It's just what you do / Derek Hale

Part 10

'Bruce!' Stella screamed as she jogged after him, sending a jealous feeling through Dereks body as he heard it, still sitting in his car.

'You have a cig?' She asked, Bruce stopping dead in his track. 'Yes,' he answered turning to Stella, getting closer. 'Does that guy need one as well?' There was a tone of anger. 'What? No, I'm here alone,' she responded, giving him a I'm sorry smile. He gave her one. Smoked one with her even.

'You put me to shame you know, right in front of Jackson,' Bruce stood in front of the girl as she looked up at him. 'I didn't mean to,' she took a drag, trying to not show the distrust she had in this situation.

'You don't feel sorry,' he took a step closer, as Stella tried to back away from him, he grabbed her wrist, his eyes turning yellow. 'What?' She was to confused to respond, to confused to react when he slashed through her face.

'Sorry now?' He asked, pushing her down before she could react.

She tried to get up, to fight back but something was holding her back. He sat on top of her, 'sorry now?!' He screamed as he made another cut on her face. 'Or will you be sorry once you are dead?' He questioned, a sociopathic smile on his face as he trailed down her neck.

'Do-don't,' Stella begged, she just couldn't get angry with this. 'Why not?' He questioned, pushing his nails down between her ribs, leaving another cut as she grunted and screamed. Another slash down her arm as he smiled. And another one. 'Stop!' She screamed, but he kept going, bringing damage to her she had never felt before, pain she had never felt before.

'You won't have a chance,' it was a low growl coming from the left, a growl she would have remembered if she hadn't been of the verge of passing out.

The boy jumped up, as the man on the left made his own power visible, the boy ran, and kept running.

'Stella,' the man ran toward her, falling on his knees next to her. 'Stay with me okay,' he whispered, carefully picking her up. 'Stay here,' her eyes fluttered open and shut.

'Derek?' She mumbled, her head rolling back as he tried to support her. 'Yes, I am here. You are safe,' he responded, carrying her to his car once again. 'Stay awake, okay? For once, I really do not want to hear that snoring, you have to stay awake,' he looked down at her, her eyes were closed but she mouthed a 'yes'. The blood dripping from her cheek as he tried to keep her awake, her body felt fragile and heavy in his arms.

'I am putting you in the back, u have to stay awake,' he spoke as he opened the door. 'Bring me home,' she mumbled, trying to stay awake as best as she could.

'Yeah, I will, just stay with me, let it heal, okay? Don't go and pull stupid shit now,' he said, making sure it sound serious. If there was one thing he realised from Stella is that she only listened if you gave her clear and rude orders. 'Okay,' she responded as he put her in the back of his car, quickly climbing into the car himself.

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When Stella opened her eyes again, she was in her room, at home. And in a lot of pain.

A figure hung above her but she couldn't make clear who it was. 'Stella,' he spoke, making her remember that it was Derek that had brought her here in the first place.

She grunted under the light touch he brought to her cheek. 'I want a cig,' she tried to smile, but it hurt the cut in her cheek, so she quickly stopped. Derek grinned, 'here she is again,' he said.

'You have to let your powers in now okay, they have to heal you, you won't,' he was silent for a second, looking into her eyes, 'you won't make it otherwise, okay? Just for once listen when I tell you this,' the girl tried to nod, she tried to listen but it didn't do anything.

'Why won't it heal?' She asked. Derek searched for her hand. 'I'll help,' he said, taking away the pain, putting it on himself to start the healing process.

'I-I don't want to let it heal, Derek,' she spoke, receiving a confused look from the man. 'What?' He asked, not understanding what she was babbling on about. 'If I use it, I will hurt people,' she mumbled, the blood dripping from her mouth as she talked.

'I will make sure you don't,' he spoke, still holding her hand as he kneeled beside the bed, dabbing away the blood as she cringed and tensed under him.

'You didn't want to hurt him,' he muttered. 'You didn't do anything, because you couldn't deal with the thought of hurting him,' he made clear to himself.

'I-I used to have this boyfriend, a year ago,' she took a pause for breath as Derek kept wiping at her face. 'I loved him, but I used to go out and drink, and get high, a lot, I still could do that because I had fully locked it out, he never wanted to come along,' she gasped for air as Derek touched a wound.

'He did, only once he came with me, he never made it back, Derek. We had a fight and I had been drinking,' she got quieter. 'I left without him,' by now she was almost breaking out into a cry, Dereks hand tightening around hers.

'I don't want to hurt you, Derek, I don't want to let it in,' she spoke softly, closing her eyes again, trying not to drift away.

'It's okay, you won't, I can protect myself if you try, you have it under control now, Stella,' he said, getting closer to her face as he wiped away a tear.

'I am here, and you have to let yourself heal because I need you to stay here as well,' he spoke again, a concerned look on his face as her eyes rolled back, almost passing out again.

Derek rested a kiss on her forehead, whispering words of comfort as he took in the story.

The wounds slowly started to heal, the smaller once first. 'Yeah, you're doing a great job,' Derek said, not once letting go of her hand. 'It's going to be okay,' he muttered, his lisp resting against her cut-free cheek. She kept her eyes closed as the wounds kept healing, she laid there for an hour, Derek keeping watch over her as he held her hand.