Stop. Revive. Survive. Rinse. Repeat.

After the events of the other night, everyone decided it was time for a much needed break. They all decided that one day away from the supernatural world would do them some good. She felt the bed move on the other side and soon Derek's face came into view, kissing her cheek. She didn't have a place to stay and Derek had offered his loft. She wanted to sleep on the couch. He wasn't having any of that.

Maybe it was just an over abundance of hormones, a response to a sexual starvation diet. She'd been without for so long that her body was craving the worst possible thing for her. Derek was carnal triple chocolate cheesecake, deep-fried on a stick. She forced her hands to stay underneath the pillow as his hand ran down her arm and rested on her side, his lips trailing feather light kisses from her cheek all the way down to the triskelion tattoo that was centered on back, much like Derek's.

She rolled over to face him and he pinned her down by placing the hand that was on her side next to her head. "Are you going to torture me all day?"

Green eyes stared into blue hues as Derek's lips lifted into a smirk.

"I was thinking about it."

"Figures." Claire groaned, throwing the pillow over her head.

She could hear the low growl in his throat and she knew she was in trouble. Slowly, his hands traveled from her thighs, all the way up to her sides and in a split second, he was forcing her into submission by tickling her. She writhed beneath him, trying to get away from him, but he held her petite, muscle frame down by his weight. He continued the onslaught for a good twenty minutes, until her ribs ached.

But still, Claire refused to give up. Derek remembered her stubbornness. She was the most difficult, the most stubborn woman that he'd ever known.

And he falling for her again.

Claire stared up at him as he studied her face. She felt naked to him, even though she was very much clothed. One glance downward and she took in the cutest inny belly button she'd ever seen. And then his chest. Solid. Hard. Her heart beat to the sound of passion again. Derek bent down and claimed her lips.

And then they were interrupted by the sound of three people.

Derek growled deep in his chest.

He stood up, grabbing a button up from the closet. He put it on, but conveniently left it open for her to stare at.

"Let's go."

The sun spilling through the window hit his chest, making his bare skin look even more golden. Claire nearly had her way with him right then and there - screw the people that were in the other room.

"That's okay," She sputtered. "I don't want to tag along... I'll be in the way.."

"Yes, you do. Come on." He took her by her hands and pulled her up off the bed.

Oh great. Her gaze slipped down to his open shirt again. Was she going to have to look, or try not to look, at his chest all morning? "Then at least button your shirt." The words were out before she realised how that sounded. The disappointment in his eyes vanished and a sexy twinkle took its place. The twinkle brought out the gold flecks in his irises, which she used to admire so much.

She remembered when they were kids and he'd caught the rock that the bullies had thrown at her. At six, she'd considered him a hero.

At sixteen, she considered him a heartbreaker.

"Why?" he asked. "Does it bother you?"

She glared at him. "Don't go there."

He practically dragged her with him. At least he was dressed - she was in only a tank top and short shorts.

Stiles, Scott and Isaac were standing there, watching the two of them.

"What happened to peace and quiet?"

"Yeah, well, Stiles found something about that kid that was murdered at the pool."

This perked Claire's curiosity.

"They're human sacrifices." Stiles said, "Virgin human sacrifices."

It was going to be a very long and bat-shit crazy day. Some were spellbound, some were hell bound, some they fell down, and some got back up and fought back against the melt down. She wasn't sure which one she was going to do today after hearing that explanation.

"So do we know who's doing the killing?"

"No."

"Well that's great, you drag me out of bed just to tell me that someone is killing virgins." Claire left the boys to their discussion and took a seat on the couch, four pairs of eyes following her.

Isaac took a seat in front of her on the coffee table not but a moment later.

"You seem... stressed."

"Do I?" She asked, sarcasm dripping from each letter.

Isaac rested a hand on her knee. "What's wrong?"

Somehow, deep down, Isaac made her want to tell him, made her want to spill secrets that she kept buried. "The other night, I became blinded by what I thought I needed to do. I was wrong. I was stupid. But not for one minute did I not enjoy it."

"He killed your mother, it's normal."

"I'm tired of being the one that does the saving." Claire admitted. "When you and I went for that movie... I felt normal."

She felt like an idiot. She wasn't sure why she was feeling like this, but she was. She thought getting her revenge would be satisfying. But Claire couldn't shake the feeling of something, something she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"I don't know what's going on." She racked a hand through her hair and stopped just below her neck. "Something... isn't right."

Isaac stood and brushed her hair aside. "Hey Derek, you might want to come and look at this."

Derek was there in two steps.

What everyone saw on the back of her neck was three puncture marks, the skin around the wounds were a deep black and blue, veins protruding.

"What the hell is that?" Stiles asked.

"Deucalion." Derek replied.

Author's Note: and so the mystery continues... dun dun dun. Reviews are always appreciated and a big thank you to those that have followed, reviewed and favorited this story. You guys make me smile! :)