Scratches Are Worse Then Bites (Teen Wolf) (Derek Hale) Slowly Editing

You make my blood boil

Deaton presses down on the bubble with a sharp point, it takes a bit of pressure to actually penetrate the bubble but when it does, black liquid spills out of it, making a mess of the table.

No one makes a move, mostly because that's disgusting and all the rest are still in my throat. I'm the first one to speak up.

"What the hell is that?" Derek takes his finger and swishes it around in the liquid, like you would when testing out how hot the bath water is.

"I think it's like when werewolves heal, like when I was poisoned, I threw up black blood. I was trying to heal my self." He tries to explain before Deaton takes over.

"That's right, but you haven't turned since you were bitten?"

"No, but it cured me of being paralyzed. Just no fangs." I tell him, knowing how strange that sounds, even with the supernatural.

"Well that is curious, you should be dead or a wolf. But these bubbles, I'm not sure why kanimia poison would have that effect. But of course, I will research it, as always. I would like a few more samples though, if that's alright." I nod my head, opening my mouth back open for him.

After he grabs a few more things he tells Derek news that I absolutely do not agree with.

"We should keep Max under lock and key, if word gets out about this..."

"Even more bo boos for Max?" I ask, noting on how many times I've been injured in the last year. The four guys smile and laugh, but that was kind of serious, I've been poked and probed more then all of them.

"To my current knowledge all of the Argent's are back in town?" Deaton looks to Derek for his answer.

"Yes."

"So we should keep Max safe, Argent's aren't to be messed with."

"She can stay with me." The most unlikely candidate volunteers, Sourwolf. Both Scott and Stiles look at me to see if they should intervene. I shake my head at them.

"It's fine, I'll go with him." I look back at Derek, "Just let me grab some stuff at my place." He nods his head and leads me out with his hand on my back. I get into his sweet car, just like his sweet ass- Stop it Max! He tried to kill you. Now he's not. Doesn't matter, he still was planning on do it. He changed his mind though. What, A total of 10 minutes ago? My inner battle diminishes once he starts the engine up. We get there soon enough, now Derek is just awkwardly standing in my room, even worse then the silent car ride.

"And this time, tell me if my mom is coming up." I give him a sarcastic grin as I grab a few shirts out of my closet. He lets out a soft laugh.

"Will do." I look at my jeans and shorts.

"How long am I even staying with you?" I need to know how much stuff I need to pack.

"I assume a week or so, maybe longer."

"Okay, this should be enough, if I need more we can just come back. Lets go." I walk back to his car and sink into the cushion leather seats.

"Shouldn't you leave a note or...?" Derek asks, not surprisingly or anything, most people would tell their mom that they wont be staying at the house for a few weeks. But then again, my mom is a bitch.

"No, pretty sure shes in Vegas... Or maybe it was Cabo..." I pause to think, it might actually be New Orleans... "I don't know, whatever state or country shes in, shes been gone for a couple days, doubt shell come back anytime soon. Probably a month or so before I should tell her whats up." I turn up the radio before Derek can respond. What is he supposed to say? It sucks that you have such a crappy mom?

For the most part its silent, until a rock song come- Carry on my wayward son by Kansas, a classic. And who would've thought, all of a sudden Derek is blasting the music and singing along. He starts to  drum on the steering wheel to the beat. 

Its moments like these that I know he'll be okay.

-//-

Derek is not okay! He looks like he's about to rip open someones throat, but considering the Argent's are downstairs that might be called for soon enough. I grab his bicep, pulling him away from the door.

"Come on Derek, there not worth it, lets hide." He nods his head, his nostrils flaring out of anger. Derek and I squeeze our selves in the closet, and its not a big one. I'm pressed up against him like my profession is pole dancing and he's the pole.

"Ya know, in different circumstances, this might not be so bad." I whisper, leaning in a bit closer, if that's even possible.

"I could think of worse things." He agrees, giving me a small smile.

"And if you no longer wanted to kill me." I reason, his shoulders hunch over a bit as the last words come out.

"I don't, I wouldn't have let you stay with me if that was true."

"Or your just waiting for me to fall asleep." I contradict.

"You know that's not true-." I put my hand over his mouth as a board squeaks underneath heavy weight by the front door. They're already here.

Derek nods his head and I remove my hand, he mouths on three. He hold up his first finger, moving his free hand to the door handle. Then he flips up a second, making a peace sign, now grasping the handle ready to twist. And now a third-

"Jerry get down here!" The next thing we know, we hear an engine start, then fad out with distance. Derek opens the door, both of us stumbling out. He immediately grabs his phone and dials a number.

"Isaac, can you get here?" He shuts his phone after a simple okay. Isaac? Cant be my old Isaac.

"Whose Isaac?"

"The kid who's dad I thought you killed." Awesome.

-\\-

I hear shuffling down stairs and then foot steps coming up the stairs, seconds later a very familiar face comes to view.

"Isaac? You actually meant this Isaac?" I turn to Derek with my eyebrows raised. "Out of all Isaac's you could have turned you had to choose this one?" He looks confused, I guess he never knew that we were already well acquainted.

"Hi Max." Isaac gives me yet another shy smile and waves to me. I roll my eyes.

"Ya, hi Isiy." I call him the nickname I gave him years ago without thinking first, I should've though. I should've just called him Isaac. Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda right? He grins at me softly before looking at Derek.

"Whats up?" 

"I want you to lay low, the Argent's know about the Kanimia and if they find out you were turned around the time it showed up-"

"They'll think its him." I finish, knowing that, that would be the case and the Argent's wont hesitate to kill him. Derek and Isaac nod there heads, Derek for agreeing with me and Isaac for understanding.

I hear a popping noise, then liquid running down the inside of my neck, like a just sipped a little bit of water. Then another pop, with more Liquid, then another and another and another. I cough and the weird black blood sprays out.

"Max?" Both Derek and Isaac are next to me.

"There popping." I cough out before puking over Isaac's shoes. Oops?

Then its all over, and Isaac offers me a hand from my kneeling position.

"Sorry about the shoes..." He just shrugs before taking my hand in his. Big mistake.

DEREK POV:

Issac helps Max up, but almost simultaneously, their hands touch and then her eyes go all crazy. Flashing colors like a disco ball. She shuts her eyes tight, almost like it hurts, which it very well may. She flips them back open and they're a deep purple with a ring of red around the pupil and outline. This girl...

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