Authors Note: Hey guys, I figured I'd give this a try, I'll also attempt to update everyday but if not its because I work long and hard on my chapters before uploading them. Leave feedback if you can! I do not own Teen Wolf, Or any of the characters, I simply own The Venators.
"The wolf lives right here. In this village". He looked at the villages. "Among you. It is one of you." ― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood
Chapter One
Dear Valerie,
If you're reading this, then I am no longer with the living. In any case, your mother has decided against continuing the family tradition, hunting. You are a woman in The Venator family, and in The Venator family, we make our own decisions, and we get the dirty work done. Some hunting cultures depend on the men for warfare, but now its your time to make the choice, will you continue my duty as It has passed to you?
In this box you will find a cloak, if you choose to do as I , and many before me, you must wear it for all means of protection and secrecy. Sheathed by the cloak is, not just your identity, but your odds against death. Weapons. These will aid you in all your battles.
il est de notre devoir d'être des loups en peau de mouton, se cacher, même parmi nos semblables, afin de faire le travail
'it is our duty to be wolves in sheep skin, hide, even among our fellow man, to get the job done' Valerie furrowed her brow and bit her lip.
However, if you follow your mothers path, and decide against hunting, it is my final death wish that you hold onto the cloak, for your times of need, and in death, you too pass it onto the next generation of Venators.
There are monsters under your bed, Valerie. There always has been. Mosters run amock all day, hurting people, tricking them, doing no general good. In this box, along with your cloak, you will find two leather bound books. One, is my bestiary. It contains all the information I know about the supernatural, and hunting techniques I've come across over the years, the second, I want you to keep, should you ever come across a creature unheard of.
Protect these booklets with your life, for they're the only guide you will get.
Happy Hunting.
Sincerely,
Tabitha Diane Venator
Her nimble fingers peeled back the lid, revealing everything the letter listed. The cloak was gorgeous, made from a fabric like Valerie'd never felt, the color of blood. It had a hood and she lifted it up, to see it in full view. Inside of the cloak, was pockets, all of them containing weapons. Various types of knifes, little bottles containing plants, gernade looking things. However, one little pink bottle caught her eye.
Valerie scrunched up her nose in confusion, pulling out the tiny perfume bottle.
How on earth would perfume help defend her? She squinted, trying to read the faded white lettering on the center. Wolfsbane. Oh. Worry clouded her features at the thought of werewolves, and so she pressed down lightly on the little bottle, pressing it to her veins. It smelled nice, wonderful even, she could easily see it wouldn't be a problem wearing it all the time.
She wrapped the coat around herself, feeling just safer with it against her skin, pulling on the hood. It reached to the end of her ankles. Valerie's eyes shifted back towards the box and down to the old, faded looking, books. Her guides. But she decided against picking them up, instead, she took off the cloak, wrapped it up, and folded it back into the box.
She would get her bedroom set up, and the lock on her door, before she began reading anything. If she was going to get deep into the world of myths and hunting, she wasn't going to leave a single chance for her mother finding out. Valerie highly doubted that she would be okay with her hunting.
Both of her parent's thought Valerie was this frail little thing, simply because she was mute. Ever since she was young, they babied her. She still didn't know how to ride a bike because they refused to teach her. It wasn't surprising that her mother decided against hunting, she was the in your face, over protective, sweet heart, great cook kind of mother. But as far as Valerie knew, her dad was completely oblivious.
Turning her thoughts back to the task at hand, she placed the box on her dresser, and began sorting and cleaning. Hunting wasn't the only thing her grandmother left her, she also stated in her will, that they would be given the deed to the house, free of charge, all the bills already payed for. Originally, her mom didn't want to move, but her dad reasoned that it would save a lot of money, small town and all.
The bedroom was gorgeous. With a large canopy bed, and a balcony over looking the street, it was all Valerie could ask for and much more. She made the bed, her sheets a toned purple, intricate black designs covering it. Unboxing all her things, from movies, to music, was exhausting. Valerie put all her movies in her disc holder, a little floor cabnet designed to hold them, her music in a drawer, and her clothes in the closet. Pushing her vanity table against the wall next to the balcony, she plopped her computer down.
