My room suddenly became a considerable amount warmer. He detached his swollen pink lips from my mouth and began his sensual attack on my neck. I couldn't help but whimper out his name. Oh that name! It rolled of my tongue like butter. Like the best thing my lips could ever utter. "Derek." The duvet on my bed became scattered, but we honestly could not care less. He graced my lips with his presence again and it was a very welcomed gesture. I started to scoot back, so that I could sit up against my headboard and he followed without releasing my now very plump lips. Derek's rough, calloused hand crept under my long sleeve shirt, the warmth registering on my abdomen. Was I ready for this? Right now, I couldn't think about right or wrong, all I could register was that this felt good.

I don't know what possessed me but I opened my eyes and they magnetized to my door behind Derek's head. Worst mistake ever made. There stood my family, every single relative you could name. All Argents. Every single Argent that I have every stayed with, everyone I had the displeasure of meeting, and there as the ring leader, standing proud in front each one, Kate Argent. I tried to keep Derek from looking in their direction, remembering his words, "Somebody with the last name Argent ruined my life."

I tried with all my might to keep him attached to me, even though logically I should be trying to get him off of me considering my grandfather was there watching this. Luck was not in my favor in this situation, Derek sensed my rushed behavior and he turned around. Just like that, passionate, hot Derek was replaced with the Derek I left at the gas station the night we met. His back became rigid, he began to shake, and I definitely heard a growl this time. That feral sound signaled the Argents by my door, all to smirk. Even the children, held that sinister look in their eye; it sent chills down my back, as I expected the absolute worst to happen.

Derek would not turn back to me; I already knew what his face held. Hatred. With this thought, he roared a massive sound that shook my room and lounged for the closest Argent in front of him. It just so happened to be my mother.

oOo

I woke with a start from my very vivid dream. I brought my hands to my hair, pulling my fingers through its tangles. I was shocked, to say the least, I just met this guy and already I was have dreams about him that left me hot and sweaty. Derek Hale must have affected me pretty severely. His words of my family stuck with me, they entered my subconscious and made a nest there. The dream should have scared me away from the mysterious man, but I'm an Argent and we don't run away.

I glanced at my glowing alarm clock on my night stand. It showed that I still had two hours until I was even supposed to wake up. I knew that after the wonderful nightmare, I could not go back to sleep. So I swung my long tan legs over the edge of my bed and stood up, stretching my limbs, who hadn't had use in six hours. I walked to my closet to decide my outfit for the day. I spotted the shirt that I was wearing in my dream; I shivered. I darted my eyes away from it and landed on a gray off the shoulder sweater with the yin-yang symbol. I then paired it with leather jeans and my worn leather jacket. I showered quickly and dressed. This house suddenly became too quiet, too suffocating and I had to get out. I had to be left to my thoughts and fresh air. I still had an hour before my usual time for waking up. I made sure to retrieve my pepper spray and Taser and stuff it in my bag with my school work, keys, and cellphone. I quietly crept out of my house and hurried to my car. The engine roared; it was my favorite sound. I backed away from the house's driveway and drove in a random direction. The direction I chose, lead me to a road right by the woods. I could only handle so much of sitting in the car before that became difficult to do. I pulled of the road, parked on the shoulder of the road, and jumped out of the car.

As soon as I hit the pavement, I began to think. I began to think about Derek, the man who has been on my mind constantly. I know for a fact that I harbor no romantic feelings for him at all. I just met him and he hates me; not really the basis for a healthy relationship.

Then I thought of my mother. I have not talked to her in weeks and she has made no effort to contact me. Mother of the year material. I started walking on a path I saw peeking out from the woods. I held my purse close to my body as I continued to walk. I don't know what possessed me to go down a path in the woods, as the sun was rising, but I didn't pause. After five minutes of mindlessly walking the beaten ground, I came to a house. There I stood in front of the charred wooded house standing in the middle of nowhere. "What the hell?" I thought to myself. I was debating going into the house, Sure Fiona, why not do more dangerous things, when something sped past me, who was here? I looked the other direction, I wasn't about to be the person in a horror movie who got caught, when a tap on my shoulder startled me. I gasped, and turned around my eyes widened in fear. "You know you're trespassing, right?"

There stood the man of my dreams, literally. He was clad in a simple gray V-neck and dark-washed jeans. His usual leather jacket was laid over his arms which were crossed, causing the hard muscles to strain. His green eyes pierced through my very being as he glared at me. So this is his house?

I straightened myself out to appear taller. "You call it trespassing, I call it exploring," I answered nonchalantly with a slight shrug. He raised his eyebrow at me, as if he couldn't believe I would answer like that. He was about to answer, before I interrupted him. "Do you live here?" I said, gesturing back to the fire- damaged home. It was huge; you could tell it used to be quite a looker.

Derek's jaw tightened, he took a deep breathe, and then answered. "Yeah, I live here."

I decided to move on from the difficult topic, but I'm a major moron and moved onto a worse topic. I cleared my throat, raking my hands through my hair. "Are you going to tell me who they were?" It was a very vague question, but we both knew what it was leading to. Derek turned away from me, walking a few steps; he seemed torn between telling me. Was he in trouble?

He spun around to face me; his face was calm and collected. "You have to get to school." I realized he was right. I tumbled through my purse, retrieving my phone to check the time. When I glanced back up, Derek Hale was gone.

.o.O.o.

I pulled into the front parking lot, noticing the few students wandering around. After Derek disappeared, I made a hasty retreat out of the woods and to my beloved car. I was confused to say the least; I know absolutely nothing of the man. I shook off the thought of Derek and made my way into the school, after parking.

A/N so guys this is only half of the chapter, I'm trying my hardest to get the next half out. As you can probably tell, I've never ever written a make out seen, hope it was a little okay. The votes are in; this will be a Fiona/Derek story, unless I get a little cheeky and throw some deliciousness of Isaac in there. Love you, lovelies! And sorry for the super long wait. I was failing a class and I needed to bring that up. No editing done!