My Love for Derek Hale *Discontinued*

Tattoo

I climb up a tree and hide in the shadows. I close my eyes and open them to my wolf vision. I scan the area and don't see anything. I sigh and start climbing down. As soon as my toe touches the ground, I'm snatched up. "Dammit, Derek."

He laughs and sets me back down. "You are terrible at this game."

I sigh. Me and Derek have been playing 'hunt' all night. I see it as something to train me better. "What did I do wrong this time?"

"One, your sigh of relief was pretty loud. Two, you made a huge mistake by wearing that jasmine perfume."

I roll my eyes. "Just shut up and kiss me."

He laughs and pulls me into a kiss. I kiss along his jaw and to his ear. I nibble on his ear and glide my tongue along the ridges. I hear him sigh. Right where I like him. The next night, me, Stiles and Scott go to a tattoo parlor in another part of town. Stiles jokes that we should get a tattoo of a lizard creature that looks suspiciously like the kanima. He then questions the meaning of our choice to get two simple black bands permanently inked around our arms.

"We don't know why we likes the design but that the act of getting a tattoo has meaning in itself," Scott says.

Me and Scott agreed to get the tattoo except I would put it on my right arm and he would put it on his left. Our tattoo artists provides a brief history of the art saying it goes back thousands of years. They explain that the Tahitian word for tattoo means 'to leave a mark', like a rite of passage. "Do you have a problem with needles?"

We both shake our head. "I...um..tend to..."

Before Stiles can finish his sentence, he faints. Once we're back in the Jeep, Stiles gives us ice to put on our bandaged arms. The pain starts to get really bad. The burning sensation makes me bite my lip and a tear slipped from my eye. Me and Scott takes off the bandages and watch the tattoo fade. I look at Scott and he looks confused. "I hated it," Stiles says, driving off.

We pull up at a stop light. They are discussing relationships, specifically how Scott is giving Allison the space she asked for. He hasn't called or texted all summer. He says he's not sure she'll return to Beacon Hills at all after all that happened. "I'm 100% sure she will be back," Stiles says.

I turn to see Allison and Lydia in the car next to us. Once the light changes, Stiles continues down the road but stops once Scott points out it looks like they're following the girls. I see Lydia stop up ahead too. While we're debating what to do, my heart starts to pound in my head and my throat to close up. Everything starts to slow around me, again.

I step out of the Jeep and I see a deer running right through the street and it's headed right for Lydia's car. I run down the street and stand in front of Lydia's car. I grab it by the antlers an try to guide it another away. It keeps running, pushing me against Lydia's car. For one second, I saw nothing but evil in its eyes. I growl and use one hand to snap its neck. When it falls dead, at me feet, everything picks up, as if time had resumed.

Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Allison are speechless. They are all staring at me with blank expressions. Lydia finally breaks the silence by saying she saw its eyes before it hit and it looked like it was crazy. Scott touches the deer and senses that it was terrified.

Stiles puts a hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"

I look up and he's, all of a sudden, spinning. But I ignore it, or try. "Yeah, I'm just..." My heart starts beating in my head again. "You're spinning. I'm gonna pass out."

And I do. The next morning, Scott is busy working out. One armed pull-ups while reading 'Call of the Will' by Jack London. I was finishing up reading 'White Fang' by Jack London when Scott's laptop beeped. A picture of him and Allison comes up as his wallpaper. It's our word of the day. Today's word is ephemeral with the adjective definition of lasting for a very short time. "The noun definition is 'An Ephemeral Plant'," Scott reads aloud.