All in all, it was a pain. But, finally, she finished. She applied the lock to her door, hooked up her computer, and her television, and put away everything except for one box. The box. Valerie moved towards the balcony, sitting on an old, but very pretty, black chair, and began reading the Bestiary.
By the end of the book, Valerie had paled, her hands shaky, she turned the last page, only to reviel the back of the book, with a small map drawn on it. It was of Valerie's room. This peaked her interest. Her head shot up and she looked out over the street. Directly across from her, was two boys. They were her age, and in a bedroom window. Staring at her. She blushed and waved a little, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and fleeing to the safety of her bedroom. She'd been told many many times that her emotions are all over her face whenever she reads.
The map showed her to a gaping hole in the wall, just big enough for her through, hidden from plain sight by the cover of Valerie's dresser. Before going in it, she turned her head, glancing at the clock on her night stand.
4:30 PM She had an hour and a half before she had to be back for dinner, and Valerie was, to say the least, excited. She's always loved a good adventure. But then something caught her sight. She dashed back, this adventure had something to do with hunting, everything in this house did, according to the bestiary, and that meant, it was time to pull out the cloak. She slid the box under her bed, adjusting the ties of the coat around her body, pulling the hood over her head.
Valerie could barely recognize herself in the mirror. Her long honey colored hair, lay in ringlets, splayed across her shoulders. The end of the hood hung slightly over her forehead, creating a shadow that covered her face. She looked like a superhero.
And so, she went into the wall. Pulling the dresser back to hide it. Her footing found a ladder, and she made her way down. It was pitch black, and when she reached the end of the ladder, she had to drop down because it didn't reach the bottom. Her ankles ached with pain from the landing. Valerie squinted, but still, couldn't recognize the material it was made out of.
Just as she readied to turn the corner, she heard a voice and froze in place.
"I don't know Kyle, being back in Beacon Hills is weird. Everything's still the same. In a creepy way, foreboding..." it was her mother "don't overthink it Sienna, we both know you have a tendecy to brood. Beacon is nice...everything's cheaper here than it was in L.A" reasoned her father. Valerie furrowed her brow in confusion and then she heard the usual sound of whistling that her mother made when she was cooking, a habit of Sienna's.
That meant they were in the kitchen, then that meant Valerie was in the wall. It was brilliant, when she was little, her grandmother was just a rich lady that sent checks on holidays and birthdays. This must have been why Sienna kept Valerie from her. Not wanting to eavesdrop, she continued down the dark path. Finally, she came to a stop, a dead end.
What the hell? Just as she looked down to peak at the map, her feet still moving, she met no floor. The ground had disapeared. Another hole. The wind whistled and worry hit Valerie like a wave. She flailed, trying to grab a hold of something. Just as she was about to give up, her hand hit something, cold, and hard. A handle. She'd missed the ladder.
That was one of the perks of being a mute, the only real noise she made was laughter, she rarely ever screamed. Had she screamed, Valerie's parents probably would have heard. After all, walls are thin. She kept climbing, arms shaking, they were surprisingly weak, i'd have to workout more often, she noted.
The temperature had dropped, and she'd made it down the ladder without another incident. The floors were cement, like the walls, and were lit by torches. It reminded her of a cell, only huge, with tunnels. The cold attempted to lick her arm but the hood protected her, offering her heat and warmth.
Valerie's bare feet padded against the floor as she continued walking.
It didn't take long for Valerie to come across a room. She pushed open a steel door, her mouth dropping as she took in the view. It was huge, at least the size of her house. Every single wall was taken up by weapons. More then just knifes and powders. Crossbows, Bows, Guns, Bullets, Swords, Knifes, Whips, Arrows.
It looked like something out of her video games. Valerie's eyes shot all around, marveling in the sight. There wasn't a single girl in the world who could say they enjoyed being weak, she loved super heros, and warriors, all those kinds of nerdy things. She'd never even dreamed that there was the slight possibility of her becoming one.
Valerie couldn't believe it, the little old lady from the photo's, her grandmother, was a badass.
Authors Note: So, what did you guys think? I've had a new character floating around my head but I haven't been able to really put her in words until now. I'm thinking of doing the pairing either Stiles/OC, or Derek/OC. I'm not sure. And yes, those boys in the window were Stiles and Scott. Let me know all about your thoughts, questions, suggestions, whatever! C:
xoxo, Iliana