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Chapter Seven:

Stiles POV

    Stiles was unsure where he was at. A large meadow stretched before him, the wind making the weeds dance sideways. The sun was obscured behind the clouds, its rays trickling through the gray, white mass. The air was a bit chilly and Stiles shivered. He cradled his arms around him when he suddenly caught a glimpse of something to his left. He quickly turned, his eyes rapidly moving, trying to spot whatever he had seen.

  A dark silhouette figure filled his field of vision. A sound of pure shock came from Stiles. The figure was Derek Hale and he was holding something in his hands. Stiles moved forward to get a better look at what it was. When he saw it, his stomach trembled with disturbance and confusion painted itself all over him. It was a heart, bloody and beating fast beats. Derek smirked and his fingers curled around the heart, suffocating it. Its beats were staring to come slow and Stiles felt a dizzy sensation that brought him down to his knees. Standing above him and still smirking, Derek squeezed the heart harder.

    Stiles screamed. He didn’t understand what was happening. It felt as if he were the heart that was being violently treated upon. He wished to die so he wouldn’t have to feel this pain before. The pain was almost as worse as Derek not loving him back. Derek. Stiles looked up at him through tearful and half squinted eyes. The man he loved stared back at him with an emotional expression. Stiles reached his hand out, about to touch Derek when his surrounding shifted to darkness. Now Stiles was falling.  His body plummeted to the unknown and that terrified him.

   As he was falling, his tears smacked against his face. The wetness rolled down to his chin. He didn’t know how but Stiles could feel himself coming closer to the bottom. His name was then being loudly called. Stiles paused his fear and listened closely to the voice that he swears he knows from somewhere.

  “Stiles!”

    The light bulb in his head glowed bright and Stiles realized who the person was.

 “Derek?” his voice was soft with uncertainty.

    He was so confused. His body then broke into a shaking spasm. Stiles didn’t know what to do. He seemed to have no control over his body as it continued to shake crazily. It was like an outside force was controlling him, making him a puppet. Stiles screamed again. The shaking was becoming harsh and something pinched him sharp in his arm. Wet, blood trickled the surface of it.  Fingers latched at Stiles neck and the darkness he was in slithered away in a vanish. Stiles heart sputtered heavily, he was staring in the worried eyes of Derek. The sour wolf then did the unthinkable well according to Stiles.

    His arms coiled around him and pulled him close into his touch. Stiles forehead lightly met Derek’s, his breath hitching with surprise. Derek’s eyes refused to let go of Stiles, as he gazed deeply at him. Shivers erupted when Derek finally embraced him. Stiles relaxed into his hold, realizing that this was the greatest feeling in the world to him. If he could freeze time, he would. This moment between them was perfect. They weren’t arguing. It was just them relishing in each other’s company.

  “You scared me” Derek said softly in the crook of the other boy’s neck.

     Stiles stiffened at his warm breath on his skin. His heart hammered an apprehensive beat. He sunk farther into Derek, not wanting to ever let him go. His whole body ached for him especially for his lips that Stiles was finding hard to ignore. They were right in front of his face. All he had to do was just lean slightly over and peck them. Stiles snorted and came out of his daze. There was no way that, Derek would want him to kiss him. He made that pretty clear to him when he shot down his feelings for him.

    Stiles didn’t want to over step his boundaries and was happy with just the fact that Derek was hugging him. The feel of his strong arms on his lower back was enough. Still, that didn’t erase the temptation of the kiss. Breaking the hug and stepping away from him, Stiles stared as Derek looked hurt. His heart sunk. It wasn’t in his intention to sadden him. He just didn’t want to do anything to make him uncomfortable.

  “What’s wrong?” Derek’s eyebrows were knitted in confusion.

  “Nothing” says Stiles shyly.

    Derek was moving to him despite the distance Stiles has tried to create between them. His chest bumped his as Stiles lightly fell backwards in the bed. Arms pinned him down and Derek’s body was hovering over his.

   “I should have done this ages ago” he said, slamming his lips against Stiles.

      His breath froze halfway in his throat. His mouth was being forced open by Derek’s tongue. Hands touched his cheek, hot warmth sweeping across it. Stiles brain was quickly turning to mush. The last though he could process from it that he was kissing Derek. Not imagining it but actually freaking kissing him!

   His lips were soft and surprisingly tender. His tongue though was a completely different story. It was demanding as it entered Stiles mouth. Derek’s body was now pressing into Stiles. He felt a large bulge on his thigh and his heart pounded crazily. As much as he was enjoying this experience, he had to stop before things escalated too fast.  He wasn’t yet ready to go all the way with, Derek. After his rough breakup with Danny, Stiles wanted to be careful when it came to relationships.

    Derek had already broken his heart and Stiles doesn’t wish to have a repeat of that.

    “Is everything okay?” questioned, Derek stroking Stiles cheek lovingly.

      He couldn’t help but to shiver in pleasure. One touch and his skin was going wild. While he loved it, Stiles also hated the effect it had on him. He’s afraid he might become clingy.

   “I’m fine” Stiles said faking a smile.

        Derek was going to say something else to him when the door to the room busted open. Standing in the doorway with a crazed look in her eyes, was the girl that Stiles had seen at Derek’s warehouse. Her red hair was slightly disheveled.

    “Anastasia?” breathed Derek in complete shock.

         She stared at him and then glared at Stiles.

   “Derek” she said in an evil, creepy tone.

   “Why are you here? And most importantly how the hell did you find me?”

    She ignored his question and stormed rapidly up to Stiles who strangely viewed her. Her hand raised and it smacked him right across the face.

   “That’s for stealing my man you, bitch!”

     She then angrily attacked Stiles with scratches and punches.

A/N: Here it is! Please don’t kill me. Will try to update soon!

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