The Beast Howls
Chapter One: Beacon Hills
Warning: Violence, language, sexual content, gore, horror, all that jazz.
This is an Isaac/OC, 'kay? :D
Disclaimer: If I owned Teen Wolf, I wouldn't set Isaac up with Allison . HATE, HATE, HATEEE! That pairing. Loathe entirely. Jus' sayin'. I would keep Allison and Scott together, 'cause I love 'em. Anyways, I hold no claim over anything you recognize. OCs are mine, so chill it.
BTW: Those with a sensitive disposition, don't read. No need for you little shites to report me, I am forewarning you. Soo, ya don't like it? Don't READ IT!
Alroighty then?
This takes place a little before season two starts!
Enjoy! :D
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"Alright dear, anything else you need, just let me know."
"Thank you, I will."
The voice, soft and airy, responded cheerily. A pair of cool grey eyes, framed by long, thick eyelashes, peered up at the woman in the front office. A smile stretched the full, sensual pink lips, creating slight dimples in the pale cheeks. The elder woman tittered behind her hand at the charming smile the sixteen- year old girl sent her, patting a slender shoulder gently.
"Alrighty then, Miss Darling! I'll send in a student to show you the way-"
She began, but was cut off.
"Oh, no. There's no need. I can find my way around just fine, thank you Mrs. Daniels."
The girl replied, smiling once more as she stood. The woman at the front desk frowned in concern, stepping closer to the shorter female.
"Are you sure, dear? I can get Mister Stilinksi in here shortly, Lord knows that boy needs something productive to do."
She said, her voice getting a scolding tone to it, the girl resisted the urge to arch a thin eyebrow at her. Mrs. Daniels fluffed her permed, red curls in slight agitation, her brown eyes narrowed in thought. She put her hands on her doughy hips, pursing her lips as she thought of the assumed troublemaker.
"Really, it's fine. I have a photographic memory; I'll remember everything when I walk around the first time."
She answered, shifting the Alice in Wonderland slouch backpack on her shoulders. Before Mrs. Daniels could respond, the girl opened the door leading out to the school hallways, gliding out gracefully.
She let out a soft sigh, her ghostly grey irises shifting around as the bell above her began to ring. Her lips twisting slightly, she looked down at her schedule in her perfectly manicured, black polished hand. She scanned the area, looking at the numbers on the classroom doors, before setting off towards the right.
Beacon Hills, California. Such a small place, it seems.
She mused to herself, noticing the curious eyes upon her as she passed, most lingering far longer than normal. She ignored this, tucking a wavy strand of waist-length, caramel colored hair behind her multiple-pierced ear. Glancing at the clock on the wall, she figured it had to be around second or third period. She was looking for the Economics teacher, Coach Finstock's, room. As she walked, she didn't notice the three pairs of male eyes firmly fixed on her approaching form.
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"I can't believe they're letting Isaac come back to school today!"
"Well, he was found innocent, so it makes sense that they let him go free."
"Scott, really? If it wasn't for you, and me, of course; Isaac's little werewolf ass would still be stuck in that cell! Look at him, he looks so smug."
Two pairs of brown eyes, one darker than the other, turned to a tall, curly haired male sauntering down the hall. Next to him, was a stunning blonde, her curls bouncing as she sashayed her hips purposefully. The boy in question, Isaac, fixed his cerulean blue eyes upon the two, as if he heard them, and grinned widely. He straightened up, adjusting the leather jacket on his broad shoulders, glancing around lazily. One of the boys that were speaking about him, Scott McCall, rolled his eyes and turned to his best friend, Stiles Stilinksi.
"He's just showing off, Stiles. He feels super powerful now that he's had the bite. Let him, his dad just died, he can be smug if he wants."
His angular face twisted with amusement as he watched Stiles gape at him, mouth opening and closing soundlessly. He sputtered, but was silenced as Scott suddenly turned his head; eyes fixed on Isaac. He started making his way towards him, and after an annoyed huff, Stiles followed. Isaac had his eyes trained ahead, nostrils flaring slightly and lips tightened. Stiles looked at him in confusion, and he and Scott followed his gaze.
"Dude, what the eff are you staring-"
"Her, man. Look."
Isaac's quiet voice cut off Stiles' beginning rant, bright blue eyes never wavering. Stiles looked around at the students, seeing only familiar faces. The taller brunette ignored Stiles, taking one step forwards, then pausing once more. Stiles rolled his eyes, opening his mouth for a sarcastic retort, until the blonde beside Isaac, Erica; grabbed his face and directed it properly.
"That's who he's drooling over. Hot stuff, isn't she?"
