Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or any of its characters or ideas.

This is for my Teen Wolf fans. It's a one shot that I wrote after the season 3A finale when Derek leaves Beacon Hills with Cora. If you like it please let me know and I will gladly continue it into a mini story.

Reviews are appreciated :)

It had been almost a year since Derek and Cora had left Beacon Hills. A year Rayne had to replay every minute of her short time with Derek over and over in her mind. A year Scott had to watch his sister spend her every living minute in a constant state of pain.

Rayne had been distant with everyone in the pack, as well as her family. Everyone tried to steer clear of mentioning the former Alpha around her. Shockingly to everyone the person Rayne allowed to be near her the most was Peter. The elder Wolf had not left her side more than a handful of times.

Things in Beacon Hills had been quiet for the most part. They were all on high alert for something dark to come, but so far they had been spared.

However their peace was about to be shattered.

Rayne had finally had enough of Peter coddling her, and her family and pack watching her every move. It was like being on suicide watch. Silently she slipped out of the house and started walking into town, her destination the local bar for a drink.

Several hours later Rayne had just exited the bar after having a few beers, when she bumped into a rock solid object. But before she could fall, said object caught her with two strong arms wrapped around her waist.

The she-wolf looked up into a set of amber eyes, set in a chiseled pale face. The man released her only after she assured him that she wouldn't fall. Rayne took him in quickly from head to toe. Black hair slicked back, broad shoulders, and every inch covered in muscles. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome.

"I'm so sorry. I should probably watch where I'm walking more often. Of course then I wouldn't have bumped into such a beautiful woman."

Rayne smiled at his compliment, his voice ran over her like crushed velvet, enveloping her in it. "It's okay, I wasn't exactly watching where I was going either."

The man smiled, his perfectly white teeth gleamed back at her. "Forgive me for being forward, but would you like to go on a date with me?"

Rayne thought for a moment contemplating as she absently fingered the scar on her left hip. Derek's mark. "Yes, I'd love to."

"Wonderful. So how about we meet at the Italian place around the corner, say tomorrow night around 7?"

"That's sounds great. I'm looking forward to it."

The man gives her a slight bow, "Till tomorrow then." He turns to leave.

Rayne smiles, then she remembers something. "Wait. I forgot to ask your name?"

He turns back, "Demetri."

"Rayne."

"Till tomorrow, Rayne. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Rayne walked home with a smile for the first time in a long time. Luckily for her no one was home to question her sudden good mood, which was a blessing for Rayne as she didn't want to say anything yet, in case nothing came of this date. Rayne slept soundly that night, her first night of rest in a long while.

The next morning Rayne ran through her usual routine. Breakfast, a jog, checking on Derek's home and loft, visiting Deaton, then Peter and finally returning home to get ready for her date.

Rayne showered and then did her hair and makeup. She put on a pair of black jeans, a red off the shoulder shirt, her trademark black boots and her black leather jacket. She snuck out of the house not wanting to explain where she was going to her brother or Isaac, who happened to be home on a Saturday night which puzzled Rayne.

Dinner was wonderful and the two of them found they had so much in common. They took a walk around the park chatting idly.

"I had a wonderful time, Demetri."

"As did I Rayne. You are a remarkable woman."

"Thank you."

"Which only makes what I have to do that much harder. Please forgive me."

"What…"

Before she could finish her sentence Rayne was grabbed tightly, her arms pinned to her sides. She struggled for a moment before a blinding pain shot through her rendering her immobile. Demetri had bit down on her neck, right at the junction of her neck and shoulder. Rayne struggled against him but it seemed the more she did the weaker she became. Rayne then realized he was draining her blood, her life was being sucked out of her and the more she struggled the faster it happened. In less than one minute Demetri had released her and was laying her down on the pavement.

"Forgive me Rayne. It is nothing personal, but you are an enemy of my kind. One less werewolf to worry about."

Rayne laid immobile watching as Demetri disappeared in a flash, faster than she had ever seen a werewolf move. What the hell was he? Rayne realized she was going to die if she didn't do something quick. So mustering what little strength she had left, she turned her head to the sky and let her voice sound.

Inside his bedroom Scott and Isaac quickly look up at the other as they hear a lone howl pierce the silent night. A howl laced with pain and so weak it almost disappeared immediately.

"Rayne." Scott said running out of the house, Isaac on his heels as they run for town.

The two teens find the Alpha lying on the sidewalk unconscious. They rush to her side, Isaac noticing first the marks on her neck. "Scott, look."

The Alpha eyes the two small holes on his sister's neck, "We have to get her to Deaton, now."

Scott picks his sister up cradling her in his arms as they rush to the Vet's office. Luckily Deaton is still there and he quickly opens the door as he sees them outside. He directs the two teens to the exam room where he instructs Scott to lie her on the table.

The two wolves watch intently as the Doctor checks Rayne over, studying her neck. After several excruciatingly long minutes Deaton motions them out into the hallway. The boys take in his grim face and instantly know the news is not good.

"I have never seen anything like this before. Nearly all the blood in her body has been drained. But there is also a toxin in the remaining blood supply that is slowly killing her."

"So what can we do?" Scott asks impatiently.

"Nothing." Deaton's face is grim. "There is nothing we can do for her."

Scott stared at his sister through the window, the realization of what Deaton is saying slowly seeping into his brain. "She's gonna die."

Scott feels something he hadn't felt since the night on the hospital rooftop with Deucalion… Despair. Complete and utter despair.