Hello! This is my first ever story to post, and I'm just playing with the idea.

Meet my OC, Amber Reyes (Imagine AnnaSophia Robb as this character). This is me playing with her personality for a starter. The next chapter I wish to show her story. I know this one is short, but I'm playing around with Amber. I want to get to know her, platform her persona before I give you a spesific story. I hope you like it!

Also, none of these characters, nor the universe belongs to me. Only Amber Reyes!

- Marie, smooch!

Amber Reyes lay in midst of the dark blankets of Derek's bed, sending him a glare from across the room as he suggested for the infamous Peter Hale to prod his claws into Isaac's neck. Amber hated the idea, but knew her opinions wouldn't be taken into consideration, so all she did was lay there with a magazine in her hands.

"I don't like him," Isaac stated.

"Nobody likes him," Derek replied in a matter-of-fact voice. It annoyed Amber.

A split moment later the large door to the loft opened, and Peter came in with a face full of pretend hurt and slight amusement. "Boys," Amber coughed to get his attention, "And girl. FYI, coming back from the dead has left my senses somewhat impared, but the hearing still works,"

The blonde chuckled, an eyebrow raising whilst her eyes were still set on the images inside the magazine.

"So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever you said you're feeling, straight to my face."

Derek looked up at him from his seat, "We don't like you. Now shut up and help us."

Amber took that as her cue to leave the room, taking the stairs up and soon found her way to the rooftop. She hated being stuck at Derek's, no matter how comfortable the bed she stole was, or how glorious she found the empty fridge at all times. Melissa McCall had offered the spare room, but Amber felt strange about those arrangements so she said no. Gratefully, of course.

She sat as far away from the edge as possible, her hearing impaling the thick walls and ceilings to hear whether the session of prodding necks were done or not. She wanted to be there for Isaac, he meant a lot to her but she couldn't. She knew that if she found out where her sister were, she would lose her mind. However, the broken sentences from Peter didn't exactly help her cause in keeping her sane.

"Where did Derek go?" Amber asked as she entered the big loft again, now having only Peter and Isaac in it.

"Scott found something."

"Well, did you?"

"As if you didn't listen." Isaac looked at the blonde, who gave a deep sigh and gave a nod before she found her eat in the small sofa that was placed in the middle of the grey room. "All we know is that we have to be quick."

"Then why are we here?"

"So that you don't fulfill your death wish," Peter snorted from the kitchen corner. "And must I say, this fridge is useless with no food in it."

Amber rolled her eyes, "Then fill it up. I won't, and we both know Derek won't." That was a fact. None of them ever ate inside unless it was take-away. Which it almost always was.

"May I ask something?" Isaac looked over at Amber, who had found a position that covered the whole sofa. "Why are you staying here?"

Amber eyed him, unsure of how to respond. Not that it showed through, of course. So she put on a smirk and raised her eyebrows at him, "Do you really want to know? Of-"

"Uhm-"

"The glorious, animalistic sex and the-"

"Okay, stop," Isaac sighed, looking confused and disgusted, yet intruiged, "I don't need to know."

Amber grinned, winking his way before making her way over to the bed again to find her magazine. Isaac looked her way with the same expression as earlier, and Peter was attempting to make something out of the little that resided in the kitchen.

Amber, however, was on a different planet. Her eyes scanned the pages in her magazine but her thoughts were elsewhere. Mostly on her sister: Erica had been gone for too long, and Amber felt guilty. Right before she vanished alongside Boyd, they had a huge fight. Amber felt like, if they didn't, maybe she wouldn't try to leave. Maybe Erica would still be here. And she missed her friends, which only added to her guilt. She had ignored them ever since Erica vanished.

And she missed them terribly.