A/N: Hello everyone! I won't usually be doing an author's note at the beginning of a chapter, but because this is the first one I will make an exception.
This is my first story on this site, a rewrite of the Teen Wolf series to include my OC, Lorraine. I won't be describing her looks in much detail in the story, but I picture her to look like Olivia Holt. It will also be a Stiles/OC story, though the slash part will only be mentioned.
The first few chapters will contain events that aren't in the right order compared to the series, but it'll add up in the end. :) There might be a few inconsistencies regarding details, this is because I rewrote this story many times so if there's anything wrong please tell me and I'll do my best to change it. :)
One last thing: I am not used to writing chapters for sites like these, but rather in the style you'd see in books. If you have any tips to adjust the style, please tell me ^-^
That said, on with the story!
Chapter one: Make a move, dad.
They were going on for at least a week now, the news reports. Ever since day one I had nagged dad. I didn't like the dull town we were living in at that moment, in fact, I hated it. I had no friends here and nothing ever happened. "That's only because we did our job right." dad had said over and over again. And I had given him the same reply over and over again. "They won't stop dad, they just move on." And then he'd reply with that he had to be sure that they were safe and yada yada yada. I sighed as I leaned back in the car chair, thinking back to the week that had passed.
"Local authorities have found half of a young woman's body in the woods near Beacon Hills. They are currently searching for the second half, and the woods are off-limits for the time being. The sheriff hasn-" I switched the radio off and gave my dad a look. He closed his eyes, sighed and put his mug down on the table we were sitting at. His eyes said it all: No Lora. Not yet. I rolled my eyes and took out my phone, checking my email. Even more reports about the found body. Or half of it. I took a deep breath.
"Jason sent me an-"
"No Lora!" dad snapped. I held my hands up in defence and he sighed, relaxing. "We talked about this." he said, much calmer now. I knew he was forcing himself to be."We are not going until we are sure." And with that our argument had ended. For the time being.
My attention was roughly taken from the memory when the car jerked to a halt. A sharp pain shot through my torso and the air was pushed out of my lungs as my seatbelt cut into it.
"What the hell dad!" I said, pushing myself back in my seat to loosen the belt, allowing me to breathe again. Dad didn't reply, he just slowly reached to the side of his chair. My heart froze for a second, because that's where he kept his gun, and if he was reaching for his gun... As casually as I could, I looked around to see where we were. As usual, dad didn't like using the practical routes. He preferred the 'scenic' ones. Meaning we spent most of the time riding through or next to a forest of some kind. Right now we were in the middle of a forest, riding over one of the main paths. Why dad had suddenly halted was because of what was happening to our left. There was another path, though a smaller one, leading to an open field. Something about the field seemed... off. Ever since I was a young girl dad had trained me to sense the supernatural when it was near, and I was almost sure that there was something going on in that field. Two young men were holding guns, aiming them at a lone tree standing in the field. Next to them was a third, holding a silver cage.
"Take your bow, approach one." dad said. I nodded, unfastened my seatbelt and got out of the car, while he did the same. Whilst I walked to the trunk to take my bow out, he walked towards the group near the tree. Now I should probably explain what approach one means: Approach tactic number one, meaning that he would approach the group directly and I would go around them in case he needed back up. Which I was doing right now. I had taken my bow and arrows from the trunk and was now walking through the woods as quietly as I could. Which meant going really, really slow. And still, after almost eight years of practising, making no noise in the woods was impossible. By the time I was on one third of my route, dad was already talking to the three men.
"Gentlemen, might I ask what is going on here?" he asked, giving them a warm smile. The one holding the silver cage put it down on the ground and walked towards him.
"Nothing at all sir, my buddy's bird escaped and were trying to get it, that's all." he said, giving him a fake smile in return. I froze as a twig snapped underneath my feet, praying they hadn't heard me. After a few seconds I looked, from the corner of my eye. They were still talking, so I continued walking. This time more careful where I put my feet.
"Ah, of course." dad said, looking over the man's shoulder, towards the other two. "With... guns. I see." The two men turned around, glaring at him. The third, which I now could classify as the leader, tilted his head at dad, his smile gone. I was increasing my pace now, they were focusing on dad anyway, so I was willing to take the risk.
