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What do you do when your heart and soul has been ripped out?

What do you do when you someone you love suffers?

Do you end their misery and face the world alone?

Or

Do you let them live so you can keep them by your side?

"So did she turn?" Stiles and Cora asked.

"She should have."

•••

Deucalion struggled to breathe as he watched Gerard Argent hold a weapon that has werewolves claws on it and hit his own people.

"Your own people?" Deucalion spoke as he couldn't believe it. All they wanted was a peace, he saw how vengeful Ennis and Emmett were.

He thought if he could get a peace treaty before things escalated. But he should've known better.

Never trust an Argent.

•••

He couldn't do anything but try to make her death as less painful as he could.

So he took her to the place he had hid from hunters, it was underneath a giant root tree.

He clasped his hands with hers, he felt her pain as he took it away.

"I'm sorry." A young Derek spoke, it was the two words he meant with every fiber in his being.

He was sorry about he did.

He was sorry for hurting her.

He was sorry for be--

"I knew." Paige whispered. Derek asked her what she meant.

Maybe it was the loss of blood?

Or

Does she actually know what he is?

"I've seen things, things no one could explain." Paige spoke as she recalled the memories before meeting Derek. She continues on about how Derek always spoke weirdly.

"I knew." She spoke once again. She knew what Derek was, that he was not human.

She knew from the very beginning.

"And you still liked me?" Derek asked, scared and eager to hear her answer.

He just needed to know.

"I loved you." She spoke, honestly.

Derek held his breath, listening to her slowing heart. To see if the three words were a lie...

Nothing, she was telling the truth.

And it broke his heart. She knew what he was and yet she still chose to love him.

The most precious human being loved him --a monster.

"Stay " She whimpered as the pain grew stronger. Derek took her pain, he felt it crawl up his arm. He lost his breath as the pain became unbearable.

"I'm going to die... aren't I?" She breathes, as another wave of pain overcame her.

Derek held her closer, tears falling as she had spoken the truth. She was going to die, it was inevitable.

He knew it.

She knew it.

Death was coming, like a dark cloud looming over them.

The only question was... When?

"I can't! I can't take it anymore." Paige cries as the pain worsen. Each wave was getting more painful. She tried to be strong but she was past her breaking point.

She couldn't take the pain.

"Please..." Paige whispered as Derek held in a sob. He knew he had to do it.

He wanted her beside him, but he couldn't. Not if it meant her suffering.

He loved her.

He didn't want this.

He didn't want to hurt her.

He wanted her, live and well.

But he didn't want her to suffer any longer than she did.

Heading to her pleas, he lifted her up until she was leaning on his shoulder. Her hands gripping tight.

Letting his tear roll down his face he mumbled the two words that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

"I'm sorry."

He squeezed her tight, breaking her neck. He heard the crack. He heard her soft whimpers disperse into silence. The once tight grip, became loose.

Derek bit his lip --hard as he screamed. The sound muffled but you hear the pain.

He kept mumbling "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He held her tight. He couldn't hear.

He couldn't hear...

Not her heartbeat,

Not her breathing,

Not her.

She was gone.

She was dead.

He cried, he let all go, the pain was too much. It wasn't a physical pain, not it was something much worse.

The most lethal... heartbreak.

It was the one thing you can't use magic to heal. Your supernatural ability can't heal it.

No this had to mend itself. Nothing can rid of the heartache. Only time will.

Why? Why did he have to be different? Why can't he be normal? Why did he have to follow her into the music room?

Why did he fall for her? Why did he have to be the one to cause her pain? Why did he have to be the one to end her suffering?

Why did he convince Emmett to bite her? Why did he listen to Peter? Why did he have to kill her? Why did she have to fall in love with a monster?

Just... Why?

•••

"If your lies... get people hurt. I'll be back." Scott spoke lowly as he gripped the older Argent's hand, tightly.

"I'll be taking more than your pain." Scott let go as Gerard sighs. Taking his threat to heart.

Throughout the story and with past experiences, Scott knew one thing.

