A.N:Hey there... So this is pretty much my first fanfiction for Teen Wolf (Oh, all of my discarded Sterek fics, I salute you) that I'm actually publishing, so I'm in the cross of really psyched and really nervous. So.. I hope you guys like it. It heavily follows on the show's plot, but I might heavily switch it up from around the 3rd seasons. Anyways... this is loosely based off a Tumblr prompt and well, I hope you guys enjoy it. There isn't much Girl!Derek out there so I figured why not.
The night was surprisingly tranquil, given the frenzied red and blue lights flashing in just a few miles. But Beacon Hills seemed so far away, even as the black sedan teetered close, just about a mile or two away. The brunette's hands were trained against the wheel, her features carefully controlled to a neutral expression. But there was a flicker of emotion that cracked her collected exterior; a simple flash of worry. For Laura. The older sister who had to pick herself up in order to put her little sister back to pieces. Derika began to gnaw against her lower lip, tasting the metallic tinge of blood against her tongue, a whirlwind of emotions spinning off axis within the confines of her mind. For a brief moment, the young Hale squeezed her eyes together, valiant efforts put forward in fighting off the rush of emotions coming to ride.
Tires screeched against the smooth disposition of the road in that split second Derika was distracted, but she managed to pull herself together through mere instinct. She gained control of the car just enough to pass the 'Welcome to Beacon Hills' sign, exhaling a soft sigh. Truth be told, this was the last place Derika Hale expected to find herself. Not even a minute back here and the unpleasant memories were already beginning to surface. However, the young wolf forced them back at bay.
Nothing had really changed, she thought to herself as an electric blue flooded viridescent irises, observing their surroundings with only half the interest. However, it was the parked police car in the distance that caused her to pull over and kill the engine. A slender hand smoothed down the front of her shirt, moving on to fix the collar of her jacket after having alighted the vehicles. She raised her head and sniffed the air, almost automatically recoiling. Blood. Laura. Everything seemed to happen in such an ambiguous sequence. The shock was soon followed by rage, her eyes flashing. Jaw clenched in an effort to keep her true form appeased, which was doing next to nothing.
The soft rustling of leaves caught her attention, causing the brunette's head to jerk up. She focused on the voices from the men emerging. All seemed to be police officers, with the exception of one, who sounded more like a teenager. The young Hale sank back into the shadows. She tried to ignore Sherriff Stilinski (wasn't he Deputy before her and Laura left town?) reprimanding his son to focus onto the conversation of the others.
"her body was ripped in half..." That particular phrase struck out rather obtrusively to Derika, who pressed herself against the trunk of the tree, shutting her eyes close for a moment. She wasn't stupid. Laura's blood all over the place, a woman found ripped in half? Everything was piecing together perfectly. Only Derika wasn't satisfied with her answer. Head hung low, a howl pierced the night's silence as soon as they had driven off, singing a song that bled sorrow. Sharp teeth protruded from the young woman's mouth, baring them in anguish as the first onslaught of tears began, the waterworks flowing freely across her cheeks. No words, nor actions could capture the distress, the pain she felt. Heart thudding dully against her chest, Derika turned towards the forest and ran, following the dwindling scent of her fallen sister.
Morning came and went, and so did the rest of the day.
Derika hadn't slept a wink.
It was a miracle the young Hale managed to maintain a composed disposition, as question upon question nagged at the back of her mind. Burying her sister was the only welcome back Beacon Hills had offered her, accompanied by the looming threat of an alpha on the move. And he worked fast. Somebody had already been bit, and Derika suspected it had been last night as well. Her finger traced the outline of the inhaler, through the leathered exterior of her jacket.
"And that's not the only weird thing. I.. hear stuff I'm not supposed to hear, smell things..."
Her head raised, unable to tell which direction the voice, clearly male, was coming from. Nevertheless, her ears pricked, listening in for more.
"Hear things? Like what?"
The second voice was more prominent, more given to the fact that they were gaining closer. She also recognized him from last night. The Sheriff's son. The young Hale sighed, turning on her heel and starting in the direction of the boys.
"So all this started with the bite?"
She stopped in her tracks, forehead creasing. One hand braced against the bark of a tree. So this was the guy who was bitten last night. And he was still a kid. Probably in high school.
"It's like... my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something."
"You know.. I actually think I've heard of this.. It's a specific kind of infection."
"You- You're serious?"
"Yeah, I think it's called... lycanthropy."
Now Derika couldn't help but roll her eyes. She felt as though she was listening to a really horrible podcast. If only he knew how painstakingly right he was, and shouldn't make a joke out of it.
"What's that, is it bad?"
"Oh yeah, it's bad. But only once a month."
"Once a month?"
"On the night of the full moon." He then went on to imitate a wolf's howl. "Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."
At this point, the brunette had resigned from following this extremely downhill conversation, and was now trying her best to block them out. But cursed enhanced hearing triumphed.
"If he did, then I hope he left my inhaler, those things cost like eighty bucks."
Derika looked down, drumming her fingers against the trunk of the tree. It almost snagged off a piece of her nail. Maybe it was time to show herself. She turned, and appeared before them both.
A few seconds passed before either noticed the third presence. It was the Sherriff's son to look up first, startled by her appearance. Almost automatically, he leaned over and tapped the new wolf, Scott, on the shoulder. From his crouched position, the boy sprung up, equally as surprised as his friend.
The young wolf assumed she must have made quite the intimidating picture as she approached them. Despite her height and slim build, the woman exuded an aura of danger. She was clad only in jeans, a soft black cotton shirt and a jacet of the same color over her shoulders. But it wasn't the clothes, but the expression she wore. Derika's mouth was pulled into a grim line, her countenance the epitome of stoic.
"What're you doing here?" she asked in annoyance, emerald gaze narrowing upon the pair. "Huh?"
The Sheriff's son suddenly turned sheepish, pocketing one hand and rubbing at the nape of his neck with the other. If she didn't any better, she would have thought he was trying to check her out.
Brunette tendrils tossed back as she turned her gaze to them once more, deciding to elaborate, "This is private property."
"Uh... sorry, we didn't know," the sherriff's son answered uneasily, going slightly pink in the face.
Scott spoke up, in a quiet voice. "Yeah, we were just looking for something, uh.."
Derika raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.
Scott shook his head slightly, seeming a bit flustered, "You can just forget it."
The young woman again restrained herself from rolling her eyes, pulling out his inhaler from her jacket and tossing it his way. She then turned and walked away. Derika didn't even need to look back in order to know that one of them was opening gaping at her. It didn't take a genius to figure out which.
"Dude, that was Derika Hale!" She heard the Sheriff's son blurt out as soon as he thought she was out of hearing distance.
"You know, you remember right, she's only like a few years older than us. She was hot.. She still is but that's besides the point. "
"Wait, Stiles, remember what?"
"Her family? You remember, they all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago."
"Wonder what she's doing back.."
I'm pretty sure you'll find out soon, she thought to herself grimly, slowly making her way back to the Hale House. She had a lot of catching up to do. And that included doing a background check on a certain teenager.
A.N: There we go, I hope it wasn't that bad and you survived it. Tell me what you think in the form of reviews, I'd love the feedback. There's a part 2 which I'm currently working on and well I hope it'll be up pretty soon.