AN: This is my first ever story, so please be gentle. I got the idea for Izzie while watching the second season and I have a lot of plans for what she's going to be going through. If there's any way that I can make this story better, don't hesitate to tell me in a review
Izzie McCall was as normal as normal could be. She went to school, did her homework, and pointlessly bickered with her twin brother on a daily basis. Even her looks were normal, with her tan skin, hazel eyes and dark brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She was basically just a girl version of her brother Scott, who was only a few minutes older than her.
Izzie was a normal girl living in a boring town. Beacon Hills wasn't a very interesting place to live. Pretty much the only interesting thing that ever happens is Izzie's life is the weirdness of her and her brother's friend Stiles. Stiles is the reason that Scott is such a trouble maker. He and Scott constantly come up with ways to keep life entertaining, often dragging Izzie along for the ride. She didn't really mind as long as she never got in trouble. Izzie is well acquainted to pulling the innocent card when it comes to punishments from her mother, or Stiles father depending on what the three were doing.
If it weren't for Scott and Stiles, Izzie would be the most well behaved 16-year-old anybody would ever find. At least that's what her mother and everyone else in Beacon Hills seems to think. She's a lot more rebellious than even Scott is willing to give her credit for. She can sneak out of the house, get caught red handed, and still talk her way out of getting into serious trouble. It was a skill that Izzie was particularly fond of.
However, when Stiles came to the house one night wanting to go look for a dead body, she was ready to put her foot down.
"C'mon Izzie you have to come," Stiles said after explaining everything he heard about what happened in the woods.
They were all standing outside, and it wasn't exactly warm out, and Izzie wasn't really in the mood to stay out there much longer.
"I don't have to do anything. I'm going to stay home, get some sleep, and hope you two don't get yourselves killed while you're gone. Besides, I don't think there would be anything I could say to get out of trouble if we got caught," Izzie said crossing her arms. She kind of did want to go, but she wasn't willing to get in such a heap of trouble. This was why she could talk her way out of anything, she never did all the same stupid things that the other two like to do. That, and there was a phase where she was a complete tattle-tale. She's so glad she grew out of that, because otherwise her life wouldn't be nearly as entertaining as it was.
"Yeah Stiles, maybe it isn't such a good idea to go. Besides, I want to get some sleep before practice tomorrow," Scott weakly argues. Izzie rolled her eyes already knowing that he was going to cave in.
"Dude, when is anything like this every going to happen again? Who knows maybe we'll actually be the ones to find the body," Stiles started twitching with anticipation. Izzie and Stiles looked at Scott, and both could tell by the look on his face that he was already in.
"You two go right on ahead, but like I said, I'm staying home."
"You won't say anything to mom?" Scott asked.
"Do I ever? Just make sure you guys are careful while you're out there," Izzie said reluctantly.
"You're the best Iz," Scott said kissing her on her cheek, getting a small smile in return. Although they spend most of their time arguing, Scott and Izzie are actually pretty close to each other.
"You guys better get going if you want to be the ones to find the stupid body," and before she could even register what happened, the two were in Stiles' jeep and driving away.
Izzie sighed and walked back in to the house, shaking her head all the while. She was pretty sure something was going to go wrong, and she tossed and turned in her bed up until she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. She stayed in bed telling herself she would just wait until morning to ask about the stupid little adventure, but curiosity got the better of her, and she was up out of bed heading to Scott's room.
She figured he was just in the bathroom when she walked in and saw the room empty. She glanced around the room, and her eyes widened when she saw a bloody shirt on his floor.
"Scott?" Izzie asked loudly. She heard some clanking from his bathroom before he opened the door and stuck his head out.
"Izzie I thought you went to sleep." Scott said quickly
"I tossed and turned more than I slept. Is everything okay?" She asked unsure of how her brother was acting.
"Um, yeah I'm fine, you know there's nothing wrong, or anything, and uh yeah, no I'm great," Scott stuttered out.
"Mmm," Izzie said looking back towards the shirt she saw, "then why is there a bloody shirt in your room. What happened out there? And don't you dare tell me it's nothing Scott."
"Damn it," Scott muttered. "Okay, you can't freak out."
"And why would I freak out?"
"Because you and blood don't mix well. And you freak out about everything," Scott replied, causing Izzie to roll her eyes.
"Will you just tell me what happened?"
Scott opened the door to reveal his shirtless self with a very ugly bite mark on his side. Izzie crinkled up her nose and took a deep breath. Izzie and blood really weren't the best of friends.
"Oh gross," she said looking at the blood that was still oozing out, "what the hell did you get bit by?" Scott was about to answer, but was cut off by a small yawn from Izzie.
"Look you're tired. I'll tell you about it tomorrow when we meet up with Stiles."
"Fine," Izzie sighed, she was about to walk away but then decided there was something she wanted to do.
"What?" Scott asked noticing her lack of movement.
"Oh nothing," Izzie said with an innocent smile. Her smile dropped and she smacked Scott on the arm.
"Jeez, what the hell was that for?" Scott yelled, going back to fix the bite.
"I clearly remember telling your dumb ass to be careful. If getting bit by something is your definition of careful I would hate to see you when you're being reckless."
"Hey it wasn't my fault, there were deer and they came out of nowhere, and I lost my inhaler, and I thought I said I would talk about this tomorrow?"
"You lost your inhaler? Mom is going to kill you when she finds out."
"She's not going to find out because I clearly remember hearing that you weren't going to tell her anything," Scott said cautiously.
"And I'm not going to, but you're going to have to tell her something when you have an asthma attack and don't have your inhaler to do anything about it."
