author ;; silverslivers
summary ;; In years to come, people will tell the story of little Annabeth with her biting words and sharp eyes and how she managed to make wild the innocent monsters beneath her bed. au, eventual isaac/oc
disclaimer ;; i really, definitely don't own teen wolf. unfortunately. and i won't be doing this in any later chapters, so this stands for them too.


I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

Radioactive- Imagine Dragons


Preface.

Annie's eyes are dark as they study the creature in front of her, and her head tilts almost childishly, as though it will make it less scary if she changes the angle and squints real hard. She can feel something stirring inside her, a fight, something wild and feral like a caged animal, desperately gnawing on the bars in a last ditch effort to get free. She swallows roughly, because this is it, isn't it? She can feel it in her bones, deeper down than the fire that begs her to fight, deeper even than the fear. This is her end. A valiant end, some would say; to die in the place of a loved one. Not her. Never her. Annie's too young for this bullshit, and she can feel tears threatening in her eyes because really she's seen nothing of the world and now she never will. She wants to beg, to plead for her life and ask them to spare her, but she won't. They wouldn't.

Besides, Annie's a proud little bitch so she's not about to sink down to her knees so easily. Plus, y'know, she'll dirty her jeans and they were expensive (nevermind that she's going to get ripped apart and they'll get dirty anyway). She can feel her fingers shaking still, and she clenches her fists to try and hide them because she's not going down like this, no way, not with shaking limbs and ragged breaths and a fast heart that still most definitely belongs to him. She'll go down proud and tall in his name, because that's who she is; she's a proud tall woman and she would have had a proud tall future were it not for this.

She swallows roughly, opens her eyes, can feel them glowing in that weird kind of way they tend to do and offers her killers a quirk of her lips, a Mona Lisa smile if there ever was one. Her heart pounds and from here she can hear theirs too, but theirs are steady because after all, they're the ones delivering the killing blow. Red eyes glow, a howl pierces the night, pain jolts and then darkness.

Annie's too young for this bullshit.


{what do you guys think, aha? in case you couldn't tell through my awful storytelling abilities, our little preface is set not long after the alpha pack's arrival. which i guess was kinda a dumb place to set it, since we won't be seeing them for a while, but i want to make this last, so eh. anyway, after my awful rant, anyone up for reviewing? pretty please?}