I groaned as I straightened up my back, hearing the bones pop as I did. Digging graves by hand is hard work but Isaac always got to the backhoe first. I was digging an extra grave in case someone else died in this godforsaken town. Isaac was currently digging the grave for Katherine Argent, this crazy bitch who got killed by a mountain lion a couple months ago. I honestly didn't believe it, but nobody cares about my opinion.
Sorry, let me introduce myself. I'm Sofia Lahey, the younger sister of Isaac Lahey by a few minutes. Our brother, Camden, died in battle. After that, my dad started to beat the crap out of me and Isaac. He even had his own torture chamber in the basement for us.
I looked up to see Isaac looking at his reflection and stroking over his black eye. My hand went up to mine, which was still fresh and I hissed at the feeling. I watched him as he paused and looked around, swerving the backhoe around. I furrowed my eyebrows and then smirked as I got an idea. I placed my shovel by the hole, pulling myself up out of it and quietly sneaking up to him.
"Boo!" I yelled as I jumped onto a step of the backhoe. Isaac nearly fell out of his seat as he saw me.
"The hell you do that for, Sof?" Isaac yelled, his hand on his chest.
"Because of the opportunity." I shrugged. "Couldn't pass it up."
"Never do it again." Isaac chuckled before his face hardened and he looked over my shoulder.
"Isaac? What is it?" I asked, confused.
"Behind you." He pointed. I turned but couldn't see anything and turned back with the same look of confusion.
"I don't see anything." I told him.
As soon as I had said that, Isaac was jumping out of his seat. I let out a scream as the backhoe was tipping over. But I didn't have the chance to fall in the open grave like Isaac did. The back of my jacket was grabbed by something and I was thrown backwards, my body hitting the gravestone that read 'Katherine Argent'. I cried out as a sharp, shooting pain travelled up and down my spine.
I looked up to see a black mass of fur hovering over me. I had nowhere to go to because of the stinging pain in my back. It just looked at me and then turned around, scampering off into the woods. I let out a sharp breath as I attempted to move away from my position and get to where Isaac was.
I managed to get to my feet, tears of pain spilling from my eyes as I slowly made my way to the entrance of the grave. I saw Isaac there, staring up at me. I attempted to get down safely but ended up slipping and falling down, landing on my back. I bit down on my lip harshly as I was in horrible pain.
I felt a hand grab my arm and gently pull me up off the ground and saw it was Isaac. I smiled gratefully and tried not to cry even more at my bruised spine.
"Are you okay, Sof?" Isaac whispered.
"I'm fine. Just a little bruise." I reassured him.
We were both startled by a loud creaking and we looked up to see the backhoe was getting lifted up from the top of the grave. A look of confusion decorated my face. What the hell was picking it up?
There was loud footsteps and we both looked up and saw a man stood at the top. It was hard to identify him because it was dark but it was definitely a man. He had a stony expression as he looked at us.
"Need a hand?" He asked and I felt a weight on my arm and saw Isaac slumped on the ground. I looked back up to the man who was just staring at us.
"It's Lahey. Isaac Lahey." Isaac said to the Sheriff.
After Isaac was tipped into a grave and I was thrown into a headstone last night, we reported it to the cops and they were now interviewing us at the graveyard.
"And I'm Sofia Lahey." I told him.
"You both work for your father?" The Sheriff asked.
"When they're not in school." Dad answered for us both. "Which is where they need to be in 20 minutes."
"Yeah, I understand that." Sheriff Stilinski glared at Dad. "I've got a missing teenage girl and our canine unit led us here. She's not wearing any clothes and if she's not here tonight and the temperature really drops-"
"I'm really sorry. I didn't see anything." Isaac cut him off.
"Me neither." I said quietly. My back was starting to hurt again and I just needed to sit down.
"Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a computer screen, he'd remember." Dad insulted Isaac, which made him look down.
"Shut up, Dad." I muttered as I looked at him, which made him glare.
"How'd you get that black eye, Isaac?" The Sheriff asked. I instantly made my dark brown hair cover up mine before the Sheriff could see it. "And you too, Sofia." Dammit!
"School." Isaac lied.
"School fight?" The Sheriff assumed.
"Lacrosse." Isaac told him.
"Lacrosse? You play for Beacon Hills?" He asked with a smile on his face which Isaac nodded to. "My son's on the team. Well, he doesn't play, he just sits on the bench."
