It's just what you do / Derek Hale

Part 7

'Two mojito's please!' Danny screamed at the bartender, they had been here for a few hours now and actually, she really was enjoying herself, it was fun to be out with friends again without feeling sick.

The only thing irritating is that well, Stella liked to get drunk and high, and that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. She had been feeling rather agitated with everything today, and she had so hoped to get drunk. Instead, she would just go for a smoke, that always calmed her down.

'Danny! I'll be back!' She put her hands to her mouth as if she was already smoking so he know what she going to do, and left the building.

There was a line outside, full of excited people waiting to get in, but it was to busy for Stella to stay, her breathing suddenly got heavier as she turned around the corner, the sight of the full moon catching her eye. 'Fuck,' she whispered, feeling the pull to change get stronger. A slight panic came over her as she could feel her eyes change. 'Fuck, fuck,' she quickly grasped for her phone, trying to contact Derek as her claws appeared and disappeared every second.
To Derek:
@ gay club, fast

She leaned against the whole, counting to ten over and over. 'Think of Stiles,' she whispered softly, happy memories could bring her back. But it didn't change anything it just got harder and harder.

And when a couple passed by to get to there car, her eyes were hyperfocused on them, images of killing them flashing in front of her, her claws grew. 'Don't,' it was Dereks' voice, his figure suddenly in front of her.

He quickly grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her away from the building as she panted heavily. They stood near the forest as Derek started talking to her, in a soft way, trying to calm her down. 'You are strong enough to ignore this,' he started, still holding her wrist forcefully. She tried to hit him again, but this time he was prepared, grasping her hand with his free hand, immediately pulling both her hands behind her back, holding her close to him as she growled.

She pushed and pulled, pulling them both down as Derek started to get irritated with this woman.

Derek pulled her closer to him, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other still holding her hands back. 'There has to be another way,' he whispered to himself, last time she had calmed down was because he hurt her, and he really didn't want to hurt her again.

'Keep talking,' she grunted, trying her best to stay calm, yet still feeling the urge to just turn around and throw his head against the tree. 'Does it help?' His hand slight brushed over her arm, making it difficult to focus on his voice, her claws grew again, pushing into his stomach without her even realising. He pushed her away slightly, still holding onto both arms.

'Apparently not, the hard way than,' he let go of her, jumping up just as she did.

She immediately turned around, turning to attack him. 'Come and get me, dear,' she had fully turned by now, charging herself at him, but only receiving a hit across the face, throwing her directly on the ground.

He waited for a second, but she didn't get up, instead her face went back to normal as she grasped for air. 'Not a smart decision, huh?' There was little respect to be heard in his voice, clearly angry that it had to go this way again. 'I don't want to do this anymore,' she grunted, rolling on her back before she got up, wiping the blood away.

'Rematch?' She asked after, as if she was dealing with major moodswings her eyes flashing again as she charged at him again.

This time she went for the legs, throwing him on the ground as she tried to scratch at him, but he had it under control. In a swift moment he pushed her off him, growling at her as if around the corner there were no people, hearing this all happen.

As she jumped at him again, he grabbed her by the wrist once more, trying the technique from earlier. She growled and panted, trying to get loose from his grip.

Derek didn't give up, he held onto her as strongly as he leaned himself against the tree. The growling suddenly stopped, and she seems to calm down as she let the back of her head rest against his shoulder. She breathed loudly for awhile, getting back to normal. 'Don't ever fucking try that again,' Derek spoke, letting go off one of her hands, but still holding her close to him.

'Well, personally, I don't have much control over it,' she sarcastically responded, still angry and willing to bang his head against the concrete any second. 'Next time, I won't just hit you,' his mouth was near her ear by now, his low voice sending shivers down her spine. She took her free hand to wipe the blonde hair out of her voice.

'You think I want this? Let me go-' she shifted against his body, trying to pull loose from his grip. 'So u can charge at me again?' He barked at her, making the situation more dangerous. 'I won't baby you, you have to learn how to control yourself before you kill somebody!' Her nails grew again, and as Derek felt them slowly and softly trying to find the right place where she would stab him with them he spoke again,'or get yourself killed.'

He grew his nails of his free hand, tracing the along her jawline and stopping at her artery, slowly pulling the hair back from her neck. 'Really want to do that?' He asked, she turned her head and tried to bite, making him grab her face.

He was silent for a while as they stood there, clearly struggling with holding her in his grip as she tried to fight him off. It went on for an hour or so, the struggle ending with both of them on the ground again as Derek sat with his legs open and stretched out, the girl sitting between them  with her back to his stomach and his hands holding her back from tearing him to pieces.

And finally, the battle stopped, she laid her head on his shoulder again before she went back to normal, her eyes shut.

'Oh my god, you are asleep aren't you?' Derek whispered to himself as he tried to get a better look of the girl. She was pretty. Amazingly pretty. The moonlight shone right on her face and she was laying her, between his legs as he held her and she looked at peace.

No stress, nothing. And than the little snores came. 'Oh god,' Derek whispered as he hit his head against the tree out of irritation. It was cute though, he must admit.

'Stella, please wake up,' he whispered, part of him didn't want to wake her up and just stay there for a while, but the other part really wanted to not be sitting on wet leaves and sticks for much longer. 'I am taking you home,' he shifted under her, but she didn't react.