A/N~ Oh no! What have I done…Well. I rewrote this. Again. I wasn't satisfied with my SECOND attempt…then I went through where I wanted to go with the story and…this happened. So please (really I'm begging you) read on? I really think (well…hope) it's better this way. And this way I can work more with Kya's character…
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Kya, Grace, and any other OC's that may make an appearance. Everything else belongs to the wonderful and amazing Jeff Davis. Thank you for creating the brilliance that is Teen Wolf. ;D
Two particularly heavy boxes landed on the wooden floor of Kya Reach's new home. It was a nice house, certainly not over the top, but just perfect for her new life in Beacon Hills. The girl nudged the two boxes a little to the right with the tip of her boot so they wouldn't be right in the doorway of her bedroom.
A sigh flew by her lips, not one of exhaustion, more of a sigh of relief. She walked back downstairs, wandering through the house. There seemed to be an endless amount of windows which allowed natural light to pour into the rooms. There were hardwood floors, walls that would need to be repainted (as her aunt wasn't a fan of yellow); otherwise it was a perfect home for the two of them.
"You'll like it here Kya."
Kya glanced over her shoulder only to see her aunt standing in the doorway of the living room. A brief smile flashed across her face as she said, "I know Aunt Grace."
Grace Chasseur's face lit up with a brilliant smile at her niece's positive reaction. "Why don't you start unpacking things in the kitchen?"
Kya nodded before turning to head into the kitchen, which was connected to the living room. The kitchen was…quaint. The walls were painted a powder blue, the floor covered in white linoleum. Just like the rest of the house, sunlight streamed through the windows. The old gas stove resting between two counters just added to the charming feel the room gave off.
She set to work unpacking boxes, starting off with one labeled utensils. She organized them in a drawer just the way she knew her aunt would like them, then started with the pots and pans. It wasn't too long before she had a microwave, coffee maker, toaster, and all of the plates, bowls, and cups in their proper places.
Kya found her aunt in the living room arranging picture frames on a shelf while humming a familiar song underneath her breath. Kya paused, glancing around the room. The couch was pushed all the way back against the wall. Way too far from the television, in Kya's opinion.
She moved next to the couch and pushed it away from the wall. Aunt Grace looked over, raising an eyebrow as she watched her niece move it so it was in the middle of the open room, a few yards from the television. Kya straightened up. Her brows furrowed as a certain photo caught her eyes.
"I haven't seen that picture in forever." She commented.
Grace seemed stumped for a moment. She tucked a strand of auburn hair behind her ears, her eyes traveling to the photo sitting right in the middle of the shelf. "Guess you're right. I figured it was time to put it out." Grace's twinkled as sunlight hit them, so full of emotion she'd kept buried for the past years.
"That was a long time ago," Kya muttered. "Everything was better then," She continued.
Grace's nod was a silent agreement. The twenty seven year old hated to admit that Kya was right. But there was no denying that she was. She reached out and picked the frame up. She held it in her hands carefully, like if she weren't too careful she might break it.
Kya pursed her lips. "I'm going to go unpack in my room." Before the words had left her mouth she was already halfway to the staircase that would lead upstairs.
"Don't forget that you start school tomorrow Kya," Grace said softly.
Kya's hand rested on the banister, her green eyes trained on her aunt. "I know. I'll set my alarm." Then Kya was gone, hurrying up the stairs, and disappearing into her room.
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Kya had never been good with getting to school on time so it came as a shock when she arrived five minutes early. Roaming the halls in search of the office wasn't quite as bad as she'd assumed it would be. She'd never been 'the new kid'. She'd never had to face the stares or hear the whispers. Students were already making assumptions about her.
Aunt Grace had assured her Beacon Hills High would be just what she needed. A fresh start. A place where nobody knew her. Of course, if they wanted it wouldn't be hard to connect the dots. Grace had lived in Beacon Hills with Kya's mother before Kya had been born. If anyone remembered the Chasseur family, Kya didn't know.
"Hello? I need to get my schedule?" Kya fidgeted in the doorway of the office.
The secretary, a plump woman with graying brown hair, glanced up in surprise. "Your name dear?"
Kya's face softened at the motherly tone the older woman used. "Kya Reach."
The woman spun around in her chair, rolled over to a file cabinet, flipped through a few folders, and was quickly back in her former spot. "Here you go sweetheart." The woman proceeded to tell Kya where her classes were, where her locker was located, and the way to the cafeteria for when lunch rolled around.
Despite the directions she'd received, she'd still gotten lost finding her first class. After a student (who seemed annoyed with her) pointed her in the right direction, she was quick to make it to class. Math was just as boring and awful as she remembered. The teacher was quick to introduce her to the class and have her seated. To Kya's disappointment he'd placed her right up front, exactly where she didn't want to be.
After Geometry, she got lost on her way to World History. That was before some boy accidentally bumped into her. He seemed to be about her age and he was…cute. Unfortunately she'd probably run him off by growling at him. After that little incident he'd probably run off to tell his friends what a freak she was.
