Mad Hunter ✿ Derek Hale

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Elizabeth drove quickly to the Animal Clinic as if Derek's life depended on it.

Because it did.

So when she arrived, she walked in and her eyes widened to see Derek shirtless, laying on the floor unconscious.

"Where the hell is the bullet?" Elizabeth shouted as she ran towards Derek and Stiles. Stiles moved as she hovered over him, holding his face in her hands.
"Derek? Wake up, Derek!" She said, smacking his face gently. She inhaled as his pale face felt cold in her hands.
"Got it!" Scott yelled.

She balled her hand into a fist, and swung it towards him, but his large hand clamped it in his own.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, watching as she sighed.
"Thanking God I was stopped from breaking my fist." She answered.

Her eyes peeled away from Derek as he leaned his hands on the metal table, and he bit off the tip of the bullet. He hit it against the table, and a powder like substance poured out.

Derek caught the lighter as Scott tossed it to him. He quickly lit it on fire, and everyone minus Derek stepped back.

Elizabeth swallowed as he rubbed it over the wound, and he hissed in pain. She and Stiles looked away as he moved it around inside of the wound, and he screamed aloud.

As he fell to the floor, the three watched as the dark veins that ran up his arm turned to their natural color, and the wound was gone.

Elizabeth sighed of relief.

Derek stood to his feet.
"How do you feel?" She asked.
"Fine." He answered.

Elizabeth stood outside, waiting for Scott. Derek walked out, and looked at her.
"Why did you help me?"
"Because you were going to die." She answered calmly.

Derek shook his head. "You're an Argent; a Hunter. Wouldn't you want to kill me?"
She looked up at him, his green eyes meeting hers, and she shivered.
"I never wanted to be a Hunter." She told him. "And I certainly don't like their code."

Derek didn't say anything, and she shoved her hands into her pockets.
"I need to go." She muttered, walking past him.
Derek turned to look at her as she stopped.
"You're welcome."

Derek stayed silent and watched as she crouched into her car, pulling out of the parking lot.

Scott and Stiles appeared, and Derek sighed.

Elizabeth arrived home minutes after midnight, and she felt like a walking zombie as she made it up the stairs.
She stepped into the bathroom, and turned the shower head on. She pulled off her clothes and stepped into the hot water, sighing as it relaxed her tensed muscles.

She pushed her hair out of her face, and pressed her hands to the wall. Her mind swirled at the thought of Derek Hale, and how he was a werewolf.

Was she supposed to kill him?

She closed her eyes as the water flowed down her face, and she breathed out of her mouth. Fighting off a head ache, she quickly washed her hair and body before getting out.

She wrapped a towel around herself and walked into her bedroom, closing and locking the door. She pulled a pair of shorts and a sweater out of her closet, pulling them on with garments.

She brushed her hair out, and lay on her bed with a huff. She looked towards the window, only seeing the dark night sky.

She focused on the eye contact she made with Derek, and how green they were. It affected her, causing her to sigh uneasily.
Derek Hale couldn't be a killer...

Right?

Gif is shirtless Derek because holy