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A girl laid in her bed, peacefully looking at the ceiling. She smiled in pure happiness and rolled to the side of her bed. The 15 year old leaned over the bed and grabbed her hidden iPad and pulled back up. "No more school tomorrow, or the next, and the next. No more being forced to socialize with others. Just sleeping, eating, and the internet," she sang. She unlocked her iPad and her once cheerful smile had quickly turned into a frown as she saw the battery life was at 10%. "Oh how I hate you apple," she grumbled in annoyance, then frowned again.
"Stop talking to yourself, Marie. Some may say that it isn't healthy," She thought, exasperated. She sighed and turned off her iPad and rolled on her stomach, tossing up her already messy braid. The odd girl groaned and blew away the messy blonde curls that came out of her braid. She lifted up her head and with a deep sigh, covered herself with her silky bed sheets. Marie sleepily laid her head on her pillow and rested her eyes. "I love summer vacation," She thought happily. Right when she was about to fall asleep, she heard a loud bang coming from downstairs and she jumped forward. Marie rubbed her eyes harshly and yawned, 'Wow, paranoid much. I really need to stop watching Criminal Minds," she thought tiredly, and laid back down.
Once she was almost back asleep, a loud barking woke her up again. She crankily opened her eyes then let out a long groan and shoved herself out of bed. "Oh my god Ace, shut the hell up," Marie whined. To her displeasure, her dog refused to stop and continued to barked even louder. "Friggin' dog," she complained as she marched to her door. The moment she got midway to the door, her dog's barking turned into a vicious growl. She looked at the door cautiously and started to slowly walk toward it. Right before she grabbed the door handle, Marie heard a loud bang. She waited a few minutes, now silently praying that Ace would start barking again to signal that he was fine, but sadly there was just silence, cold, and unnerving silence.
"I am starting to think that the first bang wasn't my imagination," she muttered as she put down her arm and started walking backwards from the door. Suddenly she heard heavy footsteps slowly climbing up the stairs. "Oh crap, Oh crap," She whispered. Immediately she locked her door as quickly as she could with her shaking hands. She rapidly walked back to her bed and put one of her pillows underneath the bed sheets then put her bed cover on top, making it appear as if someone was sleeping and grabbed her iPad. Marie started to briskly paced her room silently as millions of thoughts ran through her head. "Okay," she thought, shaking to clear her head, "This is a home invasion, I mean why would you bring a loaded gun to a house burglary? Even if you did, you probably wouldn't go to a house that obviously has a dog. What do I do? Do I barricade the door with my drawers or do I just hide?" She pondered quickly, shaking her head. Marie looked around as she harshly bit her lip.
When she finally heard the footsteps getting closer and closer to her room, she froze. "Crap, crap, crap. Well screw it I am hiding." She hissed and quietly ran to her closet. She opened the closet door as quietly as possible, wincing when it made a squeaking noise. Once she was inside the closet and had safely closed the door, she started removing her clothing from the hangers. She then quickly covered herself in the clothing once she got a lot on the ground. Marie listened as the footsteps of the unknown intruder came closer to the door. Right when they were about to open her door, a loud hiss and growl erupted. The girl's eyes widened as she whispered
"Shut up Shadow." She hoped her cat would just run away, but to no avail, another loud bang swiftly followed, ending the growling from her cat. Marie speedily covered her mouth to hide her sobbing, silent tears running down her face. As she squeezed her eyes tightly, an idea popped in her head. She quickly unlocked her iPad and went on Facebook as the stranger started getting vexed and kept trying to unlock her door. When Facebook finally loaded, she went on her friend's chat box and hastily typed: 'Rachel' 'Rachel' 'Rachel' and smiled when she saw her friend's status showed that she was online. Typing again: 'Rachel, I need you to call 911, someone is in my house, and I am pretty sure they killed my dog and cat. Now they are trying to kill me.' She pressed enter and looked at the dim glowing screen. Marie nearly jumped when a loud slam came from outside her door. 'God damn it, hurry the hell up. He is trying to break down my door.' She typed with her fingers trembling. 'Don't worry, they're coming.' Her friend responded.
The girl smiled with relief, but a few seconds later, a loud beep came from downstairs. Quickly wiping the smile off her face, she winced in embarrassment. "I knew I forgot to turn off something." Marie mused angrily. Thankfully, the intruder stopped trying to bang down the door and started to walk towards the noise. "Thank you iPhone, even though your battery really sucks." She said lightly and she deleted all her Facebook messages from her iPad. When she heard the person's footstep hit the cold marble floors from downstairs, she shrugged off the clothes that she was hiding under and left the closet.
