Not as many reviews as I was hoping for, but I decided to write another chapter for all those who continue to read this story.
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My head bobbed up and down as Derek's body shot through the forest. The wind whipped around my body. Goosebumps erupted over my skin causing me to shiver uncontrollably. I pulled my frame closer to Derek's warmth, hoping his fur would somehow warm me up. He was warm, but my teeth began to chatter. Whizzing through the forest was great, but it sure wasn't the most comfortable.
My eyes remained closed as we began to slow down. The rushing wind became a slight breeze. Derek's body relaxed underneath me as we amble to a walking pace. I shifted my weight on his back when I felt him stretch and move below me. He let out a short grunt and my head shot up. He tried to look back at me, but his gaze couldn't quite reach my figure. He let out a huff and dropped onto his stomach. Realizing what he wanted, I slid off his body.
I stood on shaky legs and grasped a tuff of black fur to brace myself. Once I got my balance, I peered around. The safe house stood right in front of me. I had never felt so relieved to see a building before. The once imposing building looked like a candy shop. Everything about the stone and wood structure should have repelled me, but instead I felt completely happy and warm.
Derek moved out of my grasp and sauntered into the woods. A couple seconds later he emerged as a human.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," I replied. "That was nothing."
"Yeah, nothing," he grunted.
"I'm fine," I snapped again.
He nodded once and strode off into the house. The noise and activity in the house was invigorating. Everyone was rushing around like mad men. Hunter rushed Kit up the stairs leading him to a bed where we could be looked at. Elizabeth was wiping the blood off of William's contorted arm. His bone was angled completely wrong. I saw Elizabeth reach out and grabbed his arm. A sickening crack pierced the arm and William howled in pain. My stomach churned, but I knew his arm would be fine.
"Where's Simon?" I asked no one in particular.
"Up stairs in his old room," Andrew answered distractedly.
I turned on my heel and raced up to his room. I opened the door and stopped dead. Simon was impossibly pale. The only way I knew he was alive was by the small rise and fall of his chest. I moved the desk chair over towards his bed and sat down. Lightly, I took his hand in mine and made small circles with my thumb.
"Hey Simon," I choked.
There was no response.
I needed to be strong. Tears threaten to spill over my eyes. Quickly, I rubbed the traitorous tears away.
Stray hairs fell over Simon's forehead. I brushed them out of his eyes. The door popped open and I pulled my hand back like I was caught doing something I shouldn't have been doing.
"How's he doing?" Derek asked.
"He's breathing," I offered.
He nodded and breathed heavily. The bed sag closer to the ground as he sat upon it. He said nothing, just peered at Simon.
"Yeah?" He continued to look at Simon.
"He's going to be okay right?" I stuttered out.
"Yeah." He still wouldn't look at me.
"What?" he sighed not looking at me.
"Look at me!" I demanded.
His eyes swiveled up to my face, but his face held no emotion.
"What's wrong?" I whispered.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Anything," I promised with my whole heart.
"Did you say it because you knew I might die?"
My stomach dropped and I gasped for air.
"Are you kidding?" I snapped.
"Chloe," he sighed. "It's fine if you did. I just need to know."
"Do you think that's the type of person I am?" I hurled at him.
"No don't Chlo me. I would never do that to you!" He just stared seriously back at me. "What do I have to do to make you believe me? What do I have to say?"
"Chloe, calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down. I love you and you think I'm kidding! Are you serious, Derek?"
"You love me?" he whispered so quietly I could barely hear him.
I stopped mid rant and just looked at him. Anger tears filled my eyes and I rubbed them away. Silence filled the room for countless minutes as I stared at him.
"Of course I do."
He got off the bed and paced over to me. He knelt down in front of me and his eyes were level with mine.
"Say it again."
"I choose you?" I responded questioningly.
"No," he said sternly. "I need you to say it again."
I didn't respond and his eyes shut dejectedly. His head sagged and I could only see his hair. I laid my palm on his cheek and made him look at me.
"I love you," I choked through my tears.
He took my face between his hands and leaned in. His lips met mine tenderly. His hands pushed the hair off my face softly. He pulled back and looked at me. His hands traced my face and outlined my lips.
"You belong to me, okay?" he whispered softly. "I can't go through that again."
My head moved up and down between his warm hands. He bent over and placed two kisses over each of my eyelids. A sigh escaped my lips and I finally felt completely content.
"Finally." I jumped and looked over at a semiconscious smiling Simon.
I laughed and knew that everything was alright for the moment.
YAY fluff! Listen to You Belong To Me by Jason Wade and Bulletproof Weeks by Matt Nathanson. Those songs inspired this chapter. REVIEW!