"I'm sorry sir, but were going to ask you to leave." the leader said, raising one hand in the air. Before I knew it, the two men were aiming their guns at him. I almost let out a scoff. Amateurs. I only had about five metres left to go now. I slowed down, this part was crucial. The leader instructed one of the man to "Get back to the bird." A gunshot. My eyes went to my dad: still standing. Then the other guy must've shot, so... I looked at the tree. A large black bird fell out, probably a raven... or a crow. Okay. So maybe not supernatural. I might not be as good at sensing things as I let you believe. But shooting birds like that was still illegal, so we were still doing the right thing.
"That's enough." dad said. "I'll give you one last warning. Leave the Raven alone." The leader looked surprised for a second, then snickered. He picked up the cage and threw it behind him.
"Lock it up." he said. The guy who'd shot the bird followed his orders, picking up the bird's dead body and putting it in the cage. Dad sighed, looking down to his feet. I hid behind a large tree at the edge of the field. It wouldn't take long for the men to notice me now. Gunshots echoed through the field, but I had to wait. If I had learned anything from practice, it was to trust my father. So if he didn't give me the signal, then I wouldn't-
"Now!" dad shouted. I waited, just as planned. For the men to tense, relax, and then laugh at my dad. And when they were laughing, they wouldn't pay attention. When the laughter began, I took an arrow, placed it on my bow, jumped into the field and fired it. "Go" meant shoot to kill. "Now" meant shoot to maim or severely injure. There's also a "no", not to be confused with "now". Trust me, I'd know, I learned that one the hard way. Before the men had managed to recover form the surprise, I had fired two arrows: one in a leg of gunman number one, on in an arm of gunman number two. They both screamed and tried to grasp their injured limbs. The leader shouted at us in rage, grabbing for his own gun. Before he had the chance to take it out, dad had already taken his own gun and aimed it at the leader's forehead. We all stood still for a few seconds: Dad aiming at the leader, me aiming at gunman number one, gunman number one aiming at me, and gunman number two struggling to get the arrow out of his arm while crying out in pain.
"Order them to lower their guns." dad said in a low voice. When the leader didn't react he pressed the barrel of the gun more tightly to his head. "Now." he said. The leader grumbled something, before shouting:
"Guns down!" Hesitantly, the gunmen dropped their weapons to the ground. I walked towards them to pick them up, making sure to stay out of their range so they couldn't grab me. (Learned that one the hard way as well.) Dad waited for me to get back to his side before giving the next order.
"Go to the tree." he said, stepping back from the leader and allowing him to stand up. Still aiming his gun at them, he glanced at the cage and then looked at me. "Go get the kit." he said. I groaned, but did as he asked. Apparently he didn't believe that that bird was dead, and in that case it needed medical treatment. I don't believe that a bird can survive a shot like that, but I ran back to the car anyway. There, I opened up the trunk and pulled out the medical kit, leaving my bow in it's place. Running back to the field, I saw that dad was already busy with tying the men to a tree.
"Have you searched for knives?" I yelled, setting down the kit next to the cage. I didn't need to see him to know that he rolled his eyes.
"Yes Lora, I have in fact searched for knives." he said. "Just get busy with the Raven." I opened up the medical kit and looked at the lifeless body of the bird in the cage. I wasn't exactly a vet, I tended to specialise more in humans than animals, but that thing was as sure as dead. The second after that thought ran through my mind, the bird started twitching. I took a sedative syringe from the kit, holding it in one hand while opening the cage with the other. The bird made spastic movements in attempt to get out, not allowing me to inject the sedative.
"Dad?" I called out, looking back to see him tie the final knots. He looked at me, nodded, and tightened the rope once more before running towards me. "Could you hold him still?" I asked whilst he crouched down next to me. He scooped up the bird out of the cage and held it still so I could inject the sedative. Which wasn't easy, considering the three men were still yelling about how "we couldn't just leave them there" and "what if an animal comes and kills them". It was both distracting and typical. Once the bird stopped his spastic movements I started examining it. As I said, I wasn't a vet. But through the... adventures me and my dad had had, I picked up a few things. For instance, how to see if a bird had broken it's wing.
