Be mine? Derek Hale

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season 1 episode 3

Once again I wake up early. It was only 4:45am. I don't know why I'm awake so early when usually I'd be going to sleep at this hour. I shrug it off as nerves and find myself in the woods for a walk. Again, I find myself at Derek's burnt house, leaning against a tree. No matter where I turn, I always end up at the exact same tree, the exact same place. I sit down and lean my head against my knees. Ever since I came home from Derek's last night, I've been feeling sick. My head hurts and I feel nauseous. I think, maybe it's just nervousness and fear. Fear of hurting someone. Last night, I had tried some of Derek's advice on control. He'd said to me,

'Try focusing on only one part of your body, like your hands. Try bringing out only your claws or only your fangs or only glow your eyes. It teaches your body control. Remember, you're in charge of yourself and your body should know that.'

I kept trying for hours and for a while it worked. I had gotten my eyes to glow, everything else was normal. They were a shimmering golden. At that moment all I had wanted to do was call Derek and vent about it. But I didn't have his number, plus that would be weird. Right?

"What're you doing here?" I heard someone say and I immediately knew it was Derek. I looked up and saw his green eyes squinting at me. It was still dark, only 5:07am.

"I don't know" I replied honestly. I had no idea how I got here. My feet had just led me. I heard him hum and take a seat beside me.

"Did you try what I told you?"

"I did"

"And?"

"It took me some time but it worked. I got my eyes to glow. They were golden. It was so fuckin cool" 

"You actually managed to do it?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"Like I told you yesterday, newly bitten werewolves have no control over their senses. You however, do seem to have control"

"I see, so I'm special" I say, with a sloppy grin on my face and he just smiles and shakes his head. Woah. Derek Hale just smiled. I did the impossible and now Stiles owes me 50 bucks. I was gonna say something else when a wave of nausea took over me.

"You good? You look pale all of a sudden"

I can't respond. If I open my mouth, I'll puke. So instead I hurriedly stand up, run towards a big bush and puke out there. For some reason it's black. Why is my vomit black? When I turn around, I'm way ahead of where I was. Superspeed. Another cool gift. Anyway I walk back to a composed Derek who looks like a statue.

"Sorry, I've been feeling really sick since yesterday"

"Werewolves don't get sick"

"Well I am. And my puke was black and thick" I say and realize he probably doesn't wanna hear about the consistency and color of my puke.

"It was black? Something's wrong with you"

"Gee thanks"

"No like seriously, when a werewolf pukes black stuff, it's not a good sign" I sigh. I hate puking, it makes my throat itch.

"Can you walk me home?"

"You drove here yesterday, shouldn't you know the way?"

"I can't remember and I think I'm gonna pass out" Okay something was seriously wrong with me. I can't remember my way home, again, but I literally drove here less than 24 hours ago. My head feels heavy and I slowly close my eyes,

"Keep your eyes open, I'm getting you home"

"I'm really tired"

"Eyes. Open." I look at Derek and he's holding me up and walking me home. It feels like forever but he's going really fast. I stare at his eyes. I liked that shade of green. Withing minutes I'm back home, in my room. Derek gives me some water and I have my sleeping pill along with it.