Author's Note: Thank you so much for taking the time to look at my first chapter. It really means a lot. I'm very excited to write this Teen Wolf fanfiction and hope to finish before I go to school at the end of August. I'm hoping to go in depth and dig deeper into the other characters and not only my OC Vivian's perspective. Please review and tell me what you think about it because I'm honestly curious what you guys think or if I should keep going. Thanks for reading again! :)


- Vivian -

The music was blaring as I peeled down the empty road. I belt out the lyrics to keep everything blank but my mind was racing like the white boarder line on the side of the road. I try to keep my thoughts from trailing into the shadows of my head but it seemed to be gravitating toward like a moth to light. The haunted memories enjoyed to pop up in my times alone.

I was running away from it all. When my Dad told me about a mission hundreds of miles away from family and friends, I latch onto the opportunity with no details of what I was doing. I packed up my old Civic with my two duffle bags and was ready to go.

My family thought it was because I was now confident with my skills and ready for a challenge. My friends thought I took the chance to have more kills under my belt and to show off. I did it for fear of my well-being and to escape the surroundings. I couldn't tell them what happened on our last full moon hunt. I need a road trip so I could finally stop it with the fake happy smiles and constant lying for an hour or so. Just to feel sane again and give me time to feel human. But then the second act will begin and I'll play the strong, stable, undamaged huntress and leave the frightened, emotional broken, bit girl backstage.

I tried to focus on the positive. I was going to see my Aunt Kate, Grandpa, and finally meet my cousin. I had my new home in Beacon Hills.

- Isaac -

"Isaac!" Erica was calling for me to save her. Again.

I lift my face from my book to smirk in her direction. Boyd had her pinned to the ground. Every muscle in her curvy body was flexing and jerking under his steel grip. I could smell the distress in the air.

"Save yourself." I spit out and get back to my reading as I recline my chair. My ribcage had just healed I didn't feel like breaking it again today.

I only read two paragraphs before I heard a commotion and was violently knocked to floor by a flash of blonde hair. I heard my ribcage crunch under pressure then all my limbs pinned to the floor. Erica's honey brown eyes peered into mine with delight as she held me down.

"The bitch bit my arm." Boyd rubbed his wrist as he appeared into sight above her. After seeing that, I slowly let a smile creep onto my face as I turn my stare towards her.

"You wouldn't fucking dare." Erica's words came out in a hard, thick line.

I snap at her wrist and she hops off me immediately.

"Little prick." She snickers as she goes to steal my chair. I prop myself up and wait to let my ribs set into place again.

"So what time is Derek getting back?"

"Who knows? Who cares? He's probably talking with Scott, again." Erica spat out as the chair spun round and round.

The only things on Derek Hale's mind are training, the hunters, or Scott. Even though he created two other wolves after me, he's only wanted Scott in the pack and I could sense why. We are all unstable. Boyd is out for himself. Erica is obsessed with her new image and jumps into things to soon. And I am prone to have panic attacks during fights and in conversation. Scott was the perfect werewolf and the apple of Derek's eye.

I wish I could be like Scott in that way or at least be able to fix myself to Derek's liking. I could sense him despise me somewhat when I would run off into the woods when an attack would hit. But it was better than him and my pack mates watch me tremble and shake in a corner for minutes. Usually after, I'd walk through the woods and prolong the looks the Alpha would fling at me.

"Scott's a great guy and anyways Erica, you're supposed to entice him unto our side." He turned to me and we laughed together. Erica's lips pulled back into a harmless growl.

"All he talks about is Allison all the time. And how great she is and how pretty she is. It's disgusting." She rolled her eyes and reclined back into the chair with folded arms.

Erica was extremely beautiful, she always had been. Her seizures though always left her in the dark though. Now with her new life, she doesn't have them anymore and can wear the things she wants or strut without fear of falling over and shaking spastically. Now all the boys at Beacon Hills High want her, all except Scott which makes her want him more.

"Now Erica, don't be so catty." Boyd said. I chuckled as my pack mates stare at me oddly.

"It's funny, because we are wolves and she's being 'catty'." I explain and they still both look at me with the same expression but slowly start to smile.

"It actually is pretty funny." Boyd stated and gave a deep, throaty chuckle. Erica rolls her eyes playfully and stands up.

"We should practice some more before Derek gets home. I want to impress him with some new moves." I feel my ribs and can tell they are almost healed.

"Oh, that's all you want to do with Derek." I say, smirking at Erica's little crush on our pack leader. Erica didn't think it was so funny though as she growls and lunges for me.

Game on.

- Vivian -

It was another twenty minutes until I pulled up to my destination. The giant brick house was a surprise compared to the other places I lived. Multiple Hummers and sport cars were in the drive way making mine seem pathetic.