"New objective, do I go out the window or go to my dad, if he is in his room?" She questioned mentally. "Well, If I go out the window, I'd probably fall to my death; there are no quick saves just in case I do die," Marie mused in deep thought, "on the other hand though, if I go to my dad-" she began, but her train of thought was quickly cut off by a loud slam from the kitchen. "Screw this shit." She fumed and unlocked the door quietly, quickly sneaking to her father's room across the hall. Marie paused to listen at the unknown loud storms downstairs for her phone and the person he assumed if with it. "Good luck asshole, I don't even know where I left it." She commented snarkily and silently opened the door. Once she was inside her dad's room, she swiftly closed his door as quietly as she could. Marie's eyes squinted through the darkness as she surveyed the room for her dad. "Dad?" She questioned, turning on the lights to get a better view of the room. Once she got a full view of the room, dread filled her stomach, her dad wasn't there.
She ran towards the bed and checked under in where she found the miniature baseball bat that her dad had hid a year ago. Marie heard the once storming footsteps coming up the stairs and she rapidly ran to turn off the light. Once she turned off the light she quickly hid in the closest, leaving the door open a smidge. She stayed absolutely quiet in the closet as she heard the footsteps go towards her bedroom again. Marie heard a crash, and the door flung open. 'BANG' 'BANG' 'BANG' the intruder's gun went, nearly making Marie crash into the wall. A few seconds later, Marie heard the stranger stomp closer and closer to the room she was hiding in. As he was coming closer, Marie started thinking, 'Assuming that the first gun shot wasn't my imagination and my dad is no longer...' Her thoughts trailed off leading to grotesque conclusion, 'He shot my dad first, the shot from downstairs, that was my dad-Oh my god, my dad is dead.' she realized.
Before she could think of a plan the intruder kicked the door right off it hinges and he turned on the light with one hand and held his gun in the other. Marie held her breath and clutched onto the baseball bat. The man walked into the middle of the room. This allowed her to get a look at his hair. It was a horrendous shade of auburn. "Come out, Come out, wherever you are." The auburn man sang tauntingly. He examined the room, searching for the hiding girl. His eyes aimed at the cracked closest and Marie could have sworn that his dark brown-nearly black eyes seemed to pierce into Marie's blue-green eyes, as if he was planning on destroying her soul. The intruder quickly turned towards her direction giving Marie a clear picture of him. His auburn hair was chopped unevenly and he had a long scar that dragged across his face. He gave her a blood thirsty smile as he took three long strides and then ripped open the closet door. "This is for my dad, you douchebag." Marie snarled as she kicked the repulsive man in the groin and nailing him in the head with the miniature baseball bat. He groaned in pain and fell onto his knees, she dropped the small bat then ran as fast as she could out of the room and sprinted down the stairs into the kitchen.
She turned on the kitchen light and gasped in pain and horror at the sight of her father's crumpled body. He laid on his back, a puddle of blood surrounding him, showing he was caught off guard. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, ignoring the fresh tears that were creeping down her face, and ran to the kitchen knives, but before she could grab the sharpest knife from the knife block she was yanked backwards. "That wasn't very nice." The man hissed in her ear. He grabbed Marie in a death grip and raised the gun to her forehead, but right before he could pull the trigger, Marie bit down into his hand, making him drop the gun in pain. "You. Little. Bitch!" He roared in agony, holding her down by the throat with his bruised hand. Marie pried his hands off of her throat and then started thrashing around like a fish out of water, trying to get out of his hard grip. In a moment of pure rage, he deeply slit Marie's throat with the knife that Marie was trying to grab, the mark he made was sloppy and barely missed a major artery. He dropped the knife and rubbed her cheek with his thumb as Maria started to painfully choke on her blood. "Such a shame," he sighed, "you were a pretty one too." Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Marie's hand slowly and carefully reached for his knife.
When she got a hold of it she paused, 'Well, I'm probably dead either way.' Marie thought as she noticed her vision was clouding. Marie lifted her arm and stabbed him in the side. She quickly put her hand to her throat trying to add pressure to the wound to try and stop the bleeding. Marie sat up straight and slowly blinked, as she saw her vision fade. "Who is the little bitch now jackass," She choked out. With one last slow, heavy blink, she was greeted by the darkness.
AN: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first Teen Wolf fan fiction, and I know it may seem a little slow. I am still hesitant in continuing this story, so if you want more review, favorite, and follow. Also constructive criticism is welcome, after all, help is always nice. I will also apologize for OOCness of any character in the future and also spelling and/or grammar mistakes. This story also may turn into a Derek/OC story, if it does it will be a very slow burn. On the brighter side, the next chapter includes Marie goes to Beacon Hills and gets on the nerve of a mysterious stranger.