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So things start to unravel in this chapter. You hear the story of Derek, who has been mentioned a few times so far. What's his story?

Warning: LEMON ALERT! If you don't want to read it, skip it :)

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Without further ado...Enjoy!

Chapter 6

Derek

Melissa Wolf's POV

Why did I decide to move here? Why did I have to tempt myself and get myself deeper than I should probably be? I was an idiot. That was the only way I could describe myself – I'm an idiot.

There were many reasons why I chose this place and they were one of them – the wolves that were now expecting me at any time, deep in the forest, awaiting an explanation as to why I was a werewolf; awaiting the explanation they've been wanting to here all yesterday. It was the one explanation that I was dreading; the one explanation that I didn't know the whole version to. Of course, I desired answers also. About them; the tribe; La Push. I needed those answers; I deserved them from what I've been through.

All my family was in for an early night. My mom had a long day today; Summer had too. Dylan was saying at dinner that he wanted to be 'fresh' for his new infatuation in the morning so was also catching up and his beauty sleep nice and early. So I was still up, waiting for another five minutes before I set off to my fate as the bell rang.

I sighed, wondering just who and why the hell someone would call at this time of night but froze, horrified as I gazed, terrified at a pale white face staring slyly back at me from the doorway. I gawked for another second before attempting to slam the door on his face but his foot caught the door, halting it. I pushed but he didn't move, surprisingly patient with my hostility. He never usually was. I opened the door again, tears collecting in my eyes as I gaped upon him once again.

As usual, he never change; never ageing. His features were a lean and slender as I remembered them and it scared me slightly. Seeing him so real in my doorway. He still occupied his sly smile, feeling smug with himself for some reason that I probably didn't want to know. He was holding a rose in his hands, twirling it absently as he gazed up on me with his unworthy love and admiration.

"What do you want?" I asked, fearful. His smile widened at my voice. He hasn't heard it in so long now. He didn't otherwise acknowledge. "Derek. I said, what do you want?"

"Shhhhhhhhh." he whispered, putting the stem of the thorny rose to his lips. "Let's not wake your family, as much as I would love to see them."

"You're going nowhere near them." I demanded. He smiled. "I mean it!"

"That's fine. It was you I wanted to speak to, anyway." he said, indifferently.

"That's funny. I don't want to speak to you." I snapped. He looked hurt; he was such an actor.

"Is that anyway to speak to your fiancé?" he asked in disbelief. I cringed and growled at that word.

"Fiancé? I threw your ring back at you, remember?" I reminded him. His face went blank with acknowledgement. I smirked a little. That was the worst thing I've ever done to him.

"Why do you bring up painful matters? Why do you wish to hurt me?" he asked, confused. I snorted.

"It was no better than what you did to me, Derek!" I snapped. He nodded in agreement.

"And I truly regret it. I do." he said, sincerely. Too bad I didn't believe him though.

"Don't humour me, Derek." I ordered. He smiled, dryly.

"Humour? Why, there's nothing humorous about this situation, my love."

"Yeah, you're right...Why the hell are you here, Derek?" I asked, pleadingly. He brushed past me into the house, not waiting for an invitation. I knew he knew he wouldn't get one but he entered anyway. He was stronger than me so it wasn't like I could chuck him out again.

He didn't reply for a time; simply strolling around the living room, looking at all the family photos and chatting about how he'd remember some specific one. I grew impatient when he spoke as to why there was none of him and me.

"Because I couldn't bear to look at you. You and that arm of yours around me in every photo, acting like a proper couple and all the while we weren't at all. All you wanted was my...my step-father. Using me to get to him."

"No. No, it wasn't like that. Yes, true, I wanted that man but...this; us; we were real. We were for life. Please, understand that." he begged. I gaffed and shook my head in disbelief, unable to believe that he was trying to sell me this bullshit. "It's true."

"I said not to humour me, Derek. Stop dodging the damn question. Why are you here?" I asked again. He smiled and side, eyeing the pictures again. I sighed in impatience.

"You know...you are a hard girl to track down, my love..."

"Don't call me that." I cut him off. He glanced at me, smirking but continued.