"Its wing is broken." I mumbled, reaching for the splinting equipment, but my dad shook his head. I looked at him with a frown.
"Just place it in the right angle, it'll be fine." he said. I wasn't sure how that would make it all better, but if there was one person I listened to, it would be my dad. So I carefully took the wing and placed it so that the bones were all lined up again.
"So now what?" I asked, looking at dad, who just nodded back to the bird in his hands. When I looked at it, it was right as rain again, looking back at me with intelligence in it's black eyes. In all things I'd seen, and that is a lot, I had never seen an ordinary bird heal that fast. Unless... there was one type of bird who could manage that. "Is it a Raven, as in one of the Ravens?" I asked, looking at dad, who nodded. Ravens were the birds of death and prophecy, some said that they worked at the Devil's command, or God's. I wasn't sure about that, but I did know that Ravens were incredibly powerful.
"I think it's still a young one." my father said, tilting his head. "See? The wingspan will be much bigger when it grows up." he said, tapping on one of its wings. That woke it up, the sedative's effect wearing off within seconds. It clapped its wings with abnormal strength, forcing dad let it go. As soon as it got loose it flew up in the air and dove down to the tree. It was so fast, by the time I had turned around, the two of the three men were dead, the third one soon following as the Raven put its claws in his neck, after which it flew up again. There was no blood or anything on the bodies, not even a wound. They were just... dead. "I think it's angry. Lora, get back to the car." dad said, pushing me back.
"Is it angry? I hadn't noticed!" I yelled, closing the medical kit as fast as I could. Judging his speed, the Raven could be anywhere by now.
"Lora!" dad yelled, ushering me to hurry up. He really didn't need to do that, because I had a perfect view of our situation here. Yes, helping a bird of death heal, great idea, ten out of ten would recommend. Medical kit in one hand, I started running towards the car. Looking back at it, it was pointless. If the Raven wanted to kill me, it wouldn't matter how hard I ran. Once the Raven sets its eye on you, you're dead. Seeing the car come closer and closer, hope started to form in my mind. I might make it. Maybe dad could hold it off long enough to get away. Yes, we could make it. We always did. We had to. There was a loud scream. The sharp pain of claws between my shoulder blades made me realise it was my scream.
Blackness.
I walked after my dad through the supermarket. There wasn't even anyone there except us, that's how dull this town was.
"Three animal sightings in Beacon Hills." I said, showing him my phone screen, which he pushed away. "This isn't a coincidence. For all we know, two werewolves survived that fire. There must be a third one involved, maybe it just got bitten, maybe someone else survived, we don't know, but there must be a reason they're being this reckless." I said, trying to persuade him to move once again. It had been two days since the half of a woman's body was found. I just couldn't stand the fact that there were people... well, I say people, living things out there that needed our help and we were sitting here doing nothing.
"I want to wait a little longer, tie up loose ends." dad said, making my eyes widen. He'd always said no up till now. So something must've changed, but I didn't care, all I cared about right now was getting out of this town.
"So that's a yes?" I asked, not able to hide my smirk. Dad grumbled something, pushing our cart further into the bread aisle. "I'll go look for houses then." I said, opening internet on my phone.
"No Lora." dad said, taking my phone from me. I scoffed.
"Oh, do you want to live in a caravan then?" I asked, taking my phone back. "I don't see the problem. They need us, we go there, we help them. That's our thing." Dad stopped and turned around, his expression dark.
"It's not that simple. There are others, they don't agree with our... beliefs. They're dangerous Lora, and I'm not taking any risks." Just as quick as he had turned to face me, he had turned away. I could feel the tension, and I knew that I really shouldn't ask but...
"Is this about mum?" I asked, hearing him sigh but continuing anyway. "Are you ever going to tell me what happened to her? It's been six years dad. Six. Years. She woul-" Dad slammed down his fist on the cart, making it shake and rattle.
