Forbidden Truth

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I woke up to something tickling my neck. I slowly opened my eyes. Derek's arms were wrapped around me so tightly I could hardly move. I moved a little to try to get whatever off my neck; but I couldn't move enough to make it stop. I listened for a second. Derek is sound asleep and that tickling on my neck is his breathing.

I squeeze Derek's arm that was draped over my side lightly. "Mmm." Derek moans as he wakes up. "Good morning." I whisper, smiling. Derek smiles and kisses my neck. I close my eyes and arch my neck so he can get to it better. I feel his finger tips brush across my bare skin on my upper back to move my hair. He trails kisses over my back and shoulder.

"Alright you two keep it PG." I hear a voice at the end of the bed. My body goes rigid until it occurs to me who it is. "Peter!" Derek yells at him as he sits up. I pull the sheet up to my chest and sit up. "What? You said you would sew my finger back on tomorrow and guess what? It's tomorrow." Peter was sitting in a chair at the table.

I glared at him. "How about I cut your head off instead?" I smirked at him. He looked at me as if my words didn't effect him. "Why do you hate me so much?" He asked me. I glared at him as my smirk faded away. "Don't I have enough reason?"

He looked back at Derek. "Can you start sewing now?" Peter nagged. I took the top cover and yanked it off the bed. I wrapped it around myself and got out of bed. I walked over to my suitcase beside the couch. I leaned down and zipped it up. Derek walked past me with the sheet wrapped around his waist. I swallowed a laugh.

"Why are you two always naked when I decide to show up in the morning?" Peter asked as I began to roll my suitcase toward the bathroom. I turned around to face Peter right before I walked through the doorway. "If you dropped dead you wouldn't have to worry about that anymore." I remarked. I turned around and headed to the bathroom. There is nothing that man can do that will make me like him. I dropped my suitcase in the bathroom and dug for clothes.

I changed into a grey t-shirt and a pair of worn out jeans. I brushed my teeth quickly and pulled my hair up into a bun.

I headed out of the bathroom and back into the loft. That's when I realized that there was a large trunk in the middle of the floor. How had I missed that before. Peter and Derek sat around it. Derek was sewing back Peter's finger as he acted like a child.

"Ow! Don't you have any anesthetic?" Peter wined as Derek sewed his finger back on. I rolled my eyes. Suck it up, baby. I stood beside Derek as I watched him. "Yep." Derek said looking up at Peter. Peter's face dropped and I smirked.

"Well, are you at least going to tell me what I risked life and digit for?" Peter asked. Truthfully, I was very curious about the whole South America adventure since they had only been back in Beacon Hills a day or so before they got kidnapped again. As Peter, Derek and Cora went to South America I went home to deal with a few things. However I was more curious about the kidnapping right now.

Peter inhaled sharply as Derek tied the threat in a knot. Peter picked up his hand and examined it. "I'm going to show you." Derek said. Derek picked up the cylinder shaped box with the triskle on top. He unscrewed the lid and lifted it, then unscrewed it the other way till he could pull the lid off. He then dumped out the contence on top of the trunk. Four claws fell out. Peter picked one up and examined it. Claws?

"Uh, Derek, who's claws are those?" I questioned. Had he ripped some werewolf's claws out? "After the fire, that's all that was left of her." Derek replied. I put my hand on his shoulder. I knew who he meant. "Talia. I can't decided if that's touching or morbid. I guess the real question is what are you planning to do with them?" Peter asked. No, Peter the real question is why haven't I ripped your throat out. "I need to ask her something." Derek said. What? Peter looked down at his hand. "You have got to be kidding me." Peter said dully. What is this? "Why do you think I sewed your finger back on?" Derek asked with a smirk. Must be some kind of special ability that comes with being a werewolf.

Derek picked up a claw and dropped it back into the box. "You know, there's always an element of danger to rituals like this. I'm not particularly fond of them." Peter began. Ability, ritual, same thing. Derek dropped another claw into the box. "Unless they somehow benefit me." I rolled my eyes. "Of course something always has to be in it for you." I commented. Derek smiled and shook his head. "What do you want?" Derek asked as he dropped another claw in and reached for the last. "I want to keep them." Derek looked up confused. Keep them? For what screwed up reason? "Sentemental value." Derek and I raised our eyebrows at the same time.

"She was your mother, but she was also my sister. What? Am I not allowed a little bit of sentiment?" Derek smiled and dropped the last on in. He picked up the box and placed it closer to Peter. Peter smiled.

Derek stood up as Peter prepared to put his hand into the box. Derek walked a ways away and turned around. I stood beside him, by the table near the couch. Peter looked at Derek then back at the box. Peter slowly reached into the box. Derek shook his head and then walked toward Peter. "Too long." He said. "No! No, wait!" Peter protested but Derek shoved his hand down farther into the box. Peter's eyes glowed blue. I flinched.

Derek walled over to the desk and pulled up a chair and sat down in it. He rested his arms on the back of the chair. Peter's hand was bloody from having the claws forced into his fingers. I walked over to the chair and stood in front of Derek.

"That's not exactly my color." Peter commented. I rolled my eyes. Derek took a deep breath. "This is going to be excruciatingly painful." Peter said as he slowly walked toward Derek's back. I took Derek's hand in mine. "Just do it." Derek said as he looked into my eyes. "Oh, I'm going to. I just wanted you to know we all have our petty revenges." Peter said. He forced the claws into the back of Derek's neck. Derek squeezed my hand and squinted his eyed shut. I could feel his pain.

I forced myself to ignore his pain. To push it out of my head; but I couldn't. This went on for several minutes. Several minutes of his pain becoming mine. I wanted to stop it but I knew what Derek wanted. I couldn't take that from him. So, I waited.

Peter's eyes rolled back and he yanked the claws out of Derek's neck. Derek's eyes opened and he breathed deeply. He was still squeezing my hand. I put my free hand on his shoulder.

"Did you see her? What did you ask her? Did she say anything about me?" Peter rattled off question after question. Derek snapped his head toward Peter. "Well, that doesn't look good." Peter said. Derek turned back to face me. I looked into his eyes and knew exactly what he meant.

"Take the claws and go." I told Peter. He just looked me over as if my words meant nothing to him. I growled. "Go!" I yelled as my teeth came out and my eyes glowed. Peter took the claws and just about ran out the door.