Hey everyone, I wanted to start a new fanfic while I waited for Season 3 part 2 so I came up with this idea, I hope you all like it and I ask kindly for you to review. Also this is going to take place in Season 1 and when I get to the end I may start a sequel so here is the first chapter.


"I'm going to go drive around for a little," Victoria called grabbing her keys as she walked for the front door.

"Vic, no, you still have to unpack and tomorrow's your first day," her dad snapped back as her mom walked into the foyer. Victoria stared at her mother her green eye pleading.

"Only for an hour, I'll talk to your father," she answered as the young girl hugged her mom and ran out the front door. Pulling her black hair into a ponytail she climbed into her beat up corolla and looked around the neighborhood. As usual she didn't fit in, not even to her neighborhood. The rich high end didn't feel right to her and she never knew why she was happy with her old clunker. She drove down the street and noticed she was already on 'E' forgetting she drove the car up from LA by herself. Sighing she pulled into a gas station only a black camaro sat at one fueling station. She pulled to the back one trying to get as far away from the camaro as possible.

She walked into the shop and pulled a fifty from her bag and handed it to the cashier. "Fifty on two," she smiled as the man handed her a receipt. Walking back to her car unaware of her necklace falling from her neck. She filled up and concentrated on the numbers trying to not look at the man on the other side.

"Hey," the man called now standing next to her. She jumped and looked at him his green eyes starring back at her.

"Hi," she mumbled as he stared at her, she read the shock that was on his face. "Can I help you?" She felt a small amount fear travel through her veins as she looked at him, she never trusted anyone in leather.

"You dropped this," he said holding up her necklace, the celtic trinity swung in the wind.

"Thank you," she smiled quickly taking it back. He noticed a small red scar on her wrist as she took the necklace.

"What happened?" he questioned as she quickly pulled her long sleeve over the scar.

"Nothing I can remember, something happened a long time ago," she answered slowly drifting away from the conversation. The pump stopped and she put everything back and smiled at the man. "Thanks again," she laughed walking for her door.

"I'm new here, my name's..."

"Victoria," he answered as a cold shiver traveled up her spine. "It says it on your car," he laughed pointing to her license plate as she laughed.

"My dad's idea," she rolled her eyes, "and you are?"

"Derek Hale," he answered as she offered her hand and shook his. "I have a feeling we'll run into each other more than often."

"Why do you say that?" she questioned.

"Small town," he answered as she nodded.

"Is there anything to do here?" she asked slightly interested in what he had to say. Two SUVs then pulled up blocking the camaro in.

"No, you should go," he said becoming cold as she looked at the two SUVs. "Now," he added even colder then the first time. Victoria didn't hesitate and climbed back into her car still feeling slightly scared. Losing all interest in exploring Victoria decided to go home. As she pulled into the driveway a porsche flew down the street and pulled into the driveway next to hers. She noticed the driver was around her age and she smiled at him.

"Hi," she called hoping for a friendly face for once.

"You just move in?" he said kind of snarky.

"Yeah, I did, didn't you see the moving van," she called back giving the same tone he gave her. He looked at her slightly impressed but shrugged any thoughts away and walked in his house.

"What an ass," she mumbled before walking into her home. Without saying hello or a single word to her parents Victoria ran up to her room and went to bed.


The room she sat in was dark and cold, she sat in her bed starring at the door a soft glow shimmering behind it. She felt useless and meek which she hated. The door opened and smoke began filling the room. "Mommy," she called out hoping her mother would rescue her.

"Tori, I'm here," a young male's voice called out.

"Where's mom," she called her eyes watering from the smoke. Reaching out she took the young man's hand and climbed onto his back burying her face in his shoulder trying not to breathe the smoke in. She was placed on the ground as she watched her home burn.

"Cover your ears," the boy demanded but she stared in shock at the house as soft screams began echoing out. "Tori, cover your ears!" the person yelled kneeling next to her placing his hands over her ears. She looked up making eye contact with blue eyes.


Victoria sat up gasping for air almost in tears looking around her room. "Mom!" she called out as her mother briskly walked into the room a tired look on her face.

"Victoria, it's ok," her mother cooed sitting on her daughter's bed.

"It's the same dream every time," she whined tightening her grip on her mother's night gown. "I don't understand it," she moaned.

"Victoria, it's alright, the doctor just said..."

"That it's a defense mechanism against my anxiety attacks," she groaned. "But it feels so real?"

"Victoria, it's alright your home," her mother smiled brushing her long black hair. "You can skip school and start tomorrow if..."

"No, I'm not going to let my anxiety win," she barked as her mother smiled.

"Then get ready," she laughed before leaving her daughter alone. After taking a shower and changing jeans and a shirt she grabbed her coat and ran down the stairs, grabbing her keys she made her way for the door.

"Victoria Grace Dawson," her dad barked as she closed her eyes wondering what she could of done wrong.

"Yes daddy?" she asked walking into his office. An innocent childlike expression was on her face and she was hoping her punishment wouldn't be so severe.

"Have a good day," he replied without looking up from his desk.

"That's it? I'm not in trouble?"

"Why would you be in trouble? What did you do?" he asked more serious as she shrugged and kissed his head before running for the door. "What did you do?" he repeated but she continued on her way and got in her car and drove to her new school. She pulled into the parking lot of the massive brick school and parked in the corner where hardly any cars were. She walked up the stairs and into the main office.

"Hi, um I'm new here," she said nervously.

"What a pretty accent, Irish?" the lady at the reception smiled as Victoria laughed a little.

"Thank you and yes," she nodded slightly embarrassed.

"What's your name sweetie?"

"Victoria Dawson," she replied as the woman handed her a piece of paper. The assistant principal's door opened and he walked over to her.

"This is our assistant principal, he can show you around," the woman said as Victoria nodded and followed the man out.

"So you came from LA?"

"I did, my father's company keeps us moving a lot," she smiled.

"How long were you in LA?"

"Four years, before that we were in..."

"Ireland?" he asked as she laughed with a nod.

"I'm still getting used to it here." He opened her english room door and escorted her in. Hardly anyone sat in the room waiting for the first bell and Victoria took a seat in the back next to the window just as the first bell rang. A group of kids walked in and the room began to fill up. As class began she noticed the two boys in front of her talking nearly the entire class. "Excuse me," she whispered tapping the short brown haired one's shoulder. They stopped their talking and looked at her. "I can't hear the teacher," she whispered in a hushed tone as the curly haired one he was talking to began to laugh.

"Yeah, Stiles you are pretty loud," the girl next to Victoria added.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he stuttered for a moment before she smiled at him. He looked at her for a moment almost as if he was thinking too hard.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry...you just look familiar," he stated as she nodded sarcastically. "I'm Stiles by the way."

"I know, she said that," Victoria pointed to the girl. "I'm Victoria," she replied.

"Nice to meet you," he smiled shaking her hand as she smiled a little more. "That's Scott and Allison," he added as the boy and girl waved at her.

"Is there a problem back there Mr. Stilinksi?" the teacher barked as Stiles sat up.

"Uh...no sir, just helping the new girl where we are," he said quickly as Victoria looked at him slightly confused. The teacher turned back around and began talking about whatever it was he was talking about.

"Thanks, making it look like I was lost," she snapped wanting to flick the back of his neck.