Okay, so I have been reading Fan Fiction for a while, and I have finally decided to give it a shot and hope I don't wreck everything. I have always loved Chloe and Derek being together and I do not want that to change. Ever. But while I was reading the book I felt bad for Simon. I mean the girl he might have possibly loved went for his brother, that kind of sucks. So I decided that Simon needs to end up with someone. And since we all know it can't be Chloe or Tori I had to invent a new character for him. And so now I proudly present Jessa!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Darkest Powers series, but I do own my copies of the books, which I totally love!

Chapter 1: First Scent

Jessa walked out of the used bookstore, automatically pulling the hood of her sweatshirt over her head, hiding her face. She stuffed her newly bought paperback book into her pocket. She had been saving up her money for weeks, doing odd jobs around the city, like always. Money was hard to come by when you were a 16-year-old living on your own in the city. It was tough, but she'd rather be here than back where she once was. Images of labs and flashes of kids' faces went through her brain. Jessa shuddered and shook off the flashbacks; they weren't welcome here.

She stepped out onto the sidewalk, pushing her black hair more securely out of sight. She wore an oversize gray hoodie, and baggy jeans that boys were meant to wear. She ducked her head and started walking, shoulders slumped and legs dragging in a relaxed strut, the way dude's walked. In this part of the city you don't just walk outside by yourself at night, not if you're a girl. So she dressed like a guy, avoiding the local hangouts of gangs, keeping herself scarce.

Jessa stiffed the air, her mouth watering at the smell of burgers and hot dogs some vender was selling far away. Having a super sense of smell was great at times when it came to searching for a new place to shack down; but when you were barely making it to one meal to the next, being able to smell food you couldn't eat really became torturous. Stomach rumbling, Jessa walked, wanting to get back to her current home so she could read the book she worked so hard to get.

She met Purple half way there. Purple was her friend from the lab they had grown up in when they were little. They were never really given official names so all the kids picked out their own. Purple named herself after her favorite color, and Jessa had named herself after the nicest nurse at the lab, the one who always kissed her cheeks.

"So, did you get that book you wanted?" Purple asked, skipping along beside her, brown hair bouncing.

Jessa nodded, not speaking as they passed a bunch of guys in leather jackets.

Purple scowled, "I don't know why you insist on dressing like a dude, Jessa. If any guy around here even tried to hurt you, you could tear them to pieces."

Jessa shrugged, it was true, she could beat up any guy around here with her super strength; but it was still safer to stay under the radar.

Purple skipped up to some wanna-be gangster and leaned against the wall next to him, copying his pose, "You could totally beat him up!" she called back to Jessa, "Couldn't she Mr. I'm-trying-to-be-cool-but-am-instead-failing-miserably? I believe she could." Jessa rolled her eyes and kept walking as Purple laughed and skipped up next to her.

"See," Purple said smugly, "He didn't even care."

"It's because your dead, idiot." Jessa mumbled to her.

Purple shot her an angry look, "And you feel the need to remind me why?"

"A gang of losers can't see you and that means they can't beat you up either. But, as for me, they can see me, beat me up, and can make me just as dead as you are now." Jessa told her, knowing the closest person was just some hobo down the street.

Purple smiled, "Touché, my friend, touché."

Yeah, Purple was dead, and was now just a ghost of the friend Jessa used to have. They had killed her. The people at the lab had killed Purple and all the other kids there because they were failed experiments. Jessa had gotten away after Purple (in ghost form) had found her and told her to run. And here she was, in New York, wondering around, knowing that she was a failed experiment and that something was wrong with her. Other than the fact that she can see ghosts of course. And that she was a werewolf.

Or at least she thought she was. Her and Purple had over heard more than one conversation between scientists, and they had figured out pretty quickly that's what they were. Jessa had yet to change into a wolf. She didn't know when she was supposed to or that she would even turn into a wolf. Sometimes she would stay up at night wondering if someday she would wake up and find herself in the body of a monster; not human, not animal, just a bloodthirsty beast.

She sighed and shook her head. Purple had told her more than once that there was no need to dread something that has yet to happen. She took a deep breath of cool night air, trying to relax. She stiffed and stopped walking.

Purple continued a few steps before realizing something was wrong, then stopped, "What is it?" She asked, all joking gone.

Jessa sniffed again, just to double check what she thought she smelled. Her eyes widened and she quickly ducked behind a building before the wind could change directions and her scent be sent the other way.

Purple followed suit, leaning against the building, "What do you smell?" she was whispering even though no one could possibly hear her except Jessa.

"A werewolf." Jessa breathed

"Oh, shit!" Purple swore, and peeked around the corner, "Do you think he smelled you?"

Jessa shrugged, panic causing her thoughts to become all jumbled up. She remembered the other experiments, the ones who were terminated long before Purple had been, the ones who were true failures. They had been extremely territorial, if you even looked at them the wrong way they would snap. She wasn't sure if that was normal for a werewolf or if she was normal for a werewolf, but she really didn't want to find out.

But she really wanted answers. Answers to the questions that had kept her up so many nights. She wanted to know that she wasn't alone in the world, about to turn into a monster at any moment.

"Where is he?" Purple asked.

"Down the street farther, maybe a few blocks away." Jessa whispered, staring stricken and the brick wall across from her.

"Well let's just see how dangerous this werewolf is." And before Jessa could stop her, Purple ran around the corner and down the street towards the werewolf.

Jessa moved farther into the alley she was already in, her hands shaking. Purple was back pretty quick, she ran up to Jessa.

"There's four of them." Purple said, "A big mountain of a guy, your werewolf I assume; a tinier Asian looking dude, a cute little blond girl, and a black haired girl. They're all teenagers, not much older than you; the blond one looks younger but tough. I think you can handle them. And Jessa," Purple looked concerned, "I think you should talk to him, the werewolf, I mean. I know I told you not to worry about anything, but you might never get another chance to talk to a werewolf again. And they look nice. Well, sort of. The girls look nice and so does the Asian guy, who, by the way, is totally gorgeous. The only scary one is the big dude, but he's huge, so he's scary without even trying." Purple was babbling.

Jessa held up a hand, stopping the word vomit that was coming out of Purple's throat "Is it safe?" Jessa asked.

"Do you have your knife with you?" Jessa gave her a look, "Right, dumb question. Okay, honestly? Yeah, I think you will be fine. Just don't do something stupid."

"And if something happens you will have my back?" Jessa asked.

"Of course! Where would you be without your partner in crime?"

Jessa smiled and started to walk out from around her corner. The wind was still blowing in her direction, carrying the scent of the other werewolf towards her. Every cell in her body longed to run away from the unknown threat. She didn't know who this other werewolf was, and she had no idea if this was his turf or not. She had always liked to think she was perfectly human, but now her instincts told her differently.

I have no idea how long it will take before someone reads this; but if you do and you like, feel free to let me know.

Thanks- Cheerfully Blue