In The Dark

Does She Know

                Derek's POV
       I hold her hand as she sleeps closer on her side then to me. I know what I said might have messed up things between us, but she deserves to know the truth. Stiles and Scott told me that my name was what opened the third list. I'm perfectly fine with dying, its not knowing how or when it'll happen that scares me.
     I stand up and put my shirt back on. "Can't sleep?" A voice asks from behind me. "I feel fine now. I should go." Aiden gets out of bed and winces.
     "You haven't fully healed," I say. Turning around, she glares at me.
    "Well I'm well enough." I walk over to her, but she steps back. Crossing her arms, she looks away from me. "At least tell me why your mad at me."
    "Cause you should have told me when you proposed that you think you won't make it that long. You're perfectly okay with dying as if you have no one that needs you. I love you and you act like that doesn't matter." I reach out to take her hand, but she pulls back. "No. You can't fix this one, Derek."
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        "You never called me back after the party," Theo says, running right beside me. I take deep breaths.
    "I got sick and thought you'd be mad at you for ditching," I lie, coming to a halt. He stands in front of me, pushing his hair back. "I would have called, but I lost service for like two weeks." Biting his lip and looking down the hill, he nods.
   "Can we please go back down. It's getting to high," he says. I nod, zipping my jacket back up.
    "Race you," I yell him when I start running full speed down ten hill. Thinking I've won, I yell out something stupid. Someone taps on my shoulder. Turning around, Theo stands there with his buff arms crossed. "How the hell-"
    "Track team."
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         "You're an idiot. There is no way her ass is real," I say, looking at Kloe Kardashians ass. Theo rolls his eyes.
    "I don't know, there's only one way to really know." I slap his chest playfully, relaxing into my bed beside him. The door swings open. Scott looks at us in shock. 
    "You're needed down stairs." I nod, standing up. We lead Theo down the stairs. Derek looks at me then at Theo. His eyes flash for a second but he composes himself fast. His mom is standing next to him, looking like a total badass I might add.
     "Thank you for coming over. It was fun," I say. He nods, leaning down to hug me and kisses my cheek. I walk to the group when the door closes. Derek grabs my hand and pulls me close. I've never really ever gotten a chance to see him possessive and its very attractive.
    "What the fuck is that?" Stiles asks, pointing at the engagement ring. I take my hand off the table. "Hale, you want to explain something?" Derek looks at me for permission.
    "I asked her to marry me," he says. Scott and my brother look at each other with blank expressions. Stiles charges at Derek, his arms flailing like normal. I grab his shoulder before he can reach him. He swings out his arms, trying to hit Derek.
    "Stop it," I say, letting him go. He straightens out his flannel and Scott walks over, looking at me. "What?"
     "Can we talk? Alone?" He asks. I look up at Derek who growls a little. This isn't how the meeting was supposed to go.
    "I'll be back." I follow Scott up to my room and close the door. "Are you going to lecture me now?"
    "You bet your cute ass I am." I sit down in my bed, waiting. "Lydia said she told you about Derek. Why are engage to him when there's no point? That ring probably messes with your head." He's not wrong. Everytime I look at it, I think he's going to live and we'll get married. But there's no chance of that.
    "What am I supposed to do?" I ask. He kneels down in front of me.
   "Talk to him. Force him to listen so you get your point across. This will only hurt you," he says. I nod, looking at my hand. "I'll go get him for you." I'm about to say I'm not ready, but he's already out the door. Short minutes late, Derek walks in.
    "I can't do this anymore," I blurt out, not looking at him. He walks further in, closing the door.  "Derek, if you don't think you're gonna make it, we shouldn't be engaged."
    He crosses his arms, looking out my window. "I love you, Aid. Whatever you're thinking of doing-"
   "Is the right thing to do. I'm not going to say this was a waste of time cause it wasn't, but I dony want this ring on my finger when we aren't going to get married." He looks down as I take the ring off, hand in it out for him to take. I drop it in his hand, taking a deep breath. "You should leave."
   "Aiden-"
   "Goodbye." He places his hand on my shoulder, looking into my eyes. He wipes my tears away.
    "Please tell me what's really wrong. Is it the fact I proposed to you even though I knew about the list?" I shake my head, taking a deep breath.
   "I can't loose you, Derek," I cry. "The whole not telling me and still asking me to marry you thing is out of my mind. It's just the fact that your going to due and you're perfectly okay with that. Do you know how it feels when your mate dies? Neither do I. I don't need you or anyone for that matter, but I love you and don't want to without you."
     He kisses my forehead, bringing me to his chest. He rubs my back soothingly, rocking me back and worth as I calm down. "I love you," he says. I look up at him, taking in shakey breaths.
   "I love you too." He covers me with a blanket and walks back towards the door. "Derek." He turns back around.
   "Yes?"
   "Can you lay down with me? Just until I fall asleep?" Smiling, he takes his jacket off and gets in my bed. I cuddle up against his side, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat. That's not gonna be there for long.
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                Derek's POV
    I walk back down stairs and see my mom standing by herself, looking at an old family photo of theirs. I can hear Stiles and Scott talking outside. "She was a very pretty little girl," my mom says, tapping the picture of Aiden and Stiles when they were younger. Here they don't look alike at all.
    "She was," I say, grinning as I look at the picture. She couldn't of been older than seven.
   "Does she know?" My mom asks me. My brows draw together. "I'll take that as a no. Does her brother?"
   "What are you talking about?" She looks back at the picture. 
   "She's adopted. She comes from a family of witches."

AN: A bit of a cliffhanger. Comment your thoughts and share! Stay alive |-/    -Veah