The Unforgotten Revenge - Derek Hale Fanfiction

Chapter One - Moving In

Danielle's P.O.V.

After being away from Beacon Hills for 8 years I have finally chosen to move back in with my mom's friend Melissa and Scott McCall temporarily until I find a place for my own. Melissa is my mom's best friend and Scott is her son. I haven't seen Scott since I have left Beacon Hills to move to Toronto and go to school to study fashion and art. I hope we get used to each other in a short amount of time. He is just 5 years younger than me. I am 22 and he is 16.

I walk through the busy airport with my luggage looking for Melissa. I hear someone call my name and I look to my right to see Melissa with Scott. I run over to them and hug Melissa followed by Scott. I look at how much Scott has grown through the past 8 years of his life. His height about 5'10 and he's looking pretty built.

"You've grown so much little guy." I laugh and mess up his hair.

He just fake pouts and doesn't say anything.

"Well, let's get home and get you settled in because I have a shift in about 2 hours." Melissa says looking at her watch.

We all get in the car with me sitting in the backseat, Scott sitting in the passenger seat and Melissa driving.

"How long does your shift take?" I ask Melissa.

"Usually the whole night." she answers. I nod and continue looking out at the window enjoying the view and having random thoughts run through my mind.

The car ride takes about an hour long. Scott helps me with my luggage and he leads me up to my new room. I look around and see a queen sized bed with black and white bed sheets. I see an empty desk in the far right corner with a red chair. The carpet had black, red and white horizontal stripes,the carpet was not too big to fill up the room but it was the right size. I loved it! It was my 3 favourite colours and I'm guessing mom told Melissa.While Scott helps me we talk about Toronto and what has changed in Beacon Hills and what's happening in his life right now. Well Stiles still has a crush on Lydia. Scott has a girlfriend but they're secretly dating because her parents don't approve for some reason. I didn't ask why because he would've told me if he wanted to. I didn't want to push him.

"Wanna see it?" Scott asks me after helping me put my clothes in my wardrobe, pencils, pencil crayons and my papers on my desk for my sketches. I already knew what he was talking about. I asked Scott to find and buy me a motorcycle that I asked for and sent him the money about a month ago. He didn't take any photos to show me and didn't explain how it even looked, I guess he wanted to make a surprise.

I eagerly nodded and we went downstairs. Scott told Melissa that we're gonna check out the bikes and maybe go for a ride around Beacon Hills. I took my phone with me just in case. We headed out the door and Scott opened the garage... And I was amazed! I saw a black and silver bike with a black, red and white coloured helmet on top of the seat. Beside it was another bike that was green, black and white with the number 32 written on it. Scott made his way over to his bike and started putting his helmet on. He looked at me with a worried expression on his face.

"What? You don't like it?!" he asked looking terrified.

"I don't like it. I love it!" I blurted out smiling really big.

I got onto my bike and we started to ride. I felt the wind brushing through my hair. I let my eyes glow red for just a second hoping no one saw. This is one of the best days of my life. I felt excitement run through my body the whole time. We stopped in front of Stiles' house. I jumped off my bike and Scott knocked on the door. I saw Mr.Stilinski standing in front of the door with a smile.

"Who's this?" Mr.Stilinski smiled looking at me.

"You don't remember? It's me Elizabeth Danielle." I told him.

"Oh! Parker!" he yelled and he gave me a big hug.

"I- c-an't br-e-athe." I chocked out.

"Uh, sorry," he apologized and let go.

"It's okay. Where's Stiles?" I asked him.

"Upstairs" he simply replied and continued to drink his coffee. We walked upstairs and knocked on Stiles' door. He opened the door looking surprised to see me.

"He-ey" he spoke in a louder tone looking over at Scott making the 'who the fuck is this?' look at him.

"Hey Stiles," I hugged him. He took his time to hug me back. We pulled away after like 5 seconds.

"It's me Dani!" I told him.

"Wait... What?!" he asked looking confused, "but your hair and your whole self," he said amazed looking me up and down.

"Yeah, stop drooling and let us in please." I said brushing past him and into his room. Stiles whispered something over to Scott, I didn't take my time to listen even though I had the ability to. With Scott's and Stiles' heartbeat there was another one in the room. I glanced at Stiles and he looked like he was about to shit himself. I could tell he was hiding something or someone.

"Okay, Mr.Stilinski and Mr.McCall, what are you hiding?" I asked getting curious. I could tell the person was hiding in Stiles' closet but I didn't want to make it obvious.

"What? Pshh. What could we be possibly hiding?" Stiles said still keeping his 'I'm so close to shitting myself' face.

"Stiles, you look like you're about to shit yourself." I said in a 'duh' tone.

"It's because he saw you looking like a totally different person," Scott said cutting in with a straight face. Wow, he's gotten better at lying, I didn't even hear his heart skip a beat.

"Bullshit" I said under my breathe. "Do you want to tell me what's up or should I figure it out myself?" I asked warning them the last time. They just shrugged and Stiles sat down on his bed and Scott on a chair. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the closet and as I walked closer I could hear the person's heartbeat increasing, it's like it could hear my footsteps getting closer which was impossible because I was walking really carefully trying not to make a sound. I could tell he was trying his best to stay calm. I swiftly opened the wardrobe and looked up at a built figure. My eyes meeting with his eyes. I looked him up and down. Luckily, I was good at keeping my heartbeat in it's usual rhythm because of Peter's help.

"Now if you're done staring, can I please get out?" he asked with his eyebrows furrowed together.

'Wow, he's a sour one.' I said to myself.