The moon was full, shining down on the earth like a beacon of light; the stars shimmering in the darkness of the sky as he watched them. Scott McCall was lost in thought as a rustling outside his window alerted him to a possible intruder. Grabbing his moms baseball bat, he moved downstairs and stepped outside to investigate. Jumping in surprise, Scott cursed as his best friend Stiles hung upside down from the roofs edge.
"Damn it, Stiles, what are you doing?" Scott asked.
"Oh, well you know, just hanging out." Stiles replied before laughing and jumping down from the roof. Joining in with his friends laughter, Scott bought a hand to Stiles shoulder before hugging him.
"So, what's up? Why are you here?" He asked.
"You wouldn't believe what I overheard when my dad was on the phone." Stiles replied, animatedly, unable to keep his excitement concealed.
"What?" Came the hesitant voice of Scott, unsure of whether or not he actually wanted to know.
"They found a body." Said Stiles, now completely overcome with excitement.
"Were they murdered? Was it animal attack? What? Give me the details." Scott spoke, quickly.
"Murdered, possibly. Apparently they only found half of the body." Jumping up and down on the spot, Stiles waited a few moments before giving him more information.
Scott stood there patiently curious to hear what else his hyperactive friend had overheard.
"Young girl, estimated to be in her late teens, early twenties, found in beacon hills park, a caller rang it in at 10:34pm and they have assembled a search team to try and find it." Stiles finally filled him in.
Momentarily confused, Scott looked at him. "Find what?" He asked.
"What else Scott? The missing half of the body!" Stiles said slowly.
"Oh, right. Of course" Scott murmured.
"We're going, aren't we?" Came the dreaded question.
"Damn right, we're going." Came the dreaded answer.
Rushing into the house, Scott and Stiles began to plan their journey, remembering to take flashlights and anything else that they thought they might need. Outside, anther rustling could have been heard if not for the excitement overwhelming the boys who were frantically darting around, grabbing food, supplies and hiking equipment.
Kirsty came out from the bushes below from the deck that wrapped around the front of Scott's house. 'They are going to get themselves hurt.' She thought to herself before moving to her brothers jeep and slipping in the back, being careful to cover herself from view.
Around 10 minutes later, the boys had checked and rechecked their equipment, finally agreeing that they had enough and hopped into Stiles' jeep to drive to the park. In the back of the jeep, Kirsty tried her best to remain quiet and balanced so that she would not be dragged every which way along with the car and her younger brothers hectic driving.
When the car finally came to rest outside of Beacon Hills Park, Kirsty breathed out a sigh of relief. Waiting for a few moments, she watched as her brother and his best friend zipped up their coats, put their backpacks on and began to walk towards the darkness of the trees. Detangling herself from the various objects in the back of the jeep, she looked down disgusted to see old food wrappers and tire pieces littering the floor.
Jumping out of the jeep, she ran to catch up with the boys. Listening intently, to see if she could hear them. Hearing Scott's voice sound quite close, she ducked as she watched from behind a tree as Scott bought it his inhaler and took a couple of puffs to alleviate the pain forming in his chest. 'Oh boys.' She thought to herself before slowly beginning to follow them, once more.
A moment was it all it took, the rustling of leaves loudly from behind her caused her to turn around, quickly. Kirsty surveyed the area, searching for any irregularity or any potential threat. A stooped figure caught her eye, frightening her. Her pulse quickening and her breathing becoming more rapid. She stared at the figure as it stared back at her. 'What the hell? Why are it's eyes glowing?' She though to herself as she tried to remember the best possible way to approach an animal. 'Most animals like the chase, if you run they will most likely run after you, the same adrenaline that you experience they will experience too, causing them to hunt you.' She summarised before checking the location of the figure. It had gone.
With her breathing increasing, Kirsty frantically looked around trying to find where the figure had gone. Moving her eyes to her sides, she looked left before hearing a sound from close behind her. Slowly, she inched her head to the right before gasping as the figure lunged at her. Hitting the ground sharply, she let out a groan of pain, looking up at the figure that straddled her, she saw black fur, red eyes and sharp fangs as they became visible in the glare of the moonlight.
Opening her mouth in a silent scream, she tried to defend herself as the beasts teeth penetrated her tender flesh, leaving its mark. Biting her lip, she watched as the beast looked at her, calculating and mesmerising, losing herself in the red eyes of this creature. Blinking, she found herself alone, cold and wounded, the beast nowhere to be seen.
Taking a few minutes to recuperate, Kirsty began to try and pick herself up off of the forest floor. Stumbling, she fell back down before finally growling in defiance and bracing herself against the tree trunk. Planting her feet in the ground she hoisted herself up and stood, swaying slightly. Urging her muscles to comply and her limbs to move, she began the walk back home, completely forgetting about the two teenage boys still in the forest.
The Next Morning.
Cuddling her pillow, Kirsty sighed as she moved to turn off her alarm. Covering her ears in defence of the obscenity of its volume. She brought her hand down on its top to click it off. Checking the volume level on the alarm clock, she saw that it hadn't changed. 'Well then, just me being sensitive, today.' She thought to herself. Throwing herself out of bed, Kirsty turned the shower on and relished in the heat that overcame her. A stinging from her wrist caused her to yelp in surprise. Looking down she saw the bandages surrounding the mark of the beast. 'Holy shit!' She thought before saying it aloud. "Holy shit! Last night really happened."
Breathing in a shaky breath, she exhaled slowly, steadying her heartbeat and breathing to a normal pace. After succeeding in calming herself, Kirsty showered and dressed herself in jeans, a shirt and a blazer. Adding a signature scarf and her spirit necklace, she descended the stairs and walked in to the kitchen where her father, the sheriff of beacon hills, was preparing bacon in a 'I'm the chef apron'. Stifling a laugh, she sat at the breakfast bar as he put a couple of pieces of bacon on a plate for her. "Thanks dad." She smiled at him. Turning her attention to the smell of the bacon, her mouth began to water, saliva dripping slightly from her mouth before she demolished her meal in a few bites.
Picking up her bag from the side by the door, she waved her dad goodbye and called out to him to remind Stiles to take out the garbage.
Setting out to her university she walked to her brothers jeep and checked it for any sign of blood or damage to see whether or not the beast had come into contact with them. Seeing no sign of the beast or any new damage to the already beaten down jeep, she continued on her walk to university.
Too lost in her own thoughts, Kirsty didn't see the man following her, the look in his eyes as he observed the way she moved, the way her hips swayed from side to side, the way her short hair covered her eyes, slightly. She didn't notice the hunger in the mans eyes as he watched her, his dark hair blowing slightly in the wind, as his eyes glowed red, momentarily, a low growl erupting from his mouth.
Hey guys! So yay! My first teen wolf fic! I won't lie - I am seriously addicted to Peter Hale. And I ship sterek so hard! I hope you enjoy the fic, it's going to be a long one, so buckle up and get ready to read! Reviews are always welcome whether they are constructive or not. They help. So bye bye for now! Enjoy!