Never trust an Argent.

•••

"I just don't believe him." Stiles spoke. He explained to Cora about the story their reading in Mrs. Blake's class.

After everything they went through and Peter Hale not being in his good side was one of many reasons he didn't believe him.

His parents always said:

Hear both sides of the story to know the whole truth.

They only heard Peter's and he was known to twist the truth, to make him the good guy.

"... About the girl he fell in love with then killed?" Cora asked. She knew her brother, she went in a similar situation.

Thinking her family died she ran, she closed herself and it was impossible to open up. Only this time she was lucky enough to have her brother survive.

Derek didn't have the luck.

He never will, because it was too late.

She was never coming back.

•••

"I did something... something terrible." A young Derek Hale spoke.

Talia Hale kneeled in front of her son, she knew. She knew from the beginning, she also knew how hard it was for him.

It was never easy to forget your first love, but to kill them? It'll haunt you forever.

Nothing could cure it.

"My eyes..." He spoke, his hands covered his eyes.

"They're different." He spoke, sniffling. Talia grabbed his hands and removed them. His eyes still closed.

"Different but still beautiful." She spoke. Slowly, Derek opened his eyes and his eyes glowed.

Gone were the golden glow and in it's place was an ice cold blue, glowing at it's brightest.

•••

Derek cried and his chest will always have an empty, hollow hole. He could still hear it, the beautiful music she always created.

Oh how he'll miss the soft sweet melody.

He stayed in his room, he hardly ate and he hardly spoke to anyone. He needed to grieve, he needed space.

He needed her...

He held the chain with the one dog tag, it was supposed to be for the younger sibling, but he couldn't bare to give it back.

It was the last thing he had of her, it smelled just like her. It could be the natural scent she had or the blood spots that decorated the tag.

But he had to give it up, she would want her younger sister or brother to have it.

Even if she wasn't going to give it to them herself, at least they would still have it.

So he jump out the window and head straight to the house. Her house.

He stood in the shadows as he watched the grieving parents. A women with dark brown hair, chocolate eyes and the same beauty mark near her eye.

His chest tightened, she was the spitting image of her mother. This is what she could've grown to look like, have a family of her own.

Then he saw him, an older man with scruffy beard, black hair and the same chocolate eyes. If it wasn't for the tear stained face, the red eyes, he would look very intimidating.

He was back, back from tour, but he would never see his little girl again. Derek's heart broke into more tiny little pieces.

He had caused their pain, he had caused their heartache. He was the reason why, Paige would never walk through that door again.

As he got closer he could hear it.

--Lub-dup, lub dup, lub dup--

The small heartbeat of the baby, a baby that would never know how incredibly smart and beautiful his older sister was.

It was all his fault.

Derek silently stood in front of of the door, one hand up in a fist and ready to knock.

But was he ready? Ready to face the family he had personally caused their pain? Was he ready to lie about how he had the dog tag? Was he ready to look them in the eye?

The answer was:

No.

So he hung the dog tag on the screen door knob, but he gave the dog tag one last kiss.

He let his tears fall, before he knocked once and within the next second he was gone.

He didn't wait around to see who opened the door. He didn't see the grown man gently grab the tag. He didn't see the man look around in hope of finding the giver. He didn't see the man's tears as it fell down his face.

He didn't need to.

Because he heard the whole thing.

The older Derek Hale, stood inside the distillery, staring at the revenge symbol. Memories of the girl he loved and the music she created flood his mind and his ears.

After all this time... his heart was still broken, it mended but it will always be broken.

It was like a permanent scar on his heart.

Slowly the music of the cello disappeared. It was just him and him alo--

--Lub dup, lub dup, lub dup--

Derek turn around, the heartbeat was still there. He walked towards the back behind the big machinery and there he saw him.

His messy black hair, messy and torn clothes.

Then he saw it, the dog tags.

He leaned down and picked it up, the chain...

The ring...

The new clean dog tag...

And the dog tag with dried --stained-- blood drops.

It was him and he was alive...