-Chapter Five-

Holding her skateboard in one hand, her eyes narrowed on Scott as she shut off her iPod, sliding the earphones back into her pocket as she watched the school lay their eyes on her. Scott must have known what she was planning as he walked closer to her, saying, "You told me something the night you were in the car accident, just before you went to the hospital."

"How did you found out?" She asked, watching a few people take out their phones, beginning to dial the police, which Scott knew they were doing.

"You flipped two people over in less than a minute and those eyes," Walking closer to her, her reached up to her face as he pulled the hair from her eyes, whispering. "They are hard to forget."

"They'll be here soon, Scott. You know the second I hear there sirens there won't be a Charlie or a Sky here for them to arrest." She whispered, watching as the school, the crowd, inched forward a little, as they saw it was safe.

"Meet me in the middle of the woods at midnight." Scott whispered in her ear just before letting her leave, ten minutes before the police showed up, questioning people along with Scott who told them the opposite of what he told Charlie, saying, "I told her to stay here and wait for the police. If she ran, it would look like she's guilty and that's never good."

Wrapped in a Volcom Stone Pullover Hood sweatshirt, a Style&co. pair of jeans, and a pair of black All-Star converse, Charlie pressed her back against a tree, waiting for Scott as she put her right foot against the tree, stuffing her hands in her pockets. Sighing, she saw her breath become visible as it leaked out of her mouth, passing in the air as it dodged some trees, floating in the air. Pulling out her iPod, she put an earphone in her hear as she put on All I Want- A Day To Remember acoustic version, the music flowing in her ears.

"'I'm always screaming my lungs out till my head starts spinning. Playing my songs is the way I cope with life. Won't keep my voice down. Know the words I speak are the thoughts I think out loud. I like to keep things honest.

I'm a safe bet like your life's staked on it, for real. I'd hate to keep you all wondering. I'm constant like the seasons, and I will never be forgotten man.'" Charlie whispered aloud to the words, focusing into Jeremy's voice as she closed her eyes tightly, her singing taking her over.
"'Still got something left to prove. It tends to keep things movin'. While everyone around me says my last days are looming overhead but what the hell do they think they know? My head's above the water while they drown in the undertow.'" Charlie whispering to herself, falling into the music as she full-on sang the words aloud, her voice reaching out from where she was.
"'All I want is a place to call my own, to mend the hearts of everyone who feels alone. Whoa, you know to keep your hopes up high and your head down low.'" Finishing what she was singing, well, halfway of what she was singing, a voice came from a few feet of where she was.
"Beautiful voice." The voice was deep, almost dark, but at the same time it was light, gently like, but mushed into one big ball.
Feeling her chest, the figure came out, looking at her before asking, "What are you doing?"
"Feeling if my heart is still beating," Letting go of her chest, she turned to look at the figure, seeing it was Derek Hale, the one who had his family all die in a fire. "God, do you sneak up on everyone?"
"Scott told me to come get you and take you to my house where you will be hidden from the police." Derek replied, reaching for Charlie's hand, only for her to yank it back, unsure of what to do.
"Trust a man alone in the woods or wait here, seeing if Scott actually does show up." Charlie leaned her back against the tree, only for Derek to get closer, his hand reaching down to hear the next sound playing out of her iPod, him putting it in his ear as he heard the acoustic version of Someone, Somewhere- Asking Alexandria playing.
"Let me show you how much you can trust me." Derek whispered, closing the gap between their lips, kissing her as her moved her hands on her waist, her unsure of what to do or where to place her hands, only for her to find her own movements, her hands heading on his waist, Derek's hands going up her back as they were kissing, lips together. Pulling apart from him, she put his forehead on hers, letting out a shallow whisper saying, "Derek," before he put his arms under her legs, swinging her up as his hand moved along her back, picking her up from off the ground as he held her in his arms.
"What are you doing?" She whispered, a prick her neck as her vision began to blur, Derek looking down at her as she was in his arms.

"Wasn't it three years ago when you lost your virginity to me, Sky? Remember how you felt me inside you, wanting me more and more every day? Remember when you gripped the sheets, sweating as we played around in the bed, our favorite game of horse," Derek went up against her ear, her laying in bed as his lips were against her ear, him whispering, "Remember when you screamed my name, begging for me to stop, but knowing you wanted more?"
About to roll off the bed, she felt a cold circle around her wrist, opening her eyes and looking up to see her hand was handcuffed to the bed post. Just as she was about to scream for someone, anyone, Derek's hand covered her mouth, turning her over as he put his legs over her, keeping her down. Smiling, giving a small laugh, he tilted his head, asking, "Why are you fighting me? Don't you love me?"
Biting his hand, he brought it back, seeing blood draw from the bite marks, him turning back to look at Charlie as she looked into his eyes. Pulling out a strip of a towel, he shoved it in her mouth, wrapping it around her face, pulling up her head as he tied a knot, looking back as she tried to yell, but it being muffled from the clothe blocking her screaming. Taking a knife from the table next to the bed, he made a quick cut, about an inch or two, across her shoulder, keeping a reminder to her that he was in control.
"Now this," Showing his bite healing, the skin closing as the blood stopped, him pressing his hand against her face, continuing. "You know it would heal. You know from the night that you had lost your virginity to a werewolf nevertheless."
Getting off from her, swinging his legs down to the ground, he put the knife in his pocket, looking into her eyes as he saw her fear, the worry pour out just before he left the room, slamming the door shut to echo throughout the room.