Okay, soo this is my first fanfiction that I've ever written. I've been obsessing over Teen Wolf lately, so I figured might as well give it a shot. This will be a multiple chapter ordeal, so please leave lots of comments and suggestions! I do NOT own Teen Wolf, but the OC's I did come up with my own mind!

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Chapter 1: Vibrations

She slowly raked her nails down her body. Goosebumps rose on her skin. Aspen felt the energy in the room shift. Opening her eyes, all of the colors were brighter. The sweater hanging from her bed post glowed and vibrated with a force of its own. Slowly she tipped her head back as she numbly walked away from her mirror.

Laying naked in her bed, she began to ease her hands lower. She felt her tattoos glide over her body the more excited she became. A slight moan escaped her lips. As she reached her climax, she slipped a finger into her entrance. Aspen tasted copper as she bit her lip to keep herself from screaming.

As she calmed down, her room was starting to fizzle out again. All of the colors darkening, and the waves of energy she once felt so strongly were just a dull pulse. Sighing, she rolled onto her side to check her phone. 8:15 am, it read. If she wasn't quick, she would be late.

Aspen lived with her parents, Sandra and Phillip, in Los Angeles for 16 years. When her father wanted to retire, they decided to move back to his home town of Beacon Hills. In a town where everyone seemed so boring and typical, Aspen planned on doing everything in her power to make the most if it.

Blending in back home was easy, there were weird, crazy, and unique people everywhere. Her tattoos weren't a problem, and no one really bothered her about her personal life. To her mother's disappointment, the Oddershede bloodline didn't skip another generation.

Although both of Aspen's parents were human, thanks to Sandra's lineage, Aspen was half elf. Thankfully, a Danish elf at that. She once met a distant cousin from Germany, who looked downright evil. Aspen had slightly pointed ears, which came with the territory. Her hair was long and golden blonde. Her eyes were almost a chilling green. With only being exactly 5 feet tall, she had a childish build. She had always seen things differently, moved with an unnatural grace, and ran faster than the other children her age. When she had turned 13, her mother finally told her why all of her peers seemed to follow her around. After that day, Aspen became obsessed. She loved being what she was. All of her tattoos were symbols of her kind. She even had her family's crest on her back left shoulder.

Just from the glimpse she got of beacon hills on her way into town told her that she wasn't in LA anymore. The trees even whispered for her to hide what she was. It'd been 3 whole days and she hadn't left the house. But,now, as she expertly applied mascara to her long eyelashes, she knew she had no other choice but to go to school. Pushing away from her vanity, she drummed her finger on her hips. Finally picking an outfit, she pulled on some high waisted shorts, and a button up, with all of her grandmother's pendants. Her grandmother was the only person who had understood her. When she passed away a few years ago, she left almost everything to Aspen. She lightly fingered the necklaces in the mirror, before checking her phone one more time.

Padding down the stairs, Aspen swerved around the corner and into the kitchen. Looking into the fridge, nothing looked good. Stepping back, she took a sad over-ripened apple from the counter. Smiling, she closed her eyes. She could feel a small sliver of her life slip away into the fruit. Part of being an elf was having the choice to share your life force. Opening her eyes, she looked on at the perfectly ruby red apple in her hands. Taking a bite, she grabbed her bag.

"You know you shouldn't get into the habit of doing that, Aspen Nicole." Aspen almost dropped her apple.

"Oh come on, mom! My body reabsorbs my own magic anyway! It's not like I'm wasting it.". Sandra looked away from her daughter.

"Just remember to be careful... After my mother passed... " Aspen put her hand over her mothers.

"I know mom. I miss her too. She was over 300 years old, though... She used a lot of magic in her time. I'll be fine. " She gave her mother one last encouraging smile, before heading out of the room.

"Bye, dad, I have a job interview after school, so I'll see you at dinner. " Phillip didn't even look up from his painting. That's all he did ever, since he retired. Rolling her eyes, she shut the front door.

She had decided that even though this place seemed a little straight edge, she wasn't planning on changing. Throwing the apple core behind her back, Aspen threw one combat booted leg over her 2010 Suzuki motorcycle. She loved the fact that it sensed her presence. After pulling her bright red helmet on, she pulled out of the drive way.

"Do you think she'll make it through the day?" Sandra asked Phillip as she watched her daughter speed down the road.

"If the wolves don't figure out what she is, she'll be safe here. There haven't been hunters around here for over 10 years." Phillip wrapped his arms around his concerned wife.

"What if the wolves figure it out? She's not exactly blending in.." The mother remembered back to the stories her own mother told her as a child. "Wolves love little elves like your cousins.. Wanna know why?" She would always sit at the edge of her seat, waiting for her mother's tales. She wanted to be elf just like them. "They eat them for dinner!" And just like that, Sandra would scream as her mother picked her up and tickled her. There were few noted werewolf related deaths throughout elf history, but it still posed a threat. An elf's scent could drive a young pup mad without them even knowing it.

"Sandra.. She'll be fine. We have to let her be." With one last nod of the head, she followed her husband into the kitchen for more coffee.

Aspen smirked as she spun around in the parking lot of the high school. She could feel her ears pricking up as people talked about the new girl in hushed tones. Getting off her bike in one swift motion, she pulled off her helmet, and shook out her hair.

"Nice, bike." Aspen had to remind herself to spin around at human speed. She found herself looking into a young man's chest. Why is everyone so much fucking taller than me!? Her inner child stomped her foot, as she blamed her elfish ancestry.

"Thanks, you've got a nice one yourself, and you are?" She finally looked up into the strangers eyes. His aura vibrated faster than she'd ever seen. She felt her fingers twitch as she wanted to touch him and feel it for herself. Curiosity killed the cat.

"Aidan." Smiling warmly at him, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

"Well, Aidan, its nice to meet another biker, but I need to find my first class." She felt his vibrations before his finger touched her forearm.

"Wait, what class do you have? I'll show you around." It was like a dose of expresso. All of her senses heightened, and she could feel everything breathing around her. When he pulled his hand away, everything went back to normal. Sighing inwardly to herself, she fished her schedule out of her bag.

"It says I have Ms. Blake first.."

"Great, me too. I'll walk you there." They started to walk up the steps to the school. "You never told me your name." Aidan smiled at her expectantly. He sure is cute, whatever he is.

"Aspen.. Aspen Parker."