Beacon Hills itself was a small town. I saw people talking to each other on the corner and children playing in the front yards and streets. Most of the restaurants and shops were local other than a Wal-Mart and McDonalds. It seemed familiar like the other small towns I've lived in.

I grab my duffle bags from the back and approach the big oak door. Before I could put down my bags to knock, a sandy blonde, blue eyed man swung the door open. He had my father's jaw line and Aunt Kate's wicked grin.

"Uncle Chris?" I ask.

"Yes I am, let me grab that for you." He grabbed my bag out of my hands and gave me an awkward embrace before leading me into the house.

The only blood-related relatives I've met and remember are my Aunt Kate and my Grandpa Gerard. My Uncle Chris and his family I had met before on multiple occasions but that was before I had my accident. My Dad told me before I left that Allison and I used to be very close when I was a toddler before we went out separate ways.

"I'll get the rest out of your ca-"

"This is it." I stated before he could finish. He looked at me puzzled for a minute.

"Really? When Allison moved, she had duffle bags and suit cases and boxes full of stuff."

"I have my bow and my favorite items. I decided I would buy new clothes once I got here. I was thinking bonding time with Allison."

"That's a great idea." He said smiling. "She needs to hang out with a hunter her age. She learned about the wolves a little late in the game compared to others and there aren't many other people with kids around these parts."

"Who does she train with then? Aunt Kate?" I question him as he takes me up the wooden stair case. I saw his body tense as he walked down the steps then become relaxed again a couple seconds later into the silence.

"She did for a while. She just has other things on her mind right now. Here is your room, unpack and make yourself comfortable. When you ready, you can go down to the kitchen. I think Gerard is making something for tonight." He gave me a reassuring smile and left my in the room.

It was pleasant but very plain. Light beige walls with a darker beige colored bedding. The wooden floor was partnered with a big wooden dresser and night stand. In the opposite corner of the room, a metal vanity was tucked near the closet. On the far wall, was a giant picture window covered by blinds.

I plop down on the bed to rest for a minute. It felt like a cloud. My thoughts were scrambling as I lay there motionless. When I walked down stairs, I would find out what my mission was. It could be simple, or it could be difficult. Either way, it was better than being with my immediate family and far more dangerous.

I fold up my shirt and rip of the bandage to take a peak at my progress. The wound was red and puff still but the wound had obviously healed a bit over the past five days. I had a couple more weeks until I would find out my fate. I shudder, covering the bite back up and tug my shirt back down.

I got up and put everything away in a matter of seconds. My laptop and iPod were in my end table, threw my make-up and other beauty supplies on the vanity, all the clothing I had was neatly put away in the dresser, and I put my favorite dresses, jacket, and weapons in the closet. I tuck the duffle bags under my bed and I was finished. Home sweet home.

I left my room and headed for the kitchen. I walk down the stairs and through the hallway but a table full of picture frames catches my eye. I look down and see a family portrait of my Uncle's family; just him,Victoria, and Allison.

Chris stood in the back with a protective stance but with an expression like stone but his eyes held this light in them. His wife, on the other hand, tried to replicate the same expression but it made her look venomous as she sat. With her slicked red hair and cold grey eyes, she reminded me of a cobra ready to strike its prey. Then there was Allison. She looked about fifteen in the photo and her smirk that remind me of my Dad's. Her hair had the same wavy look that mine has but she has a honey brown compared to my black. The most captivating feature about her was her warm chocolate eyes that seemed like they could melt a sour mood.

Then my eyes darted through the others. Pictures of vacations, of Aunt Kate and Allison, and snap shots of their everyday life from their entire life were scattered across the table. One pops out more than the rest. It was of Allison and a dark headed, grey eyed girl I was assuming was me at a pool. We looked around the age of six and we both were laughing.

"Do you remember any of it?"

I whip around fast and come face to face withVictoria. Her snake like presence was obvious and her eyes were more alarming in person. I calm myself and let a laugh out to break the tension I created.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I was just curious since you have that big chunk of your life missing." She tried to say kindly.

"I honestly don't remember Allison or even you Aunt… Victoria." I answer awkwardly.

"Please, just call me Aunt Vicky." She said with a wicked grin.

"Okay." I said with a smile.

"Well, Allison should be home from her friend's house soon and she slightly remembers you. I think she is really excited for you to be here." Her smile began to soften a bit as she heads toward the main door. "I'm going to run out and buy some stuff for breakfast tomorrow. Grandpa is in the kitchen."

"Already, I'll head in there now." I point my thumb behind me and I start in the general direction.

