Amber Winter, a unknown supernatural creature, is running from the hunters that massacred her pack. When she stumbles into Beacon Hills, the twenty year old meets the Alpha and his not so friendly pack.
TEEN WOLF (S2)
OC x DEREK HALE
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The Kanima was not Lydia, in fact, was Jackson. Turns out Derek's test is not accurate at all.
We were both running after it since we were the ones that run to a velocity even closer to the one the Kamina was running.
Couple things, you know?
Soon enough we lose its track, stopping under a viaduct and looking around.
"Where the fuck is it?" I ask him as we keep looking.
"I don't know." He says before we both hear a hiss behind us.
We both turn around as the supernatural creature looks at us, ready to kill us. Both me and Derek run towards it, we both cut his sides. Before we notice, it pushes us away. The fight keeps going but it's interrupted by the light's blowing and gunshots going into the Kanima.
I stand there, trying to understand what's happening but before I notice, Derek pushes me away, hiding us.
I start to smell the same person I did when my pack was massacred. Chris Argent.
My fans and claws show themselves again as I start to walk towards the hunter but Derek grabs me.
"Let go of me." I tell him but he doesn't.
"Your gonna get yourself killed, Amber!" He half yells, half screams to me.
"I'm fine with that as long as they go first." I look at him. "They killed my pack." I remind him.
"It's not worth it. I'm not letting you do that." Derek states, his grip becoming tighter and I stare at Chris, too far away for him to see me back. "Amber look at me." Derek asks but I don't look away from the other man, as my breathing gets faster and my hunger gets worst.
"Look at me." he tells me again and I do as he says.
"They killed them, Derek. If you were where I am now, wouldn't you rip them to pieces?" I ask him and he swallows hard, looking away for a moment. "I can take him."
"He has a gun."
"I'm pretty sure these..." I motion to my fangs and claws. "...can do way more damage." I try to get away again, but this time, he pushes me to him even harder than before.
Derek pushes me to his chest as he wraps his arms around me, forcing me to stay. My breathing becomes more regular as I focus on his heartbeat. When he lets me go, I notice that no one's there anymore, not even the supposedly dead Kanima.
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It has been a few days since the Kanima survived six shots in the chest. Isaac and Erica would be trying to be friends with either Scott and Stiles. Finally, after God knows how long, Derek finally realizes that he can't do this without Scott's help.
Apparently, there was this vet that knew a lot about the supernatural and that was where I was headed now.
I get into the clinic and I'm met by a man in a doctor's gown.
"How can I help you?" He asks me noticing I don't have an animal with me.
"Dr. Deaton?" I ask and he nods. "Uhm... Scott talked about you..."
"Oh," He realizes, "I suppose you're Amber."
"Yeah," I nod and he takes me to the vet office.
"What are you?" He asks me as he closes the door.
"That's why I came here. Ever heard of Luise Winter?" I ask the vet and he nods at me. "I'm a werewolf but I also drink blood. What the hell am I?"
"What are your... abilities?"
"Uhm... I drink blood. I have claws. I have reddish eyes. I have fangs. I can control people's minds... what else do you need to know?"
The vet looks away and then after a few seconds, he looks back at me.
"When did you first drank blood?" He asks me and I frown just now realizing that I'm on a vet and that this is very embarrassing.
"I was eighteen," I reply.
"What happened when you were eighteen?"
"Nothing, what do you mean?"
"How did you die, that's what I mean." He spits and I turn at him confused.
"I'm not dead." I chuckle but he doesn't seem like he's joking.
"Sorry to tell you, but you are." He says steadily and I look away from him, trying to be serious.
"I'm sorry to tell you, but I'm not." I insist and he takes a deep breath.
"You're a hybrid." He states and I frown. "That means that you're a werewolf and a vampire."
"I'm sorry..." I laugh. "I've watched twilight, okay? I'm not a vampire."
"Vampires are not like they are in the movies, Amber." He corrects and I take a deep breath.
"Look, thanks for your help, but you're wrong." I walk towards the door but it opens in my face.
Derek, Isaac, and Scott get in and I walk past them. Derek looks at me and starts to walk to me but I push him away as I walk faster and as far away from everyone as I could.
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I was in Derek's loft and what the vet had told me was in a loop in my head. I had got more books than I could count from the library about supernatural creatures and everything I found, only wanted me to die more. No pun intended.
The door opens as I'm flipping through the pages of a book that went by the name of "Supernatural and the Occult".
"Did you even sleep?" Derek asks and I don't look up from the gigantic book I could barely hold in my hands. "We should go see that vet again."
"You're taking me to the vet, are you joking me?" I look at him, the lack of sleep and blood in my system taking the best of me.
"Stop it." He looks at me and I take a deep breath, sticking a piece of paper between the pages of the book and closing it, putting it on the couch as I get up and walk to him. "How are you so sure you're not what he says you are?"
"Because that would mean I'm dead and I'm not!" I snap at him. "You should know better than anyone that I'm not dead! What happened there..." I point at the bed. "...was not dead!"
"I can't hear your heartbeat, Amber. No one can!" He looks into my eyes.
"That means you're deaf and not that I'm dead!" I snap at him.
"What happened when you were eighteen? Let's say you really did die at eighteen. How could it be?" Derek asks me as I take a deep breath not knowing.
"I don't know, Derek!"
"Try to remember it!" He insists and I walk to the window, trying to remember who I could have died.
"The hunters found us, but I escaped. Pamela saved me." I look at him, talking about the old Alpha. "I was shot with an arrow but she took me to a healer and they helped me." I explain as I hear his steps getting closer. "I lived, Derek."
"I don't think you did." He wraps his arm around my waist, drawing sweet nothing in my stomach as I keep looking at the distance. "I can't hear anything coming from you. When I try to hear for your heartbeat, or even if I try to hear the blood in your veins, I can't."
"I'm dead." I mutter more to myself than to Derek. "I'm fucking dead." He places a soft kiss on my neck as I rest my head against his chest.
