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Hi Guys! I am back home and yes DanaIsis, you're city is amazing! I had so much fun in Chicago This is a short little chapter. Next chapter will be up sometime later today. Read, review and enjoy!
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Derek's Point of View
After I had finally led Karaline upstairs into the only bedroom in the house that wasn't completely destroyed, my room, I sunk down into the old, blue couch and buried my head in my hands. She was a handful to say the least. After arguing with her for over an hour and several failed negotiation attempts on her part, Karaline finally agreed to let me watch over her until the full moon. It amazed me how the girl kept throwing out new excuses at me. It was a gift.
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"I can't miss class!" she disputed.
"And I don't care," I replied.
"So I'm just supposed to stay locked in here for the next week? That's your genius plan?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"Actually, yes. Unless you prefer taking the risk of accidentally transforming into wolf form and then holding the responsibility of the deaths of your classmates," I asked rhetorically. Karaline shifted her weight and folded her arms in defeat as I stared her down waiting for an answer. "I didn't think so. Look," I sighed, "I don't want to do this more than you probably don't, but this town has seen too much. This wolf has caused a lot of trouble and turned a lot of heads in our direction the past few months. We don't need anymore attention from Beacon Hills."
"Our? We? So you're admitting that you're a werewolf?"she raised her eyebrows, catching me off guard. I blinked.
"No," I stated, trying my best to keep a blank face.
"Fine, I won't force you to admit it until you want to," she shrugged with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "But I know," she smirked.
Just as I was about to open my mouth to question her on her last remark, she cut me off. "What about my sister, Kaylen? She's going to worry about me if I don't call to check in with her," she said. I let out a sign of annoyance as I clenched my jaw.
"Then call her!" I replied.
Karaline leaned forward and squinted up at me. "With what phone?" she sassed. My mouth hardened into a line as I reached into my back pocket and tossed my iPhone at her. She looked down at the phone and smiled slyly. She had the face of angelic innocence, yet I was starting to see the evil lying beneath it.
"Anymore questions?" I responded disapprovingly.
Karaline looked up at me. "What about my clothes? Toothbrush?"
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "You have got to be kidding me."
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Thought I know Karaline didn't want to stay locked in my old house for a week just like any other person, she knew why it was necessary. After dealing with Scott and seeing him nearly lose control while in public several times, I knew I couldn't take the same risk by letting another newborn run around town again. Though Scott was, for the most part, free to go about his life, I still had to keep an eye on him just to make sure he had his temper under control. If it wasn't for his little friend… Miles?... I would have probably had to lock Scott up somewhere, too. But as Karaline continued to talk and throw excuses at me, I started to regret my decision.
However it surprised me that the girl didn't show any fear. She was faced with the possibility of turning into a werewolf for Christ's sake. A fucking werewolf! I knew she was scared, but she hid her feelings damn well. I actually found it amusing that she was more worried about missing school more than possibly getting bit by a wolf and being held hostage by another.
One week. I could survive seven days with a talkative, college girl. Right? However, she wasn't just any random college student — she knew something.
"I know what you are!" her words rung in my head. To say that she surprised the shit out of me when she accused me of biting her is an understatement. What did she know about werewolves? How did she find out? Why was she really in the woods last night? I had already ruled out the possibility that she was a hunter. No hunter would be stupid enough to go weaponless or be in the woods themselves, sadly. Had she seen me shape-shift?
Shit! I had forgotten about my little transformation episode earlier when I had seen the supposed bite mark on Karaline's neck. I couldn't remember the last time I had lost control of my body like that. When I saw the cuts on her neck, the only thing I could think about was the Alpha. Another life was almost claimed because of that fucker. But the part that really made my blood boil was that another life had almost been taken for no obvious reason, if there was a reason at all. The list of Beacon Hills deaths was growing and all these lives were being claimed in vain. It was then that I lost control and started to transform — but then out of nowhere a shock ran through my body. Suddenly I was back in control quicker than I had lost control as my vision cleared up and I stared down at a puddle of water.
It was going to be a long week. Not only did I hold the responsibility of watching out for the girl, but I also needed to take care of myself. The girl claimed that she knew what I was, however I knew that I had to play it off as long as I could. Indeed it was strange of me to lose control like I had earlier, to say the least, and now I had to make sure it would never happen again.
My head throbbed as I leaned back against the couch, my bed for the next week, and closed my eyes.
