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I do not own the characters of TV show teen wolf such as Scott, Derek, Allison, Stiles, and so on. I do not own the show teen wolf. I do not own the ideas of the TV show Teen Wolf. (Though I wish I could be such an amazing writer as the writer of Teen Wolf!!!) I do own my characters such as Emily and her friend Stephanie because I created the two girls.

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Pg-13 Warning.

Chapter 48:

--Emily's POV:

I stepped out of Stiles' bathroom and I couldn't help but blush like a mad man when Stiles looked up at me. His jaw dropped to the floor as he opened his mouth to say something but literally nothing came out.

"Is it to much?" I asked nervously, while quickly feeling self-conscious about my choice of outfit for tonight.

"No, no." Stiles stuttered.

"You look," he paused as a smile grew on his face. "Hot!"

I rolled my eyes and dropped my arms to my sides.

"Thanks." I mumbled while walking over to him, my heels making light clicking sounds on the floor along the way.

My hair fell into neat waves across my back and shoulders. I had chosen a jet-black dress that I had bought forever ago that I never had a chance to wear before. It was a lot shorter than I would feel comfortable with and revealed a lot more cleavage than I usually would as well. But hey, tonight was an exception in my books and plus I was feeling adventurous.

Stiles watched me as I sat down next to him on his bed and sighed. I was getting nervous. I hadn't heard from Derek all day. Scratch that, I hadn't heard from him ever since I told him about the club.

"So when are they coming to pick you up?" Stiles said, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Eight." I sighed.

The clock next to Stiles' bed read 7:50, so there were still ten minuets to spare.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Stiles asked nervously. "I mean, you're kind of under protective custody and if anyone finds out your gone, you and I are screwed."

"Stiles you worry to much. I'll be fine. I'm going with friends so I will be safe. If I need anything I will call you first."

Stiles frowned, "Call Sean or my dad first, then me."

"Ok." I said putting my hands up defensively.

Stiles looked towards his window and I soon followed as a car pulled up to his house.

"Last chance. You can back out right now." He said while standing up and holding his hand out for me to take.

I took his hand and smiled sweetly at him as I stood up.

"No. I'm going and that's final."

Just then, my phone began to ring. It was Jackson and I knew he was calling to say he was here.

"Well, here we go then." Stiles mumbled.

You could hear the hesitation in his voice as he opened his bedroom door and led me down stairs. His dad was thankfully in his room so I was able to sneak out the front door with ease.

Just as I turned to leave, Stiles caught my arm and I had to turn around to see what he needed.

"Please be careful." He said in the most serious tone I had ever heard come out of his mouth.

I glanced at his eyes and I couldn't help but wonder if he knew something I didn't.

"I will." I said while smiling and giving him a huge bear hug goodbye.

I let go of him and began to quickly walk down the driveway to Jackson's awaiting car. It wasn't his usual car though. Instead of a Porsche, it was another silver car that looked just as expensive, but larger than his other car. I rolled my eyes and all I could think about was how rich this kid really was. Money never has meant anything to me though. I would rather be happy with people I love, then be rich.

As I got to the car I heard the doors unlock. I opened the back door, revealing Steph in a very revealing green dress. Leave it to her to wear something like that. The guys are going to go crazy over her tonight and it's not going to be because of her personality. She squealed when she saw me and she couldn't stop saying how much she loved my dress.

Jackson and Lydia sat in the front and both turned to say hello to me as I got in and buckled my seat belt.

"Let's go before I get caught." I joked, but in reality it was the truth.

Jackson revved the engine a few times and we sped off down the road, completely ignoring the fact that I was trying to silently sneak out tonight. I couldn't help but glare at the back of his head for being so damn loud.

"So how far is this place?" I asked.

"About twenty or thirty minuets." Jackson replied with a smirk.

Jackson and Lydia continued talking about whatever they were talking about before I got in the car so I looked at Steph who was bouncing her leg in excitement.

"Excited much?" I teased.

"Hell yeah. I haven't been to a club yet." She smiled and we both laughed.

I had probably been to a club at least five or six times so I kind of knew the drill.

