Night Of The Hunter // TeenWolf

La Nuit Du Chasseur

Alice:

"How long was I out." I mumble, drowsily. A yawn escapes my mouth as I pull the jacket over me closer.

I haven't been home much, if at all, since the day at the station. Derek's under the impression that I can't cope right now with the fact that I not only almost got killed by a Kanima, but that I was in the middle of one of my family's full scale attacks.

But I got to give him some credit though. One I didn't think it be easy enough to fool him, and two he's been quite persistent in finding a way at stopping the Kanima. On one of my few trips to my house, I even 'stole' a copy of one of the family's bestiary for him.

"Not much." He shakes his head, turning to look at me. "Just the whole afternoon." He sends me a smile, but I'm not entirely sure if its just some fake one he usually gives people because I hardly think this guy smiles let alone laughs often.

I smile and playfully roll my eyes. If it wasn't for his good looks than I'm sure I would have jumped off a cliff by now to avoid having to pretend to be in love with him. But there has been one good thing out of this, and that's that I have been texting Allison details to tell the others on what Derek and his pack are up too.

I stretch and sit up on the old couch that I was sleeping on. Not the best place to wake up on, but I have most definitely woken up on worse. A heavy book falls from my lap onto the dusty burnt floor by my feet. I reach down to grab the book that I now remember to be one of the few that I took from my parent's house.

"I know they're probably missing you right now." Derek comments, making me lift my head to meet his gaze. I bite my lip and look down at my lap.

"I-I don't think I can go back." I respond. He takes a few steps closing the gap between us before kneeling down in front of me. "I can't. I just can't okay." He takes my hands in his in an attempt to stop them from shaking.

"At least not when I know that they are hurting innocents, like Scott, Stiles, your betas...you." I slowly raise my gaze to meet his.

I see the guilt in his eyes before he quickly masks it, just like he does with everything in his life, he puts a mask over it. But who am I to judge I do the exact same thing.

"I'm not." He simply states, as he slips his hands out of my grasp. I tilt my head to the side in confusion, not wanting to give away the fact that I know what he's taking about.

"Not what?"

"I'm not innocent I've killed others." He snaps, making me flinch back at his tone. Derek looks to his side and breathes through his nose before standing up. I follow his action, and stand up after him.

"I don't care about your past, I care about the way you treat me and make me feel happy." I state, making my way to stand behind him. He's trying to busy himself with the large box of books set on a table.

"I killed your mother!" He yells, throwing one of the larger books across the living room. The sheer force of his throw causes it to dent the wall it hit. I let out a low whimper covering my mouth with my hands. I don't think I've seen him this angry before, well at least not towards me.

"Please tell me I heard wrong Derek." I whisper, but I know he can hear me. He only lets out a harsh laugh and shakes his head from side to side.

"You might be a clueless, ignorant little Argent. But I know you're not stupid. So I'm going to repeat myself only once but with more detail this time." He says through gritted teeth.

"I bit your mother because I knew she wouldn't survive the bite and die. So there do you need me to make you a slide show or a picture!" He screams out, hands grabbing the edge of the table. All this time I've been to in shock to so much as to think about fake crying.