She knocked on the door, slightly nervous. A woman opened the door, graciously.
"You must be Rosalind!" the woman exclaimed.
"Hi, nice to meet you." She said, shaking the woman's hand.
"I'm Pamela. Do you need help bringing in your bags?" She asked.
"No, I don't have much. Just this," She replied, raising her duffle bag.
"Allow me to show you where you'll be staying."
They walked through the large home. Pamela led Rosalind through the large mansion to her room.
"I'll let you settle in," Pamela said, leaving Rosalind by herself. She plopped down on the bed, looking around. Her room was already painted and furnished, and she liked it. She had three weeks until school started. She started unpacking the few clothes she had. She opened up her computer, and decided to send an email to her mentor of sorts, Kate. Rosalind knew about the supernatural world, and wanted to learn how to protect herself. She sought Kate out, and learned how to fight several years ago. Pamela walked in, with the phone in her hand.
"Rosalind, dear, a close friend of mine has a daughter your age, if you would like to meet her. She's an amazing student, and it would help you get assimilated to your new school."
"Of course! That would be great!"
"Good, because Lydia is actually on her way right now."
Rosalind was irritated by the fact she didn't wait for her approval, but she wouldn't show it. Pamela was amazing compared to all the other foster parents she had, and she was thankful for something more permanent. Pamela left the room, smiling. Lydia arrived, barging into her room.
"Well, get up!"
"What?" Rosalind asked, startled.
"We're going shopping!"
She returned later that night, with an entire new wardrobe.
"Day one: complete…" she sighed.
Derek was running through the woods, following his sister's scent. She was dead, and he needed to find her. He stopped in his tracks as he detected a new scent. It was fresh, and it was a werewolf. He started running, following. He slowed as he saw several cops. And two high school boys.
"Hold on, hold on. This little delinquent belongs to me." One of the cops said.
"Dad? How are you doing?" one of the teens replied.
"So, uh, do you listen in on all my phone calls?"
"No, not the boring ones!"
"Where's your usual partner in crime?"
"Who? Scott? Scott's at home. He wanted to get a good night's sleep for lacrosse practice at school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone."
"Scott, you out there? Scott?" the cop shouted, looking around. "I am going to walk you back to your car, and we are going to have a conversation about invasion of privacy." Scott began to walk around. Derek sensed the alpha, nearby. Scott started running, and the alpha started chasing. Derek ran away, not wanting to be the next victim. He had found one half of Laura's body, covered in bite marks. From a werewolf. He found himself back at his old home. He slumped down against a wall that was barely there.
The next few weeks flew by, and school had finally started. She was excited for a clean slate. She got ready, and drove—yes, drove, she finally had her own car—to school. She arrived to all the students ignoring her. She was relieved; she hated being that girl, whose entire family was murdered. The freak. She never knew how they found out, but they did. She got to class, sitting near two boys who kept whispering about a body. Laura Hale. Kate had told her about it. She was disgusted. She may have learned how to fight from Kate, but she resented the hatred she held towards werewolves. If Kate knew her family had been werewolves, and that she had the blood in her, she would easily kill her without hesitation. But she had to keep her motives secret to avoid death. One of the boys with short hair turned to her.
"Hi! I'm Stiles. You must be the new girl!" he said.
"Hi," she said laughing at the boy's enthusiasm, "I'm Rosalind."
"Stiles," he replied, "and this is my friend Scott."
Scott turned to her, shaking her hand. The bell rang, signaling the start of class. The door opened, to a tall brunette girl.
"Hi, you must be Rosalind Evans, welcome to our class." The teacher said.
"Uh, no, I'm actually Rosalind." She said, timidly raising her hand.
"I'm Allison Argent." The other new girl replied.
"Argent. A hunter." She thought.
"Well girls, welcome to our class." The teacher said, confused.
Allison sat down next to Rosalind. They both talked about human things. Rosalind didn't want to start asking about werewolves in front of unaware humans. Her classes went by quickly, and she was walking with Allison, Scott and Stiles to the cafeteria for their off period. She saw Lydia, who yanked Rosalind and Allison from the two boys.
"Rosalind, what are you doing?" She asked.
"Uhm, I was going to get lunch?" She replied as a question.
"Not with those two!" Lydia hissed.
A tall boy approached Lydia, wrapping his arms around her.
"This is Jackson, my boyfriend."
"Hi Jackson. Oh Lydia, this is Allison, she's also new." Rosalind said, gesturing to Allison.
"So I'm having a party tomorrow. You two are going." Lydia ordered.
"Friday is actually family night, I can't go…" Allison answered.
Lydia wasn't pleased.
"Fine." She said, strutting away.
"I guess this means we can eat with Scott and Stiles!" Rosalind answered, relieved Lydia left. The two girls walked back to Stiles and Scott. Allison went to the bathroom, so Rosalind sat with the two boys.
