His Girl ~ Scott McCall [2]

Chapter 3: Deucalion, The Demon-Wolf

EMMA'S POV

I feel like I'm flying. It's so peaceful. Is this death? Am I dead? All there is, is white. Everything is white. I feel safe, for the first time in so very long. If I just stay here...

A sudden pain in my stomach jolts me from my thoughts. I feel my hand move to my stomach. I pull back my hand to see a liquid coating my fingers. It's not blood though. Blood would be a dark red. This, this is not blood.

It's red and blue, while also being white and black. I look up in shock only to see that I am standing on a dirt path. My feet are bare and I feel the soil creep in between my toes. As I walk forward, a breeze blows my hair back slightly. 

After a few more steps I hear crackling to my left. I turn my head to see fire coating an invisible wall. I turn to my right to see the calm ocean. 

Instead of stopping, I keep walking as the breeze picks up, the water coats my feet and the fire flickers in front of me.

"Come on Emma." I hear a familiar voice whisper. 

"Scott?" I stutter, starting to run towards the voice. I need to get out of here. 

"You can do it." He urges as I break into a run. Soon the flames, breeze, ocean and dirt blend together into a wall. Instead of stopping, I run, full force, into the wall. 

I gasp as my eyes open to meet brown ones. I sit up quickly to look around, only to bang into Scott's head. I groan, holding my head as he helps me sit up. I laugh slightly at his expression of pure relief. 

"Hey." I say smiling.

"Hey." He says, eyes not leaving mine. 

"So, um..." I start, fiddling with my sleeves. "What happened?" I ask, looking around Derek's living room. 

"Do you not remember?" He asks.

"I don't remember coming here, no." I say, racking my brain for information. "I remember---" I stop, realizing what happened. My hand finds my gut and I wipe my head towards the wound, only to find a bloody shirt. My breathing becomes erratic as I try to piece together what I know. I was in the woods. I was attacked. Something ripped my gut apart and I healed?

"...Emma!" My eyes find Scott's and I immediately calm down. 

"I was bitten, wasn't I?" I ask, tears pooling in my eyes. Scott looks down as I see Derek walk in the room. Stiles runs in and trips, alerting Scott. 

I bite my lip, trying not to giggle. "So, um, you're awake." He says smoothly, after standing up.

"Yeah." I say, eyeing Derek. He is just leaning against the door frame, examining me like I'm a piece of art work. "Is there a reason why you all look surprised?" I ask.

"Your body was rejecting the bite." Derek says, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Ok, but I'm fine. I didn't die." I say. "No wound."

"You were out for a long time." Stiles says. 

"How long?" I ask.

"Three days." Scott says. My eyes widen.

"Thr-- three days?" I stutter. 

"Yeah." Stiles says.

"On the plus side, my mom analyzed your blood, and what ever was killing you is gone." Scott says shyly. 

"So, I'm a werewolf, I'm not dying anymore and I was out for three days?" I ask, running a hand through my hair. 

"Pretty much." Derek says.