"See you in a bit." I don't turn back but I hear the door open and close.

I knew I hit the kitchen when the familiar scent of my Grandpa Gerard's pot roast hit my nose. He made it every time he visited us. I smiled as warm memories swept into my head.

"Is that my little Vivian?" His old voice sounded like a smile and I turned to see him.

"Hi Grandpa!" I said beaming. I missed him so much since our last visit a year ago when he met us up inChicago. He wraps his arms around me and gives me a squeeze. I felt all of my insecure feelings fade.

"You've been training?" He asked as he looked at me.

My body had changed drastically since I've been told about my role in life. As a hunter, you need to be strong, fit, skilled, cunning, durable, and in my case, bait for the males and some girls. I used to be a slightly chunky kid but with a lot of work, I have a tight, curvy body.

"Yes, I have. I'm ready for my mission actually." I said with a cocky smirk.

"And I have no doubt you can pull it off." He said with a smile. "Now wash your hands and chop up these strawberries for dessert."

As we cooked, we chatted about my life and how I was doing. The other young hunter friends I managed to make over the year through various locations and missions. I stayed away from the topic of what I did on the missions and focused on the happy thoughts and good memories until everything was prepared. In perfect timing, Uncle Chris walked in with a look of regret on his face.

"Now that we are done I guess it's time to talk about the mission." Gerard's smile was gone as he sat at one of the stools. I lean again the sink as I brace myself for the information. The other two take their seats and paused until Uncle Chris opened his mouth.

"We need you to befriend the pack." I let the statement settle in my brain in less than a second. I was going to be a spy but they looked at me like this was going to be worse than I expected.

"Okay… Anything else I should know?" I waited for them to respond but they looked sort of puzzled.

"I actually just did this with a pack that killed a couple people nearChicago. Went undercover, did the whole thing. It was simple." I lied. It wasn't simple at all. And it was completely terrifying. But I held my facial expression and let my eyes flick between the two men.

"I remember exactly what you did and how you did it. I was there, remember?" He said harshly. "We want you to target one in general and get him to… fall for you." The last words left my Grandfather's lips with great disgust. This wasn't like last time.

"You want me to spend alone time with a known killer?" I asked in disbelief.

"He isn't the main guy we are after. We are looking for the Alpha and plan on taking him down…" Chris explained.

"What happens to this wolf I take advantage of?"

"We kill him." Gerard said blankly and coldly. A blood cover knife under the moon light popped in my head. I shook my head.

"I won't kill him. We have the Code." I state.

"We have no Code." I look up, startled at my Grandpa's cold, twisted voice. He glared at with me with such intensity that I didn't want to look him in the eyes but couldn't look away.

"What did the young one and the Alpha do exactly?" My voice quivered softly. There was a long silent pause until my Grandpa's voice rang out.

"The new wolf killed his own father. The Alpha- The Alpha killed your Aunt Kate." I could feel my heart ripping in half. I could feel the tears welling-up. My breath is short and my body is quaking.

"Can I go outside for a moment? Please?" My voice breaks and crackles as I beg my Uncle for the favor.

He nods and I run out to the unfamiliar back patio. Even if I had been there before, my tears blur the scene until it is one unidentifiable blob. I notice the green trees in the background and their thickness and dense. The woods. Before I knew it, I was running towards them. Through the brush, I continued. Little branches hit a scratched my face as I just kept going.

She was gone.

Aunt Kate was the only person I could trust. She was my mentor, trainer, and my best friend. She protected me and I would do anything for her, no matter what she asked. We shared our secrets. But now, she was dead; just a rotting corpse in the ground where I'd never get to see her smile again. We would never go on a full moon hunt and I'd never get the chance to tell her how much she meant to me.

My heart was vibrating in my chest and my lungs collapse. I fell to the ground gasping for air. Through my trembling shakes, I managed to prop myself against and tree and wait out this feeling.

- Isaac -

We were wrestling when Derek came back. As always, he looked pissed off but this time there was a hint of worry and the rest of the pack could feel it. I get off from Erica and watch Derek intently.

"What's going on?" Erica was always the first to break long silences. Derek paused a little before answering.

"We have a new hunter in town." He answered stoically.

"Who is he?"

"She actually and she is Vivian Argent. I don't know who she knows is a werewolf or not so you have to stay on the down low so from now on; no more attitudes, no hanging out with each other during the school day." He stated before leaving.

"She's in high school. Why the hell should we be afraid of her?" Erica complained. Derek growled at her until she cowered to the ground in submission.

"She helped take down a whole pack and personally took down the Alpha, an Alpha older than me and a pack stronger than us." He waited a moment to let the information sink in.

