Derek Hale Imagines

Hunted Love (With Klaus Mikaelson)

"Hello Love." Klaus hummed as he spotted you at the end of the bar, Camille would stop serving people to give you notes or when it wasn't busy she'd sit and help you study.

"What do you want Klaus?" You sighed.

"To offer you the pleasure of my company." Klaus smiled and you rolled your eyes.

"Believe me your company is anything but pleasurable." You sighed and grabbed your books. "I'll come back tomorrow."

"Alright, see you later (Y/N)." Camille waved at you before turning to scowl at Klaus who had an innocent look on his face.

"Well I wonder what could have her in a mood?" Klaus chuckled and watched as you climbed into your car and pulled off.

"Klaus, you follow her everywhere, you ruin her life by doing it." Camille stated bluntly.

"Why because it keeps her safe?" He smirked only for Camille to slam her hands on the bar.

"She's too scared to tell you why she doesn't want to go out on a date with you, if she leaves her house she knows you're watching and its practically oppressive!" Camille spat and Klaus gave her a dangerous glare.

"If I wish to follow a human I shall, I don't see how this is any of your business." With that he fled the bar and decided to find out what Camille had been talking about.

"(Y/N), why are we still here, we could go back to Beacon Hills?" Derek asked as he tugged a shirt over his head.

"I can't just leave Camille alone out here." You whispered and finished buttoning your jumper.

"I know but I'm worried about you and the hybrid, what if... he becomes obsessive and I'm not strong enough to stop him or protect you." Derek huffed and furrowed his brow as he crossed his arms.

"Maybe I should talk to Camille about it... I'm sure she'd understand." You sighed.

"I don't want you to leave her if she still needs you but I at least want to be able to protect you." He whispered as your arms wound around the wolfs neck and he encased you in a warm hug. "I love you."

"I love you to Derek." You lent up and kissed him before texting Camille to see where she was and if she was free to talk.

"Sweetheart I get it, Klaus is so full on and if Derek feels like going home is safer for you then I think you should do it." Camille smiled and held your hand in hers.

"You're sure, it's so soon after the funeral and I'd feel awful if I left you when you needed me." You sighed.

"Trust me (Y/N) I'm fine, I'll be fine." She smiled and walked with you to your car and gave you a tight hug. "Leave as soon as you can and tell Derek that he better take good care of you."

After a few minutes of quiet talk, you headed home, happy that you could leave New Orleans and Klaus behind you. You sent a text to Scott to tell him the two of you would be home soon to help with whatever had popped up while you'd been gone.

"(Y/N)!" Derek gasped and your head jerked to the side as he slammed against the car and collapsed.

You rushed out of the car, losing your pumps in the attempt to scramble to him, not caring that you'd laddered your tights or that your clothes now had Derek's blood on them.

"Derek!" You yelped when he seemed to dip in and out of consciousness, the bite on his neck and the broken bones dotted over his body told you Klaus had been his attacker.

"I'm sorry (Y/N) ... though if I asked... he'd leave you be." Derek winced and tried to get up.

"Can you heal, Klaus' bite does stuff to vampires I don't know if it'll hurt you." You admitted and Derek grunted.

"Deaton should be able to fix it but we only have a few days." Derek showed you the bite which was starting to spread bluish black veins down his neck.

"I'm going to pack our bags and ask Camille to distract Klaus while we leave... stay in the car." You helped him to the seat and hurtled inside.

You grabbed at the important things, trinkets and photo's gifts for the others, but cheap clothes and shoes along whatever had been left in the bathroom were forgotten due to how easily they could be replaced.

Derek tried to help you lug the bags out of the house and into the car but you stubbornly wrangled them while texting Camille. You sat in the car, holding Derek's hand, waiting for Camille's ok for the two of you too speed out of the city.

You jumped a little when Derek's hand stroked the back of your neck, he winced and leaned forwards enough to kiss you, attempting to keep you calm.

"Stiles was right we should have never come." You sighed.

"(Y/N) we'll be ok, pretty soon you'll be telling me how much you need a break from the pack." He smiled when you let out a weak chuckle.

As soon as your phone lit up and the message popped up from Camille you started the car. You'd almost made it out of the state when you turned off a back road to take a short cut and had to slam on the breaks as Klaus appeared in front of the car.

"Call Stiles." You whispered.

"What (Y/N) what're you doing?" Derek hissed as he tried to stop you getting out.

"Derek, trust me please... tell Stiles that you need help and get to Deaton." You stroked his cheek and almost kissed him but the presence of the hybrid who had vanished but was lurking somewhere near had you rethinking.

"What're you going to do?" Derek grunted and winced as if he planned to help fight Klaus off.

"Lie to him long enough to get you home." You gave Derek a sad smile and unclipped your belt.

"How will you get home?" Derek asked nervously.

"You once told Stiles to have faith in his Alpha... I have faith in mine." You let Derek grip your hand before slowly letting go.

Derek let a broken sob escape him as you stepped out of the car and Klaus gripped you by the waist, vanishing from his sight, leaving him grabbing at the phone on the dash board as his body failed him.

"Derek?" Stiles quizzed when the Alpha let out a pitiful moan.

"Help me... need help." Was all he managed to gasp and the phone dropped to the floor as Stiles' panicked shrieking buzzed through the speakers.