"Stiles, right?" I asked to get the attention off Isaac as he looked away at the woods.
"Yeah... you know him?" Mr Stilinski asked.
"I've seen a couple practices. He's a good benchwarmer." I joked which made Mr Stilinski's smile widen.
"And how did you get your black eye, Miss Lahey?" The Sheriff asked. My smile faded and I bit my lip to think of an excuse.
"Uh... last night. I was working, Isaac thought he heard something and I came up behind him. Startled him and he accidentally hit me with the shovel. No big deal." I shrugged, faking a smile.
"Be more careful next time." He smiled and I nodded. "Something wrong, Isaac?" He averted his attention back to Isaac who was looking scared.
"No, Sir. I just remembered I have a morning practice to get to." Isaac reasoned.
"Just one more question." The Sheriff insisted. "You guys get many grave robberies here?"
"A few." I told him. "Usually, they just take stuff like... jewellery."
"What did this one take?" He asked.
"Her liver." Isaac answered for me.
Sheriff Stilinski just looked at him and then at the open grave, where the coffin had been demolished and the body was just laying there. It gave me shivers.
"I'll see you later." I told Isaac as we got to the entrance of school and he nodded, rushing off with his lacrosse gear. I smiled and pushed open the door, stepping inside. I looked at the floor as I approached my locker, opening it swiftly and pulling out a couple books, shoving them into my bag.
I gently closed it and turned around, only to bump into someone. They dropped their books and I bent down, picking them up quickly.
"Sorry." I mumbled, not looking up from the ground as I handed them to the person.
"It's fine." The feminine voice told me. "You're Sofia Lahey, right?"
"Yeah." I said as I looked up and immediately recognized her. It was Allison Argent. She was related to Katherine Argent.
"You got a nasty black eye there." She said as her eyes landed on my bruise.
"Yeah, my brother accidentally hit me with a shovel last night." I lied.
"Ouch." She nodded and smiled.
"You're Allison Argent... related to Katherine Argent?" I asked.
"Uh... yeah. How'd you know that?" She looked confused.
"I work at the graveyard with my brother. We were kinda digging her grave last night." I muttered. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thanks." She nodded again. "I... uh... have to get going. I'll see you around, yeah?"
"Sure." I smiled and watched her leave. I shook my head slightly and walked off to class as the bell rang.
The stools in Chemistry were so uncomfortable. I was resting my head on my hand, having to straighten up and rub my back every five seconds because of the uncomfortable. I almost jumped out of my seat as a paper was slammed in front of me.
"It's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." Stiles Stilinski, who was next to me, attempted to whisper to Scott McCall, who was sat in front of him.
"I know." I heard him whisper back.
"What if the next body she steals from is still alive?" My eyes were fixed on Stiles now. He knew about the grave robbery?
"This is a pop quiz, Mr Stilinsk." Mr Harris declared from the front of the room. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."
"Can you do that?" Stiles asked in disbelief.
"There it is again. Your voice." Harris let out a scoff. "Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently." Most of the class quietly laughed but I just stared at Harris in mild horror. "I'll see you at three for detention." Stiles had the same look on his face. "You too, Mr McCall?" Harris asked as Scott turned around.
"No, sir." Scott said.
I almost jumped out of my seat again as Jackson stood up from his seat, the legs scraping along the floor, and ran out of the classroom, his hand clamped over his nose. I then shrugged it off and began to work on the quiz.
"Are you Sofia Lahey?" I heard a voice ask from next to me after only two seconds into the quiz. I looked up to see it was Stiles.
"Uh... yeah?" I told him, confused.
"You work at the graveyard?" Stiles went on.
"Yeah." I nodded with my answer.
"Do you know anything about the grave robbery last night?" He questioned. I raised an eyebrow.
"Uh... no. You're better off asking my brother. He saw most of the robbery last night." I suggested and then turned back to my paper as Stiles nodded.
Isaac held my arm in his hand as he led me down the stairs of the empty building, the other holding the flashlight. It was then shone around the car that was in the middle and it landed on the same figure that we saw last night. I inched closer to Isaac as the man just stared at us. Who was this guy?
I was finally able to make this story! It took me a while, but I did it! I haven't actually seen a story where Isaac has a sister, but I made it! Now, I'm giving you a guys a choice. Do you want Sofia to be with Stiles or Erica? I can't decide and the decision must be made before I write Chapter 4! Vote in the reviews, please.