"So we're screwed." I state and Derek looked at me with a blank expression.

"No, not if you're careful. Scott told me that Allison knows the girl only follows Code and since we haven't broken any rules yet, she won't willingly come after us. This is her first solo mission and what she does is up to her. Just don't act out and we won't have to deal with a problem." And with that, Derek left us alone again.

"Vivian Argent." Boyd broke the silence.

"We'll just have to be careful."

"Or we can have some fun with her." Erica stated and extended her claws.

"Don't you have enough issues with Allison? You could've flown under the radar but you had to pick a fight." I growl at her.

She had ever opportunity to have the Argents off of her back and to blend into the crowd like Boyd did. But she chose to be in the limelight. Something I never had the chance to do.

"The only way to be better is to fight and survive. We have to intimidate threats or they will think we are weak." She hissed through her teeth and was right in my face before I knew it. I grab hold of her wrists before she does anything hasty.

"You need to focus on making yourself better Erica instead of trying to fight everyone." I growl right in her face. Before I knew it, she broke free from my grasp.

"Fuck you Isaac!" She snarled as she knocked me to the ground and slashed my face. "You need to be better Isaac! Be better Isaac!" I could feel my body shift.

You need to be better Isaac. Be better Isaac. It was like my Dad was right in the room, smiling devilishly at me with horrible plans. I could feel it coming on. My body began to tremble and shake as I ran out of our hide out to the woods. I got far enough in and let myself fall to the floor and deal with my problem in the privacy of the woods.

- Vivian -

I was lost.

I usually had a good sense of direction but everything in my head was jumbled. My body had stop shaking and my tears I now had under control. I wiped under my eyes to get rid of any smudges under my eyes. The sun was shining through cracks in the trees and I try to look at my phone in the shadows, I've been out for forty minutes and had no way of getting home.

From behind, I heard a twig snap. I spin around to come face to face with a curl headed boy. We both freeze and look each other directly in the eye like a deer in the headlight. I peer and see that his were a soft bluish grey and I could see ghost floating in them.

After a second, I saw him tense. Without thinking, I crouch down and my hand flew down under my pant leg and… There was nothing but bare skin. I left my knife at home in the closest along with every other weapon I could've used as defense. Shit.

"Umm, hi, are you lost?" He asked softly. I look up from my low position up to his face. His hand was extended to help me up. I was cautious though and pushed myself off of the ground without his help.

"Actually, yes I am." I nervously sputter out.

"Would you know how to get to your house from the main road?" His hands had been tucked into his black leather jacket and he didn't seem like he would harm me.

I nod my head yes and he starts to walk away. I stand still and watch him. He was a lengthy boy and his jaw line was amazing. He was definitely very attractive. He turned around and looked at me.

"Are you coming?" I break away from my thoughts and jog beside him.

- Isaac -

She looked about my age. She had jet black wavy hair, perfectly pouted lips, and alarming grey eyes that were oddly familiar. Her body reminded me of Erica's but she didn't have that hard strut, she walked softly as not to disturb anything around her. Plus her boobs weren't as big as Erica's.

I bet in at normal times, she was stunning but today, she looked a mess. Her eyes were wet and her runny make-up was still under her eyes a bit. There was dirt caked on her butt. I still thought she was beautiful though. There was no doubt about it.

I tried to joke with her to make her comfortable. I could smell the fear and negative emotions rolling off of her but she'd give me a soft smile or let out a giggle. We would start conversations about the weather but they would quickly end. She slowly started to trust me and would throw snarky comments at me playfully. By the end of the trek, there were no awkward silences and just pleasant conversation.

"So, do you go to the high school?" She looked at me with a hard look as we reached the road.

"Yeah, I do."

"Would you mind not telling anyone about this? It's just been… a really bad day until you showed up." She looked up at me with a pathetic look and half smile.

"I won't. I have my off days too." I tell her. We stand at the side of the road awkwardly for a while.

"Well, I better get going. My… Family will be wondering where I am." I tell her and break away.

"Wait!" I turn around and look at her with a puzzled look. "What's your name?"

"Isaac, you?" I held out my hand for a shake. She looked at it warmly and smiled.

"Vivian. Vivian Argent." She shook my hand and a cold shiver danced up and down my back. "See you around Isaac."

She turned around and walked down the road with her back turned. This was the perfect time to attack. I could take her out in a heartbeat right now. The Argents wouldn't even assume us because she had just arrived and we shouldn't have even known about her yet. I could save my pack from her prying eye and keep us safe for a little while longer.

But the she looked back and gave me this smile. A smile that calmed my thoughts and made every corner of my brain turn blank. I don't know if I could hurt Vivian Argent.