"Enough." he said, giving me the car keys. I opened my mouth to protest. "Sit and wait in the car? Even grocery shopping was better than that. "Get in the car Lorraine." dad said, taking my wrist and pushing the keys in my hand. I closed my mouth. It might seem as a cliché, but it was not good when he used my full name. With the keys in my hand I walked back to the car, waiting for dad to come back.
I was lying on my back when I woke up, not sure where. Whatever I was lying on, it was soft, it felt like leather, and it was moving. When I tried to get up a sharp pain shot through my back, exactly where the Raven had placed its claws. Dad's head snapped towards me as I let out a groan of pain.
"Keep down." dad said, trying to make it sound like an order but it came out more like a plead. Which must mean that he was worried, very worried. Not wanting to make him any more worried, I did as he asked and laid down on the back seat of the car.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice hoarse. Dad shook his head, hands on the wheel.
"I don't know." he said.
"Where are we going?"
"To a friend, you've met him before. Doctor Deaton?" he asked, trying to distract me. Not that I minded though, at that point distraction was very nice. And I believed that somewhere I did memorise doctor Deaton. He was kind, wise, and helped mom and dad out a lot... I think.
"Was he the black one?" I asked, pretending not to see dad roll his eyes. I didn't really care, so what if he's black, why would that be an insult? I'm white, he's black, no need to wind yourself around it.
"Yes, he's the afro American one." dad said, empathising the words afro American. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. As I said: I didn't feel the need to wind around things that could be simple. The fact that I was going to see Deaton again made me happy though, he always let me help take care of the animals. However that happiness didn't last for long, as the realisation that there was a good chance that I wouldn't even make it to Deaton. Or if he even could help. The Raven always gets you.
"Will he be able to he-" I groaned as we hit a bump in the road, causing pain to shoot into my back again. Black spots started forming and growing, slowly taking away my sight.
"How about this?" dad said, handing me his phone as I sat down on our couch with a cup of coffee in my hand. On the phone screen was a picture of a house, and something in my memory was telling me that I'd been there before.
"Hold on..." I said, scrolling through the pictures of the house. "We've already lived in this house once." It would've been a long time ago, but I was sure that we'd lived there. Was it... five years ago? At least four... or maybe-
"Six." dad said, as if reading my thoughts. "Beacon Hills was the place where your mother died." It was after he'd spoken those words when I understood why he was reluctant to go there. I was only ten years old when mom had died, I didn't remember much of it. But dad... he must've remembered it like it was yesterday. I sighed, giving the phone back to him. It didn't matter if mom had died there, we still had to go, it was our duty. To protect, human and supernatural alike. Dad knew that.
"We don't have to live in that house." I said. "We could go seek out a different one, maybe then it wouldn't be as..." I was about to say painful, but dad was shaking his head.
"It's the best house for us in the city, believe me I checked. I'll be fine Lora, really." he said, taking my coffee away from me. I let out a cry of protest when he drank a big gulp of it, but he ignored it, nodding his head towards the door. "Go upstairs, were leaving tomorrow." I was surprised and relieved: that was quick. I stood up from my seat and ran upstairs. After all these years of moving I'd learned how to pack quickly and efficiently. This time I couldn't stay focused though, it was something about Beacon Hills, something special. But I couldn't recall what. What I could recall was that we had lived there for a pretty long time, one, maybe two years max. (We often stayed in one town for only a few months.) It was also the place where mom had died in an accident. It might've been one of the few places where I had friends. Doing what me and dad did wasn't really suitable for long-term relationships, even if they were just friends. I had taken out all my suitcases when I opened up my closet, a strange white light coming from it. I tried to scream, but not a sound came out. Soon the white light had consumed everything around me.
It took a while to adjust to the light in the room. Everything was white. I thought that I was in heaven for a while. Until I realised that I don't believe in a heaven so that didn't last long. Also, the slowly appearing grey ceiling sort of gave it away. I shivered as my body realised how cold the metal thing I was lying on was.
"She's waking up." a familiar male voice said. It came from my left, where a black man in a doctor's uniform stood. Wait, not a doctor... a vet. Well, that explained the metal work bench. I heard footsteps approaching, followed by dad's face hanging over me. He looked at me in worry.
