TEEN WOLF IMAGINES

Derek Hale: A touch of love and a touch of revenge

Y/n pov
Derek Hale took everything from me, unknowingly of course. He didn't know I even existed or how much I loved and looked up to my older sister by two years. Yes, he didn't know about Paige's little sister.

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Paige Kristen Krasikeva, may she Rest In Peace.
I stood in the graveyard looking at my sisters tomb stone. I was only 14 when she died while Paige herself was 16. She had told me about Derek and how much she loved him. She also told me a very important detail about him and his family. They were werewolfs. She told me everything about there relationship, every detail and every place they would secretly meet. Including the root cellar. When Paige didn't come home one night I went to look for her. Figuring she was with Derek, I looked in all the possible locations. When I found my way to the root cellar, I walked in on Derek holding my dying sister. He had told me what happened to her. I held her hand and said my goodbyes before he killed her. He doesn't remember this though. When Talia took his memory of the root cellar, she also took all memory of me. Though he fully remembers the incident.

Now look at me, 7 years later. 21 years old. You never know how important a person really is until they are gone. No, I'm not talking about my sister (though this applies to her as well) but i'm talking about my mother. My mother was one of the few deaths in Beacon Hills that didn't have "animal attack" on the death certificate. Dear old mother was a dear old druggy. I loved her, she is my mother after all, but after Paige's death she totally lost it. I only lived with my mother and Paige while growing up. Our father had died years before in a car accident. So yes, Derek Hale was the cause of death for the rest of my family. What really bothered me was coming back to Beacon Hills. I was attending my mothers funeral and plotting something for Derek Hale. Even if he doesn't remember me, he ruined me.

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Today was the day of my mothers funeral. Marianne Lucille Krasikeva. I stared at her name with tears in my eyes. I hadn't been able to say goodbye. I actually hadn't seen my mother for 6 months. I told her until she continued with rehab I was cutting myself off from her. She never did and I never went back. I regret not seeing her before she died but I don't regret my efforts for her to live.

"I am so incredibly sorry" a fake and snobby voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw a class slut from my class in high school. "Amber, how thoughtful for you to show up" I said with equal fakeness. "I just remember all the good memories with her and Patricia!" She fake cried. "Who?" I asked, not knowing who Patricia was. "Uhm, your sister. Patricia." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Amber, my sisters name is Paige." I said. She uncomfortably laughed and walked away. "Sorry, I couldn't help but over hear you say your sister was Paige. I wasn't aware Paige had a sister..." a voice said. I turned around to meet Peter Hale. "I am y/n Krasikeva, yes Paige was my older sister and Marianne was my mother. You are?" I asked, playing dumb. "Ah yes, I am Peter Hale. I was an acquaintance of Paige, so was my brother Derek." He said. "Oh, is your brother coming today?" I asked. Derek of course would need to be here in order for me to have revenge. "I believe so" Peter said. I smiled and said thank you.

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I recognized him immediately. Derek. Just his name sends me rage. I could see Derek and Peter talking and by the look of Derek's face and the way he stared at me, Peter had told him about Paige's little sister. As Peter walked away, I could see the troubled look on Derek's face. So I made my way over to "play nice".

"Hi I'm y/n Krasikeva, you are?" I questioned. Derek looked at me very startled but regained his composure shortly. "Uhm, I'm Derek, Derek Hale." He said. Ah let my act begin. I smiled at him, "did you know my mother?" I asked. "No, but I knew Paige." He said. "Yes, Peter told me." I said. Derek gave me a timid smile. "Well I think you and eye should meet up and share some story's about my sister. Maybe I'll even add a few about my mother too. Then you'll know the whole family." I faked a smile. "Oh... uh sure. Ya that'd be great." He said. I handed him a card that read;

Meet me at the cafe on the corner at noon tomorrow -xoxo y/n Krasikeva.

---the next day---

I walked into the cafe and spotted Derek. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Guilt was taking up my mind. I was having second thoughts about going through with my plan of revenge. But of course, I'm here.

"Hi Derek!" I said with a smile. "Hi y/n, I got you a coffee." He said while handing it to me. I smiled, "thank you, you didn't have to do that." I said. He just nodded his head and motioned for me to sit. And thus began the story's of Paige. The more and more I listen to him the more and more I knew he truly felt awful about what had happened. My facade was falling and I'm afraid I was falling too. Falling for Derek Hale. As much as I hate to admit it. After our Paige talk we had continued to chat about other things and we had gotten to know each other. Turns out he is just as lost as I am. Both our family's are dead. We both wanted revenge on the people who killed them.

So now I had made my decision. The original revenge plan was to make him fall for me and then break him down. So my new plan was to convince myself that the reason I wanted him to fall for me was revenge and not my personal feelings. I'll just have to have a touch of love and a touch of revenge.