Caution.Purpose.Faith--A Derek Hale Story--COMPLETE
“Hi.” Meg was embarrassed from the way her voice squeaked, clearing her throat she grinned bashfully.
“Mind telling me where I am?” Derek was astounded by her lack of fear, he expected screaming, a tantrum and possible basic survival instincts to kick in but she looked completely at ease from her seat on the bed. Derek listened intently to the rhythm of her heart beat, it was slightly elevated, and maybe she was putting up a front?
“My place.” Derek answered nonchalant.
“Ah I see.” Her gaze moved around the interior once again before falling on to him. “Nice place you got here.” Was she trying to be polite? This isn’t the normal response you give to a kidnaper, or maybe Derek simply lacked experience.
“So, were you the one who saved me last night? Or was that just a really vivid nightmare?”
“And you brought me here because…”
“I didn’t know where you lived-“
“Also, you were bitten by a werewolf.”
“Yes well…excuse me?” Megra reeled back in shock, staring at Derek incredulously.
“A werewolf, since you survived you will be turning into one.” Derek waited for a response for his blunt statement but she simply stared with wide amber eyes and her mouth a gape, then suddenly her body began to tremble from the laughter that shook her body. Derek deadpanned, watching her clutching her stomach and continue to laugh uncontrollably until they died down and the grin on her face melted to one of soberness.
“Oh…you are serious?” Derek nodded silently and she continued to stare as if analyzing him, then she began to nibble at her lower lip contemplatively.
“Um, has anyone suggested therapy?”
Derek gritted his teeth at her remark, clenching his fists to resist the urge to punch a wall, taking a deep quiet breath Derek spoke again.
“This isn’t a joke Megra.”
“Whoa, how do you know my name?!” She exclaimed suddenly on her feet ready for a dash.
“It’s written on your ID.”
“That’s beside the point; you are a werewolf like me.” Derek stated taking a bold step towards her; Meg crossed her arms over her chest defensively.
“You are a werewolf too?” She asked.
“Yes, I can help you; we are one of the same.”
“Um ha-ha, no we are not, you are crazy and I am perfectly sane.” Derek was beginning to grow annoyed by her denial, she just refused to believe in the facts or maybe it’s just because she was hearing all of this from a complete stranger, but Derek can be persistent too.
“Is it really that hard to believe? Think back to last night when you were attacked, was it an ordinary man? And from the amount of wounds that were inflicted on you, you should be dead but your body has completely healed because the he gave you the bite.” She stared thoughtfully her mind wandering to last night’s events; she averted her gaze to the mattress below her before looking to Derek again.
“The bite,” She inquired.
“Then where is this bite?” Derek knew she was looking for evidence of the curse but he had to tell her the truth.
“Right…Well I need proof.” Meg stated with a stubborn lift of her chin.
“Proof,” Derek snapped disbelievingly.
“Yes, it’s what people need to be convinced otherwise you are just plain insane.” She informed almost snootily. Derek’s jaw clenched and marched to her, Meg stared with wide eyes when he cornered her into the wall behind her before swiftly caging her under him, he looked dead into her eyes and Meg couldn’t look away.
“Here is your proof.” He murmured with dark promise, Meg watched wide eyed as his mesmerising grey eyes began to turn into a bright crimson. His lips curled up in a snarl and Meg saw the evident peak of canines that began to grow from the deeps of his gums and out for her to see. She was suddenly aware of the dangerous situation she was in, trapped between those same types of creature that had attacked her last night, her mouth responded on its own. This was something new; he was something completely different and all together deadly.
“Mother!-”Meg screamed pressing herself against the wall struggling to form a distance between them. He smiled amused by her reaction and the satisfaction of seeing her eat her own words. Derek expected her to be traumatised for a good period of time, but she recovered sooner then he predicted, much sooner. The previous fear in her eyes morphed into curiosity, her gaze never leaving his sharp canines, her eyebrows that were raised in disbelief were softening into one of interest.
“Are those real?” Before Derek could pull back she had reached out and sharply poked one of his teeth, Derek took a step back in surprise when she yelped pricked by the razor-sharpness of his tooth.
“Freaking hell!” she wagged her wrist around at a fail attempt to diminish the pain before inspecting the dot of a wound oozing with blood. Derek shook his head in disbelief; the woman was certainly something else, and not at all what he expected from the terrified teenager he saved the night before.
“Ha! If I am a werewolf why is this not healing?” she pointed out in triumph shoving the bleeding finger before Derek’s eyes, he continued to stare sternly.
“Because you got it from an Alpha and you are a Beta.”
Alpha, Beta this is insane!
“Yeah, you are an Alpha-weirdo and I Beta gets the heck out of here.” Meg snapped trying to push past him but Derek wouldn’t budge, although slightly taken back by her pun he refused to let her leave without her accepting the truth.
“Listen here, you are going to be turning into a werewolf and since you are a woman it will be happening twice a month not just on the full moon, so unless you do not want to end up killing someone, you will accept my help.” Meg stared deep in to his grey eyes and saw no deceit, he was serious? Now that Meg thought about it, she felt the absence of her thick framed glasses yet she could see fine without, unless she magically restored her 20/20 vision she knew something was abnormally wrong. But Meg didn’t feel any different, she feels the same as she did the moment she entered the town, how did things turn out this way? She only came to visit her childhood friends not catch lycanthropy.
“So I am really going to become this…thing on the next full moon?” Meg uttered unsurely, Derek nodded in reply.
“Yes you will.” Meg sighed not pleased with the answer, a werewolf? Her mind flashed to the night before when she was attacked, the same fear and helplessness she felt consumed her and Meg felt her heart race. Derek heard it, that heavy thudding of her heart beat, her gaze was distant and Derek knew she was starting to remember what happened to her, it was all coming back.
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