In The Dark

             

                  Derek's POV
       Her body tenses at my word and she's her head. "Wh-what's that?" She asks. I take her hand and place my thumb on her wrist, feeling her pulse. I can feel that she has terrible anxiety, has all day.
    "Its like a soul mate. Only some werewolves have them. It comes with love and protection. You can feel the others pain and sorrow. Its a blessing, but also a curse," I tell her. Her eyes lock with mine.
    "That would explain the dreams. So mates are stronger together?" I nod, not daring to tear my eyes away from hers. If I do, I'm scared she'll avoid it happening again.
    "That's why you had to kill me in the dreams. Some mates are stronger than others; it depends on how close their bond is. I'm sorry," I say. She squeezes my hand, surprising me.
    "You have nothing to be sorry about-"
    "If you're lucky enough to have a mate, it should be someone better. I know I can protect you at all costs, but it should be someone who isn't going to throw you into danger. Everyone I let in, or gets slightest bit close, gets hurts. If something were to happen to you, I don't know what I would do with myself."
    She kisses my cheek, resting her forehead against my temple. My eyes close as I let myself relax with her. I'm scare of this, scared of love. Ever since what happened with Paige, I've swore to myself to never fall again; but I can feel that changing.
    "We gotta go," I say. She nods, pulling back.
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    "How did you know to come to the party?" She asks me. I lean against my dresser, crossing my arms. She's so short; from this angle I can really take in her actual height, maybe 5'0 or 5'1 at the most.
   "I could feel your heart beating too fast, it was concerning cause I could feel the pain it was causing you. Then when I got there, I smelt your fear when that guy kissed you," I explain to her. She sighs, throwing her hair up in a messy bun. She's so pure and beautiful. Talk about beauty and the beast.
    "He's never been like that. His mom works with my dad so we kind of grew up together, he's always been so nice and caring," she says, staring blankly in front of her. Its taking all my self control not to step up and kiss her.
     "It might of have been the alcohol. It can show a persons deepest desires." She nods, hugging her asks to her body and shivers. "You want a blanket?" She shakes her head.
   "Thank you though," she says. I grad a shirt of my dresser and take my jacket off. "You have a tattoo," she points out. I nod. "How? Wouldn't it just heal?" She asks.
    "Not if you do it with a blow torch," I tell her. Her eyes widen, looking at me like I've grown another head. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if I did. "It hurts like a bitch, but for some of us, it's worth it."
    "What's it mean?" She asks, walking over and looking at it through the mirror.
   "There are three types of wolves; Alpha, beta, omega. It represents all three." She smile as she stares. I cup her cheek making her look at me in shock. She leans up and presses our lips together. My heart beats as fast as hers is. Her hands trail up my biceps, shoulders, and into my hair.
    I pull back to see her smiling and sighs. Her eyes open and look into mine. "Please do that again." I don't hesitate to comply to the request. I pull her closer against me by the loops of her shorts. We stumble back until we lay on the bed, me above her. She plays with the hem of my shirt, too shy to take it off of me herself. I sit up, still straddling her and remove it with one swift movement. Her eyes burn into me as they trail up to my eyes.
     She sits up and takes her flannel off. I help with her shirt and undo her jeans, dragging them down. She's the very definition of perfect. "Is this too much?" I ask. Her heart is beating too fast for my liking.
   She grips my shoulders, shaking her head. Her eyes glow orange/gold, letting me know how this is making her feel. "Your eyes. Why did they do that?" She asks, they must have glowed blue.
   "Cause I want you." A blush creeps it's way to her face as I kiss her cheeks. She turns her head to the side, capturing my lips with hers. She's like an alcohol I can actually get drunk off of. Our hips roll against each others, making her moan.
    She kisses my jaw, making her way to my ear. I growl as she kisses my sensitive area. She giggles while I pin her arms above her head and I kiss her neck. She still smells like her rose scented perfume. "De-derek," she sighs, her hands running up my back.
    "Your beautiful."   
    "Someone's coming," she blurts out in panic. I listen carefully at the silence and immediately get off of her. She recognized someone's scent and sits down in the ground on the side of my bed, so they can't see her. Scott, Stiles, and Lydia all walk in. Why them? Why now?
    "You're not going to believe what happened," Stiles says with that stupid excited smile. I take a deep breath, irritated that he's not just getting to the point. I'm surprised Scott hasn't picked up Aiden's scent. Lydia's eyes widen at something and she winks. I glance back for a split second to see Aiden sinking further to the floor, shaking her head at her friend. "Lydia can feel death!"
    "Actually, I can sense it," she says. Does this girl know about us?
   "Quick question, does she-"
   "Well a few weeks ago, because of Jackson we couldn't keep it from her anymore," Scott answers.
    "When she screams, she scenes death. How cool is that?" Stiles slaps his hands together. She rolls her eyes.
   "Its called a banshee. There's very few of them now. There scream can be heard from miles away," I tell them. We all look at the pretty red head. "You guys can go out to the living area, I'll be there in a minute to tell you more." I'm expecting them to argue, but they don't.
    Aiden stands and takes deep breaths. "So now my best friend knows when someone is either going to die, or is dead?" She asks. I can't tell if she's angry or confused.
   "Banshee." She puts her clothes back on as fast as she can and throws her hair back up in the bun. "There's a fire escape through that window with stairs. Wait a few minutes after I call for you to come in." She nods and steps towards it. I grab her ask and yank her back, kissing her passionately again. "Later?" She grins.
    "Later."
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                 Aiden's POV
     I feel happy and free right now. This is all happening so fast, but its like it was meant to happen for me. Derek's body and kisses were setting me on fire. It felt so wrong, but that what made it feel so right.
    We're all standing in the lofts living room, staring at Lydia like she's some unsolved math problem. "Can you tell what the cause of the death was? Or who did it?" I ask her.
   "No. This is all so new. I thought I've been losing my mind until now," she says. I sit down next to her, rubbing her back. "So, your a scary dog too?" She asks me. Derek and Scott chuckle
    "Werewolf, yes." She runs her hands over her face.
   "Great, now all the people I'm close to, including myself, are complete wackjobs."
  
  AN: I really enjoyed writing this chapter in particular for some reason. Little side note, I will update on weekdays at night cause ideas come to me before I sleep. Please please please comment your thoughts, it encourages me to keep writing!! Share!! Thank you for 150+ reads!! Stay alive |-/              -Veah