Chapter 1
So this is my first fanfic. Not quite sure if it's good or not. Chapters 1 and 2 are kinda just introductory, so bear with me until the good stuff in Chapter 3.
It had been months since I'd been back at Beacon Hills. My father and I had spent the last three months in London, trying to rid ourselves of the awful memories of my mother's death, my grandfather's betrayal, the terrors of the alpha pack and the darach. It was good to be back, but I was scared at what may have happened to my friends while I was gone. If anyone could get themselves into serious trouble in four months, it was my friends.
My cell phone rang, and I looked at the screen. It was my best friend, Lydia Martin. I pushed the answer button and put the phone to my ear.
"Hey, Lydia," I said. I'd barely talked to my favorite redhead at all during my time away.
"Allison! Are you back in Beacon Hills yet?" she asked giddily.
"Yeah, we got back a few hours ago," I replied, unzipping the suitcase on my bed.
"And you didn't call me before now?" she scolded in her supreme-ruler-of-all way.
I laughed. "Sorry, I've been really busy unpacking and stuff. You're welcome to come over and help if you want," I suggested. I pulled out a stack of shirts from the suitcase and laid them on my bed.
"You mean I can come over to your house and work? No thanks!"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Have you heard from Scott or Isaac at all? I mean, has everything been relatively normal while I've been away?" I carried the stack of shirts over to the laundry basket I kept in my room because they definitely needed to be washed.
"Well, there haven't been any mysterious murders lately, if that's what you're asking. I haven't heard from any of the boys, though. Scott went off on vacation or something just after you left, Isaac is being his usual quiet self, and Stiles has been surprisingly quiet lately. He hasn't talked to me practically at all, not that I'm complaining."
I was a little confused. "Scott went on vacation? He didn't mention anything about that to me," I commented.
"Well, why would he? You broke up with him, remember? Why should he tell you everything he's doing?" Lydia definitely knew more about boys than I did, so I usually just went along with what she said, but something about this was worrying me in a weird way.
"Lydia, I really need to go now, I'll call you later," I said quickly, hanging up the phone before she could say anything else.
I scrolled through my contact list until I found the name I was looking for: Scott McCall. I pressed the button to call him and waited for him to answer. I was sent straight to his voicemail. I tried again after a minute or two just in case the line was busy, but the result was the same.
I decided to call Stiles to see if he knew what was up. The phone rang three times before he finally picked up.
"What?" he yelled. He sounded like he was in the middle of something important and I was interrupting him.
"Stiles, are you okay?" I asked.
"No, I'm not okay. My best friend is missing, and I've been trying to find him for the past three months!"
"Scott is missing?" I asked.
"Yeah, he is. Where have you been?" He asked. Then he added, "Oh that's right. You were off on vacation, ignoring all the real problems of the world."
I sighed. He was right. Whenever there problems, my family chose to run away from them instead of fight them face to face. The only time we showed any real courage was when we fought werewolves. "Do you have any leads of where he could be?" I asked.
He sighed. "I thought I did, but it's just been so long, he could've been moved somewhere else, there could be clues I'm missing, I just don't know."
"It's okay, Stiles, we'll find him," I encouraged.
He hung up without adding anything else.
Ignoring the piles of clothes on my bed, I collapsed onto it and stared at the ceiling. I knew I had to do something to get Scott back, but I didn't know what more I could do than Stiles had already done. I figured something may come to me later, but I needed to focus on unpacking and preparing for school the next day.
In the morning, I grabbed my backpack that I had packed the night before, a bagel from the kitchen, and my car keys and ran out the door. I didn't want to be late on my first day back, after all.
I parked at the school and went inside. Everyone at school was acting like it was just a perfectly ordinary day, no one seemed to display the same emotions of panic and worry that I felt inside me. That is, until I reached my locker and found Stiles waiting for me.
"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, pretending I didn't notice the look on his face.
"I think I may have a lead on Scott," he replied. I opened my locker and started getting my books out. I had a lot of catching up to do, after being gone so long.
"That's good, right?" I asked. I wanted to be relieved, but Stiles still had that horrible look on his face that his news wasn't good at all.
"I'm happy that we may have found Scott, but you're not going to be happy about who I think took him." I looked at him, now worried out of my mind. Had Deucalion returned and captured Scott? Did Jennifer, the darach, come back from the dead somehow? Had Derek suddenly turned evil again?
"Who is it?" I asked slowly, frightened about the answer.
"It's Gerard."
How is Allison going to react to the news that her grandfather is back? Please review and let me know what you think!