The she-wolf purred, grinning widely. Her amber eyes practically glowed with mirth, eyes fixed on Isaac's infatuation. Stiles' mouth dropped open once more, as he and Scott finally saw who had caught Isaac's attention. A girl, who had to be their age; with long, wavy hair the color of rich caramel that reached her small waist. It was currently half pulled up in a clip, a few strands falling in her heart-shaped face. Her lips were a full, luscious pink, with almond shaped eyes. Since they were downcast, fixed on what had to be her schedule; it was hard to see what color they were. Maybe a pale blue? She had the perfect hour-glass figure all girls envied, with full, rounded breasts and rolling hips. She was clearly in great shape, Stiles noticed. She was of a shorter stature, probably an inch or two taller than Lydia Martin, if she wasn't wearing the light- brown heels. The laces started at the bottom near her toes, tying all the way up near her ankles. She had no problem walking in the four-inch heels, her movements graceful and elegant. She wore a pair of faded skinny jeans that hugged her form perfectly, fitting just below her belly button. A white, ticked in button-up settled on her slender shoulders, light grey diamond patterns covering the shirt. She had the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and the top two buttons were undone, giving a slight peek of what was hidden. Isaac could see a glint of silver around her neck; what looked like a type of Celtic knot attached to the chain.
"Whoa, man. Who's she?"
"She'd give Lydia a run for her money as hottest chick in school."
"Is she single?"
"Cute shoes!"
Isaac twitched at the sound of the voices that followed the beauty, his eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance. Running his fingers through his chestnut curls, he began to make his way over to her. She was closer to them now, her full lips pursed in thought as she stared at her schedule.
"Isaac!"
Scott hissed, eyes wide as he went to reach out to him. The taller brunette easily evaded him, cerulean irises fixed on the girl with the caramel colored hair. As if sensing his approach, her head raised, and Isaac was struck with awe as he stared at her uniquely grey irises; framed by long, thick black eyelashes. As he neared her, he could also see a beauty mark just below her right eye, enhancing her beauty even more. A thin eyebrow rose at him, her pink lips twitching upwards slightly. Isaac smiled charmingly, stopping two feet from her and stuffing his left hand in his pocket. Up close, she was even more beautiful, he thought, eyes trailing over her moonlight pale skin. She was almost ethereal in appearance.
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She stared up at him, her smile widening ever so slightly. He was very handsome, his well defined jaw and cerulean blue eyes. His cheekbones were to die for, and his chestnut colored curls made her want to run her fingers through them. He was tall, much taller than her, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. Must be in sports, she thought to herself, watching as he grinned a slightly crooked, and totally adorable grin down at her. He wore a leather jacket and jeans,
"Hey, need any help finding your class?"
He asked curiously, glancing at the necklace around her neck. The chain ended an inch past her collarbone, with a Celtic symbol about two inches in size. He heard her hum in response and turned his gaze back to her lovely face. She was smiling full-out now, a hint out perfect white teeth showing.
"It depends. Are you doing this out of the kindness of your heart, or do you just want to pretend to be nice, turn out to be a dick; which will force me to kick your ass in front of everyone? And you don't want that."
She replied, and Isaac sputtered briefly, cheeks tinting just a bit, before he forced the shyness he was so used to having, away. He was no longer that shy boy everyone knew. He was strong, he was confident, he was powerful.
"What makes you so sure you can?"
He inquired, and he saw her teeth flash as she laughed lightly. He already enjoyed hearing her talk. Her voice was soft and gentle, like a caress; with a slightly Irish accent.
"You're not the first six-foot-four guy I've put in their place. Now, what'll it be? I don't want to be disappointed; you are too cute for that."
She answered wryly, making Isaac chuckle in response.
"Just out of the goodness of my heart, I promise."
When both eyebrows rose in amusement, he added, "And the opportunity to get to know a gorgeous lady like yourself."
He placed his hand over his heart charmingly and fluttered his eyelashes, bringing another musical laugh from her lips.
"What a gentleman. I suppose you can help me, since you've made me laugh twice this morning so far."
She handed him her schedule, and Isaac was slightly disappointed to see that he didn't have the current class like she did; but grinned inwardly when he saw they still had five classes together. He handed the schedule back to her, extending his arm out in a princely fashion.
"My lady, it seems we have five classes together; unfortunately not this one, but I'll be happy to show you the way."
He said cordially, making her smirk in amusement. She slipped her arm through his, and her scent assaulted his nose; a wonderful combination of vanilla and cinnamon, sensual and inviting. He inhaled discretely, turning to make his way down the hall with her. Ignoring their audience that he had left behind, he tightened his grip slightly and peered down at her.
"So, do I have the good fortune of knowing My Lady's name?"
He questioned, and a soft chuckle reached her ears. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, and he noticed that she had her ear pierced three times; along with an industrial piercing on the cartilage. She had two hoops in the first two, and a turquoise stud in the third. She looked up at him to respond, and Isaac could see slight flecks of a strange purple color; almost amethyst, in the clear grey irises.
"You do, good sire. My name is Casey. Casey Darling."
She answered formally, making Isaac smile widely. He turned his gaze briefly to Stiles and Scott. Erica had already sauntered her way to her next class, but the other two remained. Stiles was scowling openly at him, while Scott was frowning slightly in worry. His eyebrows were drawn together, mouth pursed. Isaac chuckled, looking back to the lovely creature on his arm.
"Well, Casey Darling, welcome to Beacon Hills."
