Washed Away

Her family, gone. Her life, demolished. 14 year old Jet has just moved with her abusive foster father to Beacon Hills, where she runs away from it all, only to receive a bite that would change her forever. And there is only one person who can teach her how to control herself. Derek&OC + Main characters.

(The events here are eight months before the events of the first episode)

I do not own Teen Wolf, I only own my original character Jet.

A smack to the head.

"You worthless trash! How dare you defy me!" Another smack.

"Stop! Stop!" I begged, tears running down my face, arms over me to shield myself from my foster father's fists. I looked between my arms to see his face, purple with rage, his short brown hair in wild directions making him look completely insane. Well, folks, he definitely was. This is my foster father, and I was pretty sure I had not even done anything. Basically every night he got so drunk and angry he took his anger out on me.

I took a step back and heard a crack.

"You stupid idiot, look what you've done!" He pointed to a now-broken CD under my foot.

His favorite mix-tape of god-knows-what 70's band. Now I was going to get it.

Instead, he stopped. And then, he laughed.

"Ha-ha! You know what? Get the hell out! Here!" He stormed into the dining room and dug through an old ruined desk and pulled out my birth certificate and all of my other paperwork that was shipped with me when I came here one month ago.

You may be wondering how I got in this situation. You see my parents and brother died in a horrible car accident four months ago. The child services (or whatever you call them) couldn't find a good home for me except here. Now the child services thought that my foster father was married, and he was. Her name was Rachel and she was kind of nice but strict, like any parent. My foster dad wasn't a too bad of a guy when they were together. But then, it all changed. After her and my foster father got a divorce without talking to the child services, my foster father took up drinking to forget about Rachel. Drinking led to anger, and his anger led to me getting beat up. And now it seemed he had reached his limit.

"Pack your worthless things and get your ass out of here." He shoved the paperwork in my bleeding hands, and grabbed a large but beat-up backpack and threw it at my face.

The only thing outside of this house was forest, and miles and miles of it. This wasn't a city; it was Beacon Hills, where acres of forest exceed the amount of people. To make it twice as bad, it was freaking January. I was basically done for. If I had known this would happen I would have tried to sneak a little TV and watch one of those survivalist shows. Now I was doomed to a slow death to starvation or freezing my ass off.

My foster father chuckled to himself and went into the kitchen, before turning at me a final time, "If you are still in this house in twenty minutes, God help me I'll throw you out by your teeth." He went downstairs into the basement.

Blinded by the reality of my oncoming slow death, I packed up what I had (which all fit in the large backpack). Making sure he was downstairs, I swiftly and silently went into the kitchen and grabbed as many small bags of chips, cookies, apples, anything. I grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, too.

I heard footsteps in the basement. "Ready or not!" I heard his menacing but creepily high-pitched voice ring up the stairs and to me.

I ran out the door, not looking back, hastily throwing on my ripped-up blue and orange snowboarding jacket. I would never go back. I would never give that man the pleasure of killing me. Nature can do what it wants with me. See if I care.

Being it nighttime, I could see barely anything or where I was going. After walking for awhile, my natural night-vision began to kick in and I could see a lot better. It also helped that the moon was full; it cast a rather bluish glow on the forest floor, turning the fallen red and orange leaves a shade of blue.

I didn't have a phone or watch or anything on me, so I guessed that it was a little after midnight, and I was really tired and freezing. After ten minutes, no amount of my breath's hot air could melt my now-numb fingers. After twenty minutes, I think I was seeing things.

*CRACK*

I turned around but saw nothing. Then I heard a soft, low growl from my right. Shaking from both cold and fear, I turned and saw a pair of glowing red eyes about 50 yards away. It looked like a large shadowy and black great dane dog or something… I couldn't quite tell because it was also a little foggy out.

I froze and stared in horror at the red eyes that loomed closer until it was only twenty feet away. This time, it let out a fierce growl, and in the night I even could see a white flash of long fangs. What the hell what this thing? I wondered, taking a shivering step back.

Even in my hopeless situation, I found something. Something within me. I thought about it for a second and then smiled. I straightened up and shouted, "You know what you filthy thing, kill me! You would be doing me a freaking world of favors by killing me! I want you to! Go on! GO ON!" I screamed. The eyes kept staring blankly with a few blinks in between.

The last thing I saw was a black dog-like monster lunging towards me, before screaming in pain. I was pretty sure it had bitten my shoulder. Before I could dwell on anything, tears swarmed up as I went to welcome my death. Then, everything went black.

/ DEREK POV /

"Shit…Shit…" I muttered angrily to myself over and over. I ran as fast as I could in the forest, looking for my sister, Laura. About an hour ago she ran away from me, acting completely insane. I usually chained her up on full moon nights because it's common knowledge that female werewolves are twice as likely to kill everything in sight, as well as have the ability to go full-wolf. However I ran late due to a run-in with the Argents, and now there was a freaking Alpha werewolf loose in the forest, a female one at that.

I froze when I heard yelling from about a mile to my left, and then a scream cut off by a loud snarl. Oh no, oh no… I cursed under my breath and sprinted. While running I pulled out a home-made rope collar with a small bundle of mountain ash sprigs tied to it, followed by a long chain.

