All That Glitters Is Silver

I screamed loudly, kicking wildly to be released. I was terrified out of my mind. Seconds ago, Scott had been coming towards me, looking different. Just before I could get a better look I had been slammed into. Hard.

I ached but I would deal with the pain later. Who was running off with my body over their shoulders like a sack of potatoes? They didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by my punches. I had never been so frightened in my life. I screamed for them to release me, kicking some more like a child having a tantrum.

Lifting my small fist again to hit the strong back I noticed it was all red. Blood covered my hands. I gasped, realizing after a minute of riding on this person’s back that it was drenched in blood.

I struggled to get a better look at his face. I could only see the hair but it looked awfully like Derek’s. In fear of hurting him more, I stopped wiggling around. Without the fondest idea of where we were headed, I closed my eyes, hoping that this was Derek. I felt safer in the forest now, guessing that this had to be Derek.

We had covered more ground then I would have dreamed possibly on foot in only a few minutes. It looked as if we were already at the clearing of Derek’s house. It had taken me ten minutes and I was pretty fit. But Derek was faster than humanly possible.

He slowed down abruptly. Slowly and carefully, he pulled me down. With a soft crunch, my feet were back on solid ground. I immediately took in Derek’s appearance. The whole front of his grey t-shirt was soaked in the vital red liquid. I gasped, reaching out to find the source of the wound. I touched the flap of his shirt and felt perplexed. There was no open wound where there should have been one with all the blood. There was only a healing gash that looked as if it had been scabbing for weeks.

“Wh—where is—why is—blood!” I blurted, not knowing what else to do. He detached my hands quickly from him, pulling back the flap, wincing a bit.

“I cut myself.” He grunted, glaring down at me. I ignored it.

“Derek,” I whispered, reached out again but he didn’t stop me this time. “What happened?” I pleaded.

He didn’t answer me. We stood there in silence. The moon illuminated his beautiful face and I felt like maybe he wasn’t human. He had godlike features and ran like an Olympian athlete. God knows how deep that gash was when he originally received it. I had half a mind to ask him if he was related to Edward Cullen but I was sure that reference was beneath him. That was foolish, I was being foolish. Derek was a normal human being; there was nothing supernatural about him.

“Derek,” I tried again.

“Nothing.” He replied this time.

“It looks like you either just murdered someone and rolled around in their blood or you were seriously injured.” I muttered, staring straight into his emotionless eyes. The amount of blood on him and me seemed like a deadly amount.

“I’m fine,” He said. I didn’t believe him. Well, I believe he was no longer injured, but I didn’t believe he was fine anymore. Not after finding his home earlier and what happened at the school.

“Physically, yes,” I swallowed, feeling intimidated by his gaze. “But you’re hurting.”

His tongue flickered out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. I stared at his lips, flashing back to our mind blowing kiss.

“You should go home.” It hurt briefly but I wasn’t going home until I got answers.

“Fine, take me home.” I countered, pulling at my stained shirt. “You can explain to my dad what happened and how I got all this blood on me.”

A look of confusion slipped across his face, I was unsure if it was because I accidentally told him I still lived with my parents or because he realized my white shirt was caked with his blood.

He nodded jerkily and his eyes softened as he looked back up at me. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He sighed, running a rough hand through his black hair. I nodded, unable to stop myself from feeling giddy about getting a formal invitation into his house.

As he turned around, facing his house, he hesitated for a moment. Derek turned back to me as if unsure what my reaction of his living quarters would be. He was unaware that I had trespassed earlier and was, consequently, unfazed by the appearance of his house. I told him to lead the way and he looked relieved that I wasn’t going to make any judgments.

He led the way across the gravel into the old, burned house. The peeling door creaked open at his touch and he waited for me to walk through before closing it behind us. I stepped inside, glancing around the slightly familiar room. Darkness still covered the house as Derek led the way, ending up at the stair case. I followed quietly behind him.

The floor boards squeaked underneath our combined weight and I couldn’t help but worry whether the floor would fall in. Derek didn’t say anything to me as we climbed higher. He kept walking when he reached the top, bringing me into another dark space that looked like a bedroom. Derek was bringing me into his bedroom.

My heartbeat sped up as I thought about it. This was just something innocent. He was bringing me to his room to clean me up, maybe let me borrow a shirt, but I couldn’t stop my hormones from hoping that he would kiss me again.

Derek’s room was clean like the rest of the house. It also looked just as inhabited as everything else, like he didn’t really live here at all. His walls were burnt like the others but I could still see faint blue wallpaper in parts. I stood by his black dresser, placing a hand on some of the trinkets as he rummaged through his drawers. He moved neatly folded shirts to the side as I picked up an old picture.

