Chapter 19
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Chapter 19: Count Me In
[ Derek ]
Light shown brightly through the windows, slowly easing into a orange as the sun set. She'd been there all day after her father left home. It wasn't like she had much else so do other than drown in ice cream and pain medication. "Are you sure you're up for this? You're recovering from a bullet wound, that's not exactly lightweight."
Trinity barely glanced up at him though the large pile of books Derek had piling up in the large burned Hale home. "I'm fine, Derek. Just help me look." A series of books dedicated on folklore and information on supernatural creature handwritten by people in the family littered his table, some older than others but few held promise to provide the information that the duo needed.
He'd stopped altogether, turning around to face two of his betas. "You've decided."
After all of the things happening with Gerard and the kanima, the two sixteen year olds decided that they didn't want to stay in the pack and potentially be killed. "We're leaving tonight," Boyd spoke first. "—during the lacrosse game."
"You'll need a pack, an alpha." Derek felt betrayed, Trinity could tell by the way he stared at the two. He was questioning himself, questioning his authority and the way he lead his pack—was he good enough?
Erica and Boyd looked at one another, guilty expressions on their faces. "We think we've already found one."
"We lost Derek. We're leaving."
"No," He denied angrily, his teeth gritting and fists clenching at the sight of the teens who were giving up on him. "—you're running."
The pair left, leaving Trinity and Derek alone again. "Can they do that? Just leave the pack?"
"I'm not going to force them to stay."
Trinity moved over, standing beside him and placed a warm hand on his back rubbing soothing circles on the covered skin. She moved her face closer to his, her words whispering in his ear. "You could ask them to stay."
"What's the point?"
"Because if you ask them, then they know you want them."
Derek rose to his full height, turning to face her. He lifted a hand and let it run gently against her cheek. "Stay with me?" He whispered gently, his minty breath fanning out against her face.
Their faces were millimeters apart, noses rubbing until their lips collided. It was a slow kiss, they were just testing the waters, dipping their feet in until they decided the temperate was perfect enough to go further. Derek used another hand to pull her in closer, their bodies touching each other. Trinity pulled back slightly for breath. "Always."
"How sweet."
Trinity gasped, stepping back to see Peter Hale standing in the doorway, his hands behind his back. "I should go. I'll see you later."
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"You're late," Sam comments, a pair of glasses pressed against his face as he flipped through the pages of a book. "Where were you? I told you to stay home."
Trinity's mouth gaped open and her head hung low. "I know, I'm sorry. I just walked around the block, I needed fresh air."
"I don't care, I didn't come here to talk about you disobeying me. I'm here to talk about you and your mother."
The blondes eyebrows furrowed at his words. "You want to talk about mom?"
Sam closed the book and took the glasses off. "Not her, what she was. What you are." Trinity took a seat, her blue eyes rested solely on her father. "You obviously know about the supernatural already and I know you didn't make it to the rave that night." Trinity's face paled but Sam didn't pay attention, he kept his brown eyes elsewhere. "There's a creature called cecidit angelus."
"Fallen angel."
"Yes, when you were born, your mother died and while she was dead, she said she saw a man who told her that you'd committed a crime and you were permanently sentenced to the punishment of rebirth. Each time they'd let you live up to an age of their choice, and once you've reached that age, you die and restart."
Trinity looked at the ground, eyes wide. "What'd I do wrong?"
Sam shrugged. "Not a clue. That you'll have to find out for yourself."
"How?"
"Find your wings and you'll remember everything."
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