The ride was longer than Jackson had originally said but Steph kept me preoccupied the entire time with her stories and catching up on both of our lives. Turns out that she was supposed to be meeting this guy at the club tonight. All I could tell her was be careful, even though she wouldn't listen.

We began to see some rather large buildings and I knew we were close. The building started to get taller and before we knew it, Jackson was pulling into a parking garage. I could tell this was a high-end club just by its parking garage. It was the cleanest parking garage I had ever seen in my life.

As Jackson parked on the third floor, we all got out and could hear the bass of the music pounding through the walls and I couldn't help but smile. I loved the feeling in your chest when the speakers were right next to you and you could feel it throughout your entire body.

Jackson grabbed Lydia's hand and quickly pulled her towards the elevator but not before turning and smiling at Steph and I.

That was the first time I had seen Lydia's dress and it looked beautiful. She had a dress that looked almost exactly like mine but a turquoise color. Her hair was perfect, as usual. I had always been somewhat jealous of her cherry blonde hair. To everyone's surprise it was her natural color and I envied her. My hair was also red but it had more brown in it then anything.

Jackson escorted all three of us into the elevator and I could see that I wasn't the only one excited. Even the elevator was fancy.

The elevator went down passed the first floor and I looked at Jackson confused.

"I thought we parked on the third floor? Shouldn't the club be on the first floor?"

He looked at me and smirked, "Its an underground club."

"Like an illegal club?" I asked starting to feel a little jumpy.

That was the last thing I needed right now, to be doing something illegal.

"No." He said flatly, like I was in idiot.

"The club is literally underground." Lydia finished in a much nicer tone than Jackson.

"Oh." I said while Steph grabbed my hand out of pure excitement.

We were both getting so excited as Jackson and Lydia remained calm the entire time. The fact that this club was literally under ground was just enough to get your heart racing.

As the elevator came to a stop, the music was muffled by the heavy metal separating us from the club.

(A/N: Ok I need you to do me a favor! Play the video next to this. I wrote the rest of the chapter while listening to it and matches the chapter perfectly.)

As the doors slid open the music became almost deafening, in a very good way.

Huge men stood by the elevator doors asking for our identification. Lydia, Steph, and I pulled out ours and they all smiled and let us through. Jackson gave them his but I couldn't help but giggle when he had to get a pat down to make sure he wasn't carrying any weapons. I had noticed that it happened every time there was a guy in our group when we went to clubs. They always got searched. I thought it was kind of sexist but honestly I didn't care. If they asked to search me I wouldn't mind.

I couldn't help but gasp as another huge man opened the doors, revealing the actually club.

"Finally." Steph yelled over the music.

The club was almost pitch black with blue lights and spectacular light shows. It was definitely my kind of club. The walls were painted a very dark blue and beautiful light fixtures hung all over the ceiling. The D.J. stood at the back of the club, in front of the huge crowd that was dancing. It was super crowded but it didn't bother me. The bar was to our right and a staircase that led downstairs and upstairs. I wondered where the downstairs went but I could see where the upstairs went. Above, was an entire balcony that wrapped around the entire wall of the club from above. I could see tons of people upstairs as well having just as good of a time as the people on my level.

The only way to explain the music was to say it was beautiful. I didn't know who was singing in the song playing but she had a beautiful voice, which only added to the club's wonderful aura.

Steph's hand was still wrapped around mine as she dragged me into the club. The first thing she wanted to do was drink, which was not exactly my plan. I wanted to dance.

I gave her my best puppy dog eyes and pouted. She knew I wanted to dance. The music was so loud but it felt amazing.

"Just one drink." I could see her say but I couldn't hear her.

"Fine!" I said.

I could barely hear her squeal as she drug me over to the bar. She began ordering whatever she had ordered and I was surprised they didn't card her. We looked twenty-one but we were defiantly not.

The bartender handed her two small shot glasses and Steph handed me one with a huge grin. I glared at her knowing she knew that I don't drink much, especially when we are out.

She gave me a pathetic face, begging me to drink it so I caved in.

"Fine!" I yelled over the music.

Just as we were both about to take it, I felt someone behind me. I turned around to see a man, probably in his forty's staring down at me. He wore almost all black and his black hair was slicked back slightly.

He smiled revealed perfect white teeth and he actually was kind of handsome, I mean for an older guy. Something was off about him though.

