Believe ♔ Derek Hale

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I stood inside the supermarket wearing a black long sleeved jumper, black leggings and my usual converse.

My blonde hair was frizzy as usual, tied up in a messy bun and my face covered in red blemishes that oh so gracefully blessed my face. Sense the sarcasm?

I rummaged through my handbag, in search of my ringing phone. Finally feeling it in my grasp, I picked it up and swipes the screen, holding it by my ear.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Is this Rebekah Reyes?"

"Umm... yes why?" I asked nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.

"Erica Reyes has been brought into hospital." The woman spoke through the phone. "We'd like to inform you she's had another seizure and we're going to keep her in over night but she wants to see you."

"Ok I'm on my way," I panicked as I rushed out of the supermarket to my car.

My car was a crimson red Chevrolet Camaro, 2 door convertible which I received from my (now dead) grandmas when I was 18.

It took me around 10 minutes to get to the hospital, obviously passing a few red lights but I finally arrived.

I pushed through the hospital doors and made my way to the main desk where I asked for my little sister.

A woman, named Mellissa McCall walked me to the room where my little sister lay on a hospital bed. She looked peaceful when she slept.

"Thank you," I whispered as I felt tears threaten to fall. Mellissa nodded smiling softly and walked away as I walked over to my sisters side.

I stroke Erica's hair as I watched her. I wish I could do something to stop Erica's seizures, even for a while.

Someone cleared their throat, my head whipping round to see a guy leaning against the door frame.

The guy had a dark and mysterious look. He had jet black hair, slight stubble and his chiselled chin. He had a sharp jawline and gorgeous brown eyes that could make you melt but they seemed cold and empty.

"Is that your sister?" The man asked.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked warily, narrowing my eyes at him.

"The answer to all your problems," He smirked. "Derek."

"No sorry I'm not Derek. Wrong person." I said sarcastically.

Derek laughed sarcastically, "funny. I know how you feel."

"Oh really?" I raised my brow at him.

"You feel powerless. Stressed. Alone." He said in a serious tone. "You just want to help your sister. I can help."

"How could you possibly help?" I asked, frowning as I looked down at Erica then back at Derek.

"I'm a werewolf." He explained as his eyes flashed an stone cold red colour. "So could you and your sister but there is advantages and some disadvantages."

"Like..."

"Advantages are healing, no more seizures for Erica, super strength, speed but the disadvantages...." Derek explained. "Full moons are painful, and there is a family of hunters that want to kill all werewolves."

"There's more but I can explain that later, if you want the bite?" He said.

"Both of us?" I asked as I looked at Erica and back at him. He nodded.

"Yes," I said. "But you want something in return... what is it?"

"I'm an alpha. I want to train you guys to protect me and yourselves." He stated.

"Ok. We'll do it."

And that was how I sold my soul to the devil. Or a Hale.