Hey guys. This if my first fanfiction. I started it FOREVER ago but finally someone talked me into finishing it and posting it. Sorry for any mistakes.
I don't own any of the characters. I just came up with the story posted below. (:
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It was dark as she ran through the woods. She wasn't sure who, or even what it was. She was just on her normal nightly stroll when a guy started following her. When she turned to look at him all she saw was a grin full of sharp teeth and red eyes. She had turned into the woods and he had been following her since. She just wanted to lose this guy.

What did he want with her anyways? She was a sixteen year old girl. She was the shy, beaten, and bullied girl of Beacon Hills. She had no friends and was loner. She even lost her mother when she was five which drove her father to drink. Every night he beat her, calling it punishment, and that she needed to be taught right.

What could he possibly want with her?

She turned and tripped. Light brunette fell into her face as her breathing came out harsh and she looked around. She could feel blood trialing down her now cut open cheek.

She got up, not bothering to dust off the dead leaves the clung to her blue hoodie, or wipe the blood. She kept running the only sound was leaves crunching under her chucks and her own harsh breathing. She was at a large house. What was a house in the middle of the woods doing here anyways? She didn't care; maybe she could lose the guy. She walked open and slowly creaked open the door. It was dark and a broken down house. She remembered overhearing a kid at school talk about a horrible fire taking place here something like nine years ago. Apparently everyone except a boy and his uncle survived it.

She stepped inside and looked around, unsure if she should continue any further. So there she stood looking around the creepy place at almost midnight. Chills crept up her spine slowly. It was has though she could feel each one form and take place on her back. She also had this crazy feeling like someone was watching her. But when she looked, nothing was there.

Sighing she slumped against the door until she heard a guy's voice, "Daniel, hey Daniel! Come on, I just want to talk. You didn't have to run from me!"
How did this guy know her name? Who was he? She backed up and her fears were suddenly real. She backed into a hard, firm chest and it was definitely a human guy. At least she hoped.

She turned and a teenage boy no older than herself looking back down at her with a raised eyebrow. She wanted to scream but terror took the sound before she could. Was this guy real? Did he have fangs and glowing red eyes too? She turned and went to back away but he put a hand on her shoulder and put his pointer finger up to his lips, shaking his head.

Was this boy…helping her? She felt like she had seen him before but she was new to Beacon Hills. She had only moved here with her father just about one week ago and school didn't start until Thursday. So she wasn't sure where she had seen him. But there was something familiar about his tall and lanky figure that seemed way too thin. But his dark blue eyes were soft and kind. And she knew she could trust him.

Another person came out of the dark. This guy looked much older and was definitely ripped muscle wise. But he had a hard look in his eyes like something terrible had happened to him…Her eyes widened. That was Derek Hale one of the only survivors of the house fire. Why was he here now? Did he know the guy outside?

She barely heard him and almost had to lean in to catch everything when he spoke. "Isaac, why is this girl here and what is Peter out there screaming about?"

The boy—Isaac talked just as low as if someone other than the three of them could hear. "I think he was going to turn her. Looks like she's been running all night. I'm sure he's out there looking for her right now," He then looked at her, "Is your name Daniel?" Daniel nodded not sure what else to do. Isaac looked back at Derek and nodded. "That's what he's doing."

Derek turned to her, his face softening after searching her frightened one. "Have you seen anything tonight, Daniel?"

What should tell him? Oh yeah, I saw that guy outside with fangs and glowing red eyes. She was not about to be considered a lunatic. But what if he knew something about it? What if she really saw what she did?

She looked down and very quietly whispered, "I'm not sure."

Isaac spoke up this time. "What is it you're not if you saw?"

she glanced up, "I'm going to sound crazy…But I'd bet my life that I saw that guys eyes glow red and when he grinned he had pointed teeth…fangs."

But instead of making fun of her and laughing Derek looked at Isaac, "Why would he show her before even asking?"

"Maybe he wasn't planning on asking…" Isaac muttered.

Ask what? Her mind screamed. She hated being left in the dark even if she was used to it. Who the hell were these people? And why didn't they think she was out of her mind for what she said? Was it true?

The door flew open and the guy looked almost….hurt? Daniel wondered about that but didn't ponder it much and instead backed right back into Isaac, again.

"Boys," He said in a saddened accusing voice, "I had this one."

"You had this one running through the woods at midnight terrified out of her mind. What the hell were you thinking, Peter?"

Peter shrugged. "You lost Erica and Boyd I was helping you out." He then smiled apologetically at Daniel. "Sorry, darling." Daniel didn't say anything or move a muscle.

"Why would you show her?" Derek continued to snap questions angrily at him.

"Think of it as a warning. I was letting her know what to prepare for."

"Well it was stupid and the only thing it prepared her for was a long night of running."

"Please Derek, you and I both know I would have caught her quite quickly if she hadn't run in here and found you two."

Daniel wasn't sure what was going on, but she began to shake. Panic and terror were starting to take over. She had a decent mind to run but Isaac put a hand on her shoulder and bent down, whispering, "Don't worry. You're fine. Calm down." She wanted to listen to him, but couldn't seem to stop the shaking.

"Let me pick who want for my pack." Derek glared.

"You just pick all the self-deprived teenagers of Beacon Hills. Well here's another one."

"What makes you think I want her?"

Surprisingly Daniel felt a small pang of hurt and annoyance. This guy didn't even know her.

"Ah, well that Is Daniel Davis. She's a lonely, beaten, and bullied teenager… Much like Isaac."

Daniel looked down; how did he know that? No one knew she was beaten except her father and herself. How did this guy come across her, anyhow? What was he? Some kind of special agent for the FBI or something?

She absent-mindedly touched her abdomen where a large bruise was hidden under her clothes. It was only a day old and it still hurt.

Peter looked at her and motioned, "See? I bet if you loft her shirt a little you'll find a bruise."

Isaac looked down at her with an understanding look. How could he possibly understand her problem? Unless… She did recall Peter saying, "She's a lonely, beaten, and bullied teenager…Much like Isaac." Was it possible he was in the same situation?

"Is that true?" Derek asked.

She nodded and to prove it, lifted her hoodie and shirt up just enough to see the ugly mark. Isaac tensed behind her and she looked at him. He had an almost angry-pity look to his eyes.

"It doesn't matter…" She put her shirt down and continued quietly, "I'm used to it. It doesn't hurt anymore…"

Both Derek and Peter lifted their eyebrows, but didn't say anything. Isaac was the one who broke the silence.

"Bullshit." Was all he said.

"Wouldn't you love to have power, power enough to keep that from happening?"

"I want it to stop…I don't want any power…" She shook her head.

"What if I told you I could keep that from happening?" Peter asked with a smile.

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So what do you think? Do you think she'll accept his claim? Was it any good? Thanks! Review, maybe? (: