Teen Wolf Chronicles

Derek: Hidden Bond

I was grateful motels didn't ask much when giving rooms out. Having everything set up in the dirty, hallow room was easier than confusing the cops of Beacon Hills. I tied Bree up in two short minutes.

I stared at Bree's blond hair covering her face as she sat, tied, in the chair. I was waiting for her to wake up because when she did the fun would begin. I couldn't wait to see her face when she woke up to this. I had all sort of Argent's knives ready.

She slowly lifted her head, waking up. I saw one of her beautiful blue eyes.

I grinned, let out a small breath of air. "You're awake."

"Derek," Bree groaned. She gasped as she noticed she was bound. "Derek... Did you do this?" 

I grinned. "Who else would?" I looked down at the knife I was playing with in my hands. "You see, I got to thinking, what if the reason Seth is looking for is that you're hiding something, something valuable?" I stood up and began circling Bree. "And then I remembered: you've been a part of my pack for a whole year now. And I still hardly know you. And that's where it's all wrong." I lightly traced Bree's cheek with the blade in my hand. "You also hardly know me."

Bree closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, probably trying to hide her fear. "And I already said I'm okay with that."

I quickly moved to get in front of her. I lightly held the blade on her throat. "Are you really? Because now, I have to get that little hidden secret out of you. And since you heal, it'll be like this." I cut the back of my hand and it began to heal. "So we can do this all night." I lightly traced the blade down her arm. "All... Night."

Bree took a deep breath through her nose and looked at me. "Derek, I don't really know you--"

"That's right you don't, and that's something I don't really understand about girls. They're always falling for the guys that don't talk much, take authority, and are complete dicks." I let out a small laugh. "Why? Was Seth like that?"

"Derek."

"WHAT!?"

Bree stared at me, not a sense of fear in her mind. "This isn't you."

"How would you know?" I laughed. "YOU hardly know me."

Bree spoke low at first, but she as she spoke, she began speaking louder and louder. "I know you actually. You're a strong man who doesn't tell me anything about him, not because he can't share. He doesn't like to talk because talking isn't your style. You only talk to have things move in motion. You walk the walk better than anyone I've know." Bree let out a small laugh. "You have the back bone of twenty guys because of something you must have gone through."

I paused, beginning to glare. "And how would you know?"

"Because of how sincere your smile was a week ago. That was the first time you smiled at me like that in two months."

I stood up, raising the knife. But I froze, feeling my body relax from some sort of invisible strain that was on my body. I fell to the ground and Bree rushed to me.

"Derek!" Bree picked me up into her arms. "Derek."

My eyes and body felt heavy, and her voice was fading. "I'm... fine..."

"No, you're not. I'm taking you to Peter." She placed my arm over her shoulder and started walking out. She seemed very confused that it was almost midnight, but she kept walking toward an alley anyway.

"Bree... thank you..."

She took a few slower steps into the parking lot, looking at me with hesitant eyes. She smiled and kissed my cheek. "No problem."