Disclaimer: I do not own Being/Becoming Human or any derivative of it. Sucks to be me.
I don't normally write fanfiction for Becoming Human; but you can blame this (or hopefully be thankful for this because of...? nah that's too hopeful) on iBounce and Truekelpy, for their great BcH fanfiction! Right. This should be a few chapters long... uh and it has an OC in it, which is new for me. I hope you like her.
Christa wasn't bothered by getting to class on time now; she was stressed out by everything that was happening. The full moon was less than a week away and she was getting antsy again. She strode down the empty corridor with a determined step, only a few minutes late, head high as she was determined to take no crap from that damned biology teacher. Thankfully, the vampire wasn't in this class; but her confident stride would be Christa's undoing. She didn't notice the raised edge where the old carpet was pulled up and worn out. Her foot caught on it and she went slamming down with a crash, and pain searched through her ankle. Gasping, she rolled over and pulled herself up, dropping her bag as the werewolf rubbed her ankle, thinking she could feel it swelling below her fingers.
So entranced by her pain she was she didn't realise that someone was walking toward her. It was a girl who must be in the sixth form; she looked about Christa's age, and wasn't in uniform. She wore a baggy looking tee with a Minnie mouse on it, grey; and her trousers looked like loose jeans. The girl was only about five foot four, and reddish hair hung around her head, just past her neck, looking lank and thin, greasier than Christa's; and her brown eyes looked oddly faded, with darker shadows than Adam's under them. Christa looked at her as the girl finally came close, taking in her appearance in one glance. Despite all these things, one thing that made Christa almost recoil was how very tiny the girl looked. She was very, very skinny; he arms looked tiny, and she could see even through the baggy shirt that she was like bone.
"Are you okay?" the girl's voice was ever so gentle, quiet, but with a strange confidence behind it. Christa opened her mouth a little, hesitating, "Uh, I tripped, my ankle..." the girl crouched and she tried to shimmy back, now smelling the girl's scent. "No, it's fine, I don't..." she trailed off as the girl pulled her sock down a little, sliding the trouser leg up a little. "What're you-" Christa was cut off, "I'm helping. Trust me. I can fix this." The girl's scent was odd. It was almost human, but there was an undercurrent of something else; something not unlike her own scent, with the wolf, rich earthy undercurrent. This was stranger – almost ... reptilian, she assumed. Then her mind was distracted as a strange feeling of warmth flooded through her ankle.
She sat up straighter as the girl pulled away from her. "Is that better?" she murmured, and the dumbfounded werewolf nodded a little. "Good." She smiled, getting up to her feet and hitching her bag up a little further onto her shoulder, turning to walk away, and Christa pushed herself upright. "Wait!" she called out, and the girl paused, turning to look around at her, blinking with a curiously questioning smile. "Who are you?" she asked quietly, eyes narrowed. "My name is Marahné." She responded, pronouncing it mah-rah-nay. It had a strange, foreign lilt to it when she spoke. Curious, Christa made to call to her once more, but Marahné was too far away now. Before the werewolf turned to head to her class, however, she noticed that the girl now limped slightly on her left foot.