Darkest Powers fanfiction
EVERYONE'S SECRET
Derek Souza/OC: Mary Ralluber

Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long since I've updated this. I've been on a writing frenzy with The Dark Secret. Hopefully this chapter makes up for the delay. ^-^ Enjoy, and please review. Thaanks! (:

Chapter 11.

Derek had been hunched over his math book, furiously scribbling down the answers to the problems Miss Wang had given him. Simon sat at the desk on his side of the room, working on English homework. Ever since Mary had told him he belonged to her, he never stopped thinking about her. He worked on his homework extra fast so he could spend time with her, making up the excuse that she needed help on her math again.

He scribbled the answer to his last problem before slamming his book shut and scraping his chair back. Simon looked over at him, his arm hanging off the back of the chair.

"Ready to 'go help Mary with her homework?'" he teased. Derek rolled his eyes. "What? I think it's great you're hanging out with her."

Derek stood from his chair and stared at his brother's grinning face. After a few moments, Derek managed a small smile of his own.

"You're turning into a ladies man, bro. I'm so proud of you."

"Shut up, Simon," Derek grunted with an eye roll and left their room. He walked down the hall to Mary's room. It was quiet, so she was probably doing her own homework. That, or she was reading one of those magazines she'd lifted from the gas station before she came to Lyle House. He poked his head in and saw her flawless figured sprawled on her bed, her legs bent at that knees with her ankles crossed in the air. Her palms held her cheeks as she looked down at the glossy pages of the magazine.

"Hey Derek," she said without looking up at him. Derek smiled and walked inside. Mary turned a page and still kept her eyes glued to the magazine. Derek didn't mind though; this gave him time to admire her again. His green eyes traveled down her body, tracing her features, her large breasts, the form of her legs. He secretly liked how all of her clothes molded perfectly with her body. Today she sported a pair of short shorts that only had enough material to cover her rear and a green v-neck that matched her eyes, her cleavage clear while she lay on her stomach. Her long black hair was pooled over one shoulder and she occasionally flicked her slanted bangs out of her face to keep from shielding her eyes. Even though it was still winter, Derek knew that Mary was capable of wearing clothes that didn't fully cover her body, since she didn't need the warmth regular humans needed.

She finally looked up at him, one of her eyebrows arching. "So, how long are you going to stand there checking me out, hmm?" she asked. Derek blushed.

"What are you talking about?" Mary rolled her eyes and chuckled as she rolled onto her side, propping her elbow up and creating a pedestal for her head with her hand, her fingers tangling in her own hair.

"It's okay. I check you out too, sometimes," she said. Derek's cheeks blushed even greater. She patted the area on her bed, beckoning him to sit with her as she sat up herself.

"Finished with your homework already?" she asked. He nodded.

"I see you haven't even started yours," Derek said. Mary knitted her eyebrows together.

"What makes you say that?" she asked. Derek tilted his chin towards her messy desk, her homework books still closed and blank paper strewn all over them.

"That does," he mentioned. She turned and followed his gaze.

"That proves nothing," she said defensively. He arched an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" Mary leaned into his face, her nose touching his, eyebrows narrowed and a smirk spread across her face.

"Really. What are you going to do about it?" she taunted in a whisper. Derek grinned slyly and ran his hand over her thigh, grasping her leg in his large hand. Another hand was placed on her waist as he leaned in to press his lips against hers for a brief peck.

"I believe a punishment is in order," he teased. Mary placed her hands on his shoulders and arched her eyebrows.

"Wow, Derek. I didn't know you could be so kinky," she laughed.

"I didn't either," he admitted and collided with her lips again, moving fast and eager. Derek felt Mary's dainty hands squeeze his brawn shoulders, making his own hands around her tighten. He grunted numerously during their make-out session, absolutely loving the sound of her slight moans.

Suddenly, they both broke apart from each other, eyes wide and on the door. They'd picked up a scent that was nearing their way. Mary pushed Derek in the direction of her closet, stuffing him inside with force as he tried to make room for himself.

"You have so much crap!" he hissed. Mary rolled her eyes and sneered.

"Shut up. I do not," she snapped and shut the door. Draped in the darkness of the tiny room and surrounded by Mary's scent, he heard her bounce back on her bed. The footsteps grew louder and finally reached her room. Miss Van Dop stopped at her doorway.

"Mary, Dr. Gill is here to see you," she said. Derek narrowed his eyebrows.

"Just me?" asked Mary.

"Just you." He heard the springs of her mattress creak as she stood from her bed and padded towards the closet, stopping at the door. He heard the faint sound of Mary slipping on her shoes and the thuds they trailed towards her door.

"And, Mary?" Miss Van Dop continued. "Do you know where Derek went?"

