Chapter 46; Persuasion and First

* "A few harmless flakes working together can unleash an avalanche of destruction." *

--Justin Sewell

(Note the following events are crucial for information purposes. Please don't question why I had to write this and just know that it is apart of the plot. Thanks for reading.)

I had been forced to sit down, feeling like I had ADHD, my right leg vibrated as it tapped continuesly on the ground, creating a rhythm unintentionally. Slowly Derek turned to glare at me, his teeth gritted.

"Khaleesi,so help me God,I will kill you unless you stop your excessive movements." He growled his voice barely above a whisper. I sent him a glare making him flinch,I was sitting way to close for comfort so it was either I tapped my foot or he'd be dead.

"Ye~ah,that is sooo~ not happening. " I grumble as I turned away. Stiles had yet to return,but I can hear him silently cursing his luck out in the reception room.

".....What if we made a deal?" Asks Derek, sounding desperate. I scowl at the walls, hoping it'll crumble to dust and release me of my friend-duties.

"...What.....deal?" I ask carefully.

"Remove the venom and I'll owe you for life, please Khaleesi....please help me remove this pain." His voice is unnaturally vulnerable, weakness I knew he would never show anyone else appearing through his shell. I whimpered mentally as my cursett protectiveness broke my stubborn streak.

".....What if I can't....stop." I say.

"You will." He says sounding confident. You know this really reminds me of a certain romance,gah! At least I don't like Derek that way, I mean he feels more like a friend than anything else. I stood up and narrowed my eyes at him,leveling a glare that could kill anyone if I actually wanted to. He made a face, wavering.

" If and I mean if,my venom somehow affects you,you are responsible for your own actions and your stupid persuasiveness." I say as my glare loosens up to concern as Derek began to dry heave as the bane spread to his heart slowly but closer now. My feet carried me forward slowly, unconsciously holding my breath. My eyes glowing like neon signs that screamed danger, the air tensed and grew with an obvious fear,I sighed mentally, why do people make deals that induce fear in them and sets doubt in their minds, sometimes instead of being reckless because of pain why don't they try to think through things first. I knelt down as my eyes slowly began to glow a light blue instead of red because of how close I actually was to a live victi- no a werewolf.

"Like you had faith in me,continue to do so. As we both will need it." I breathed out and nearly latched on to the poor boy when I caught the whiff of sweetness. He nodded slowly and closed his eyes. I smiled sympathetically. My hand brought his arm close to me as I pulled a chair up to his side. Pulling the sleeve of his shirt up and exposing his bullet wound, I took a few seconds to collect my courage where it hung from a rope down the Eiffel Tower. My fangs elongated making my gums bleed since this was the first time I had them out. Taking a deep breath I held him in place before my fangs sank in,he shuddered as a cold icy feeling began to spread but just as quickly as it had came it returned to me, the wolfsbane passing with the slightly disgusting blood. It tasted like sour milk and rotten cheese whilst the wolfsbane tasted vaguely like peppermint, if not for the overly weird tinge of dirt. The blood still passed through my entire being, reinforcing my bones,skin and something that tugged like a gravitational pull at me from my abdomen, waves of different sensations coiled like snakes began to fall free from their bindings. But I soon found that I was slowly loosing a battle I haven't even noticed that I was fighting. My will began to fade as I struggled against bindings that shackled me from letting go....that kept me from stopping. Panic bloomed and locked the new pathways deep and far away from my reach. I gasped as I let go, my body shuddering from the sudden release of fresh blood. Quite frankly I was thoroughly pissed at myself for having nearly killed a friend but he seemed okay, heck he even seemed like he was doing better now.

"If you ever make me do something like this ever again I swear I will tear you apart." I growl as I stood to my feet and spit a mouthful of blood from my lips which I had accidentally taken to much of.