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This is my first fanfic, I don't want to give much away. If your confused on anything feel free to PM me, But you should be a bit confused because I want there to be some mystery involved. :) Happy Reading and please review :)

"Police have no suspects or leads on Beacon Hills Murders" the headlines read. The article then went on to hint at the possibility of maybe a serial killer at work here in the small town. "thats gonna go down real well" Derek Hale muttered closing the newspaper and placing it on the table. He took a gulp of coffee and turned his attention to the window he was sitting at. Looking out of the diner he watched cars pass, customers came and went as he sat absentmindedly. He came here often to sit, think and drink bad coffee. He never had anyone bother him here. At least not since the staff learned to fill his cup and walk away. He didn't bother with pleasantries with people anymore. He had a lot on his mind.

The growing media attention in the town over the murders was attracting more and more of the Argents clowns to Beacon Hills. It was getting harder and harder to protect his pack. They hadn't found the warehouse.. yet. He knew Chris Argent. He reconized the determination and ruthlessness to protect your own. He was starting to feel that way to his pack. For the millionth time Derek considered moving his pack. Picking up and disappearing. He'd thought about Alaska. It was full of forests and open spaces for his pack to hunt and run. He knew a few Omega's in the area, It was the smartest option. But then he had the tidal wave of reasons to stay.

This was his home. It was all that was left of the Hales. He had intended to renovate his family home and make it habitable. He still hoped to do it. It was also his packs home. Should he take Isaac , Erica and Boyd away from there homes? Isaac's parents were buried here. Boyd's and Erica's families were too. Granted both families weren't exactly the Brady's. Neither seemed to care that there kids weren't living at home anymore. Scott. Another reason to stay. He'd never leave his mother and Stiles. Peter Hale screwed up changing Scott. He would never have followed Peter. But Derek was glad he had changed him. Scott may not be apart of his pack right now, But he still did his best to protect him. Plus Scott would never leave Allison. Especially when there was Kanima on the loose.

Dread washed over him as he thought about the abomination. It haunted him that he had created that. All the innocent people that had been hurt. And he was no closer to finding out how to stop it. He had tried contacting a few old friends. No one knew anything about them. Except the Argents. Gerard Argent seemed to know plenty. Anger boiled inside of him and it took him a second to push the wolf back down. As his hate simmered down, he noticed a black Range Rover pull in to the diner lot, it reversed into a spot , the front of the car facing the exit to the car park. 'Nice Car' he mumbled. He watched the drivers door open and two toned, tan legs jump down out of it.

A young woman had exited the vehicle. She had long dark wavy hair that nearly reached her lower back. She was dressed in light washed out denim shorts and an oversized V neck that hung off one of her shoulders. Black oversized glasses hid her eyes from view.

Derek looked her over, not exactly interested, but appreciating the view. He may be soley focused on the pack, but he's still a man. She had a nice toned body by the looks of it. He watched her awkwardly trying to fish something out of her white converse shoe."Ow" she yelped as she lost her balance and hit the back of her car. Rubbing the side of her body that she'd hit, she made her way into the diner. He knew he was openly watching her now. She must have felt his gaze because suddenly she looked up and met his expected her to flinch, look away. As most people do when they feel the power of an Alpha's stare. Instead. She smiled and stuck out her tongue at him while continuing on her way to the counter to order.

His stubbled jaw dropped slightly in shock. He hadn't expected that. He watched more discreetly now and extended his senses to listen in on her conversation with the waitress.

"Yeah I just drove up from LA, Absolutely gorgeous drive!" He heard her say. The waitress asked her what she was doing here in beacon hills. His ears pricked up.

"Oh I'm visiting family for a bit" she replied as another, older waitress walked past and did a double take at the new girl.

"Teaghan? Honey? Is that you? "The older woman asked looking shocked.

The girl seemed confused by the woman. "I'm sorry but my name isn't Teaghan. Hi I'm Sara" She shook the woman's hand. The woman seemed flustered. "Of course I'm sorry. You just look so like a girl who I once knew. I'm sorry , Sara is it?"

"Yeah Sara" the girl smiled at the woman. "No problem" As the girl walked away with her order in a take away bag Derek couldn't help but feel like there was more o this girl then she let on. He heard it when she said her name wasn't Teaghan , and again when he confirmed her name was Sara. Blip. New girl was lying. But why?

He watched as she got in her car and shot out of her spot and took off forwards town. But for some reason, long after she'd left the diner, she was still on his mind. He picked up his bill and went to the counter to pay it. He saw the older woman leaning against the till dazed. "So like her. So like Teaghan" she whispered under her breath but of course he heard. Clearing his throat he snapped her out of her daze. The woman jumped to attention. "Oh I'm sorry sir , i'l take for that now. I was a million miles away"

"Anywhere nice?" he asked to be polite.

"Oh a lovely place, Memory lane" She sighed sadly and handed him his change.

Derek could feel this woman's despair and was surprised that he had sympathy for her. Compassion was something he'd long ago learned to ignore. Wether it was feeling it or being offered it. He's more focused an better protected when he is cut off from the mundane feelings of humans. Yet, this woman's sadness bothered him. He shook his head as if to clear as he sat into his black Camarro. He needed more sleep. That was all. A deep peaceful , dreamless sleep. Yeah that'd be the day he muttered under his breath. Taking off back in the direction of the warehouse where his pack waited for yet another evening of training.

By the time he'd reached it he'd forgotten about the mysterious girl. Stiles' jeep parked outside had taken his attention. Immediate frustration filled his veins at the sight of it. Nothing helpful or useful ever came along if stiles had anything to do with it. He sniffed the air as he got out. Stiles was here. But no Scott? Strange. And annoying. Sighing he walked into the warehouse. As he crossed the threshold the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He had the distinct feeling he was being watched. He scanned the area, seeing nothing, He tried listening. As he extended his senses, he heard a piercing scream inside the warehouse . Turning on his heel he bolted inside. 'What now?' He growled. Preparing for the migraine that seemed to accompany stiles stilinkski. Maybe he should kill him? The thought crossed his mind as ran through to the back room.

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