He could practically hear Mary's heart pound in his ears, but she replied in a calm and casual tone. "No. Why would I know where Derek is?"

"You spend a lot of time with him. We just figured he'd tell you his whereabouts." Mary scoffed.

"I'm his friend, not his mom," she snapped. Their voices grew fainter as they walked down the hallway and down the stairs. Derek opened the door and stepped out, sighing with relief. If Miss Van Dop had seen them together, things would surely go badly. He hated the fact that she already suspected something going on. His distaste turned to Brady. He wouldn't have put it past him if he'd told the nurses something. Just like he'd said to him, Brady knew he and Mary had feelings for each other.

Derek crept out of Mary's room and walked down the stairs towards the living room. He picked up the old Xbox controller, but didn't yet turn on the system. He really wanted to hear what Dr. Gill had to say to Mary.

He waited until a nurse saw him inside the room before leaving it. He slinked towards Dr. Gill's office and hid in the shadows, placing an ear to the wall like he had last time. Their voices were clear, as if he were in the room with them.

"Have a seat, Mary," Dr. Gill said earnestly. Some silence, and then the creaking of a couple of chairs.

"Why am I here? I was just in your office, like, yesterday," said Mary.

"Actually it was Wednesday. That was two days ago," corrected Dr. Gill. Derek rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Why am I here?" demanded Mary.

"Mary, do you remember when we first met, and I told you that you needed to keep away from Derek Souza?" she asked. Derek's teeth bared, but he managed to keep calm. He heard a scoff from Mary, and then Dr. Gill continued. "You haven't done as I asked, have you?"

"Derek's my friend. What can I say? Why would you tell me to stay away from him? Because you're afraid that he'll put ideas in my head because I'm some sort of psycho? I'm not, and he doesn't. Why the hell do you even care?"

"I care because I'm trying to help you get better, Mary. You have a very serious situation. Your psychological trauma isn't healed. It will probably never heal, but we can help it. Remember what I said, Mary. Your mind is feeble and weak and will accept anything anyone tells you." Derek heard a humorless laugh which clearly belonged to Mary.

"Oh please. If my mind was so feeble, then I'd believe the bullshit you're feeding me," she said.

"Mary, the language."

"Derek's not telling me anything. We're friends. Aren't I allowed to have friends here?"

"Of course, but considering Derek could really harm you, it's better if you stay away from him."

"Then again, I ask you—why am I here at this group home?"

"Actually," began Dr. Gill, "as we speak I'm in the process of finding you different accommodations. You've proven to me that even at your age you are not responsible to do as I ask."

Derek's heart beat wildly. Different accommodations? Dr. Gill was taking Mary away from Lyle House? His breath caught in his throat. If Mary were to leave, he'd go crazy, literally. His rages would be out of control. He felt attached to her. If she were to leave, a part of Derek would be leaving too.

Mary was silent afterwards, which told Derek that she was just as against this idea as he was.

"You're taking me out of the group home?" she finally asked in a whisper.

"It appears I have no choice but to take you out. Perhaps a mental ward that keeps you solitary for the time being, but is an overall nice place. After all, I care about your happiness."

"If you cared about my fucking happiness then you wouldn't be doing this to me!" shouted Mary in a roar. Derek felt the malice in her tone and heard her heavy breathing.

"Mary, have you been taking your pills?" asked Dr. Gill warily. "Every day during your three meals?"

"Yes, I've been taking your stupid fucking pills. I don't know why; they aren't doing anything for me. Do you know why? Because I'm a werewolf, and that's why I have these violent rages."

"Mary, please sit down. We're not going to go through the werewolf thing again. I told you, werewolves don't exist."

"They do so! Would you like me to show you?" she snarled. Derek knew this was getting out of hand. Mary was losing control of her awareness. She couldn't possibly Change at that moment.

Suddenly, Derek heard the sound of a drawer opening and the popping of a disposed cap.

"What are you doing?" asked Mary.

"It's for your own good, Mary," Dr. Gill said.

"Keep that shit away from me!" she screamed. Derek heard fast footsteps from both females, and then a heavy thud. He couldn't help himself. He burst into the room, Dr. Gill puncturing Mary's skin with a needle.

"What did you do?" he cried.

"She was getting to out of hand. She'll be fine, Derek. Why are you here, anyway?" she asked. Derek was infuriated by her calm tone.

"I heard screaming—Mary's screaming," he said. Dr. Gill knitted her eyebrows together.

"The walls are soundproof," she mentioned. Derek breathed heavily as his worried eyes averted back to Mary's limp body on the ground. Her eyes were shut and she looked as if she was in peace, but Derek's gut knew that she wasn't.

"What's going on here?" he asked her. Dr. Gill stared at Derek for a short while before producing the most false smile he'd ever seen.

"Nothing, dear. Nothing."