-Chapter Two-

She didn't remember what had happened after she reached the road.

Flashes came to her mind.

Bright lights.

Screaming.

Pain.

Blacking out.

Everything was a blur for her, but it didn't stop her from trying to go deeper.

A flash hit her instantly, it being of a dark blue car on the road, heading down the street. She remembered turning around to see it swerve into the lane beside it, a white truck almost colliding into the side of the car, the person flipping the car the other way towards her.

She remember hearing someone scream, and it wasn't like any human scream she had heard.

Laying on the side of the road, she felt pain in her stomach as a black car pulled up to the sight, someone getting out to walk over towards her. The lights from the car blocked her from seeing their face, her watching them come towards her, darkness covering her vision as she felt her being lifted into a pair of arms before she blacked out.

Nothing left.

Something warm trickled down her forehead, her opening her eyes to shut them again, rubbing away what was blocking her vision before opening her eyes again. Looking around, she realized she was staring at a ceiling, her starting to lean upwards to find she was in a burnt house, the one that belonged to Derek Hale. Sighing, she tossed her head to her right, finding a bowl of bloody water, a white rag stained with crimson blood. Looking down, she felt like she was split in two to realize that she had a deep cut across her stomach, stitched as she could see through the ripped hole in her shirt.

Reaching up to her forehead, she pulled back her two fingers to see them covered in blood, realizing a deep gash was made, also noticing that her fedora was off her head, set next to the bowl of water. Next to her fedora sat a bag with the words, "I thought you would use some clothes," written on a tag which was attached to one of the handles on the bag. Laughing, her interest took her into the bag, switching around clothes to find the layers that she needed.

Pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans, she slipped into them, doing her best to pull them on before picking up the grey shirt that fit around her body, her taking the next layer which was a black leather jacket. Pulling it over her arms and on her body, she picked up her hair, pulling it over the leather jacket before bending down, grabbing her fedora as she adjusted it on her head. Going through the shoes, she decided on a pair of black ankle boots, them stopping a little above her ankle as the heel was an inch off the ground. Looking down at her appearance, a smile reached her face before she heard a car pull up next to the house.

"How do the clothes fit?" Before she knew it, Derek was coming through the front door before she even got a chance to move.

"Like you measured my body." She tilted her head a little, giving up on the glance as she shoved her hands into her black skinny jeans pockets.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, noticing the her head still have the crimson blood dripping from her cut, him bending down to take the rag between his fingers, dabbing it on her forehead.

Hissing in pain, she held it in as he finished cleaning her forehead, pulling her side bangs over the gash before he tilted her fedora down, hiding some of the gash between her thin black hair. Leading his hand to her cheek, he softly brushed it, only for her to turn away, her heartbeat speeding up as he let go.

"If you want to sleep on the park bench tonight, it's okay, but if you want to stay here, tell me. I'm not forcing you to chose, Brooke." Stepping back, he held his hands in the air as if he was giving up, waiting for her to pick her choice.

"Since when did you start calling me Brooke?" She questioned, noticing how he made her name shorter, it becoming clear to her that he was trying to influence her choice.

"Brooklyn wasn't working for you." He admitted, her knowing that calling her Brooklyn could be longer than he was used to.

"On Saturday night, you will come home and you will find out my answer. If I do leave, please don't try to follow me, and if I do stay, please don't do anything you'll regret." Watching him look from the floor to her, she looked as he understood, picking up his keys before leaving, waiting for her answer on Saturday night.

The days passed by like hours, reaching Saturday around the afternoon when Derek had told her that she should leave for the afternoon, willing to drop her off in the town as he didn't want her at the house, her explaining to him that she felt like she was being watched.

"If you need anything, just shout." He told her as she nodded, backing away from his car as he pulled from curb, taking off down the street.

Wearing a short red dress that was strapless, black high heels with an inch heel, her hair laying across her shoulders, dripping down to the middle of her back as her black leather jacket covered her shoulders and arms, the fedora pulling together the outfit. Walking down the street, she remembered how the day before the lacrosse game was the day that Derek was arrested and put into jail as he was a suspect for killing Laura Hale, which was still a Jane Doe. It would be around the time when Scott and Stiles would have dug the top half of Laura Hale, calling the sheriff to get Derek arrested.

The events seemed to collapse in on each other as she began to think that she had some time before she had to make the decision to leave or to stay. Usually the decision would have been easy, it being to leave as she shouldn't disrupt the show, but her leaving would effect Derek, and her staying would have an effect. If she kept to the shadows, living in secret in Derek's house, maybe the show would continue as it was meant to, her slipping out of the house when the show had been placed inside the house.

Sighing, she looked up at the sky as if she was asking for a sign, only for the next place she looked to have her answer- Stay.

Of course the sign was glitching out, supposed to say, 'The Bed and Breakfast: Sign in and stay." Taking it as her answer, she turned towards the house, heading to face her final decision, her risking to change the whole show due to her presence.

Maybe she could control it.

Control him.

Thinking of what choice she made, she began to think it over once more before Derek would come home, questions filling her head.

Control him? Who was she to decide what he could and couldn't do?

It wasn't like she could control him.

He is a werewolf and she was a human, so the chances of controlling him were slim to none, unless he fell in love with her.

Why did she have to control how she would be kept in the show?

Maybe she wouldn't screw up the show and it'd be alright for her. She could stay, have a life, possibly fall in love with someone who understood her.

Then again, what if her staying would tilt the balance of the universe, causing everything to explode.

Well, that would be just a bit over dramatic, wouldn't you think?
Staying, she could find out more about the show, but she'd be willing to risk the universe.

Leaving, she would be able to save the universe, but then there was the question; Where would she go?

It wasn't like she could find her family when it was the Teen Wolf universe, the possibility of her family even existing would be off the scale.

Before she knew what was happening, she was next to the door, twisting open the door when another figure pushed open the door, collapsing on her as they fell to the ground. Opening her eyes, her blue eyes sparkled into a pair of familiar hazel ones, her whispering a name she wanted to never say, "Derek."

"Where you leaving or staying?" Derek questioned, staying on her as she looked at him with confusion, everything that was on her mind now blank.

Erased.

"What?" She sounded breathless, like she had just been hit in the gut by a bull, but that was how strong Derek was.

"You were heading out. I wasn't sure if it meant you were leaving, or if you were looking for me." He tried to refresh her memory, only her mouth speaking before she could get a single thought in her head.

"Staying," She whispered, looking into his eyes again as she felt lost, almost like she was falling as she whispered, "I was staying."

She looked as if she was in a trance by the way she was looking and how she was talking.

"Are you sure? You shouldn't have to stay if you don't want to." Beginning to stand up, she grabbed the neck of his shirt, pulling him back down.

"How's this for sure?" She questioned as she kept him on her, bringing his face closer to her as her lips found his, beginning to kiss as she let go of his shirt, her hands going down his chest, then finding his back, only to go back to his chest once more.

His hands began to go along her stomach, dragging upwards as he flipped them around, her on top of him as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as they finished their kiss.

Locking eyes, they went back for the kiss, her stopping as he pulled off her black leather jacket, tossing it to the side as he hands went up and down her body, her taking off his leather jacket, along with his shirt. Clothes were tossed from one side of the room to the other, them rolling around as the moon showed in the sky, being a full moon.

Them not knowing, two red eyes were watching the house from far away, staring.