"Where are you going?" Kendra looks up from where she is hanging from her window sill. Drusilla stands inside Kendra's room in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top. Drusilla was rather haunting appearing with her misty white and bloodshot eyes. The girl was blinded when she was ten and her eyes have never healed. She wore her sunglasses every single minute of every day except when she's home because the Deatons have made it clear that they accept Drusilla no matter what, even if her eyes are unnerving. The Deatons adopted her shortly after her accident and she has grown to be like a little sister to Kendra.
"Uh… you know, just hanging out." Drusilla crosses her arms and gives Kendra a look.
"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I know you're lying."
"Don't tell dad."
"As long as you tell me what's going on."
"Stiles just called. He said to meet him at the edge of the preserve. He and Scott are going to look for a dead body."
"What?" Drusilla asks in a horrified voice, causing Kendra to sigh. Drusilla had always been a rather quiet and sweet girl, but since her accident, she has grown skittish and extremely shy.
"Yeah, Stiles says some hikers found half of a dead body, so he wants to find the other half."
"But that could be dangerous."
"That's what makes it exciting. Look, Dru, you should hang back. I know how skittish you are of the woods with what happened and everything, so just cover for me. Please?" Kendra asks with a hopeful tone.
"What if you get hurt or worst."
"Kendra, I'm a Fey. I can look out for myself. Don't worry. Just make sure dad doesn't know I'm missing."
"Be careful."
"I'm always careful." She says before dropping from the ledge.
"Kendra!" Drusilla rushes to the window in fear that Kendra got killed by the fall.
"Relax, Dru, I did gymnastics for ten years. I am totally fine. I'll be back in a few hours. Dad should be in his office working on paperwork all night, but if not then text me a warning and cover for me until I get here. Okay?"
"Okay, just please be careful and call if anything happens."
"Will do." Kendra moves towards her motorcycle and starts it. Kendra had built the bike herself and made sure that when it started it was as quiet as a house cat just for moments like this.
The air was crisp and the sky was clear. It was a nice fall night and due to it being past ten the streets were deserted. It was a bit chilly, but Kendra had dressed for it. She was in a pair of black jeans, a black warm hoodie, her favorite green beanie, and black boots.
Kendra pulls up next to the old baby blue jeep, turning her bike off. "Glad you could make it. Any trouble?" Stiles asks as she made her way over to the two boys. Kendra couldn't even remember when they became friends. They were all geeks and they attract each other. Others dismissed them and cast them off as losers, but they have come to make a friendship out of it and when Drusilla was adopted the boys gladly accepted her into their group because she was just as different as they were. It was just at times Drusilla couldn't join them such as tonight.
"Drusilla's covering for me, but we should make this quick in case my dad decides to check on me."
"Sure thing, come on."
"How is, Dru? Is she excited for school tomorrow?" Stiles asks as they cross into the preserve.
"You know her, a total nerd, so of course she's looking forward to school. She says it's one of the few things she's good at."
"Are we seriously doing this?" Kendra and Stiles both turn and look at Scott who was standing on the line of the preserve.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town."
"Yeah, so you have no right to complain when something does happen. Plus this is going to be an adventure." Kendra tells Scott before starting further through the woods.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Both Stiles and Scott are on the lacrosse team, but they both also suck. They love the game, but the game so far doesn't love them. Kendra's sport is swimming, while Drusilla loves art.
"Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Kendra hits Stiles in the chest and gives him a severe glare before turning to Scott.
"I think you're going to play this year." Kendra was always the optimistic cheerful one. She has been through a lot. With her mom leaving, her finding out she was a fey, adopting Drusilla. But her dad always says, 'Every rainy day is followed by sunshine.' It means things will get better and to just keep hope. That's what she believes in. Scott will be better and he'll play. She knows deep down that he has a chance.
"In fact, I'm making first line."
"I don't know, Scott. You shouldn't fly too high or your wings might be burned by the sun." Kendra says instantly regretting encouraging him. Scott was like that. He was always shooting too high, start small as Kendra always says.
"I agree with Kendra, but everyone should have a dream. Even a pathetically unrealistic one."
"Just out of curiosity which half of the body are we looking for?" Kendra looks at Stiles who looks at her.
"Please tell me you didn't just hear dead body and rush off into the woods half-cocked."
"Huh! I didn't even think about that." Kendra groans and looks at Scott. Kendra was always a troublemaker. She loved the excitement and danger that came with sneaking out and doing something her father wouldn't approve of. It wasn't that she was trying to get back at her father or anything, but she was a fey. They were born mischievous, free-spirited, and a bit wild.