"Hard to track down. I looked everywhere. Of course, with the rate you move around, I had to check everywhere again, hence why I'm here now. I finally tracked you down. Finally found the place I wanted to be and the people I wanted to be with once again because you were here and your mother, boisterous Dylan and of course, the wondrous and gorgeous S..."

"You don't say her name!" I almost shouted. He held his hands up in fake defence.

"Fair enough. Fair enough." he agreed.

"Derek...Please...Tell me what you want and then just...please...just go." I begged. He smiled, slyly again and it pissed me off. I began to shake.

"I want you to stay away from them." he ordered, causing my shaking to end, as he shocked me. I looked at him, bewildered and stunned.

"What?"

"Those boys. I want you to stay away from them. You can't be around them." he repeated, more slowly as if I was Summer's age. I narrowed my eyes.

"They are none of your business." I spat. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"On the contrary, my love; they interact with you, meaning they are my entire business."

"Who the hell do you think you are? Barging in here; here where my family lives and are sleeping and tell me what you do and don't want me to do? Telling me what I can and can't do?" I asked, offended.

"You are my responsibility. Therefore, I can. I only have your best interests at heart." he told me, seeming to care. I snorted once again, shaking my head.

"My best interests? Really? So killing my step-father; the same step-father that I loved more than anyone was in my best interests was it?" I asked, sceptically. He nodded at once. "You are unbelievable! What is happening in that sick, twisted mind of yours?"

"Mel. That hurts." he told me, pained, touching the skin above his heart.

"How can it hurt? You have no heart." I reminded him. He sighed, exaggeratively.

"Mel. It hurts!"

"Good!"

"I swear, if you don't stay away from them...I'll..."

"What? You'll what?" I asked, slightly pushing my luck. I knew he'd do something.

"I'll..." I begun but thought for a minute. His thoughts overtook him for a second before he smirked and looked at me, evilly, then glancing towards the stairs. I could almost read his mind and his plan. I gasped, shaking my head. I knew he would if he felt that it was 'in my best interests'.

"No please. You wouldn't. You can't. Why are doing this? Don't you want me to be happy?" I asked, scared. His smile softened and he took a few steps towards me. I didn't move; I was afraid to insult him more, knowing he'd do what he'd threatened. He was right above me when he lifted my chin so that I would look at him. His eyes were filled with the same thing I saw in Jacob's earlier and I felt guilty for ever comparing him to Derek, despite their similarity that was simply chance.

"That's why I'm doing this, my love. I love you and you can't find happiness with these wolves. You simply have to trust me. I know I don't deserve it and I will do everything in my power to change that but for now, especially if you value to sister's life...you must stay away from them. Don't go near them, understand?"

I nodded, still looking at him. He smiled and stroked my cheeks with his thumbs. I closed my eyes. As always, as if nothing had happened at all between us, I still felt faint and paralysed at his touch. He cleared his throat, signalling me to look at him and I did at once, gazing into deep crimson eyes.

* Lemon Alert * Skip if you don't want to read!

It never bothered me that Derek was a vampire. His love for me always seemed so real that I never put it to mind. Of course, I was wary about the fact that he killed humans but I loved him and saw past that. My mom or the other two didn't know, of course. They still didn't know about me, for crying out loud. But seeing him now. I was super aware of his stench, although, it wasn't so unbearable. I was hyper aware of his venom and what it could do to three people in this house. It would probably kill me, combined with my already genetically mutated blood. Peering into his crimson eyes though, none of it mattered. I could feel myself being pulled in again; pulled into this 'love' he has for me. The same sort of love that Jacob has for me. Was it the same? Could it be the same considering that they were two different beings altogether? Maybe. Maybe not. My heart flew at the latter possibility.

His eyes were so piercing and welcoming. I got lost in them and only when his velvety voice rang out, could I find my way back to the present. "You belong with me." He whispered, still not letting my gaze from his. "You belong with me and not...that Jacob fellow. Me."

I was taken aback. How did he know his name? How did he know Jake had a infatuation with me? These were the questions I currently wanted answers to but I was interrupted in my voicing them when his lips crashed softly to mine. My heart melted as they connected, throwing my arms around his neck immediately. He picked me up by the waist, carrying me somewhere unknown until my head crashed down on a pillow. He hovered above me as we made out on the couch, him feeling me everywhere as if it were the last time.

