Sterek : Unchained

Chapter 12: Breathe

Stiles

I woke up at around 5am to Derek asleep so peaceful. How he laid on his stomach and his head to the side, and how he breathed so slow and unbothered. I still couldn't believe that we were together. It's been months now of chaos but we've somehow we have been able to stay together as one.

It's been a few days since the fight. It's been too quiet from everyone. Scott hasn't texted, or called. There hasn't been any alarming news from Gerard, the Argents, or even Deaton.

"Why is it you wake up so loudly when I'm asleep yet when you're asleep I do everything to not wake you?" Derek mumbled while keeping his eyes closed.

"Oh you love it, don't even try to act all tough. Think of me as your personal alarm.. sometimes." I said.

"Well? Has Scott talked to you yet or are you just staring at your phone looking sad for fun at this hour?" He said while flipping over to his side.

I looked at him, watched his breath, admired his muscles. This was all too good.

I stood up from the bed and walked to the window of the bedroom. The view this place had wasn't beautiful, it was grey and ordinary. It seemed as though the world was just that, grey, boring, nothing to see, no drama, but no movement. How strange.

I started to daydream slightly, not paying any attention to outside or Derek. I was able to breathe. Alone, for once, no one dying or trying to kill me. No fear.

When I adjusted my focus back to the outside world, I looked down towards the ground at which this building stood.

A woman was directly at the bottom and looking up at me. It was odd. I couldn't tell who it was. Once I noticed her she very slowly walked away after keeping eye contact for a moment too long for comfort.

"Let's go talk to Scott. See if him and argent have come up with anything new." Derek said after getting up from the bed and slowly walking up behind me.

"Do many people know that you live here? You know, aside from the pack and people who want to kill you?" I asked.

"No, I don't think so, why?" He asked with his brows narrowed at me.

"There was a woman looking straight at me down there. It was weird. I don't know. Maybe that was just a coincidence." I said brushing it off and walking towards the stairs.

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Derek was sitting on the ground between my legs as I was on the couch. He had a book in hand and I was playing on my phone, trying to keep this peaceful life until the first knock of drama hit the door.

I could visibly see Derek's muscles tense up but he didn't move.

"Derek. Get it, what are you doing." I shoved him a little.

"It's Talia." He whispered. I suddenly regret shoving him.

Derek stood up and grabbed the handle. As he stood there is breathing became heavy and deep. His ears were no longer normal, his voice was deep.

"What do you want." He said forcefully.

"Derek, open the door, I need your help!" She said.

He looked over to me confused and shifted back to normal. I shrugged my shoulders and stood up to be behind him.

Derek slowly slid the door. Upon seeing Talia, Derek shifted his eyes and his teeth were ready for her throat.

"No no no, wait, hold on! Its me, Derek baby, it's me! I don't know what's happening but it's really me." She said with her hands surrendered.