"I swear, it was a wolf that bit me!" Scott whispered loudly.
"Wolves haven't been in California for like, sixty years."
"Oh, crap." She thought. Werewolves.
"You'd be surprised, Stiles." Rosalind said.
Allison came back, and they dropped the subject. Rosalind wondered if Allison knew about her family. Most likely, based on how vigorously Kate was trained her age.
"Hey, you two should come to lacrosse practice!" Stiles said.
They went back to class. Rosalind bumped into Jackson.
"Hey!" Jackson said.
"Hi" She replied.
"Do you have English now too?" He asked.
"Yup!"
"Here, I'll walk with you. I heard you were just adopted. It must be rough this late in your life. I was adopted too." He said, sympathizing with the girl.
"Yeah. But it's a lot better now than it was before. I've been through like, four foster parents." She said glumly. They got to class. She went through the rest of her classes, making new friends. School finally ended, and she decided to go watch the lacrosse team practice afterschool with Lydia and Allison. Allison was asking about Scott. The whistle blew, and she saw Scott freaking out. He was definitely a newly bitten werewolf. He then began catching all of the boys' shots. It was certain. Practice ended, and she met up with Stiles and Scott. She wanted to keep an eye on him, especially with the Argents in town.
"Where are you two going?" She asked, feigning interest.
"To the woods. I lost my inhaler." He explained.
"Can I come?" She asked, batting her eyelashes.
The two boys looked at each other, before answering, "Sure!"
She followed them in her car. She got out, hopping on various rocks on the forest floor. She ignored the two talk about Scott's amazing performance today, until the two started discussing Scott's new abilities.
"I can hear things I shouldn't be able to hear, I can smell things-" Scott said.
"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles replied.
"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."
"I don't even have mint mojito-" He said, before reaching in his pocket and pulling a piece out.
Rosalind grabbed it from her hand, quickly placing it in her mouth before smiling innocently.
"You owe me gum." Stiles said, pretending to be mad.
"Nuh uh!" She replied playfully.
"You guys! I have a crazy ass bite and you guys are arguing about gum?! What if it's some kind of infection? Like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something." Scott said, anxious.
"Okay, chill. You know what? I think I've actually heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."
"Are you serious?" He said, freaking out.
"Stiles knows about werewolves?" She thought.
"I think it's called lycanthropy." Stiles said.
"What's that? Is it bad?" Scott said.
"It's the worst. And it only happens once a month. During the night of the full moon." Stiles said, seriously.
"Scott, it's ok. We'll figure this out. You can learn to control it and stuff." Rosalind jumped in.
"Wait, what?" Stiles said. "You're joking, right?"
"Shit." She muttered.
"Holy crap. You're serious." He said, eyes widening.
Derek stood close by, listening to the three teenagers. He recognized the two boys from the woods last night, but he hadn't seen the girl. Who knew about werewolves. He started walking closer, hoping to disturb them so the truth wouldn't come out.
"Dude." Scott said, his head moving towards a man now standing in the woods.
"What are you doing here? This is private property." The man said.
Rosalind looked at him. He was tall, and pretty damn good-looking.
"Sorry man, we didn't know. We were just looking for something, but forget it." Scott said. The man threw something at Scott. His inhaler. He glanced at Rosalind once more before walking away.
"Dude, that was Derek Hale!" Stiles exclaimed.
"I just mentioned werewolves, and they're talking about a guy?" She thought, shaking her head. "Do you have ADD?" She asked, jokingly.
"Yes." Stiles said. She nodded, and then took the opportunity to get away. She drove home, and started her homework. Scott went to work, and Stiles got on his computer. He started looking up werewolves, and he knew it. Scott was a werewolf. He called him on his cell.
"Scott. Come here right now." Stiles said on his voicemail.
Scott finally arrived at Stiles' house.
"We need to talk." Stiles said, urgently.
"I know. I'm going on a date with Allison!" Scott exclaimed.
"What?" Scott then explained what happened while he was at the Vet's.
"You can't!" was the first thing to come out of Stiles' mouth.
"Why not?" Scott said.
"Tomorrow's the full moon! It's obvious! You're a werewolf!"
"My life is finally going the way I want it to! Why are you trying to ruin it?" Scott said, slamming Stiles into the wall. He then ran off.
"Scott and Stiles and Allison are all going to be there Rosalind."
"I can keep an eye on Scott…" She thought. "All right, I'll be there."
The next day at school, Scott avoided Stiles. The day went quickly. Rosalind, again, went to watch lacrosse practice with Allison and Lydia. Stiles saw her, and ran towards her.
"Lydia, get rid of him." Rosalind whispered, to avoid Stiles' questioning.
Lydia walked towards him and said something. Rosalind didn't know what, but it worked because Stiles walked back to where he was. They watched Scott make first line, after his amazing shot.
"Remember, tonight's the party!" Lydia said.
"Uhm, I'm not sure I can go-" Rosalind started to say.
