So I kept some of the other chapter (really only the beginning) and I think I really like how this chapter turned out. Now, I like it, but I can garuntee you'll hate me for it. D: But you'll see.

WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH, HEAVY VIOLENCE. Dont read if you'll complain about it later.

Baring his teeth, Derek threw himself at Renae with vexation burning in his irises. He swung his right leg up and bashed it into Renae's right temple- hard. She stumbled and growled deep from her throat, hands suddenly flailing, trying to clench around Derek's throat. Derek nimbly leapt to the side. Renae whiped her head around, blazing holocausts in her crimson eyes. Derek faltered but regained composure. Suddenly, his tense posture and guarded eyes became tired and dreary.

"I do not wish to destroy their home any further," Derek sighed, seeming fatigued. "Shall we continue this outside?"

Renae scowled hotly but agreed, still reluctantly. She strode out the door stiffly, Derek shot an apologetic glance at the flock and the Cullens then followed her out. As soon as Renae and Derek had left, the pressure weighing down on the flock and the Cullens vanished, as if melting into the air. They were shocked to find they could move again! One thought swam in Max's mind.

Just what is going on here!

The first fist was emitted by Renae, who seemed awfully eager to make Derek cry out in pure, fresh agony. She'd hated his guts ever since he first laid foot in the School. The scientests treated him better- spoke more highly of him- than they did Renae. She despised- no, detested Derek.

Derek launched himself at her, throwing her back. They landed near the side of the Cullen household and landed, luckily, in a patch of grass and pine needles. Derek's hands gripped Renae's wrists and he held them firmly at her sides. Using all his strength, he brought his head up then thrust it down, making his and Renae's foreheads collide. He saw stars, but forced himself to keep his grip on her arms. She gasped, groaning, and suddenly spit blood in his face. Derek jumped and wiped his hands all over his face, disgusted. Renae, knowing he would do this, brought her fist up and smashed it into his right temple, and just for good measure, she kneed him in his gut. Derek's already forming headache grew larger. He fell sideways, gaping and blinking. Renae didn't stop. She lunged forward and grabbed his neck; her maniqured nails digging into his skin.

"Ugh, you brat," she muttered, still a bit dazed from the headbutt. "I've been waiting to kill you since you were picked for a mission over me."

"Since then, huh?" Derek ground out. His head was pounding, and even the vibrations of his voice against his eardrums were making him overcome. Renae grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him into the base of a tree.

"Prepare to be sent to hell!" Renae cackled like a maniac. Derek shook his head, overcome by the pain in his lower back from the collision.

Not today, Renae. Derek thought determinedly. He leapt up and out of the way as Renae launched herself at him. Right before she hit the tree, her arms flailed and grasped Derek's ankle. She tugged as hard as she could and slammed into the tree. She held on to Derek tightly. She sat at the base of the tree for a few seconds, eyes wide.

"Screw fist-fighting." Renae growled suddenly. She reached into her pocket and pulled out what looked like a pocketknife. Derek's pulse quickened. She still had a firm grip on his ankle, and it seemed she hadn't forgotten that. She brought the pocketknife up and brought it down quickly, slashing a jagged gash down Derek's lower leg. Derek cried out involuntarily.

"Gyah!" Derek ground his teeth. He fell back, and Renae quickly crawled over him, grinning evilly.

"This is the end, little Derek!" Renae shrieked insanely. She raised her fist and jammed the knife into Derek's right shoulder. Blood splashed out from the wound, and Derek gasped, going rigid with pain. Derek heard a distant growl that hadnt come from Renae or himself, and had only seconds to prepare himself as a large, russet blur rammed into Renae. As Renae's weight was lifted from him, his head cleared a bit. He was highly aware of the blood gushing from his shoulder, and the searing pain in both cuts. But he had to push on.

Sitting up and standing quickly, he saw the russet blur that had slammed into Renae was, in fact, Jacob. The werewolf. He wanted to laugh. Here he was, battling the person who was supposed to make sure he killed one of the Werewolf's friend, Maximum. Speaking of Max, she was standing in the doorway with the Cullens and the rest of the flock. They were watching, looking about ready to jump in at any given moment. But, once Derek caught all of their eyes, he shook his head. "Don't," he mouthed, and directed his attention back to Renae and Jacob.

"Jacob!" He shouted. The wolf lifted his head from where he stood on a gasping Renae and looked at him with large, black eyes. "It's okay." Derek lied. "I need you to get off of Renae."

The wolf shook his massive head from side to side, staring at Derek as if he were insane. And, counting on what he was planning, maybe he was.

After a staredown between Jacob and Derek, Jacob gave in and trotted off of Renae, walking past Derek with an almost annoyed air about him. Derek let himself chuckle once, quick, before turning to Renae. "I suppose you really want to see my blood spill."

