Book 1: My Teen Romance with Derek Hale (Teen Wolf Fan Fic)

Kristin: Dinner conversation followed by some mutilation

“Because Kristin wants to go,” Derek replied simply and I couldn’t help but smile at his response. I still couldn’t believe Derek had agreed to go to the dance with me tomorrow night although he looked less than impressed when I told him my father was a werewolf hunter.
He’s not going to dump me because it. I assured myself.
“Well that’s the right answer,” my mother smiled. Usually I would have told her to back off with all the questions but it wasn’t just her learning about Derek, I was as well. For example I had no idea he used to play basketball and baseball or that he liked children. I knew he had a younger sister and young cousins but he hadn’t gone into detail about his family yet, and I honestly didn’t see him as the guy that played around with children. He seemed to be the guy that made little children run in the opposite direction out of fear.
Is he ever going to stop surprising me? I wondered.
“I told you he was a gentleman,” I gloated as I tore off a piece from my bread roll.
You could tell my grams was obsessed with chickens by looking at the house it was a little creepy. Everything had chickens on it. The house was cluttered with chicken statutes and stuffed chicken dolls.
“You know Kristin used to be a ballerina,” My mother talked Matter-of-factly and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. My mother was a ballerina when she was a child up until her teenage years, and she was the one that got me to enrol into the classes, it was her dream and not mine. I preferred camping with my father, practicing martial arts, shooting at the range and practicing with my compound bow. Wearing a tutu was embarrassing and humiliating which is why I only lasted a year before I quit.
“No way,” Derek chuckled.
“What? You can’t picture me in a tutu?” I smirked.
“No I can’t,” Derek shook his head and laughed some more, “Please tell me there is photos?”
“Nope I burned them all,” I smiled smugly.
“Not all of them,” Mom smirked and I shot her the evil eye. She had promised that she had no evidence of my ballerina days.
Liar!
“And why not?”
“Because you looked so cute and I wanted at least one photo as a reminder.”
“At least! Are you saying there is more than one?” I cringed.
“Maybe,” she shrugged innocently.
“Well what’s you answer? Can I go to the dance?” I had to change the subject before she went and retrieved the photo.
“I’m still unsure.”
I barely held in the sigh of frustration which wasn’t easy by the way.
“Oh come on it’s just a dance. Please stop being so over protective?” I made sure not to snap at her
It would’ve just made her annoyed and I wasn’t trying to start a fight. I was trying to gain her support.
“Well I’m sorry for being so over protective but it’s a mother’s job and the situation is far from normal. I have every right to be concerned when my daughter starts dating a werewolf.”
“Mom please?” I was practically begging. I hated begging but I wanted her to be on my side instead of against me.
“It’s just a silly dance?” Peter spoke and I expected my mother to tell him to butt out or to mind his own business but she didn’t instead she smiled at him- it was weird.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead, “Fine but I want you home by 11pm understood?” She looked at both Derek and I, and we nodded. The dance was going to be great.
I was sure of it.

“I want you to meet the rest of my family and I was thinking of taking you camping. It’s just going to be you, me, Laura, Peter and a couple of my friends that I want you to meet,” Derek spoke before he kissed me quickly. We were in my room and sitting on my bed while my mother and Peter continued to talk in the dining room.
The dinner had gone really well and my mother even agreed on letting Derek escort me to the Winter Formal. I think Peter was the one that helped twist her arm though. She seemed almost smitten with him and I couldn’t help but wonder how close they were before my mother got married and left town.
“Sure. I love camping but how many family members will I be meeting exactly?” I didn’t have a big family and meeting Derek’s family was almost daunting.
What if they hate me? I worried to myself.
“Well not all of them are here for the family reunion yet,” I left out the technical stuff, “You’ve already met my grandmother, mother, sister Laura and uncle Peter. That means there’s only my father, younger sister Cora, uncle Aaron and his wife Victoria, and their son Beau. I promise it won’t be that bad,” Derek grabbed hold of my hands as we sat opposite each other with our knees touching. It was hard not acting on my desires, but I knew my mother would be listening in on us to make sure we kept things tamed which totally sucked by the way.
“Okay I guess I have to eventually right?” I felt Derek squeeze my hands and I kissed him, just a quick one although it was very difficult to pull away especially when every part of me wanted more than just a peck.
“There’s a question I have to ask about your father,” Derek’s smile vanished and I began to dread the next few moments.
“Go on,” I had been wondering when he was going to bring that up.
“So he hunts and kills werewolves?”
“Yeah apparently but I don’t know much. I only found out a couple of days ago.”
“Have you ever hunted with him?”
“No of course not. I mean I’ve gone camping with him and fishing but not werewolf hunting,” Derek cringed at the last two words, “I’m sorry that mustn’t be easy to hear,” I apologised.
“Well I wasn’t expecting my girlfriend’s father to be a werewolf hunter, that’s for sure especially when her mother is one,” Derek forced a smile and kissed my lips briefly before he pulled away.
“I still can’t get over the fact that you guys even exist. I mean next I’ll be finding out vampires are real,” I laughed at the idea, everything had changed so quickly. One minute the world was normal and the next I was finding out my mother, grams, my boyfriend and half his family were werewolves, and to top it off my father was a werewolf hunter? I was living in some crazy television show.
“Well as far as I know vampires don’t exist, at least not like in the movies and books,” Derek smirked.
“It better stay that way,” I replied as I pounced on Derek and forced him to lie on his back as I half laid on him.
“You’re going to get us in trouble,” Derek smirked as I ran my hands through his dark hair which matched mine in colour.
“Don’t worry I’ll behave,” I stared into his amazing green eyes. I meant what I said, the last thing I wanted was my mother storming in my room and telling me I wasn’t going to the dance anymore. I just wanted to be closer to him.