He glanced at Steph then to the bartender.

"These two are on me." He told the bartender as he placed some money on the bar.

"Thank you." I said, smiling.

I wasn't going to be rude but I still have a weird feeling about him. He was way to old for us anyway.

"Thank you..." Steph began to say.

"Peter." He said with a smirk and I could feel my body tense up slightly.

Maybe I knew him from somewhere. I couldn't tell.

"You girls have fun tonight." He said and with that he smiled and left, disappearing easily through the dancing crowd.

I looked at Steph and she shrugged.

"All right, I'm done. Let's go please." I didn't want to give that man another chance at talking to us.

Steph agreed and placed her empty glass on the bar.

I led her out to the dance floor, squeezing through all the grinding people.

There wasn't any room at all but we didn't care as we began to let the music control our bodies.

I couldn't tell you how long we danced for until Steph grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her.

"Hey! I'm going to the bar again!" she screamed and I rolled my eyes and smiled.

I mouthed an 'ok,' knowing she wouldn't be able to hear me anyway.

She winked and I knew that she was going to go meet that guy she was talking about meeting earlier.

I gave her a quick hug, knowing she may not come back for a while or even for the whole night.

"Be safe!" I yelled and I meant it in every connotation possible.

She disappeared into the crowd and I decided I would stay and dance some more before finding Jackson and Lydia.

I closed my eyes and let the music take me away as I danced.

My eyes snapped open when I felt a warm hand on my waist. It trailed up my hips then back down. I smiled and turned around.

"Dere...?" I cut off when I saw who it was.

I could feel my heart tighten and the anger boil up inside me when I saw, Zach, my ex boyfriend standing there with a smirk. I know I already explained why he was ex but I needed to remind myself, just for fun, as to why I hated his guts. He was my first guy and my first kiss. In the end all he wanted was to have sex with me and I didn't want it so he thought it was ok to try and take it from me by force. Thankfully his friends had enough brains to stop him just as he was about to take everything from me.

I brought my hand up to slap him but he caught my wrist in his large hand.

"Nice to see you too." He said as his arms snaked around my waist, pulling me into his body.

I couldn't move because I was frozen with anger.

"You look so damn hot." He whispered into my ear and I felt myself shiver out of disgust. "I don't know why I ever let you go."

"You didn't let go, jerk. I left you!"

I pushed him away and glared at him.

"Get the hell away from me." I yelled as loud as I could.

"Never, not with that hot body of yours. I just want to run my hands all over that pretty little..." He was cut off as a fist went flying straight into his face.

I stared wide-eyed at Zach as he lye facedown, unconscious on the nasty club floor. People danced around him like it was something normal that happened all the time around here.

I looked up and felt my stomach fill with butterflies.

Derek stood there staring at Zach with pure anger in his eyes. I ran towards Derek and his eyes shifted towards me and they softened.

"Derek." I mumbled into his chest as I wrapped my arms around him.

He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body.

I pulled away and looked up at him with a smile.

"Thank you." I said, as I pulled away from him further.

To my surprise Derek didn't look out of his element at all. I smirked with an idea as I began to slowly dance to the music. I could have sworn he growled as his hands went down to my hips. Our bodies pushed against one another as my hips swayed. I spun around so my back was facing him and he placed his hands on my waist. Our bodies moved together as one as I danced against him, earning a low growl from him. I smiled, knowing I had complete control over him right now. He placed his head in the crook of my neck and gently kissed my neck.

"You look beautiful." He whispered into my ear, sending chills up and down my spine and causing a blush to form on my cheeks.

"You look pretty handsome yourself." I said turning towards him and kissing him.

He smirked against my lips. He did look handsome. Actually no, he looked hot. He wore his jeans with a tight black t-shirt. His muscles were outlined by the thin material of his shirt perfectly. It wasn't much different from what he usually wore but he still looked just as hot as ever.

I began kissing along his jawline towards his neck. I could feel his grip tighten on my hips as I kissed along his neck. I pressed my body against him again and his body tensed up. His fingers dug into my hips with need.

He leaned down so his mouth was next to ear.

"Don't tempt me." He warned in a husky voice.