WAIT! It was the last time. There shouldn't be a this time! What was happening? What was I doing? Was I insane? I was only going to get hurt again. What the hell was I doing? Stop. Stop it now!

My words and actions registered with my mind, however, my body was another story.

It knew what it wanted and what it has always wanted. And at this precise moment...it was getting the very thing it craved because I never really got enough of Derek. I would always miss his lips on mine, his hands on parts of my body that would scream for him every time we were together. This right here was no exception so I continued to kiss him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He smirked against my lips, grabbing my buttocks and pressing himself into me. I moaned lightly and he groaned at the sound, lifting my shirt over my head. He began to roam my body all over, dragging his kisses down my chest as I clung to his hair for dear life. God I missed this; I missed him but this was all wrong. It didn't feel anything more than just sex.

"Give yourself to me, Mel." he whispered against my chest. I moaned at his words and he took it as consent to hoist me up and run at super human speed to my bedroom.

He didn't waste time; my clothes were torn from me as he placed me on the bed, tearing into little pieces. His tongue kissed wetly up my legs; my inner thighs until I gasped when he plunged into me, deeply. His tongue expanded and constricted inside of me, causing me to cry out, throatily. He growled and withdrew, placing his member at my entrance. As soon as he got there, he slowed his movements. I was sure he remembered that I hated it fast and hard. Slow and tender; he knew that so he lent down, peering into my eyes before slowly entering me. I gasped as he did so, having forgotten what it felt like to have him there. I clung on to him, with super human strength of my own and he thrust, softly. I moaned with his movements, euphorically. I thrust my hips with his, meeting him. He clung on to my hips, sitting up to thrust that little bit harder. I could feel the whole of him at this angle and he repeatedly hit my g-spot until I burst into cries as my orgasm took over. I cried out, low and hard and his self control got the better of him as his orgasm also took over. He thrust harder and harder, groaning and grunting. I screamed loud as he thrust and thrust and thrust. It was like this orgasm was never ending. It felt so good. After a time unknown, the climaxes began to calm down and he stilled his movements, panting lightly against my huge pants.

He pulled out of me, slowly, pushing back in an inch, causing me to moan, before pulling out totally. He laid next to me, propped up by his elbow, whilst gazing at my panting body. He caressed the skin between my breasts and I moaned once again at his touch. He kissed me once more before ordering, "Sleep."

* End of Lemon *

I closed my eyes instantly, obeying him at once. He continued to caress my body. My chest; my breast; my shoulder; my arms. All the touching made me drift off into a deep sleep. His hands on my face being the last thing I felt.

I woke in the morning, feeling sore, vaguely remembering last night. I remembered Derek coming to see me; his whole vampire-ness turning me on, immensely. Then I remembered what we did and looking back on it now, out of the influence he was giving me, I felt horrified. What had I done? What was wrong with me? I really was becoming insane. As if I let him even touch me last night. As if I even let him near me. I knew. I knew of his influential nature. How could I have been so stupid.

The whole of last night began to make itself clear to me and I gasped. The pack! I promised to meet them last night and I left them hanging. I didn't call them; I was too occupied by Derek showing up at my door. I felt horrible. They didn't deserve that. They deserve answers but I didn't know how to get around that now that Summer's life was in danger.

SUMMER! Oh no! Derek. He threatened her life if I ever went near them again! How could I explain now? I couldn't and I wouldn't. My sister's life is more important than them. I couldn't risk her life. Not anyone's but how could I face the guys now? Knowing this. How could I go to the same school? I couldn't ignore them if I put myself in their paths.

And Jake! I couldn't ignore him either, even if I wanted to. Thinking about Jake made me think about Derek and it felt like what I did with Derek last night somehow...betrayed Jake. It was weird and unusual of a feeling but it felt like betraying Jake was inexcusable and I should be killed for it. I had a feeling that he was going to be furious about it. And for some reason, that made me want to cry. It scared me to think what it would do to him and it was weird. My life was ever so complicated now but I would obliged Derek. I wouldn't see them or go near them for Summer's sake, so when my mom called up to ask why I wasn't up, I told her that I was ill. She believed me and set off for work with Dylan and Summer in toe. I was alone and that was precisely what I deserved.

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