Someone requested I did an au was already planning one, so gave me the shove I needed. Anyways please review and enjoy! Yours truly Muffins.

"Hayley! Come back here!" her foster mum shouted in her meek voice but it barely carried to her retreating form.
Her veins burned, she felt like she was burning from the inside out. She needed to kick something, throw something anything to get rid of the rage that was overwhelming her.
She needed to calm down but she was too warm, she couldn't. Shouting a hoarse scream she turned kicking one of the rubbish bins which dropped feebly to the ground and the rubbish rolled pathetically out of it. Great. "I'm not picking that up." She mumbled to herself making herself take even breaths as she made herself breathe in and out.
They hadn't done anything. No one ever really did, they just caught her at the wrong time and the sound of her voice dropping into that fake, caring tone it irritated her.
She didn't fucking care. She didn't know her. One more year then she would be out of this and she could go take care of herself. Not have these housewives breathing over her neck with these googly, warped eyes examining at her while they shuffled around hoovering and cooking dinner.
"Hayley sweetie. What would you like?" what I would like is to not be here with you, to not have been cast out like some unwanted pup with a bunch of strangers who knew she wasn't the right fit. Just humouring her until they requested a more likable and behaved child, well they can fuck off.
The storm raged over her head the trees whipping back and forth as the rain started to become heavier and move quicker around her. The droplets heavier on her skin. She loved it. The storm was uncontrollable and loved being a part of it. She hung her head back smiling easily for once and let the world drench her to the bone. It felt good.

"Klaus! Come back here." His mum pleaded with doe eyes big and expecting but he couldn't be in that house, he could still feel the sting on his back.
He could still feel the pulsating lump on the back of his head where he'd been thrown across until his head connected with the fireplace. Dazed and confused he'd blinked through the pain expecting someone to reach out to him but they stood like sheep staring at him, some with guilty expressions.
Surprised at his quick recovery he had had staggered forward wandering how a fall like that hadn't killed him and how he couldn't help but wished it had.
Rebekah his sister bit down on his lip whimpering but his brother Finn held on to her arm with a death grip refusing her the option to help him. He walked to his mum for help, so that she could protect him from his father but she took a step back and he felt his throat constrict around a cry that almost escaped him. His father barrelled forward as he turned to his brothers Elijah and Kol and he shoved him in the chest away from them and towards the door.
His legs were useless things, jelly underneath him and he barely fell back on his arse again refusing to meet the eyes of his family. Taking a trembling breath he stared down his father, he got back on his feet once more defiantly storming out the door.
There was a storm out and it matched his mood. He ran and ran until his shaky legs landed him back on his arse, he brought his knees up into his chest. His head dropping lowly feeling the rain pool down his back and while no one could tell the difference, he cried.
It wasn't tears it was just the rain, if anyone found him that's what he would say.
He hated his poxy family and even the ones he thought cared for him cowered behind the monster peering out at him like he was some sort of mad experiment.
He didn't know how long he sat there looking out into the darkness feeling like a shadow himself but when he body started to tremble from the cold, he knew he should go but his body hurt.
He needed help. He didn't want to need help from no one. "Nik." Rebekah's voice was shrill and panicked as she ran up behind him, taking off her coat she draped it across his shoulders.
She affectionately ran a hand though his hair, "I'll sneak you in through my window. You should get inside otherwise you'll get sick."
He nodded to himself silently handing the coat back to her she needed it and he'd probably get smacked across the head for letting her get cold.
"Who cares." He muttered bitterly making himself walk towards that house again.
He wished to stay out in the storm.

The back arse of nowhere. That's where she lived. That's where her friends were and that's where she worked and she loved it, more than she loved anything. The sun was dry and sticky as it beat down on you mercilessly but it was something she'd come to love. Even insects and all, her anger hadn't been as bad and she started to struggle less and less at controlling it.
She pushed through the wooden shack of a bar where the locals were chugging back their drinks, their mouths never ceasing to move always relaying stories. She nodded to her boss Hollis and he gave her one of his easy, big smiles as she let herself behind the bar. Benny one of the girls who worked their nodded gratefully at her arrival, running madly around to the drunk locals who were gesturing and jeering at her. "Rough night." She observed as she passed her a drink to deliver.
"There feeling especially spiritual tonight. Thanks." She was gone like a shot and Hayley had to laugh as she put on a smile while an old timer told her the days when werewolves roamed the area around here.
She looked over her shoulder at her to roll her eyes, stories they infected this area it just seemed more believable in a place like this. Benny tossed her scraggly brown hair into a messy bun while she waited at the bar with her, "Have to tie it up because apparently I look like I could turn into a wolf."
"Aren't you?"
She faked a laugh, "Good one."
"It's a full moon tonight. Shouldn't you get going?"
She snatched the drinks off the bar so fast it splashed across the bar, "You're as bad as them. Now go clean that up."
Hollis passed her a cloth looking amused by their exchange, "She's a character that one. But then so are you."
She wiped down the bar before she looked up at him giving him a grateful smile, "Well if you didn't want us misfits. Stop taking us in."

His shout was a deep, growl that exploded from his chest. He dropped down on all fours the pain vibrating through his body until it reached his head and he felt his skull start to throb.
It was getting easier but this was never a fun part. He bones twisting, cracking at unnatural angles but he learned to embrace the feel of his body changing.
Learned to embrace the fact that he was the monster that everyone suspected he was, he was a monster that was stronger than his foe now. That was all that mattered. He could stay out in the storm now, howling into the night.

A very entitled looking blonde walked into the bar parading over like she owned the place and Hayley groaned out loud causing Hollis to chuckled beside her. She was dressed in clothes she herself had never seen before and she must've been dared to walk in this filthy, musky place. "Can I help you?" she couldn't help the irritation that laced through her voice.
She looked even more amused by this, "People aren't much used to city folk around here are they?"
She was English. Explains the prim and proper attitude. Makes it a little better, shouldn't have to slap her across the face as hard as she was suspecting.
"I don't think they quite understand why someone like you would choose to grace the bar with you presence."
She laughed shortly sitting herself up on the stool, "Vodka and coke please. I don't have a stick as far up my arse as you suspect. You'll see."
She raised one unconvinced eyebrow at her, sliding the drink towards her.
"Maybe after a few. It will become true. What you doing here?"
Her cocky expression dropped and she noticed her face growing downcast she faked a big smile, "Troublesome brother. Moved here with him. He seems to love the woods more than the city. More he loves the lack of people in the woodland area. What would you call it?"
Benny was giving the new girl a scrutinising stare but she seemed to be equipped at ignoring the attention she received or revelling in it. Ignoring her jab at the bayou she lived in, "Seems me and you're brother would have something to agree on."
"No. No one agrees with Nik." She snapped and she busied herself as she seethed in her own temper.
"Rebekah." She held out her hand in some sort of peace agreement.
"Hayley."
"You'll probably be seeing a lot more of me."
Great she thought but there was something oddly intriguing about her she seemed like a bitch but an honest bitch was someone she could talk to.
Her brother seemed to be rubbing her the wrong way as she sat tipping her glass impatiently with her nails at the mention of him. He'll be fun to meet.