ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She wasted a few moments marvelling at how /safe/ she felt, caught between their two bodies, before the tide of sleep dragged her under.

— hands at her throat, scrabbling, choking — drowning in darkness and silence — eyes just eyes full of hate she couldn’t taste and madness she couldn’t hear — claws stripping her skin until she could count her own bones — her heart dripping dripping stomped squashed flattened mutilated —

She flung herself bolt upright, trying uselessly to scream, fighting the covers and anything else that touched her. Her breath rasped in her throat as she panted and gasped for air. Something had her hair, and she yanked, tears starting from the pain in her scalp, and flung herself in a heap on the floor.

Derek woke first to Summer tossing and turning. Isaac woke next and sat up, looking over at her. Then she was moving more, then she was pressing, pushing, punching and hitting. Isaac scrambled off the bed when Derek leaned over and pressed him that way, hurrying to the wall. 

Summer moved before he could move back and then her hair was under his leg and she hit and kicked out. Derek rolled off of her hair as soon as he could, calling her name. “Wake up! Summer, wake up, it’s a dream! Come out of it!” he called as he scrambled down, pulling her as gently as he could into his arms.

It was the breaking of the silence that woke her fully. Not her name, so much as simply a voice, shredding the haze of nightmare. She clutched at Derek’s arms, eyes fixed to his face, panting still. Her heart thundered in her ears, pounding almost painfully hard.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She glanced back and forth between them again, looking sceptical. Then she heaved a huge sigh and rolled over onto her side, curling up slightly. Red hair fanned out behind her, a few locks tumbling from the motion against a werewolf body. Determinedly she closed her eyes.

Derek and Isaac both just chuckled, both of them turning toward her but not crowding her. Derek ended up getting comfortable on his side, facing her back and being careful to not roll over on her hair. Isaac rolled all the way over onto his stomach, arms wrapping around a pillow and snuggling his face into it, and then they all settled. 

She wasted a few moments marvelling at how /safe/ she felt, caught between their two bodies, before the tide of sleep dragged her under.

— hands at her throat, scrabbling, choking — drowning in darkness and silence — eyes just eyes full of hate she couldn’t taste and madness she couldn’t hear — claws stripping her skin until she could count her own bones — her heart dripping dripping stomped squashed flattened mutilated —

She flung herself bolt upright, trying uselessly to scream, fighting the covers and anything else that touched her. Her breath rasped in her throat as she panted and gasped for air. Something had her hair, and she yanked, tears starting from the pain in her scalp, and flung herself in a heap on the floor.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

Her gaze flicked back and forth between them, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks. Carefully, she removed her pants, and climbed up from the foot of the bed between them. Very carefully not touching either of them, she squirmed her way under the covers and laid flat and still.

Derek and Isaac let her between them and Derek had to repress his grin at seeing her being so stiff. “So. Are you going to lay stiff as a board all night or are you going to relax and then we can all get comfortable? If you don’t want us to touch, that’s fine, but it’s more comfortable when we can all move about, trust me.”

She glanced back and forth between them again, looking sceptical. Then she heaved a huge sigh and rolled over onto her side, curling up slightly. Red hair fanned out behind her, a few locks tumbling from the motion against a werewolf body. Determinedly she closed her eyes.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She wanted to ask more, to know more, but she couldn’t stop yawning, either. She stumbled after them, trying to swallow a spate of yawns, up the stairs to Derek’s bedroom. There she paused, wondering how things would work out. 

Derek and Isaac walked right in, both stripping down to their boxers and climbing into the bed. When Derek realized Summer wasn’t in there with them, he looked back to her and almost at the same time, Isaac and Derek held the covers down, an invitation. “You want the middle or an outside?” Isaac asked, rubbing his eyes. There was room in the middle and some on each side of the guys, and they’d all scoot and adjust once she was in too.

Her gaze flicked back and forth between them, a faint flush appearing on her cheeks. Carefully, she removed her pants, and climbed up from the foot of the bed between them. Very carefully not touching either of them, she squirmed her way under the covers and laid flat and still.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

She had so many questions, but the only one she could get into words was ‘I thought this was a wolf pack’. How many other kinds of … people were there? Buried memories had suggested she was alone, one of a kind, but that didn’t seem to be true. Were there more like /her/? Had she had a family like herself once?

A huge yawn interrupted her ruminations before they could carry her too far.

“It’s a pack, but I didn’t say a strictly wolf pack. There are wolves yes, but there’s also a banshee, a kitsune, a human, and I’m sure a few others. We used to have a kanima but he’s just a werewolf now.”

He chuckled at the yawn and stood, Isaac standing as well. “Alright, enough excitement for today. It looks like it’s time for bed.”

She wanted to ask more, to know more, but she couldn’t stop yawning, either. She stumbled after them, trying to swallow a spate of yawns, up the stairs to Derek’s bedroom. There she paused, wondering how things would work out. 

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

The words should mean something, but every time she grasped for the meaning she came up short. Summer gave Derek a quizzical look and tumbled her hands one over the other.

Derek didn’t know which part had stumped Summer so he just went on to explain what a kitsune and banshee were, explaining a bit more about the girls, and Isaac did his part to sit and look amused. He finished off with a little grin and “Any questions?” 

She had so many questions, but the only one she could get into words was ‘I thought this was a wolf pack’. How many other kinds of … people were there? Buried memories had suggested she was alone, one of a kind, but that didn’t seem to be true. Were there more like /her/? Had she had a family like herself once?

A huge yawn interrupted her ruminations before they could carry her too far.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Derek was  a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.

After giving him a brief look indicating she saw right through his ploy, she clasped her hands together. Once again the most transparently innocent, pleading, sweet expression came over her face. She even batted her eyelashes.

Derek couldn’t help but give a little laugh at her ‘pleading’ expression. “Even silent there’s just attitude radiating off of you,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Alright, the girls I’m referring to are Kira and Lydia. Kira is a kitsune, very sweet, very helpful. Lydia, banshee, very fashionable, extremely intelligent.”

The words should mean something, but every time she grasped for the meaning she came up short. Summer gave Derek a quizzical look and tumbled her hands one over the other.