Initiate // Sterek

// eight //

"Lydia?" I said in shock at the sight of the strawberry blonde girl. She was sat on one of the unused beds, tear stains apparent on her face. I wondered if she had looked like this the last time I had seen her. She looked up at me and gave a shy smile.

Before I got the chance to ask her anything, Derek stepped out from behind me. "How did you get in here?" He asked angrily. I glared at him slightly for talking to her like that. He wasn't even looking at me.

"I don't know." She said shortly, her mouth in a tight line. "What are you doing here? Do you know that?" I asked, calmer than Derek had been. "The voices." She replied quietly. "What voices?" I asked, looking around the room at the other's faces. They looked almost as confused as the three of us.

"There's voices. In my head." I became slightly nervous now. Voices can never be a good thing. "What are they saying?" I questioned. She was being so vague in her answers, as f she was trying to avoid saying something.

"Someone in this room is going to die. Soon." She spoke, conviction in her voice. She obviously believed it. Though we already knew someone was going to die because of this stupid training, I wasn't going to say that to her. "Do you know who?" I tried.

"She won't answer that." Isaac said, from a few beds over. I looked over at him in confuson, hoping he would explain more. "That's all she would tell us before you guys showed up. She's been here hours. We don't know how she got here." He said awkwardly. Isaac just seemed like an awkward person in general. I nodded at him in reply and rubbed the back of my neck.

"Where did you guys go? We thought you were dead." Scott asked. I looked over at him. He looked like he had been stressed out. Had he been worried? "Long story." Malia said, before walking over to her bed and falling face down onto it, within seconds she was snoring, fast asleep.

Scott looked over to me, in hope of an explanation. I sighed, not particuarly wanting to tell the group about our little "adventure". He breathed heavily before looking down at his feet.

"Guys, I just realised something." Boyd said, Erica going to sit next to him. I was so surprised that he actually spoke it took a moment to reply. "Yeah?" I asked expectantly. "Before Stiles, Derek and Malia came back, Lydia sad that someone will die. When they got here... She said it would be someone in the room." He said sullenly. I took a sharp breath. The world seemed to start closing in around me.

Derek might die. Malia might die. I might die. Derek.

Derek.

Derek.

He can't die.

My eyes began to droop as I fell to the floor. I felt a pair of arms catch me in my descent. They were strong, firm, Derek. My speeding heart rate began to slow down as I was placed down on a bed. The bed pressed down and I felt a hand being placed on my calf. I smiled slightly, before passing out completely.

~

Derek's fingers were intertwined with mine as we lay down on the thick picnic blanket. I looked up through the hole in the roof of Derek's old house at the starry night sky. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of our steady breathing.

This was our first date, and Derek had brought me here for a picnic. It was beautiful.

I could never have pinned Derek Hale as the romantic type, but he seemed to go out of the way to make this perfect and kind of cheesy. I loved it.

Scented tea-light candles were placed around the room, giving the only light in the entire place. The section of the floor where we sat had been swept of any dirt and was now covered in a thick woolen blanket. At the side was a bottle of beer, for Derek, and a Coke for me. Of course.

And best of all, the food. Pizza.

We sat and talked as we ate.

I knew Derek wasn't a very open person, so when I tried to get him to tell me something more personal, he glared at me, creating some tension between us.

Eventually we decided just to lay down for a while and look at the stars. I was far from an astronomer but I liked looking at how pretty the stars were.

"Derek?" I asked quietly, turning my head to look at him. "Yeah?" He replied softly, brushing his thumb over my fingers.

"Is this normal? " I asked doubtfully. He looked at me confused. "For a werewolf and a human? To be together? Especially they fact that we're both guys... Is there like some sort of werewolf council that makes all these rules?" I asked, questions running off of my tongue.

Derek inhaled heavily, then exhaled before speaking. "Yeah. There is. You're right about all of those things." He said sadly. "It's heavily looked down upon for a werewolf and a human to be in a relationship, and even more so if they're both guys." My heart sank slightly more and more with each word.

"But that's not to say it doesn't happen." He stated more confidently, gripping our hands tighter together. He brought them up to his mouth and he kissed my hand gently. His lips were so soft, like a pillow.

"Am I safe?" I asked.

"I will do everything I can to make sure that you're safe, Stiles Stilinski."

I woke up panting, my mind still fresh from the dream. From the memory.

Did I even know Derek at all?