"I'm going to look for it after school tomorrow."
"Whatever, I'm going to bed now. Have fun with the bite."
"Yeah, you have a good night too," Scott said sarcastically, Izzie responding with a laugh.
When morning came, Izzie waited patiently until Scott would start talking about what happened. This wasn't an easy thing for her to do, especially when she and her brother were riding their bikes to school. She didn't even snap at douchebag Jackson when he was being an ass, because she knew it would take time away from Scott talking about the bite.
"So I'm pretty sure it was a wolf," Scott said when Stiles walked up to the siblings.
"No it wasn't," Stiles said clearly holding back a laugh.
"What do you mean it wasn't? I heard a wolf howling."
"California hasn't had any wolves in like sixty years, right Izzie?" Stiles said turning to the girl.
"He's right Scott," she said sheepishly while shrugging. Izzie felt bad, but it didn't make any sense for Scott to have been bitten by a wolf.
"Then I guess you guys aren't going to believe me when I tell you I found the body."
"What? Why didn't you tell me when you got home," Izzie glared.
"Because you could barely keep your eyes open last night. Anyway, I can show you where when we go look for my inhaler after school," Scott replied.
Izzie just groaned knowing that there was no way she was going to get out of it this time, while Stiles started to reply and ended up talking about Lydia Martin as she walked by.
"Ooh, tough break," Izzie said walking away to go to her locker. Unlike the two bozos she associates with, she wanted to get to class before the bell rang so she wouldn't be stuck at a seat she really didn't want to be in. Izzie had a thing for sitting as close to the back corner as she could get, as did most other students who went to boring classes.
The only interesting thing to happen in her English class was that the school had a new girl named Allison. Which she learned had a locker right next to hers. Izzie couldn't help but notice Allison smile at her brother and decided that she needed to play typical little sister. She inwardly smiled at the thought of becoming friends with Allison and telling her embarrassing stories about her dork of a brother.
"Hi I'm Izzie," she said when Allison closed her locker.
"Allison You were just in my last class right?"
Before Izzie had a chance to answer, Lydia walked up, and Izzie knew that that would be the end of the conversation she and Allison were just having. They were talking about Allison's jacket when Jackson, Lydia's boyfriend, came up to them.
"So there's this party on Friday, you should come," Lydia said to Allison.
"That sounds great, but it's family game night and it's not likely that I can get out of it."
"Oh, well that's too bad," Jackson said, he then turned his attention to Izzie, "you're welcome to come to," he said when he finally caught Izzie's attention.
"Who, me?" Izzie asked with genuine surprise.
"Totally," Lydia started, "you're far to pretty to be stuck hanging out with, um, whoever it is you hang out with," she said slowly, not knowing who Izzie associated her time with.
"Uh, thanks. I'll think about it," Izzie replied not sure of what to say. It isn't normal to be complimented by someone like Lydia.
"Well you can think about it while we all watch the lacrosse practice," Lydia said grabbing Izzie and Allison's hands and walking off behind Jackson.
"I don't know, it was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball," Scott said while they were walking through the woods after his amazing performance at practice, "but it's not just that. I can hear and smell things that I shouldn't be able to."
"Like what," Izzie asked looking rather amused.
"Like the mint gum in Stile's pocket, and the fact that Lydia personally thinks you're too pretty to hang out with us," Izzie pursed her lips and walked on, while Stiles pulled out a piece of gum from his jacket that he didn't know he had.
"And this all happened when you got the bite?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, what if I'm super hyped up on adrenaline and then I die or something?" Scott asked nervously.
"It sounds like lycanthropy to me," Izzie said while trying to keep a straight face. She looked at Stiles and knew that he was going to play along.
"Is that bad?" Scott asked getting even more nervous.
"Dude, you don't even want to know," Stiles said, "but the positive thing is that it only ever happens once a month."
"Once a month?"
"On the night of the full moon," Stiles said looking at Izzie.
They simultaneously let out a howl, and laughed at the look on Scott's face.
"That was not okay, there could be something seriously wrong with me."
"Oh come on Scotty, what's so wrong about being a werewolf?" Izzie giggled.
"Obviously we're kidding. But we'll know for sure on Friday, since it's a full moon."
Scott rolled his eyes and started looking around, "I could've sworn it was right here. I need to find my inhaler; those things are like eighty bucks."
"I told you that it was a bad idea to come out last night," Izzie said not bothering to help look for the inhaler. She looked up and gasped when she saw a guy standing in front of them.
"Holy hell," she said releasing a big breath, bringing Stiles and Scott's attention to the guy wearing all black.
"What are you doing here? This is private property," he said sternly.
"We were looking for my brother's inhaler," Izzie said looking at him like she was trying to figure something out.
"And you are?" the man asked with raised eyebrows.
"That's none of your concern," Scott said, not liking the way he was talking to his sister.
"Stay off my property," he said before tossing the inhaler to Scott, and walking away. Izzie stared at him as he walked off.
"I've seen him before," Izzie said quietly, still trying to figure out why he was so familiar.
"That was Derek Hale. Remember his house burned down a few years ago, maybe that's how you know him," Stiles said.
"Maybe," Izzie said unconvinced.
"C'mon I have to get to work," Scott said pulling Izzie out of her thoughts.
Izzie knows she's seen this guy before. She just can't pin point where. She tried to shake her head of it, since it really wasn't anything important about it, but her mind wouldn't let her. And all she did for the rest of the day was think about Derek Hale, and try to figure out just how she knows him.
