Rebel ♛ Derek Hale [1] #wattys2016

09. the bite discovery

Rebecca woke up with a throbbing headache in an unfamiliar bedroom. This is it, she thought to herself, this is where I'm gonna die. Slowly, she forced herself to sit up and take in her surroundings, last nights events were a blur and she was suddenly questioning if she had been drugged. She hadn't been drinking, so why was she feeling so hungover?

"And sleeping beauty has awoken." Isaac teased, entering the bedroom with the usual cocky smirk plastered on his face.

"What the hell happened last night? I feel like I tried to out-drink an alcoholic." Rebecca groaned, rubbing her forehead hoping it would help subside the pain.

"Not quite, you've been out for a week."

"A week! What about my mum? Scott? School?" Rebecca exclaimed, her tone frantic and hands waving about.

"Relax, Scott knows and has been covering for you. You've missed out on a lot though, first things first I'm a free man again-"

"Isaac, that's great! I'm so happy for you, congratulations!" Rebecca interrupted, genuinely smiling with Isaac grinning back at her.

"Thanks, Becca. It's nice to be able to go out in public and not worry that I'll be arrested."

"I bet it would be, what else have I missed?"

"Right, the lizard thing? It's called a Kanima and it's Jackson Whittemore. He got a restraining order against Stiles and your brother after they kidnapped him and locked him up in a police van. Allison figured out that the Kanima seeks a master, meaning Jackson is being controlled by someone. Erica had a seizure and that's about all. Oh, and I'm taking you to a rave on Friday night." Isaac rushed, numbering everything off with his fingers as Rebecca nodded, taking everything in.

"That's a lot to miss out on, anything else I should know?"

"Derek has been worried sick about you." Isaac winked, his smirk reappearing as he sat down next to Rebecca on the bed. The creaking of the bed under Isaac's sudden weight reminding Rebecca that she didn't even know where she was.

"Where are we anyway?" She questioned, ignoring Isaac's comment about Derek and pretending that her heart didn't skip a few beats at the mere mention of his name.

"Derek's loft, he wanted you to stay so he could make sure you reacted well."

"Reacted well to what?"

"Uh-"

"Spit it out, Lahey."

"The bite."

"He bit me??!"

"You were dying, Becca, we had no choice, even Scott who has been against you getting it from the start agreed to it. I don't care how angry you are about it, if I were in Derek's position I would have done the exact same thing, because I'd rather you hate me than be attending your funeral." Isaac stated, his face deadly serious.

"What am I?" Rebecca whispered, her frightened eyes looking up to meet Isaac's bright blue ones.

"A Pythonissam, in Latin it means witch."

"So I'm a witch?"

"We can't be sure just yet. There hasn't been a Pythonissam in over 100 years. Rebecca, if this is what you are, you're incredibly rare and you need to learn how to use your powers so you can protect yourself. A lot of people are going to come after you; some to kill you and others to get you to join their pack or ask for favours."

"This is a nightmare, Isaac. I don't want this!" Rebecca said, shaking her head and blinking away the scared tears forming in her eyes.

"Becca, it's going to be okay. You just have to get used to it, we're all going to help." Isaac soothed, pulling her into his arms.