And then, I crashed into the clearing to find a black wolf standing over a bleeding blonde-haired girl. This black wolf was Laura in her wolf form, and it looks like she was about to kill this girl.

Laura turned and gave me a wild-eyed snarl, one that maybe a rabid dog would give to its owner. "Shh, Laura, come here." I slowly made my way towards her, but she barked and charged at me. Perfect. Judging from her movements, I backed out of the way and she flew past me, turning. When she turned, the collar was already around her. The effects of the mountain ash took its toll immediately. Wolf-form Laura laid down calmly, the insane-attack she just had gone. I put a large blanket over her, for she was changing back to human. The human Laura blinked at me but didn't say anything. Sometimes mountain ash can calm someone down so much they can't talk.

This gave me time to look over the other girl's body. To my surprise, I heard a faint heartbeat coming from her, despite the deep bite in her shoulder. I wondered what the hell she was doing out here so late with only a backpack full of a few clothes and food and water to last one day (I could smell the contents with ease). I looked through the front pocket of the bag to find a birth certificate and a bunch of other paperwork, some labeled with the child services logo. Now I was really confused, but at least I got her name: Jet Kline. Strange name, I thought.

I put her things back and ripped a piece of my shirt off and wrapped it around her shoulder to stop the bleeding. The girl weighed probably ninety-five pounds by the way she felt like a feather in my arms as I carried her. I would have to get Laura quickly after I got this Jet girl to my house, because the Argents are probably not happy about my recent escape, and they wouldn't hesitate to kill or capture the Alpha.

Walking up to my half-burnt house is always tough on me. My entire family was killed in that horrible fire. The only ones unhurt were my sister and I, and my uncle was in the hospital for his third-degree burns. He refuses to talk, still in shock even though this took place years ago.

I walked in and took her upstairs, heading to the right-hand hallway. The room straight down the hallway is Laura's room, but I was sure that she wouldn't mind if the girl stayed there until she woke up. I thought more deeply about this, wondering about the bite, if she would become a werewolf. I knew it was pretty much certain she was, and I also wondered if she even had a home. A girl doesn't take a stroll in the woods at 1 in the morning with her birth certificate and everything. I laid her down on the bed, which was simply a mattress on the floor with white sheets and a couple of thick comforters. I took off her wet ski jacket and put both comforters on her so she wouldn't freeze. We didn't have air conditioning so we stayed warm by hoarding like, 10 blankets.

Sighing, I scratched the back of my neck in confusion about this mysterious girl. I looked at her face more clearly to see a few prominent bruises and cuts. Even more, her arms and such were also pretty banged up, too. I decided to get Laura and think about it on the way. What was I going to do with her?

/ JET POV /

…Am I dead? Is this heaven… or hell? What… Where… My eyes fluttered open, at first blurry but soon I could see clearly. I felt pressure on my body and I looked down to see two full-size comforters on me while my face felt stiff from cold. Looking around, I noticed I was on a mattress on the floor and that this room was pretty crummy. It was big, but dark and gloomy. On one end there was a large dresser and then on the other there was a door. To my left was another door.

I tried sitting up but there was an intense pain in my left shoulder. I looked at stared in horror at a huge bite-mark that was caked with dried blood. In a horrifying flash, I remembered the events of last night. Red eyes, fangs, a dog-like body moving at me… Tears started coming forth.

Finally my ears started to work properly. I could hear… better for some reason. But what the hell bit me? Where am I? Outside the left-hand door I could hear arguing between a man and a woman. I listened in to their argument.

"Derek, I told you I didn't know what I was doing!" The woman shouted.

"But now we have a freaking newborn to take care of. You and I were born this way, Laura. It's hard as hell teaching a newborn how to control their self. Did I mention she is also a girl?" The man shouted back.

"I. Did. Not. Mean. To." The woman said every word with a snarl.

"Look, just calm down. I'll figure this out…" The man said but stopped.

"But you're going to be going up to Washington for your job, remember? You can't miss that opportunity."

"I know, but we already have a ton of money from our… family." The man said rather delicately.

"Every penny counts."

"I know—" The man was cut off.

"I think she's awake." I could hear the woman whisper. Wait, whisper? How could I hear a whisper from the other side of a door?

The door handle turned and I saw two people enter, a man and a woman. The man had short black hair and light green eyes while the girl had similar black hair and face as the man, but had brown eyes. Since I was on the floor and couldn't get up, I was pretty intimidated. They were obviously related to each other for they were giving me practically the same unreadable stare.

I finally found my voice and courage and asked, "W-where am I? What happened to me?"

They both had a look of concern on their face but it was the man who spoke up , "You are safe, that's what you are. And you got bitten, by a wolf." He said carefully.

"Wolves don't live in California." I said bitterly. The pain in my shoulder made me a bit moody.

The man chuckled softly and the woman smiled a little oddly. The man crouched next to me and said, "Well, do you believe in fairy tales?"

R&R please! This is my first fanfic so I hope it can compete with the other good ones :)) Check out ILikeMonica's stories about Derek and her OC's . They are my favorites :D