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I don't own Teen Wolf or any of the characters that are recognized. I am merely using them for creative expression. I only claim to own my OCs and part of the plot.

A Girl Named Nogitsune

Chapter One~ Whiskey-Eyed Angel

"Regular Speech"

'Thoughts'

Dreams and Flashbacks

'SOUND EFFECTS'

Scene Change

I remember the first time I saw a ghost and it was something I could never forget, it was the moment that defined me as something out of the ordinary and opened the door to my abilities.

It all started when I turned 12 and my parents had just passed on after being murdered in a gruesome way that no child should ever see. I was waiting for the ambulance and the police to come and take the bodies away. I remember the blood, the screams and the tears; most of all I remembered her arms.

I remember sitting in the dark and listening to the approaching sirens in the distance. I was looking anywhere except at the two dead bodies next to me when everything turned cold and she appeared before me.

I wasn't frightened when she came to me on the contrary, I was strangely calm and collected. It was as if her mere spectral appearance turned my loud sobs to quiet whimpers.

I remember feelings of awe as she glided to me and knelt down.

"No more tears, hush sweetheart hush."

Her voice was soft and filled with love yet at the same time, stern.

She was beautiful draped in her white floral dress. She looked like a mother from a story book with her soft frame and nimble hands. Her hair was a deep brown with strands of honey set around a round face and moles scattered around her cheeks and her eyes...I would never forget them for as long as I breathed air into my lungs.

They looked as if they were liquid whiskey, a brilliant amber with hints of brown and sparkled like someone took sunshine from the sky.

Her eyes were one of a kind and she was dubbed my 'Whiskey-Eyed Angel.'

After she vanished saying she would see me again that was the last time I saw her until many years later. All that I had of her was a sketch that I drew in the Sheriff's Station but that was a child's sketch and bracelet and a name 'Beacon Hills'.

I knew I had to find her again and I felt that Beacon Hills was a good place to search as I exhausted every other option. At the time I didn't know she was a ghost, she never told me her name, just that she heard me crying and being a mother meat she could never ignore a child in pain.

She was my angel and she talked to me, keeping my child-like mind from my parent's bodies.

"You remind me of my son."

"Really, what's his name?"

Just as my 'Whiskey-Eyed Angel' opened her mouth the answer the sirens reached us and police scattered the house.

I whimpered as the door smashed open and the ghostly woman grabbed me gently kissing my forehead then clasping a beautiful diamond bracelet to my wrist.

"Beacon Hills."

She vanished.

As I was taken to the police station I babbled to the police about the woman in my house but they just wrote it off as post-traumatic stress.

I knew she was real, I saw her, felt her fingers in my hair and the kisses she placed on my forehead.

Back then if I had realized she was a ghost I would have stopped my search. I wasn't looking outside of the country and that was my problem. I scourged Germany for any clues that could lead me to the woman I thought had just found her way into my house. I needed to find her.

I knew I would little did I know that I just wasn't searching the right places and as I talked about the mysterious woman who no one said was real, thousands of miles away a father and son had just lost someone important to them. The love of their lives and the sunshine in their skies.

Beacon Hills, California

"Stiles!"

Shouted John Stilinski as he reached for his son who was running through the hospital toward his mother's room.

He pushed through the doctors and nurses to his mother's bedside.

She was still and silent...he didn't understand, Mom's never die, they were invincible.

"Mom...Mom...MOM"

The Whiskey eyed boy screamed, shaking his mother.

"Get him out of here!" Shouted the head doctor.

Abruptly Stiles was pushed to his teary eyed father and they fell to their knees holding each other and crying.

Their world had stopped and the flat lining beeps were deafening.

"Call it." Said the doctor.

"Claudia Stilinski, Age 37, time of death approximately 10:18 p.m.

With that there was the last heart beat and breath of the 'Whiskey-Eyed Angel' as her eyes stayed forever closed and sheets of white pulled over her.

It wasn't the end it was the beginning.

It set in motion the meeting of two hearts: Another 'Whiskey-Eyed Angel and a Girl with a secret.

AN: Here's chapter one everyone. I hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to comment and vote, tell me what you think! I tried to keep the story line as original as possible and seeing as I couldn't find a plot like this one I just rolled with it :)