She went home, excited. She loved parties. And she was actually popular here, in Beacon Hills. She picked out a dress, and heels and got ready. She started to leave, before remembering to bring a small dagger. She texted Stiles asking for a ride, so they could go over the situation with Scott.
"Werewolves." She groaned, internally.
Pamela asked where she was going.
"There's a party." She said, adding, "At Lydia's home."
"All right, have fun!" Pamela replied, pleased with the crowd she was in.
Stiles agreed to pick her up.
"Dude, what the hell is going on? I know Scott's a werewolf."
"I know, I can explain, but we need to get him out of here." She replied, frantically.
"There's no chance of that." Stiles said.
"Then we keep an eye on him." She replied, determined.
She decided she might as well enjoy a little, dancing with a few guys. She kept an eye on Scott. Suddenly, in the middle of dancing with Allison, he ran off. She glanced around, and saw Stiles take off in his car.
"So much for the plan…" She muttered. She scanned the party, and her eyes fell on Derek, the guy from the woods. She deduced that he too was a werewolf.
"Has anyone seen Rosalind Evans?" Allison said, asking around.
Derek heard.
"Evans?" He thought. He had heard the surname before. He mulled it over, before suddenly realizing. Evans. They were one of the largest packs in North America. He knew he had to talk to her. She was probably the alpha. And he would kill her for what she did to Laura. He saw the bite marks on her body. He walked over to Allison, realizing she needed a ride. Scott, as a newly turned werewolf, would probably go after her.
"Hi, I'm Derek, a friend of Scott's, I can drop you off." he said.
"Wait, I'm looking for a friend of mine. Would you mind giving her a ride too?" She asked. This was the perfect opportunity for him.
"Of course."
Allison started looking around. She finally found Rosalind by the edge of the woods, looking around.
"Is something wrong?" Allison asked.
"Oh, I dropped an earring. I'm looking for it." Rosalind quickly lied.
"You have both on, though." Allison said.
"Hahahaha, woops!"
"Scott and Stiles left, so Scott's friend is going to take us home." Allison explained, looking at Rosalind weirdly. Something seemed off about the whole situation.
"Okay, let's go."
They both approached Derek. Rosalind was hesitant, and Derek noticed. It only made his suspicions more clear. They both got in the car. Allison, being the coward she was, shoved Rosalind towards the front seat so she wouldn't have to sit with Derek. Rosalind shot her a glare. Allison was the first to be dropped off. Rosalind was puzzled, since her home came before Allison's. Derek's kind demeanor suddenly changed. He grabbed her by the throat, and shoved her against the window of his car.
"Why did you kill Laura?" He demanded.
"What?" She choked.
"You're the alpha. You're an Evans. Don't fucking lie."
"I'm not. I'm human. I'm not lying, and you know that."
He released her.
"How do you know about werewolves?" He asked.
"Oh, it's okay for choking me. Thanks for apologizing!" She said, sarcastically.
He glared, waiting for an answer.
"It's a really long story." She muttered.
"I have time." He answered.
"Do you?" She retorted. "Scott's out there running around while there are hunters in town. You're gonna let him die?"
"You owe me an explanation soon." He said.
"I don't owe you anything." She said, seething. She had quite a temper. She got out of the car.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.
"I'm going home."
"In your shoes?" He asked.
She didn't reply and started walking.
"Take care of Scott." She said at normal volume. He drove off.
Derek left his car on the side of the road, and ran on foot, following Scott's scent. He found Scott, and tackled him, before realizing the hunters were here.
"Run."
He took off, but Scott was slow, and had managed to get shot in the arm. Derek had to protect him. He threw the two hunters to the side, and while the lead hunter was distracted, he freed Scott and ran.
"Who were they?" Scott asked.
"Hunters. They've been hunting us for centuries."
"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!"
"Is it really so bad Scott? That you can see more clear, hear better and move faster than any human could hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."
"I don't want it."
"You will. And you're going to need me if you're going to want to control it. So you and me, Scott? We're brothers now." He said, walking away.
The next Monday, Rosalind rushed to Scott once he got to school.
"Are you all right? What happened?" she asked, genuinely concerned.
"There were hunters. They shot me." he replied, still shaken.
"Don't worry. They have a code. They can't kill you, they're innocent," she said, trying to soothe him.
"But do they follow it?" he asked.
She sighed. "Not all of them." she said, thinking of Kate. She then saw Allison exit the school, making her way to her father's car.
"By the way, I covered for you with Allison. I told her you had an asthma attack."
"Thanks Rosalind." He made his way to Allison.
"Allison, I'm so sorry."
"It's fine, I just hope you're feeling better!"
"Yeah, I am."
"Well, my dad's here, so I'm gonna go." Her father stepped out of the car, and Scott's face went pale. It was the hunter from the woods last Friday. He smiled at Scott, clearly not recognizing him. Scott waved back. His life was over.