"Does that mean that she'll be okay?" he asked, looking at the vet, who sighed. Seeing him again made me remember; this was doctor Deaton. Or veterinarian Deaton, if you want to get technical.
"It means that she'll live, for now." Deaton said, walking towards me as well now. "Let's get you up." he said, putting a hand on my lower back to support me as he pulled me up. The room was definitely a vet's room: brick walls, lots of metal equipment, metal workbench not suited for humans (my back was complaining, okay?).
"What happened? Didn't death bird thing get me?" I asked, looking at them, waiting for an answer. They glanced at each other, as if having a silent conversation on what to say, or who was going to say it.
"You should tell her." the vet said, taking out his phone. "I'm sorry, I forgot to call Scott, he works here. Should've arrived two minutes ag-" the door swung open and a teenage boy, around my age, stepped in. He was average height, had short wavy brown hair and brown eyes. He was panting and there were pearls of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Sorry I'm-" he said, stopping when he noticed us. "...late." he finished, looking at us in hesitation. "I'm sorry, should I...?" he left the question hanging in the air.
"Scott, if you could leave us for a minute?" Deaton said, nodding before gesturing at the door. The boy, Scott, nodded and walked out of the room again. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something was... off about him. I hadn't forgotten the 'you tell her' part of our previous conversation, and was now looking at dad in wait of the thing he was supposed to tell me. He noticed, and looked at Deaton, who sighed and turned to me.
"Lora, what that Raven did to you... it almost never happens. Once every few decades. You survived the Raven's claw." he explained, his voice was calm and a bit soothing, but it only confused me more.
"So what happened to the others? You said that it has happened before." I said, just a spark of hope lighting up inside of me. I had always been taught that the Raven always gets you. Maybe I could be an exception.
"Some lived on for a few years, but most..." Deaton shook his head, a sorrowful look on his face. With that line, the spark of hope died inside of me, along with my future. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream... but I didn't. I was so calm inside, almost empty. Dad had tears in his eyes. Last time I'd seen him cry was when mom died. He turned towards Deaton.
"Is there nothing you can do?" he asked, when the door opened once again. A sheriff in uniform, along with his German shepherd stepped through it. He looked almost as confused as Scott had when he saw us.
"I'm sorry... am I interrupting?" he asked, looking at us with a small frown on his face. He pointed at dad. "Pete?" he asked, tilting his head. "Is that you?" I looked at dad, who had no trace of tears left on his face any more. Instead, he smiled. Anyone who didn't know him as well as I did would've thought it was a real one.
"Stillinski you old bastard." he said, walking towards the sheriff to shake his hand. "Last time I saw you you were a mere deputy." The sheriff laughed heartily, waving it off with his hand. He then looked at me, and his grin widened.
"Lorraine!" he said, walking up to me to shake my hand. "It's been too long. Still recognise me?" he asked, smiling. I shook my head, a small smile on my face.
"Sorry sheriff. But it's nice to meet you again." I said, seeing his smile falter for a second. He let go of my hand and took a step back, so the four of us were standing in a circle now. Well, I was still sitting on the workbench, but same thing. There was a silence for a good twenty seconds, with the four of us looking at each other. I wanted to know more about what was going to happen to me, dad wanted to get out of there but not be rude, and I had no clue what the sheriff and Deaton wanted at that moment, but it sure as hell wasn't working out right now. After about thirty more seconds dad cleared his throat and spoke up.
"Well, Lora and I should be off. We still have to unpack." he said, walking towards me to help me get off the workbench. A plus side to our family being protectors was that we had a huge network, that network could find a trustworthy moving company in no time, so we only had to unpack our clothes and some other personal belongings, the interior of the house was already finished. We walked out of the room and into the waiting room, where we said a quick goodbye to Scott before leaving and going home, where we would unpack our last things and the move would be over. Now there was one more thing coming... of course except trouble with supernatural creatures and my now even more inevitable death. No, the true horror of them all: my first day at a new school.
A/N: Hello again! The fact that you're reading this tells me that you've made it through the chapter! (Or just scrolled down) I hope you enjoyed reading it (or scrolling through it, I guess) and perhaps even leave a review?
Thank you for reading, and I'll see you all after the next chapter!
~Lilly
