"Life can't ever be all bad or all good. Eventually, things have to go back to the middle."
It had been six months of radio silence -at least from the supernatural world, not that Scott McCall and the rest of his pack were complaining. This gave them the time to be normal teenagers and stress over things like senior year, not what supernatural baddie would be knocking at their doors next.
Though there was nothing but white noise coming from the supernaturals of Beacon Hills, the phone lines at Beacon Hills Sheriff's station were still ringing off the hook. Deputies ran around trying to contain the madness, every deputy besides Jordan Parrish. He was confined to desk duty, a telephone binding him to the small space like a personal shackle. What he had done to be benched, stuck answering phone calls and filling out paperwork, while everyone else got to go out and do their jobs as deputies, was beyond him. He was sick of being the receptionist.
Fueled by pure annoyance from the incessant ringing of the phone, Parrish barged into the Sheriff's office, "Six months. Six months of directing traffic, doing courthouse security, serving subpoenas, and today I finished a total overhaul of evidence lock up," Stilinki rolled his eyes, knowing exactly where this rant was going, "Now I'm stuck behind the front desk while there are down power lines, a jackknifed tractor trailer, and reports of gunshots downtown. I don't know what I did to lose your trust, but you need every available deputy out there."
Whether he had crossed the line or not, Parrish didn't know, but it did seem to get a response from Stilinski. Reading the paper in his hand, the younger man looked up, an incredulous expression on his face, "A noise complaint?"
There was no way Stilinski was serious.
"Yeah," Stilinski shrugged, "Someone was making noise, somebody else complained about it.. Check it out."
It didn't take Parrish long to get to the reported address, a broken down, two-story, old Greek revival with large white columns. The place looked like something straight out of a horror movie, but the quicker he investigated the complaint the faster he'd-hopefully-be able to go help elsewhere around town. If he thought outside looked creepy, inside rose the creepy factor about 100 points. A broken chandelier laid on the floor, glass littered the vicinity along with leaves the blew around once he opened the door.
Walking deeper inside, with a flashlight in hand, he spoke, "Hello?" but there was no reply, "This is the Beacon County Sheriff's Department!"
It wasn't like he expected whoever had been in there to welcome him with open arms and a cold beer, but he also didn't want this to be a complete waste of time, so he continue through the house. He had just about given up when he came to an open door with stairs that descended into the basement. Cautiously, he crept down the wooden steps, gun and flashlight in hand. There was no one in the basement, at least, no one he could see. A bang came from behind a wall across from the staircase, which only continued as Parrish pressed his ear to the wall; there was someone behind there. Panic rose in the man as he ran back upstairs into his truck, promising the person in the wall that he would get them out. Returning as quickly as he had left, Parrish began pounding at the wall with a pry bar. He had only managed to make a small hole before he noticed a black fluid ooze from it. Peering closer, the wall cracked further, causing Parrish to be sprayed by the goo.
The wall crumbled as a hand push through it, grabbing the young deputy by the throat. A man covered in the black substance emerge from the hole in the wall, growling, he sharp fangs and enormous talons on full display. With no warning, the man pushed his taloned fingertips through Parrish's gut, only for both of their eyes to glow an iridescent orange.
The taloned man tilted his head to the side, a small grin on his face, "You're not a werewolf, but you're something," He dropped Parrish to the ground like a rag doll.
"You're no ordinary creature, deputy," He watched Parrish, almost intrigued, "But then neither am I, not tonight," His talons gleamed a bright blue that matched his eyes.
Fascinated by his own features he looked down at the man on the floor, "I'll let you live if you answer one question,"
This can't be good.
"Where is Scott McCall?"
In pain and knowing his life was very much on the line Parrish replied, "Never heard of him," and everything went dark.
"Jordan," He could hear his name being called through the static from his radio, "Jordan," the voices called again as his eyesight cleared up. Before him, he could make out Lydia with her fiery hair, but the raven-haired girl that stood beside her was someone he didn't recognize. Their fingertips grazed his wounds earning a pained groan and a few winces.
Leaning closer to him both girls whispered, "Stay with us, Jordan, stay with us." Their voices were velvety, lulling him to sleep. A sleep that was only disturbed by someone shaking him, it was the sheriff.
Lydia and her friend were gone, nowhere in sight.
"They weren't real," He mumbled, "They weren't real,"
The taloned creature had failed, his plan to kill the true alpha and strip him of his power had backfired, leaving him in obvious pain as he kneeled before three masked figures, begging for more time, more power.
The masked figures' image seemed to flicker
and blur as they stood before their subject.
"Your condition worsens," One spoke in an electronic voice as he drew what seemed to be a sword from the cane he had at his side.
"Wait, Wait, give me another chance," The creature begged for his life, but that didn't seem to phase the three masked figures.
"You were supposed to remove the obstacle. Our time is limited," The voice spoke.
"There are no second chances." This echoed between the three figures as the sword was thrusted into the creatures chest and quickly pulled out, causing him to fall onto his back in pure agony.
Blood fills his mouth as he gurgled in pain. The sound of skin tearing fills the dark laboratory as his chest splits, releasing black birds into the space.
Miles away in the middle of the woods the rain pelted down on her pale skin like bullets, turning it an agitated shade of red. Her eyes snapped open, iris' darker than the night, but soon fading to an icy blue as she gasped for air. There was only one thing on her mind, and that was finding the girl, the banshee.
A/N: Hey, guys, this is actually my first fic on here and I'm really excited to see how you all will react to my oc and her part in the teen wolf world. I had written this story awhile back, but I am re-writing it, so this is kind of me testing the waters and seeing how everything works out. As a warning, this story is also on wattpad (because it's taken me forever to learn how to use this website). I will be posting a lot of edits and things relating to my oc on tumblr so I would suggest you go check them out so you can get to know my oc better!