It was the same girl from the picture downstairs. She was much younger in this one. The picture was so sweet that I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The little girl and a five year old Derek sat together. It was one of those professional photos in black and white. The foresty scenery looked oddly familiar to me. His sister had her arms around him protectively, as if to say she’d never let anything bad ever happen to him. Derek was snuggled tightly in her arms, hugging her back. His gaze upon her like she was the best and most important person to him in the world. He looked so happy that it killed me to know something so terrible had happened to his family. I just wanted to know what that something was.

“What are you doing?” Derek demanded, slamming the drawer shut, a clean t-shirt clenched in his fist.

“Who is she?” I asked quietly, pointing at the girl.

His cold blue eyes brightened with sadness. Derek cleared his throat before answering, “She was my sister.”

“Was?” I whispered, almost feeling his pain. How could such a sweet girl have been ripped away from her brother?

He nodded jerkily, staring at the picture for a few moments.

“How did she die?” With the angry look Derek gave me, I was afraid I had asked too much, overstepped my boundaries. But he plopped down on his bed, sighing before he responded.

“She was murdered.”

I gasped, feeling tears burn my eyes. “By who?”

He shrugged, refusing to look into my eyes, “I don’t know.” Something told me he was lying.

“Who did it?” I asked again. This time he peered up at me with bright eyes swimming with emotion.

“The cops never found him, not like they were out doing too much to find the killer when they think it was me.” He spat.

“They think you did it?” I asked incredulously. “That’s ridiculous! You could never kill anyone.”

“You barely know me, how would you know what I’m capable of?” Derek muttered darkly. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his toughness.

“I would like to know you and I’m a pretty good judge of character. I got really good at it by observing everyone around me live happy permanent lives while I bounced around so much with my parents that I forgot what it was like to reach out and make friends.” I smiled lightly. His eyes squinted a bit as he took that in.

“So you moved around a lot.” He quipped.

“Still do. My dad’s job is unpredictable, like my Aunt Kate’s and Uncle Chris'.” His eyes widened as he sucked in quick breath, looking as if he was either going to be sick or punch someone. I furrowed my brows, taken aback by his strange reaction to that. I hadn’t revealed anything to create such an odd reaction.

“How old are you?” I asked. He seemed to be a little out of it.

“Uh—Twenty-two?” He said distantly. I nodded, my heartbeat picking up suddenly. Derek was six years older. And for some reason, it just made me want him even more.

I was afraid he’d ask me the same question so I changed the subject.

“What happened to the rest of your family?” This was the question he didn’t want to talk about. He snapped his head back to me, his eyes angry and full of hate.

“I think we’re done with the twenty questions today, don’t you think?”

“I just want to get to know you more, since our date plans kinda fell apart…” I said in a small voice, angry at myself for bringing up what I was sure was a horrible memory.

Derek sighed as my focus fell to the dusty floor.

“I’m sorry about that. I got caught up with other things.”

”I understand.” I nodded.

“I wanna make it up to you.” He told me earnestly.

“I’m sure you do.” I muttered, watching a dust bunny fly across the floor. A rough, warm hand gently wrapped around my chin, forcing me to look into his soulful eyes.

He sighed again, debating for a moment on what he should say to make it up to me. “You can ask me one more question, anything you want. Just not about what happened to my family.”

I nodded, knowing exactly what I wanted him to tell me.

“What happened tonight?”

Surprisingly, he barked out a chuckle. “Honestly, Cassie, you would ask the one other question I can’t tell you.”

“Can’t or wont?” I argued, jumping up as his hand fell. “You promised.”

“I take it back,” He told me, “Anything but what happened to my family and what happened tonight.”

“What can I ask you besides what happened tonight?” I huffed.

“What’s my favorite color? What’s my favorite kind of food? What do I do in my spare time? Easy.” He joked but I couldn’t find the humor in it. I wanted answers, not jokes.

“Those are basic boring questions. I want to know what happened tonight.” I muttered mutinously. He shook his head, fighting a smile. “If I can’t ask you what happened tonight, can you just listen to me talk about it?”

He sighed exasperatedly but nodded.

“You texted me to come to the school—” I started but he quickly interrupted.

“I never texted you.”

I frowned, “Yes, you did,” I took out my phone and showed him the message. He looked confused and appalled.

“I didn’t send you this.” His brows furrowed as a worried look covered his countenance.

“Then, who did?” I swallowed.

He seemed to be in deep concentration, mumbling things quietly, “To lore you...”

“Lore me? What?” My voice cracked, “Lore me where? For who?”

“Nothing,” He said regretfully, “Tell me what else you saw.”

I did what he told me to do, hoping to get more out of him. “I got to the school to see the doors open and Stiles’ jeep—” I stopped, feeling squeamish. There was no way I could tell him this story without letting him know I knew those kids.

