Chapter 1:

Quinn Davis let her new acquaintance, Lydia Martin, drag her by the wrist into the well-lit house that seemed to vibrate with the loud music that played inside of it. It was only Quinn's third night in Beacon Hills, but it was a Friday, and there was a party that Lydia insisted she attend. Quinn wasn't much for parties or making new friends, but Lydia seemed like the kind of person that you couldn't say no to. Besides, if she was nice enough to make the effort to be Quinn's friend, the least she could do was go to the party with her.

Their were way too many people for Quinn's comfort. Yet, as soon as she stepped through the door, Quinn was suddenly glad that she came. A tall, muscular boy leaned against the wall by the stairs, arms crossed, short brown hair styled perfectly. His piercing blue eyes met hers immediately, as if they were swallowing her up in them, taking note of every detail of her. Lydia disappeared and left Quinn alone in the middle of the room, crowded by people.

They started to surround her, bumping into her, causing a panic to rise within her that always seemed to plague her when she was feeling claustrophobic. Quinn tried to push her way out, but the people kept dancing and moving around. It made it almost impossible to find a way out of the crowd. Just when she was about to give up and drop to her knees, someone came up behind her. She turned to see that boy, that incredibly alluring and mysterious boy who was standing by the stairs. He grinned down at her, taking her by the hand, then pulled her out of the crowd and into the kitchen.

"I take it you don't like crowds," he chuckled down at her as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. Quinn took a deep breath and smiled back at him as friendly as she possibly could.

"No, I don't, but Lydia insisted I come tonight to try and make new friends."

"So you're new to Beacon Hills?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "So far, everyone seems really nice and friendly." The boy laughed,

"Most of them. I'm new here, too, actually. Just started school. I'm surprised I didn't see you around. My name's Theo." He stuck his hand out to her. She hesitated for a moment, then shook it,

"Quinn."

"Nice to meet you, Quinn," he smirked. "It's nice to know someone's name. I guess people are more friendly to pretty girls." Quinn felt herself blush, and her face got hotter when he brushed a piece of her long, curly brown hair behind her ear. "Excuse me," he said with a really cute smile, "I guess the alcohol is making me a little more assertive than I should be." She took a step back,

"It's fine. I just don't do well with people, and I don't really know you... So I would prefer it if there was a little bit of space between us at any given time." She was trying not to sound rude, and she assumed that she succeeded because Theo's smile never faded.

"I understand. I'll leave ya alone for now, but maybe I'll see you around at school." He pushed off of the counter and disappeared into the ground. Quinn let out a little sigh, relaxing now that Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome was gone. As much as she wanted to believe that she was attractive enough to warrant sudden attention from cute boys, Quinn knew that his interest in her was probably strictly limited to bedroom activities for the night only. She had no interest in being anyone's one night stand, so she had to turn him down.

She spent the rest of the night sitting on the back porch, sipping the same drink she had carried with her all night. Quinn was never one for alcohol. The effects that came after being drunk turned her off from it after a particularly bad night over the toilet. Lydia found her eventually and apologized. Quinn told her it wasn't her fault; Quinn was just bad at making friends. Lydia never gave her a choice in the matter, which made it easier.

After the party, Lydia offered Quinn a ride home, but she lived close, so Quinn decides to walk home. She wanted to enjoy the crisp night air and the quiet of being alone. It would be refreshing after being stuck at that party. The most exciting part of the whole experience was her meeting with Theo, which ended as quickly as it began.

It was cool outside that night. Quinn was glad she had remembered to bring her favorite thigh length sweater with extra long sleeves that she could use to cover her hands. Her purse was slung over her shoulder, across her chest, and bounced along her side as she walked. She could hear the rattling of her anti-depressants from within it. The wind was light but harsh nonetheless in the already cold air. There were no sounds except her own feet against the pavement and cars occasionally passing by.

Suddenly there was another sound, one that caught her attention immediately. Quinn stopped when she heard the sound of another set of feet hitting the sidewalk. It sped up when she stopped. Too afraid to look back. Quinn took off running. She didn't care if she was being paranoid or if she was reacting too suddenly. All she wanted to do was get home. However, just before she reached the edge of her lawn, she was suddenly knocked into the bushes by something that ran up to her side. Quinn's purse flew from her shoulder, and branches jabbed her painfully all over.

Before she could regain her composure and crawl out of the bushes, she was yanked up to her feet by the collar and shoved back against a tree. To her surprise, it was Theo. Except, he didn't look the same. His face was not human, and the sharp canines he showed to her were even less human. Quinn open her mouth to scream, but Theo brought up a monstrously clawed hand to cover her mouth. He growled, a low, rumbling inhuman noise that sent chills down her spine.

"Do you know what I am?" He asked her with a toothy grin. She fearfully shook her head, which only made his smile grow. "You'll find out soon enough." He moved his hand away from her mouth to grab a handful of her hair. She let out a cry of pain as he pulled her head to the side. He used his other hand to pull her sweater off of her shoulder to expose her neck and collarbone better. Opening his mouth wide, Theo buried his sharp teeth into her shoulder. Quinn screamed, pain ripping through her torso as he clamped down his jaws. As his teeth tore through her flesh, he gripped her shoulders to keep her from hitting the ground. Slowly, he pulled away from her.

"You don't understand now, but I need you," he told her as he let her fall to the grass. "Come find me tomorrow before the moon comes out. I'll wait for you at the school. Come as soon as you start to feel the change." Quinn sobbed and gripped her bleeding shoulder. Theo rolled his eyes, "It'll heal, I promise. Just meet me tomorrow. I'll explain everything." Suddenly, he was gone.

Quinn reached into the bushes and fumbled around for her cell phone. After dialing 911, she told them that she had been attacked and left it at that. They got her location then sent someone after her. She crawled towards the road, vision blurring and body aching. Dizziness set in, slowling her down. Eventually a patrol car pulled up alongside her. A handsome man got out and knelt down beside her. She was losing consciousness, but stayed away long enough to hear him call in,

" Sheriff, this is Parrish, I got the girl. I'm taking her to Deaton." He scooped her up then, and immediately after faded out completely.