You Can't Beat Me. ~A Vampire Dairies And Teen Wolf Crossover Lovestory~

20. Derek's arm

It's been a few days since I told Scott and Stiles. They're mad, even thought they say differently, so I'm giving them their space so they can figure out what to do. If they want me to leave, which I hope they won't, I'll leave, but again there's this nagging feeling there is gonna happen something tonight. Right then I heard wolf howling coming from downtown. Nagging feeling is now a real hit in the face. Something happened. I went to bed.
"Let's hope it's not too bad." I said to myself and sighted. I knew it was gonna be bad.

 The next morning I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock. I crawled out of bed and went for the shower. I took my outfit and chose to take my lucky charm as well. I did my hair and make-up, my eyes matching color with my charm. I wasn't hungry so I just drank a coffee and went to school. I dumped all my books I didn't need in my locker and went to class. I heard Stiles and Scott talk about Derek and the alpha. Guess they found out Derek wasn't the one who bit him. Scott kept repeating 'I don't know.' When Stile kept asking questions
"I don't know!" Everyone looked at Scott and Stiles. Guess Stiles was asking too much questions. Stiles' eyes met mine and I shot him an apologetic smile and he gave a weak one back.
After class, when I was walking through the hallway, I smelled something, something bad and it reminded me of Derek. I shrugged it off. Derek won't come to school, too risky. I started smelling blood. I tracked it and ended at Jacksons locker. I looked down and saw a drop of blood. I looked around me and no one was there. I squatted and smelled at the blood. Derek's blood. Shit. I need to find him. I listened, but I couldn't track him guess he was quiet, but yeah OK, who would he talk to? I walked outside and saw Stiles at his car. Sorry, no more time to think about this. Derek needs help. I ran to him
"Stiles, sorry. I was gonna let you think on the whole thing, but I think we have a problem." He looked shocked at me.
"Uh-sure. What's the-uh- problem?" I could hear his heartbeat rising. He's scared, can't blame him.
"Derek's here. And I think he needs help."
"What? Why?"
"I don't know. I smelled blood. His blood."
"Right. Smelling blood." I sighted he was thinking about me being a vampire.
"Sorry. OK, where is he?"
"I don't know. I don't even know if he's still here."
"OK. Get in. We'll go to his place." I got in his jeep and he drove. We were still in the parking lot when Derek ran in front of the car. Stiles hit the breaks just in time. Everyone behind us was honking and Derek just fell on the ground. Scott came running to him.
"What are you doing here?" He said to Derek. Stiles and I both got out the car.
"I was shot." The closer I got to Derek the more the scent of death I smelled, it's him. Shit.
"Why aren't you healing?"
"I can't it was another kind of bullet."
"Wait, wait, that's what she meant with you have 48 hours."
"What? Who said 48 hours?" Derek asked and the three of us were looking at Scott like he was crazy. I was about to start asking questions, but I stopped myself. Stiles and Scott still need to get used to the new me.
"The one who shot you?" Derek's eyes were changing in their blue form
"What are you doing? Stop that."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't"
"Derek. Get up." Everyone was honking and there were people getting out of their cars
"Help me putting him in the car." Stiles went, but I beated him, sorry Stiles, I'm just a bit stronger than you. Scott and I sat him in the passenger seat. Stiles sat behind the wheel and I in the back.
"I need you to find out what kinda bullet they used."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"She's an Argent. She's with them."
"Why would I help you?"
"Because you need me."
"Fine. I'll try." He turned to Stiles
"Get him outta here."
"I hate you for this. So much." Stiles drove of and Scott was still standing in the parking lot and I saw Allison go talk to him.