“You know Stiles?” He interrogated, “How?”

Derek knew Stiles, too? I wanted to ask him the same question but I knew I was the one in trouble here. The cat was out of the bag, now. If I wanted answers, I was going to have to tell Derek the whole truth. If I wanted to have any kind of relationship with him, I had to be fully honest with Derek.

“Derek, I—the truth is—I don’t work at the hospital.” I said quickly, my cheeks reddening.

“What?” He asked loudly, not comprehending.

“I—I’m only—Jesus…” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck uncomfortably, “I’m only sixteen…” I mumbled so quickly that I hoped he didn’t hear. He had, however, and his eyes widened. He stood up himself, furious.

“What the hell do you mean, you’re only sixteen?” He said lowly. I looked sheepishly at the ground.

“Well, you never asked how old I was…you just assumed. So, technically, I never said I wasn’t sixteen…” I gulped. He laughed harshly, pacing around the room.

“I’m sorry, Derek,” I whispered, “I just wanted you to talk to me…to like me…I—I really like you and I don’t know why I did it…I should have been honest from the beginning...God, I’m so stupid!” I rambled incoherently, unable to stop the tears. I felt dumb and childish, which would probably just infuriate Derek further but I had put myself out there, something I hadn’t done in years. I moved around too much to make connections and here I was, foolishly hoping Derek would be different. I was wrong.

“I should go.” I said weakly, taking his jacket off, “You probably don’t want me having this anymore. You don’t have to worry about this, Derek. I’ll won't bother you again.” I threw his warm jacket on the bed and stormed out the door. I practically ran down the stairs but somehow Derek caught up with me.

He grabbed my arm, pull me back to face him. Our faces were inches away from each other. “No,” He said plainly.

“No?” I sniffed, confused.

“No! You can’t just leave after just dropping something that big on me!” He said frantically.

“Don’t you want to me leave and never come back?” I whispered, trying to look away but his hurting eyes kept me there.

“Why would I want that?” He whispered, looked shocked with himself, as well as me.

“Because I’m just a kid.” I confessed, “You don’t know me, Derek. You can easily end things now and not give me a second thought.”

“But it’s not that easy!” His warm breath beating my face. “I do know you, Cassie. And, God knows why, I wanna know more! I can’t walk away…”

“Why?” I whispered, marveled by his unsuspected words.

He didn’t seem to have a response to that. My eyes fell to his lips for the second time tonight. They were merely inches away, inviting me in. My tongue dabbed my own lips as I looked back up at his eyes, begging he’d answer my question.

“Would you believe that for once in my life I don’t have a rational explanation for that?” Before I could respond his lips were on mine once again. My heart fluttered uncontrollably in my chest as my hands swung around his neck, pulling myself in further. Derek’s arms wrapped around my back as we kissed hungrily for a few moments before his hands began to roam. I gasped a bit as his warm hands pulled the side of my shirt up a little, caressing my bare skin.

He pulled away briefly, looking at me with concern, “What’s wrong?”

I grinned wildly, pushing my lips back onto his for round two. I didn’t really know what I was doing but it felt right. We started moving towards the wall and I felt my back hit it lightly. Derek grabbed my leg and without thinking I hopped up, straddling him. I had no idea what was getting into me. This was all going so fast but I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t.

Derek walked me back up the stairs effortlessly. We didn’t break apart again until we were back in his room. He set me down and it was as if some sexually confident woman had temporarily possessed my body. I glanced up at Derek’s eyes, smiling seductively before pushing him backwards lightly onto his bed. He looked shocked as I crawled over him, clasping my lips against his again. His tongue slipped in as I tugged at his shirt. He allowed me to pull it off with little difficulty. My eyes lingered a bit on his abs, they almost looked photo shopped. I noticed a black tattoo with three swirl-like objects on his nicely toned back.

We kissed passionately for a few more minutes until nothing was between us but our underwear. He pulled back again, his eyes looking so vulnerable that I was almost afraid to go any further.

“Maybe we should—” He started. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the white t-shirt he'd pulled out for me to wear. Funny how me being mysteriously covered in his blood led to this. I had no use for the t-shirt now.

“Do you want me?” I interrupted, feelings embarrassed as soon as the words left my lips. His eyes flickered down my body, his own pale cheeks flushing a bit.

“Of course. I just think this is going really fast.” He swallowed, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked carefully.

I was unsure if he was asking himself or me that question. I nodded fervently, knowing how reckless and stupid this was. I should have told him I agreed and stopped, like I was sure he wanted to. This was my first time and it should have been special with someone I loved. But I didn’t stop to tell him that; I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted experience. I wanted love.

"I want you, Derek Hale." I breathed, giving him a small nervous smile.

“Okay,” He whispered and smashed his lips greedily up against mine.