The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter Nine: Häxa

After Scott's little outburst saying that I was one of them - which was so out of line. But, I stayed hidden, wanting to see what Derek had to say about this.

"You know that's not true. You heard her heart stop beating," Derek states strongly, like he was dissing my memory.

"She's alive. Maybe you turned her, just like Erica and Isaac," Scott states strongly before looking to Erica and Isaac. "He's not doing this for you. He's just adding to his own power, okay? It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!" Scott states with another strong voice, before grabbing Isaac's body on the ice and flings him across the floor and he skids to Derek, he did the same with Erica as well, as they were out of it, weak after fighting.

"It's true. It is about power," Derek spoke with a husky voice, but I also knew that stand he was in. He began to walk forward, and flexed his hand out and he grew claws instead of finger nails. His head twirled in a certain way like he was shifting. I had to stop this before he gets any further and hurts Scott. I stopped from crouching and came from the entrance onto the ice rink, I placed one foot onto the ice, carefully placing the next one onto it. I look back up to see Derek closer to Scott, whom he was now transformed. With one swing of his head forward, he had headbutted Scott making him jerk backwards with the force. I started to dash forward, as he swung his hand out towards Scott's side, getting a clean cut.

"Derek!" I shouted towards him, making Boyd shoot his gaze towards me, as I came to a stop. As I saw him stiffen on the spot, as Scott stumbled backwards. He slowly turned around to face me, his red eyes looked at me, his pointy ears stood still as he was listening, I'm guessing to my heart and it was beating. "It's me Derek," I pleaded with him, as I inched forward, passing Boyd.

But suddenly, I was grabbed by both sides, I could feel the claws on my clothing. I quickly look left to right, seeing Erica and Isaac holding me tightly. But I didn't fight back, I let them hold me. Derek inched forward, like he was processing, his head turning like I was an object he hadn't seen for years. He stood in front of me, I just stared into his red eyes. His hand slowly reached up, his claws had gone back into his nails just on his left hand. His hand had gently touched my cheek, as he moved a piece of blonde hair from out of my face. His posture was becoming less threatening. His eyes began to dim from their bright red color, but as they dimmed, something within woke. Like the anger within him had burst through and he wasn't going to waste this moment. His eyes quickly returned to bright blood red, his face angry, as he went over back to Scott. Derek swung his hand hitting Scott directly in his face, and started to beat him. Derek shot a blow to his belly and Scott lent over in pain. Derek was going to slam his elbow into his back, but Scott had used his own elbow to hit Derek in his face, making him fall backwards. Derek shakes it off as Scott was struggling to keep up and keep his strength. Scott thrust his hand out to hit Derek but he countered his attack and held his head in his hand before using his other hand to smash his face in.

"Derek! Stop!" I yelled at him, struggling against Erica and Isaac's grip. If I really wanted to, I could get out easily. Just then Derek lifts Scott into the air and slams him onto the ice ground, he grunts as he hits the ground, and leans to the right to spit some blood from his mouth, I could smell it from here. Derek pushes his foot onto Scott's chest, I could hear his bone's crunch under Derek's foot as he was putting pressure.

"Derek! Just stop! Don't kill him!" I yelled at him, as he cocked his head to me in one swift move.

"Tell me what you are!" Derek shouted back at me, his red eyes stared straight into my soul. But I looked away from his gaze, I couldn't not now. I know I would tell him but he's unstable, he could use me to my advantage. "Fine!" He starts to put more pressure onto Scott's chest. Scott started wheezing as he tried to breath.

"No! Stop!" I shout toward Derek, my eyes flicking between him and Scott. Derek's eyes went to my worried face, as he let-up pressure from Scott's chest.

"Tell me!" He roars loudly, making me screw up my face with something I hadn't had for a long time. Fear. As a vampire, werewolf bites are fatal to us. My face unscrewed a moment later as the roar ended. I sighed, there was no other way. He was playing with my emotions and that was my weakness, emotions.

"I can not speak of what I am. But you must trust me," I spoke his eyes filled with unease and a slight rage. He gave me a sad look, like he didn't want to do this, but he had newcomers, new werewolves and he must she them who's the Alpha. He began to press harder on Scott's chest making his bones crush under the strength of Derek.

"NO!" I shouted to him, Scott breathing began to hitch. "Motus!" As the word left my mouth, Isaac and Erica were flung from my side and let go of my arms. They landed on the ice with a thud, and I was free. "Derek move," I stare at him intently, my eyes holding a dark gaze. His foot lifted from Scott's chest and began to walk to Isaac and Erica. He brushed past me, he was now in his human form. His eyes glanced to mine for a moment as he passed and began to walk away with Isaac, Erica and Boyd. Who had already been bit and would soon be a werewolf. I quickly rush over to Scott who lays on the ice rink floor, breathing heavily.

"Scott are you alright?" I crouched on the ice, him now in his human form, as he bent his head forward to look at me.

"I'm fine," he spoke weakly, he started to lean up to stand, but winced half-way. He propped himself on his elbows and looked at me. I slowly lifted his shirt up, to see the wound that Derek had given to him.

"It's from an Alpha, it will take longer to heal," I spoke softly, as I put his shirt back down. "I'm sorry Scott, if I told him what I was, he would have used me,"

"What are you?" Scott asked in a quiet tone, but his eyes searched mine, and something within me was compelled to tell him. I chuckled slightly, as I brushed a strand of hair out of my face..

"A Witch," I replied simply, as I lifted him to his feet. His eyes wide, his mouth hung a gape.

"Like in poking needles into dolls?" He asked, stunned that he was talking about a form of Witchcraft. I laughed softly at his remark, mixing the two totally different practices up.

"No, that's Voodoo Scott" he looked amazed with my response but he believed that I was telling him the truth. I held him tightly as we crossed the ice rink and out on solid ground. We left the building behind, Scott had said that he needed something from work, so I was going to drop him off there.

A while later, we had reached Scott's work, my car came to a halt as I went round back as the back entrance was there. We hadn't spoken at all since we left the ice rink, this wasn't the right time to explain what it means to be a Witch to him.

"Are you going to be alright?" I asked with friendly concern. As he gave me a nod. As he was about to open the car door, I placed my own hand on his wrist, stopping him from completing that action. "Another thing." I spoke swiftly to him. "Tell your boss this, 'Consiliario ad lupi Sagis et Malejicis'" I said in Latin, fluently might I add. Scott only gave me a wild look, like he had no idea what it meant. I chuckled softly at his look, just the way he looks when he doesn't understand is funny. "It's fine, you'll remember," I gave him a smile as he nodded firmly before exiting the car.

I was hoping that I did the right thing...