"More than anything." Renae admitted unshamefully, standing rigidly, looking as if she were trying despreatly to hold herself back from attacking right then. "I might even take a limb or two back to the school and hang it on my wall, just to remind myself of the failure you were." Derek's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Cullens, the flock, and Jacob reminded themselves not to make Derek angry.

"I'm afraid that won't be happening." Derek said through clenched teeth. Renae let out a battle cry and launched herself at him once more. Her fist flew for his neck, but he was unexpectedly quicker. He ducked and rolled, standing behind her and throwing his foot out to hit the pressure point on her lower back. She toppled forward, gaping as she did so. Derek jumped at the chance. He kneeled over her and pressed both of his fingers to the opposite sides of her neck. Renae's eyes rolled and she fell forward. She seemed to be out cold, and Derek stood.

"Derek!" Angel and Nudge cried, running forward and throwing their arms out and around the boy. He laughed raspily and hugged them back, grateful that the fight was over.

"You're an idiot, Derek."

Derek froze. He turned slowly, and stared at Renae, who was now standing, smirking. The school must have made her immune to pressure points! Derek thought. But then he thought of something else. "Get back!" He ordered, shoving Angel and Nudge a few feet away. They fell to the ground, but Derek didn't care as Renae caught him in the jaw with a highly packed kick. He threw himself next to her and trapped her in a headlock. She struggled for a few minutes before she stopped and laughed.

"You really are an idiot!" She shrieked, cackling madly.

"DEREK!" Max and the Flock gasped as a blinding pain went through Derek's midsection. He let go of Renae and dropped like a rock. Renae grinned, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth and standing straighter. She looked down at her work. A ragged, old knife was jammed into Derek's stomach. She grinned wider. Kneeling down next to him, she stroked his hair.

"Didn't I always tell you never to let your guard down?" She looked thoughtful. Grabbing a fistfull of his hair, she brought his face close to her smirking one. "However, that was when I didn't hate you. Guess you just aren't as smart as the School thinks you are. Or, rather, thought." She laughed again, still sounding like a lunatic.

Her laughing was cut off by a swift punch to the jaw. Falling back, she stared at the person she thought she'd killed in amazement. "What!" She exclaimed as Derek stood shakily, one hand clutching his stomach. "How is that possible?"

"You missed my lung, you imbecile." Derek breathed, and staggered forward, towards a shell-shocked Renae. He jerked the knife from his stomach, knowing blood loss would soon kill him, and stabbed it right into Renae's throat. She fell back, not moving. Her sightless eyes stared up at the sky, and Derek's begun to close. Both of their breathing had shallowed, and then stopped. As Renae's last sight was a pool of blue, pale sky, Derek's was a sea of black, calm death.

"Well?" Max asked impatiently. The whole group –Cullens, flock, and Welewolves all- sat around the Cullen house. The Cullens and Werewolves both seemed disgusted by the stench, but the flock didn't care about their rivalry one bit. Bella had come, too, shocked to hear what had happened. Renae's body had been burned, her ashes tossed into the river. Carlisle looked paler than his usual pale.

"I'm sorry." Was all he had to say.

"What?" Max exclaimed. "What do you mean, 'sorry'? It couldn't have been too late! You have to be able to do something! Anything!"

"I'm so sorry." Carlisle sank into a seat. "I tried all I could. It was too late even before he closed his eyes." He sounded like a father whose child had moved away. "I'm sorry." He repeated.

"No, Carlisle. It isn't your fault." Edward said, shooting a slight glare at Max.

When they all went up to the room where Derek had been lying, they wanted to cry. Even Fang, who had all but loathed the teen since he'd seen him, felt a pang of guilt and sadness. He wished Derek hadn't died.

Angel and Nudge clung to eachother, crying, and Iggy stood behind them, a hand on one of their shoulders, frowning sadly. His pale blue eyes were slightly puffy. Max wondered if he'd been crying.

Alice and Rosalie looked at Derek through sobs with a sadness so great Max had to look away, and Esme was crying tearless sobs. Carlisle stood close to her, an arm around her shoulders. Emmett, Jasper, and Edward had their heads down, trying to cover the fact they were, in fact, crying softly. It seemed impossible to Max that these big, strong Vampires could cry like this for a boy who only appeared a few days before.

Two days later, the Cullens and the Flock had a funeral for Derek. The Werewolves showed up, as well, having only learned about the news a day before. As they lowered the casket, Derej;s secrets died with him. None of his friends knew the real reason he'd come to Forks. And, if he'd been alive, that is the way he'd have wanted it.

Max and her flock stayed in Forks, not eager to be on the run anytime soon. Though there was still a large gap of trust between Max and her flock, things were getting better.

And, on a small hill between the Werewolf teritory and the Vampire teritory, sat an average sized gravestone with all kinds of flowers sitting around it. The light breeze made the trees around it sway, as if dancing for the loved one underground. On the gravestone, these very words were carved:

Fighter, Friend, Child

A Loved One

Let Him Finally Rest in Peace

Derek