The Tigress | Teen Wolf | Derek Hale

Chapter Seven- Jealousy

Tala jolted awake at the sound of a crash down in the main room of the loft.

She extended her claws, crawling out of her bed and creeping out into the hallway.

She could hear someone downstairs, crashing around as if they weren't trying to hide they were there.

Tala rolled her eyes at the trespasser. How unprofessional.

She continued down towards the main room of the loft, nearing the staircase.

There was a loud crash, causing Tala to jump.

Then: she could make out voices.

"Oh my god," the first was feminine. It was filled with shock and worry.

"How bad?" Tala's stomach dropped. It was Derek... or someone who sounded like Derek. Maybe someone was playing mind games with her.

Tala scowled, beginning to climb down the stairs. She was silent, completely unnoticeable in the dark as she descended.

"To be honest," the feminine voice spoke again. "The 'oh my god' would be more for your unbelievable physique if it weren't for the fact that you're bleeding black blood." Tala rolled her eyes. Something about that voice made her want to vomit. It almost reminded her of high school. There was a grunt from the man. And just as Tala stepped down enough to see the figures, she heard all she needed to hear. "Derek?"

Her heart stopped. It really was Derek. She could see him now. With his dark hair and beautiful eyes. It was really him. He was alive.

But he wasn't alone, of course. Before her was a woman, an adult woman, with beautiful brown curls and delicate skin. Tala's face dropped. He was shirtless, completely covered in cuts and bruises, but instead of her fixing up his wounds, it was some random lady who spoke like an English teacher.

"Oh god, you're not dying, are you?" the lady asked him, sounding on the verge of tears. Derek's eyes were shut, he was unresponsive. "Derek, please don't die. Derek!" She placed her head on his chest.

Tala was about to go down there and fix this whole mess herself, but then the woman sighed in relief, hearing that Derek still had a heart beat.

"This is not how I imagined our first date," she said.

Tala's face screwed up in anger, and she started back up the stairs.

She returned to her room, trying to ignore the two downstairs, but to no avail. She could hear every movement and every breath one of them made. Goddamn loft.

Eventually, Tala had a pillow yanked over her ears. But it didn't do much. She could still hear the moment Derek woke up, the moment they kissed. She could hear everything that happened afterward. She heard the sex. She. Heard. Everything.

The next morning when she pulled herself out of bed, she remembered the night before.

Tala slowly pulled on her clothes for the day, dreading the walk down those stairs and seeing that woman.

But there was still that part of her that was begging to see Derek again. For god's sake, she thought he had died.

And so she began down the stairs, putting on the facade that she didn't give a shit.

And there he was, sitting on his bed, looking at the rising sun through the window. And Tala sighed–the woman was gone.

"Derek," she said, entering the room.

"Tala," he responded, standing to face her.

She chuckled. "I thought I heard someone come in last night."