Short, tan skinned girl with shy green eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome with glowing green eyes. Completely different, both the same. Their eyes show the pain that has been left there from years of damage.
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"You should stay away from me," Derek...
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Derek's POV No sleep came last night, for I was in pain and this morning, felt so weak I could barely get up. Stiles barges in my room with Tia behind him. I give her a small smile as I put my jacket on, pain shooting through my arm. "Get your ass down stairs," Stiles says, taking deep breaths. I glance at Tia for her to give me a better explanation of what's happening. "Derek; he's been hurt really bad," she tells me. That's enough for me to drop my bag and run down the stairs, almost falling. Scott is trying to talk to him, while my parents look surprisingly worried. "What happened?" I demand. His face is pale, lips chapped and slowly breathing. Lydia steps out from behind Isaac, looking at the ground. "I'm sorry," she sobs. I'm too concerned about Derek to want an explanation from her. I bend down in front of Derek, his dull eyes following me. "What happened?" I ask him, looking at his arm that seems to have some sort of bite mark. "Peter, he's alive now," he tells me. My heart stops for a second. I squeeze his hand. May the light that shines from deep inside, Flow ever out, and never hide. May the shining light within his soul. Heal him now, and make him whole. May the light that shines so very bright. Help heal the pain, on this night. May the shining light within his core, Bring peace and love, forever more. His breathing returns to normal and the wound closes. His natural tan caramel skin color returns and his eyes are bright again. Everyone looks at me in shock. "What?" I ask. "How did you do that?" He asks me, standing and helping me up as well. I want to be able to say something but can't. "I don't know." He kids and brushes my hair back. Stiles claps his hands together. "So now we have a witch. How great," he says. The sound of that makes a shiver run down my spine. "There's no such thing as witches," my mom says. My dad looks down at her. "A few days ago you thought there was no such thing as werewolves." She glares at him. Ignoring them, I walk up the stairs, leading Derek and the others with me. "So your a witch? Can cast spells?" Scott asks me. I shrug, biting my lip nervously. "I don't even know how I did that," I tell him. "Words just popped into my head and he healed. Maybe there's still some mate power in me." They all nod. Even if that isn't the best reason we can come up with, we're desperate. The door opens and Melissa walks in. Scott looks confused. "Mom? I swear I didn't-" "Its nothing you did...this time. I just need to talk to Aiden alone for a second," she says. They all look at me and I nod. Derek's hand lingers in mine and the door closes behind them. "Do you remember...the other night when you called me mom?" She asks. My eyes widen. "No, I don't remember that at all. I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable." She squeezes my hand. "Its perfectly fine, I always call you my daughter when talking about you," she says with a smile. "Just keep respect for your real one, but don't let her push you around." I hug her like a daughter would her mom when she's hurt, my eyes closes and completely relaxed cause she males me feel safe. She kisses my forehead. "I love you." My eyes water. "I love you too." She chuckles when we were talking in the hall among the boys. "Derek Hale," she says with a grin. A blush makes it way to my cheeks. "I know its a illegal, but you make one hell of a hot couple. Your kids would be-" "I know, beautiful. I've though about that a million times." She shakes her head at me and opens the door. The boys walk back in and sit on my bed. Derek leans down so he can whisper in my ear. "You think about our future kids?" I smile. "All the time." ××××× Derek's POV "You can put the gun down," I tell Aiden as she holds it in her small hand. She holds it out in front of her, as if testing it out. "My dad used to take Stiles and I to the stations shooting range and teach us how to use them the right way." She sets it down and places it on the table with the others and picks up a different one. She's enjoying this all too much. She's definitely Stiles's sister and Stilinski's daughter. I take it from her and set it back down. "You dony have to use it now." She laughs at me, placing her hand on my stomach. "Why don't you like guns?" I look back at them, shrugging. "I've never had to use one, so I don't know...maybe because I've been shot at. Repeatedly. By your friends family!" She glares playful. "I don't even like the thought of you having to use one." She looks at me and shrugs. "With crazy faceless assassins running around, tying to kill us, I think I need something to protect myself." I hate that she's right. "I can-" "You need to protect yourself too. And your not always going to be there to rescue me, nor do I want you to all the time." "You do know I would heal if I got shot right?" She sighs, looking at the guns. "I know you would Derek, but how would you feel if you were defenseless when by yourself?" I run my hand down her side, pulling her close. "The last time we were together and you were a human, you got seriously hurt...I thought dead. I'm not gonna risk something happening to you again." My jaw clenches as I think back to what happened. She reaches up and cups the side of my neck. "I'm right here, not going anywhere. But I won't be if you don't let me defend myself." I nod. "You can protect me all you want, but I'm not wanting to see you die this time." She runs her hand up my arm and rests it on my scuffed cheek. "I know I need to shave," I say with a chuckle. She giggles and kisses my Adams apple since that's all she can reach right now. I bend down down and kiss bee gently. My favorite kisses with Ber have to be the ones like this; slow, loving, just enjoying being close to each other. "Just shave it lightly, so there's mild scruff, like when we first met," she says and sits down next to the window. I take my phone out and sneak a picture of her. She's so beautiful. "I dony want to go home," she says. "Why don't you go to Allison's? Or Lydia's?" I ask. "I feel bad you can't just stay here. You wouldn't be able to sleep since I'm training the pack tonight and have to be on alert for Peter." She nods, walking over and grabbing her bag. "I'm just gonna go to Scott's for the night," I say. His eyes harden. I know what's going through his head. "What bed will you be sleeping in?" He asks harshly. Possessive...sexy. "Melissa's. Scott is like a brother to me. He's my best friend, that would be weird." ××××× Melissa opens the door on the third knock. Its raining violently hard and the lights are out throughout town. She let's me in and hands me a lighter to help with the candles. "Can I stay here tonight? I know my parents will lecture me about Derek and I, then yell at each other," I say. She nods. We sit on the couch after lighting neatly fitness candles down here. "I've been talking to your dad about something very important," she says. I wait for her to continue. "You staying with me for a few months. Maybe having a female around will ease you and you can relax." I smile widely at her. "Are you serious?" She nods with a beautiful smile. "I would love that. Thank you so much." ××××× Lydia, Allison, Tia, Jackson, Scott, Stiles, Isaac, and I are all sitting in a circle on the living room floor with a empty root beer bottle in the center. Melissa got called into work, so they all came and we decided tahr playing spin the bottle would be a good idea. Of course, I don't feel at all want to do this. The only person I feel comfortable kissing his Derek. "Lydia your turn," Tia announces as she gets done giving Stiles a very short kiss. Our red headed friend spins the bottle and it lands on me. Everyone oohhh'sand Ahhhh's. We lean in and peck each other on the lips. This isn't the first time we've kissed. When we were fifteen, we kissed to experiment a little and both hated it. I spin the bottle and it lands on Scott. This makes everyone laugh. "Oh hell no," Stiles groans. This is one of his worst nightmares come true in front of his very eyes. Scott and I lean in until our lips are pressed together and slowly kiss. His hand cups my cheek as mine does the same to his neck. We pull back and return to our seats. Our eyes lock for a second and we both blush.