Stiles drove and called Scott, but when he didn't pick up he sent a text. Derek took off his jacket and wasn't looking good, at all.
"Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats. We're almost there."
"Almost where?"
"Your house."
"What?" Derek and I said at the same time. Right, I need to be quiet.
"You can't take me there."
"I can't take you to your own house?"
"Not when I can't protect myself." Stiles pulled over and stopped the car and turned to Derek
"What happens when Scott doesn't find your magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?"
"Not yet. I've a last resort."
"What do you mean? What last resort?" Derek pulled his sleeve up, showing his wound. It looked bad. And it's cover in ... Blood. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. I never got used to the smell of human blood. Stiles looked at me and knew I had trouble.
"You should probably just get out, Derek."
"Start the car. Now."
"I don't think you should be barking orders, the way you look, OK. In fact I think, if I wanted to, I can probably drag your werewolf ass out to the middle of the road and leave you for dead."
"Start the car. Or I'm gonna rip your throat out... With my teeth and let her drive." He said referring to me. Stiles didn't know what to say and I heard his heartbeat rise. He started the car again and started driving again.
"Why does she look like that?" Derek asked Stiles and Stiles looked at me in the mirror
"I can't stand the way your arm looks. It's- uh- disgusting." I answered and he looked at me and pulled his sleeve back down. It helped, but I could still smell it
"Better?"
"Yeah, thanks." Stiles kept driving, just driving until it got dark. He stopped the car and texted Scott a few times. We were standing on the side of the road when Scott called him
"What am I supposed to do with him?"
'Take him somewhere. Anywhere.' I was trying to keep my attention, but the smell of dead and blood just kept surrounding me. I closed my eyes, trying to get my mind clear, when the car started moving again. Stiles drove to the animal clinic and he took the spare key behind a dumpster. Derek fell down on sacs of animal food
"Does Nortic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you."
"It's a rare form of wolvesbane." Derek gave me a weird look, trying to figure out how I could know that
"I read it somewhere." He seemed satisfied with the answer and turned back to Stiles.
"He need to bring le the bullet."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm gonna die without it." Stiles looked shocked and he immediately texted Scott. We walked through the clinic and Derek started taking of his shirt and laid his arm on one of the table's. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes again, trying to get it of my mind. Stiles and Derek were talking, but I wasn't paying attention I was trying to get the smell of blood and dead away.
"What if you bleed to dead?" I looked up and saw Derek binding his arm and when I looked at the table I saw a saw.
"It'll heal if it works."
"I don't know if I can do this."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. Maybe the cutting to the flesh and the bone and don't even start on all the blood."
"What? You faint at the sight of blood?"
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped of arm!"
"OK, what about this? Either you cut of my arm or I'm gonna cut of your head."
"You know what? I'm so not buying your threats anymore." Derek grabbed Stiles on his collar and pulled him on the table
"OK, bought, sold sold."
"Or she has to do it, I don't care who does it."
"Cass, can't you do it?" Stiles looked at me.
"Stiles. No I can't."
"Why not?"
"The blood."
" Oh, right, right. Totally forgot about that. Maybe you shouldn't even be here."
"I know. If you start cutting I'm outta here." He nodded and Derek was looking weird at us, but didn't say anything. He threw up black liquid
"Oh, God. What is that?"
"That's my body trying to heal itself."
"It's not doing a good job."
"Now. You've gotta do it now." Derek ordered and I started walking outside when I saw Scott running towards us.
"Stiles! Stiles! Stop! Scott's here!" I head sights of relief and I ran back inside. Scott gave Derek the bullet and Derek was looking at it weirdly. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open and then he blacked out, dropping the bullet. Scott went after the bullet and Stiles and I went for Derek.
"Derek? Come on, wake up." Stiles was slapping his face
"That isn't working. Let me." I pushed Stiles to the side and squatted next to Derek
"Please, don't hate me for this." I said to Derek and I hit him in the face, hard, but not too hard and he woke up. We helped him, but I touched his arm trying to get him up and now it had blood on it. I started hyperventilating and went to the sink and washed my hands as best as I could. I heard screaming from behind me, but I didn't turn around. I heard someone fell and the screaming stopped. I took a smell and the smell of blood mixed with dead was gone. I turned around and saw Derek laying on the floor, his arm completely healed.
"That. Was... Awesome!" Everyone looked at Stiles like he was mental. I rolled my eyes and suddenly I felt horrible. My eyes were getting heavy and my sight went blurry.
"Guys? I'm- not - feeling so well." I said, not louder than a whisper. And right before I blacked out I heard all three of them running towards me. Shit. Still hadn't fed yet.