"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" This question would make most people scared, but not Kendra. Feys weren't afraid of much. They were powerful beings. Master of the four elements and skilled in the art of weather. So, even if the killer was out here he would stand no chance against her.
"Kendra, you okay?" She looks at Stiles and Scott with a grin.
"Don't worry boys, I'll protect you." She winks, causing Stiles to laugh.
"Sure."
"It's comforting to know, Stiles, that you planned this with your usual attention to detail."
"I know."
"What do you expect, Scott. This is Stiles we're talking about."
"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one with the flashlight, huh?" This is also the reason why Scott would be bad at lacrosse.
Kendra and Stiles reach the top, but they drop to the ground as they see flashlights scanning the woods. "Oh, no, your dad." Kendra whispers as she looks around. Scratch that, her father scares her and if she got caught out here then she'd never hear the end of it with him.
"Don't worry, we got this." Stiles whispers, turning his flashlight off as Scott drops down beside them. "Wait, come on!" Kendra and Stiles bolt up and take off running, leaving Scott in the dust. Kendra wasn't much of a runner. She was more of a swimmer, so she didn't have the energy for this.
"Stiles! Kendra!" The two stop and turn to see Scott far behind them.
"Maybe we should-" Kendra screams as a dog jumps on her.
"Woah!" Stiles yelps, falling to the ground as another dog growls. Kendra's eyes turn purple and she feels her nails turn to ice. She slashes her nails across the dog's face to get him off her, not strong enough to really break the skin, but strong enough for it to get the hint to back off. The dog yelps and jumps off her.
"Stay right there!" The cop yells as he pulls back both dogs, giving Kendra an angry glare. "What did you do to Pumpkin?"
"Pumpkin? It attacked me. Look." Kendra holds out her arm to reveal a dog bite.
"Hang on, hang on. These delinquents belong to me."
"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles asks, standing up and putting his hand in front of his face to keep from getting blinded by the bright light. Sheriff Stilenski helps Kendra up and looks at her arm.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Mostly startled." The sheriff turns his attention back to his son.
"So, do you, uh, listen in to all my phone calls?"
"No." The sheriff gives him a look, causing Stiles to look at Kendra, who was glaring at him. "Well, not the boring ones."
"Sheriff, you won't tell my dad about this, will you? He has so much on his plate right now." The sheriff gives her a sympathetic look. It wasn't easy to maintain your own business and raise two kids on your own and Kendra knew the sheriff understood.
"Not this time, Kendra, but next time-"
"There won't be the next time. Last time I listen to your son." Stiles gives Kendra a surprised look before catching her eyes. She was lying. Of course, she would find herself winding up doing something crazy again. Being friends with the sheriff son means you do crazy things on a regular basis, but the sheriff didn't have to know that.
"Where's your usual partner in crime?" The sheriff asks, already knowing Drusilla wouldn't be out here.
"Who? Scott?"
"Well, I know Drusilla isn't crazy enough to be out here." The sheriff said. Kendra did have to agree. Drusilla might have learned how to live with being blind, but the woods held so many problems. It was a tripping hazard, but there's also the fact that these woods are where the Hale fire occurred and where Drusilla lost her sight.
"Sc-Scott's home." Stiles tells his dad. "He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It's just us. In the woods. Alone." The sheriff looks suddenly at the two of them, causing Kendra's eyes to widen in realization.
"What, no, Sheriff! I-I love Stiles, but he's like my brother. We weren't- I'm not- He's in love with Lydia Martin!"
"Kendra!" Stiles gasps. The sheriff clears his throat and raises his flashlight.
"Scott!" He calls, trying not to look at the two teens in front of him. "Scott, are you out there? Scott?" Kendra looks up as she hears the thunder starts. She loved the rain. She loved the feeling of it on her skin, the noise of it hitting the ground, the smell of it. It was cliche and overly romantic, but she loved dancing in the rain. Her biggest dream is to find her true love and have their first dance in the rain. She was a hopeless romantic at heart, but it was from all the stories Drusilla would tell Kendra about Moonstruck. "Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you and Kendra back to your bike and you and I are gonna have a conversation about invasion of privacy." He begins as he grabs Stiles by his hood.
Kendra tries her best not to laugh as Stiles is dragged all the way back to his jeep and getting the lecture of a lifetime about Stiles invading the sheriff's privacy. "Kendra, make sure my boy gets home or I will tell your father about your fun trip into the woods."
"Yes, sir." Kendra says as she grabs her helmet. "And thanks again, sir, for not mentioning this to my dad… the last thing he or I need is for him to find out about this."
"Just get home safely, Kendra." She nods and gets on her bike, starting it up. The sheriff waves them off as they drive down the deserted road.