Chapter 1: Going Back

A/N: Hi guys! I am very excited to start on my first fanfiction ever and to write this! I just wanted to let you all know that English is not my native language, so sorry if there are some mistakes in it. Also, I don't mind getting some criticism, as long as I learn something from it. It's basically an Season 3A AU-ish. Enjoy! Xx

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She heard her teacher talk, but she couldn't concentrate. Hell, she hasn't been able to conentrate in three months. Three months.. It has been that long since her brother got taken by the Alpha Pack. She worried about him, everyday. He could be dead, for God's sake.

"Emilia? Are you still with us?" Her head snapped up when her teacher mentioned her name.

"Hm? Oh.. Yeah, sorry." She mumbled. Once her teacher turned her back to the class, she started staring out of the window again.

When the final bell finally rang, she packed her bag and went to her locker. She got all of her stuff and walked outside. Looking around, she spotted her mom's car.

"Hi." Emilia greeted her mom. Her mom flashed her a smile back. The whole car ride was silent, which was strange since her mom was such a talker. She always asked about her day and stuff. Maybe she just an off day. She would mention it later. Once they arrived home, she went to her room quietly.

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Dinner time came around quickly. "Emilia?" Her mother yelled from downstairs. "Dinner is ready!" Emilia sighed, she didn't feel hungry. She hasn't felt hungry since the day her brother got taken. She hasn't been a lot of things since her brother got taken. Always distracted, she lost all her friends because she stopped socializing and she felt depressive most of the time. It just sucked, she was so close with her brother. It was like they were twins, even though he was 2 years younger than her.

She took a seat on the right side of her father. Nobody said a word and she could clearly feel the tension. "Okay, what the fuck is going on?" She asked annoyed. "Language, Emilia." Her mother shot her a glare while putting some food on her plate. Emilia glared back at her and took the plate from her mom.

"We need to tell you something.." Her father began, making her slightly nervous, but curious at the same time.

"Okay? Tell me."

"We, eh, we got a call from Alan, Dr. Deaton. Do you remember him?" She slowly nodded, recognizing the name. "He told me that they got the same message as we did, three months ago.. Some of their people got taken too, and they might know where they are being kept." Her father told her. She nodded slowly, taking all the information in.

"Is Victor there too?" Her father shrugged his shoulders.

"We don't know that for sure, but Alan told us that there is a chance that they keep everyone at the same place."

"Well, where is this place then? Why are we still sitting on our asses when we might know where Victor is?" Her voice began to rise the more she talked.

"Language, Emilia." Her mother repeated. Emilia sighed in frustration. Really? Was that the only thing she had to say?

"Beacon Hills."

"What?" She was shocked. She didn't want to go there ever again. But.. If her brother was there, she'd have too. She would do anything for him.

"Alan said they are keeping them in a bank vault, the Beacon Hills national bank. We're planning to go there tonight." Her father said, finally looking at her with a doubtful look.

"I want to come." She said, determined. "Honey, you don't have to.." Her mother's soft voice said, giving Emilia a sympathetic look.

"It's been seven years, okay..? I need to get over it.." Emilia mumbled. Now it was her turn to look at her plate. She wasn't feeling hungry at all. She looked at her dad and saw that he was nodding.

"Then you better pack, 'cause we're leaving tonight."

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It was a long ride and she was exhausted. Emotionally, physically.. She just really hoped that Victor was here. She missed him, so much. They pulled up at the animal clinic.

"We're here, honey." Her mom said, still thinking that she was a sleep. She 'woke up' and got out of the car. They entered the animal clinic, and she immediatly picked up three heart beats. Seeing the looks on her parents face, they did too. Was Victor already here? She tried to open the gate, but flinched when she touched it. What the hell?

"Wolfsbane." A unknown voice told her. She looked up, to see a short man smiling at her. She nodded slowly and took a step back. The man, probably Dr. Deaton, opened the gate. "Emilia, right?" She nodded, "I'm Alan Deaton, come in." He smiled at her and she nodded once again. Weirdo.

Once they walked through the door that led to his actual clinic, she saw two other figures. She could smell another werewolf, but the other one was human. The tinted boy turned around as she stepped into the clinic. Guess he was the werewolf. He eyed her suspiciously and she did the same to him.

"This is Scott McCall, werewolf," Deaton pointed at the boy who eyed her suspiciously, "and this is Stiles Stilinski, human." She nodded. Who the fuck would name their kid Stiles? He looked at her with a warning look on his face, as if he could read her mind.

"My name is Vincent Marra, this my wife Lucy," my dad said, pointing to her mom, "and this is our daughter Emilia," he pointed to her.

"Good, now the introductions are done, we can get started. We are still waiting for someone else but he will come soon." My dad nodded at Deaton.

"What exactly are you guys doing here?" The guy, Scott, asked nervously.

"We are looking for our son, Victor. He got taken by the Alpha Pack a few months ago." Her dad told them, and at the mention of Victor she looked down. The bell of the front door of the animal clinic ringed, which meant that someone came in. "Ah, he is here." Deaton said, and walked away to the wolfsbane gate.

He came back with a tall figure, black hair, his skin was tinted. She eyed him before she realized..

It was him.