Be mine? Derek Hale

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season 1 episode 4

When I wake up, it's 3:27am and I'm currently crouched down on the toilet bowl, hurling my guts out. Black vomit again. Within seconds Derek is behind me, holding my hair up as I puke for what feels like the millionth time (It was only the second time by the way). I groan in disgust, and stand up to wash my face.

"This is like the millionth time in the past two days that I've puked black stuff. While normally I would think that it's cool, I wanna die and that too way more than usual"

"It's the bite, your body seems to be rejecting it."

"But I'm already a werewolf, I've turned before"

"The bite's harming you, which is why you were able to control yourself so well, there wasn't much left to control"

"What does that mean?"

"It looks like you're losing your powers"

"It's not gonna kill me right??" I look up and see Derek smirk at me, soon revealing his fangs and claws. What is he doing? Before I can react, his fangs dig into my stomach and my blood pours everywhere. I scream in pain and he scrunches his nose, the noise too loud for his ears. He retracts his arm and I fall to the ground, a pool of blood surrounding me. Everything is fading away, when I suddenly open my eyes, gasping for breath. 

It was a dream. Should I tell Derek about it? It's probably because I was unwell yesterday so nothing to worry about right? I look at my watch and it's 6:00am, the time I usually wake up. I sit up and rub my eyes, only to see Derek standing at the door.

"Don't worry I'm leaving"

"Should I drop you home?" he asks in a raspy voice and it's then when I notice he's hiding his arm. I furrow my brows in confusion,

"No thanks, I'm feeling a lot better today. Thanks for letting me stay" He grunts in response and I make my way back home. At home I see Stiles and my dad eating breakfast when I walk in.

"Hey where were you last night?" My dad asks and I shrug and say,

"A friends house" Luckily for me, he doesn't question me further. Stiles however, looks at me with suspicion and I decide that I should tell him. If I don't like him keeping secrets from me, he probably doesn't like me doing so either.

"Stiles can we take your car today? I don't feel like driving" I say and he nods, his mouth stuffed with jam toast. I've developed this fear of driving suddenly. I'm scared I'll pass out like I did yesterday.

"So where were you actually? You didn't come home after going to 'buy groceries' last night" Stiles asks me just as we're about to get in his Jeep.

"I'll tell you but you can't freak out okay?" He nods in confusion

"I was at Derek's"

"WHAT!"

"Stiles, shut up. I said don't freak out, for the past two days, I've been waking up really early and somehow I wind up outside his house. Yesterday morning I passed out there and he brought me home"

"That's why you didn't come to school?"

"Yeah, I also puked this really gross black stuff like twice. Derek said it means something's wrong. So I decided to sleep there, just to see if it was something about that place. It was, because today I got up at my usual time, 6:00am."

"Still, I mean it's Derek! He's creepy" I ignore Stiles' remark and continue,

"I also had this really strange dream"

"Strange how?"

"In the dream, I was up and like 3:30am and was puking. Derek came in and killed me" I say casually and Stiles looks like he's thinking,