My eyes had only just closed when I heard a loud crash and I jolted up from my bed. Derek and Peter had left a few hours ago and Grams and Belle were in bed while my mother had to fill in last minute at the hospital. Belle didn’t wake up so I left her to sleep. There was no point in waking her.
I assumed Grams had gotten up to get a drink and accidentally knocked something over, “Grams? Are you okay?” I asked as I got out of bed but there was no answer.
“Grams?” I called out again as I opened my door and walked down the dark hallway. There was something wrong. I could feel it- sense it. I had goose bumps covering my entire body and chills running up and down my spine.
“Grams?” I practically whispered unintentionally but I couldn’t force my voice to go any higher. I could feel my throat closing up. Silence was the only answer I was getting in return and my heart started to race.
I continued to take small steps down the wooden stairs through the cream painted hallway, past the brown wallpapered lounge room and into my Grams bedroom.
“Grams?” I spoke before I flipped on the light switch.
The scream shot out from lungs and I gasped in horror as my hand flew up and covered my mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Grams was in pieces on her bed which was soaked in her blood.
“No, no, no please Grams.”
Tears were starting to form and a few fell down my face as I continued to gasp. I almost couldn’t breathe no matter how much air I inhaled it didn’t make a difference. I was suffocating as I stared at my Grandmother and that’s when I shot off and ran up the stairs, down the hallway and into my room. The tears were blurring my vision and my body was shaking. I could still see my gram’s blood soaked bed and her body lying in pieces. Who would do something so horrible? So terrible?
“Belle?” I practically screamed as I reached her bed although she didn’t respond and I felt my breathing become even more erratic. The suffocating feeling was becoming worse and I had to take deep noisy breaths just to keep me from passing out.
Please, please, please be okay. I silently begged as I grabbed the doona cover, took a deep breath and pulled it back away from Belle. Instantly I felt the sorrow double inside my chest as I started to sob uncontrollably.
Belle was covered in blood. It looked like her throat had been ripped out and I couldn’t hold back the tears as they started to flood down my face. Her strawberry blonde hair looked almost black, soaked in blood and I wanted to scream until I lost my voice.
“Belle I’m so sorry,” I cried as I fell to my knees and leaned against her bed.
I wanted to know why someone would hurt them. They didn’t deserve to die.
“No . . . No why?” I choked out between my heavy sobs. I couldn’t stop. Every time I tried to hold back the tears and the sobs it just made them worse. All I could hear was my crying.
“Don’t worry you’re next,” I heard Julian’s voice as he stepped into the room although I wasn’t going to fight or run. I couldn’t. I was weighed down by grief and it was refusing to let me stand to my feet let alone fight for my life.
“Well hurry up then!” I screamed as the tears continued to fall down my cheeks.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Julian’s voice was growing closer although it was getting harder to hear him over my crying.
“I’m not going to fight so hurry up,” I grabbed Belle’s hand and it was so cold, but I held it anyway and pressed it against the side of my face.
I felt Julian’s claws as they gripped the back of my neck and slowly made their way to my throat but I didn’t care. I couldn’t move  I couldn’t do anything but wait for Julian to kill me.
I closed my eyes before I felt the pain as his claws sliced through my flesh. It hurt like hell and I screamed out in pain before I felt my body fall to the ground. I was becoming weak. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t move at all, it was the end.

My eyes snapped open and my cheeks felt cold and moist. I wiped my face with the back of my hands, and I realised that I had cried in my sleep, most of my pillow was cold and wet.
Thank god it was just a dream. I sighed in relief although it didn’t make me feel any better, part of me still felt a little sad even though it was just a dream well a nightmare
I was still feeling some of the sorrow.
It was still dark and I looked at my alarm clock to see it was only 3’Oclock in the morning.
Just great I’m not going to be able to get back to sleep. I sighed in frustration. I was still tired. I felt like I hadn’t slept at all.
“Belle? Are you awake?” I asked although she didn’t answer.
“Belle?” I asked again as I shot to my feet and walked over to her bed.
It was just a dream. I assured myself as I grabbed the covers and pulled them back slightly.
A smile instantly surfaced on my face when I saw that there was no blood and her eyes fluttered open.
“What are you doing?” Belle asked me as she rubbed her eyes.
“Nothing I’m sorry go back to sleep,” I moved the covers back where they were and walked back to my bed.
I never wanted to have that nightmare again!

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