head as he paces back and forth freaking out.
"No." I reply curtly. Hayley arches her eyebrows at me but otherwise says nothing.
"Liar!" Stiles shouts. I pull the phone away and grimace. With my super hearing, I don't need anyone yelling in my ear let alone a puny human child. "Scott followed her scent two blocks away. He caught your stinky werewolf smell too. Where's she? Is she ok? I swear to God, if you touch a single hair on my sister's perfect head, I will… I will kill you. Do you understand me? I'm too upset to describe exactly how I'll kill you, but I'm going to do it! It's bad enough that because of you she's heartbroken! Derek? You son of a… Are you listen-"
I hang up on him because Hayley's face pales more than normal and her eyes widen. Why didn't I take the call somewhere else? Now she's heard everything. From Scott 'following her scent' to my 'stinky werewolf smell,' and lastly that I am responsible for her heartbreak. Her heartbeat is erratic I fear she will go into cardiac arrest. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes briefly.
"Hayley…"
"What… I… How… I can't even…" She runs her hands through her hair. "Werewolf? Are you guys into some kind of drug or some shit? Is it a code for your little 'pack'?" Her eyes narrow and the color returns to her face in the shade of an angry red. "What the fuck have you gotten my boyfriend and brother involved in?"
Shit. So much for keeping her out of the loop and protected from the monsters. Thanks a lot Stiles. I make a mental note to rip his head off at the first chance I get. There's no other way to explain this other than with a lie and confirm whatever she seems to think about us being involved in a gang and drugs. If I do that, she will try to fix things with Isaac by getting him 'help.' Besides I don't want to lie to her. It's time she hears the truth. Maybe by hearing the truth, she will stay away from Isaac and even me. This is for her own good. No matter how much it hurts, she has to know, she has to hate me, and stay away.
"I can explain," I rub my face and sit on the floor. "Sit."
"I rather stand," she crosses her arms and narrows her eyes.
"Suit yourself," after I deep breath, I continue. "Isaac is a werewolf. Yes, like the mythological creature except this is very much real. Don't give me that look and keep your mind open. Scott is one of us too…"
"Us?" She uncrosses her arms and ends up finally sitting down. "Please tell me Stiles…"
"No. He's not like us. Scott, Lydia, Boyd, Erica, Isaac and I are. I am the Alpha and the others are part of my pack, well, except for Scott. He's an Omega, a loner wolf."
I pause to let my words sink in. She stares at me, unblinking and unmoving. Suddenly she starts to laugh quietly which quickly turns into a full out laugh fest. With a sigh, I close my eyes and when I open them, I know they glow a deep red. She immediately stops laughing and returns to staring at me with eyes wide and, this time, shaking.
"Your eyes…" her voice drops in volume turning into a barely audible whisper. Good thing I can hear well. "It's impossible. How?"
"Very possible. I was born this way. Scott, Isaac and the others were bitten. Scott was bitten by my uncle Peter, whom I thought died in the fire but returned to wreak havoc in town. He killed several people including Allison's aunt, Kate."
"Woah, woah. What? Your uncle killed Kate?"
I explain to Hayley how Kate was responsible for killing my family, after getting information out of me during our relationship. Uncle Peter managed to escape the fire and vowed to return and make those who were involved in the arson pay. At some point, I had been on his hit list too. After tearing Kate's throat out, Peter attempted to kill the hunters, Allison and her family who were innocent at least when it came to the arson. Scott and Stiles helped me kill my own uncle. For almost two years, there was peace in Beacon Hills until now with the kanima at large I needed a pack to take the thing down. Scott wouldn't join, so I recruited Erica, Boyd, Lydia and Isaac.
"The kanima is a very dangerous creature doing the recent killings around here. If I want to stop it before… before more people are hurt, I'm going to need help." I almost slipped out that I feared for her life since Scott and I found the thing following Hayley as she left work just two weeks ago. Hearing that werewolves exist and that her boyfriend is one of them is hard enough. She doesn't need to hear that I love her.
"So you turned my boyfriend into… into a freaking monster?" She covers her eyes with her hands but before I can speak she continues with her outburst. "To top it all, you are risking the life of my brother! He's running around with hunters, werewolves, and taking down some sort of monster that is on a killing spree! What the fuck is your problem?" By the time she's done yelling, she's on her feet pacing back and forth and murmuring incoherently to herself.
Once again, I am speechless. What do I tell her that will give her some peace of mind? Nothing. I can't guarantee that her brother won't end up hurt at some point. Isaac is also putting his life on the line because I bit him. Of course she doesn't know that I basically commanded Isaac to break up with her. I must have left that part out by accident… Okay very much on purpose. The progress I had made with her is gone down the drain now that she knows I'm responsible for everything that is going on. I have quite literally destroyed the normalcy of her world.
"I'm sorry," is all I can say but of course it's the wrong thing to say.
She whirls around with fury dancing in her once upon a time gentle and compassionate eyes. "You're sorry? That doesn't fix anything! That won't stop Isaac from turning into a freak every full moon! I hate you."
And once again we've crossed the line into hatred territory, at least on her part. Even though I expected her to hate me once she found out the truth, it still hurts like… I can't even explain. Well if she hates me, I might as well come clean with the rest of the story.
"I told Isaac to break up with you," I say rapidly and quietly hoping that she won't hear me.
"What?" She stops pacing and stares down at me with her hands fisted at her sides. "You what?!"
"I told Isaac to break up with you because he could hurt you. He would lose control and…"
"Fuck you!" She turns around and walks out of the house into the rain.
Instead of going after her as there is no point because she won't listen, I get up from the floor and sit on the couch and look up at the tattered and charred ceiling. I've lost her. My chest feels hollow like a gaping hole has been punched into it. Even then through the sudden pain of her rejection and hatred, I feel relief wash through me. This is truly for the best. I am a man, and I can take pain. And this pain, I gladly take because this way Hayley will be safe. Because what makes me think I can't lose control too? What makes me think I am better than Isaac? Many times I struggle to not murder Stiles for his aggravating stupidity or Lydia and Erica, who are always trying to rip each other's throats out. Hate me Hayley. Hate me while I love you.
So Derek actually loves her… awh! Sorry, sorry I didn't get to the lemon, but Derek had some explaining to do. Next chapter is the lemon for sure!