I looked up at him innocently, "I don't know what you are talking about."

He gave me a smirk and brought his lips to mine, kissing me passionately.

After a few seconds he broke the kiss and grabbed my hand. Before I could think, he was pulling me towards the exit. My stomach was full of flurries as he moved through the clubs bouncers with ease.

The elevator door opened and we both got in. Derek's hands immediately wrapped around me as the elevator doors closed and began to kiss me again. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and the doors slide open. Derek held out his arm for me to take and I slipped my arm into his as our elbows latched on. He led me down the parking lot to the edge of the huge garage and I couldn't help but feel excited as I saw his Black Camaro sitting in the corner. He must have noticed my excitement as we walked towards it because he looked down at me with a grin.

"Sorry, I missed your car."

We both laughed for a second as he led me right in front of it. He hadn't spoken a single word and I knew he was holding back so I decided to make the next move.

I moved in front of him, in between him and his car, and ran my hands up his chest to his face. I held his stern face in my hands and stood on my toes to kiss him. He leaned down slightly so I could easily reach him and he returned my kiss. He slowly backed me up so I was practically sitting on the hood of his Camaro. His hands went to the small of my back, running up and down painfully slow.

I arched my back as he pushed further against me, leaving me with no more room between him and the car. I placed my hands on the hood of his car as his kisses led down my cheek to my chin, then to my neck. A soft moan escaped my lips as his teeth gently grazed across my skin. His hands went to my thighs as he pulled me up further on to the hood of his car.

I suddenly was brought back to reality as I realized we were in a public parking lot.

"Derek." I said but it came out as more of a sigh as his kisses moved along my neck.

He didn't answer so I tried to get his attention again but failed. Finally I placed my hands on his chest and carefully pushed him a little.

"Derek." I said in a more stern tone.

Derek quickly stopped kissing me and brought his head up to meet my eyes. His eyes were filled with concern.

"I'm sorry." He said and I could tell he thought I as telling him to stop doing what he was doing to me.

"No. I love what you're doing," I started and became embarrassed about the situation.

"Then what's wrong Em?" He said as his thumb ran along my thigh.

"Its just, we are in a public place." I mumbled sheepishly.

Derek chuckled and looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. His eyes were dark and filled with lust. I knew mine were probably the same as his right now.

"Ok." He whispered while backing away from me slightly and allowing me to step down off the hood of the car.

He pulled out his keys and unlocked his car. He walked me to my door and opened the car door for me. I smiled knowing how much I missed him doing that.

I got in and he got in the drivers seat but I could tell he wasn't ok for some reason. He glanced over me and sighed. I looked at him confused.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

He smiled and leaned over towards me. I sat up in my chair and leaned towards him as well bringing our lips together in another heated kiss. What ever had been bothering him a second ago, he had obviously already forgotten about. His hands moved to my face as he pulled me closer to him. I couldn't move any further so I carefully crawled over to him so I was straddling his hips in his seat.

I looked down at him and smiled as he looked up at me. I could tell he was trying not to do something just by the look on his face. He was still holding back. I cupped his cheeks with my hands and brought his face to my lips as I kissed him with as much passion as I could muster.

He quickly turned the kiss into a hotter one as his hands touched my thighs, running up them so slowly. I was aware now that my dress was to short to be in this position with him. It rode up my thighs giving a lot of skin for Derek to explore. His hands rode up my thighs until they slipped under my dress and onto my hips. His fingers gently rubbed my hips as we continued to kiss. I didn't need to ask if he was ok, judging by the feeling underneath me.

Derek stopped kissing me and looked up at me.

"Are you ok with this?" He asked.

I felt another blush creep onto my face and I mentally slapped myself for being so embarrassed.

"Yes." I said and he smiled at my answer.

It wasn't a lust filled smile or a sexy smirk. It was a smile filled with happiness and it made my heart jump with excitement.

His hand began to creep up my back under my dress. His hands massaged my skin making me melt in his finger tips.

We were in our own little world just him and I. Why did he have to ruin it?

I almost died as a blinding light shown over us. Derek's body tensed as he glared behind me, out the front window.

I spun around on Derek's lap quickly and couldn't help but let out a scream at the sight in front of me.