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I don't know who, what, when, or where I am. The sun burns my skin, my throat has never felt so dry, and the smells of blood and chocolate are driving me wild...

AU Full-bodied Teen Wolf (post season 4 or thereabouts. Not following canon story or time lines i.e. Allison is alive, no Issac, no Malia, Derek is still pre-evolution, Kira is in New York for fall break, Buffy happened closer to Teen Wolf years. Basically the timelines are Frankenstein-ed and just go with it, ok?) Spoonful of Supernatural, cup of Vampire Diaries, and a dash of Buffy the Vampire Slayer universes/lore and just a hint of real-world Dylan O'Brien. Because he's great :-)

Chapter 1: I'll Give You A Hint

My head pounded and the sunlight shot through my clenched eyelids. A man talked nearby but to concentrate on its sound only increased the pain.

Unconsciousness swallowed me as I felt myself lifted up.

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"...and you don't recognize her from school?" It was the voice from earlier but this time he whispered.

"No," a boy's voice whispered back.

"Why did you bring her here- why didn't you take her to the hospital?" asked yet another boy's voice. This one seemed to move closer. He brought with him the smells of blood and chocolate and my dry throat burned.

"Stiles, wait!" whisper-yelled the first boy. The steps stopped. My heart beat...once...? My heart beat was so slow. Oh God, am I dying?!

"What?" 'Stiles' whispered back.

I could hear the sound of someone as they shuffled their feet. My head no longer pounded; everything was calm and relatively quiet. I could tell by the cooler temperature and still air that we were inside somewhere. The lack of a fluorescent hum, abundant bird songs, and the light told me it was day. I could sense we were secluded in a woods and were those...heartbeats I heard? Yes. Three strong, distinct heartbeats. I could smell so many things besides the mouth-watering aroma from this 'Stiles' boy. I smelled rotted wood, old dust, dirt, ash, the acrid smell of rodents, and two different wild, dog scents. Those were just what I could smell within my immediate surroundings.

"I don't know. She smells..." he paused and I tried not to take offense. "...strange. What is she, Derek?"

'What is she?' What was that supposed to mean? And how can I hear and smell all those things?

'Derek' sighed "I'm not sure. I've never come across this kind of scent before. She smells..." he paused, too.

"Dangerous," supplied the boy without a name.

Me, dangerous? Ha! I scoffed in my head.

There was a beat of silence before 'Stiles' stepped closer to me again.

"Pfft! Ok, 1. she can't be taller than like, 5 feet, 2. she looks like she'd blow over in a breeze, and 3..." I could tell he had leaned over me now and brought that delicious scent with each breath and movement. "...she's out cold."

I couldn't take it anymore, something inside of me snapped; he smelled so good. In a blink I sat up and grabbed him by his shoulders. In a tenth of a second I took in his dark chocolate eyes as they widened and his pink, Cupid's bow lips as they parted in surprise. His hair was longish and a bit windswept. He wore an unzipped gray hoodie over a white t-shirt. The words 'Slow Kids' curved over two crossed drumsticks and 'At Play' curved under it blazed in black on his chest. He also wore jeans and black Converse.

"Whoa!" I yelped. I miscalculated everything and clenched my eyes shut as our momentum carried us over until I was on top of him on the floor. We both landed with a huff and a cloud of dust erupted around us. My speed and strength confused me as much as it startled him. I felt his heart as it pounded under my hands and I heard it like thunder in my ears. I smelled the blood just under the thin skin that covered his throat. I closed my eyes again and mmmed. He shivered and his breath came out ragged. My mouth began to water, my canines grew and pricked my bottom lip. His blood will taste amazing! The thought flashed in my crazed mind and I opened my mouth, my teeth grazed his throat... W-what? No! What is wrong with me? Sanity slapped me and my eyes flew open as I threw myself off of him. I half crashed through the burned wall on the other side of the room and landed on the floor with an, "Ow!"

It all happened so fast that the two others had only just managed to reach us before I had already retreated. "I- I am so sorry!" I panted at the boy who still lay on the dusty floor. He looked dazed. I felt my teeth shrink to normal. What in the world?!

The sound of a high-pitched squeak and frantic claws scratched behind me in the wall and the smell of fresh blood caught my attention. My eyes widened and I felt my teeth scrape my lip again. Without hesitation I reached through the mess to two rats that lay pinned under the debris I had created when I crashed into it. One's leg was shattered and it's tiny bones stuck through it's skin and fur. I grabbed them both and drained them one after the other. The fire in my throat lessened by a few degrees.