Chapter 4

I decided to visit Derek. I'm not listening to what Scott and Stiles say about him. If it's true what they say why are they always with him?

"Derek?" I called out as I entered his house. Suddenly I was kicked in the back and fell flat on my face.

"Someone never told me they are learning how to fight," he said. I laughed.

"Well let's see what you have learned," he smirked and got into his fighting stance.

I flipped myself onto my feet. Surprisingly he looked impressed. We started fighting. I took the first move. I throw a punch at him but he easily catches my wrist. My eyes widen as I saw what he did. He bent my wrist back slightly and kicked my legs out from beneath me. I fell like a ton of bricks.

I bit my lip so as to not screech at the pain I felt. I swung my leg under Derek making him fall backwards just like I did.

"Ha-ha!" I laughed as he sat up. He got up and helped me up too. He took his t-shirt off to help make his moves flow from one to another.

I kicked and punched him. He just stood there like it was nothing. I huffed. He went to take a drink and I jumped on his back and covered his eyes. He flipped me over his back and instead of letting me drop to the floor he held me in his arms. And smiled.

"Round two?" I asked. He laughed.

"Yeah round two" He agreed. Derek put me down on the ground.

He started this time. He kicked me. I caught his leg and pulled it towards me so he fell back. He kicked his leg that I still had hold of and I hit the wall. We both got up. He threw a punch at me and I avoided it. I punched and kicked Derek. He stumbled back slightly. I ran up as I saw Derek fell to his knees. I saw him close his eyes concentrating on something. He stood up.

"Derek, are you ok? What's wrong?" I panicked. I hadn't meant to hurt him.

"I'm fine" Derek told me. "Ready?"

I nodded. He kicked me. I span around to his back to dodge the kick. I kicked him back. Derek turned to face me.

Derek swung his fist at me and he hit my face causing me to turn as I fell.

"Emily!" Derek shouted panicking. He lifted me up and placed me on the couch. He ran to a freezer and after returning placed an ice pack on my cheek. I winced. It was stinging my cheek.

"That's going to bruise," Derek told me. He closed his eyes again. Like he's blaming himself. I asked for this. I needed to know how to fight. I lifted one hand and patted his back. He looked at me. Oh my god, is he angry? He held my hand and the pain I felt went away. It was strange. I looked over at him.

"It's ok, Derek, it's my fault," I told him. I sat up. "Let's start again!" I said cheerfully.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah." He helped me up and I held onto him as we got ready.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yeah why not," I smiled weakly.

We continued to fight for a few hours but Derek had to stop all of a sudden. I got a good look at his tattoo. It was pretty cool.

He span around grabbing my stuff and threw them at me. Huh? My jacket hit my face.

"Ouch." Derek looked angrily at me. He put a finger to his lips telling me to hush. Derek stood still like he could hear something outside. He couldn't, could he? I can't hear anything. Suddenly he was starting to push me out of his back door.

"Wait Derek. What's going on? Tell me? No wait!" I pleaded. He pushed me more.

"Go. Leave now! Emily, run, don't stop running 'til you're away from the woods. Go!" Derek shouted at me and gave me one final push to run out of his house. I did what he told me to do. I ran and never stopped till I got out of the dark woods. As soon as I saw a bench outside I collapsed onto it to get my breath back.

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Tonight is parent teacher night which I'm dreading. My grades have slipped since I started training. But it's not the end of the world. My father and I took off in his car.

I saw Scott's mum, Melissa I think, looking worried. I've not seen Scott in a while. I sighed as my dad and I walked into my first class.

Well it's not that bad. All I got was 'she's nice and hard-working but her grades are slipping slightly. She can't seem to stop laughing at what Mr. McCall and Mr. Stilinski misbehaviours in class.' I guess my dad was ok with it.

"Em," my dad stopped walking, "You need to study more." I looked down.

"Look it's great that you found something that you love to do! But you have to keep on top of your school work as well. I know what it's like." I looked up. "But please sweetheart keep on top of your school work." He kissed my cheek as we headed back to the car when something happened.

Everyone started running around. All that was heard was a 'Bang!' People pushed into me. I fell on the ground. People just walked on me to get away. My dad ran to me panicking and helped me up.

"Ouch."

My dad put my arm around his neck and took me back to the car. "Are you ok sweetie?'"

I nodded. "I'm fine," I told him, trying not to cry. Who knew being stood on hurt so bloody much.

I looked out and saw Mr. Argent calming everyone done as he was the cause of the 'bang'. It became obvious now that it had been a gunshot.

A/N: Please comment on what you think of it so far. Whether it's good or bad. Even if you have ideas about what should happen next. :-) xxx