By the time Kya trudged into her English class she wanted to go home. However, she knew Aunt Grace wouldn't appreciate her skipping school. Especially on her first day.
Still, she'd yet to actually talk to any other students. Making new friends was a lot harder than people made it out to be. Everybody here seemed to give her a strange look and avoid her.
Kya found herself a seat in the very back left of the class, thankfully. After setting her books down, she let her bag drop to the floor with a loud thud. She slid into her desk, slumping back into the uncomfortable seat. Students filed into the room, not a single one glancing back at her.
As the last three students filtered in before the tardy bell rang, the familiar sound of phones chiming from texts filled the semi-noisy room. Kya jumped at the sound of her phone buzzing, the phone she just about always left on vibrate. It was a very rare occasion that her cell had the ringer turned up, simply because it annoyed her.
She'd rather listen to buzzing than she would ringing.
"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds," Kya then glanced up only to see their teacher walking into the classroom, cell phone in hand, "and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky – seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness."
Ms. Blake was a fairly tall woman with curly, brown hair. Her dark eyes surveyed the room, lips hinting at a smile as she said, "That is the closing line to the first book we'll be reading, and that will also be the last text any of you will get in my class." She gave the students a full smile. "Turn your phones off."
Students shuffled about, turning their phones of and putting them away. In the back Kya did the same, discarding the cell phone in her bag. Then she turned her attention back to Ms. Blake who was now explaining the book they'd be reading and have assignments over.
Kya settled into a comfortable position, blowing a strand of dark blonde hair out of her eyes. She hoped the book they'd be reading was good. Of course, Kya wouldn't turn down a good book. She generally liked reading, she just never got to do it as much as she would have liked.
"Mr. McCall? Can I see you in the hallway?" Ms. Blake gestured towards the door, eyes trained on whom Kya assumed was 'Mr. McCall'.
He was average height, had dark hair, a nice tan, seemingly muscular body, and had an uneven jaw that was nearly endearing. All in all, he was fairly attractive. Kya watched him with interest, something about him standing out from the rest of the students. Something she easily recognized.
Kya grumbled under her breath, propping her elbow on the desk so she could rest her cheek against her palm. She didn't nearly care enough to eavesdrop on Ms. Blake and Mr. McCall's conversation so she directed a bored gaze towards the front of the classroom.
Ms. Blake walked in moments later, looking slightly satisfied with whatever had been said outside. She turned around and began talking about their homework for the night, how they'd have to grab their books before leaving class. It was just as she turned around and began writing on the assignment down on the chalkboard, that it happened.
Much like the other students in the room, Kya jumped at the sound of something smacking against the window. It was more of a bone-crunching, blood splattering sort of smack.
Her eyes trained on the bloody spot now decorating the window. Black feathers stuck in the blood. A bird though? What sort of bird is stupid enough to fly straight into the window?
Ms. Blake slowly walked towards the windows, her eyes raised in something along the lines of shock and wonder. Kya followed the older woman's gaze, her own eyes widening at the sight of a giant flock of birds flying straight towards the school.
The girl's stomach churned at the sight. She flinched when another bird hit the window. Yet another animal followed, hitting the glass with more force. After that it seemed like the birds were being pelted at the glass, one finally smashing right through.
Shards of glass flew everywhere as more and more birds broke through. They cawed and screeched. Student's panicked screams joined in with the awful noises, desks screeching against the floor as they were moved out of the way. Ms. Blake was suddenly shouting for the students to get down, all the while holding a student to her as if to shield them.
But what good would it do to shield the students from this? The birds were going insane. They were landing on teenagers, pecking and scratching at them.
Something heavy hit Kya in the side of the head before she even registered what was going on. She quickly heeded Ms. Blake's advice, throwing herself to the floor. She bowed her head, using her arms to shield her head.
The sounds of the bird's shrieks gradually died down, replaced by the sound of police sirens. The students slowly climbed to their feet, legs and hands shaking, while some chose to remain on the ground. They were obviously freaked out.
As everyone began moving around Kya scrambled to her feet. She touched the side of her face and when she pulled her hand away her fingertips were stained with blood. And shaking. Her hands shook violently, whether from the shock of what had just happened, or how badly it had frightened her.
She set into motion, grabbing her books and shoving them into her bag. She was freaked out now. She stumbled towards the front of the classroom, nearly tripping over her own feet. Kya slowly sat down in a stray desk.
Her fingers fumbled with her cell phone as she typed in her aunt's number. When it began dialing she pressed it to her ear.
. But Kya "Hello?"
"Aunt Grace," Kya breathed out, "Something happened, here at the school and I-"
"What happened Kya? What happened?" Her aunt put extra emphasis on the words, perhaps suspecting something else happened, something that hadn't happened in a long time.
"N-nothing Aunt Grace. Just these birds, they were hitting the windows and they kept coming, and the classroom is a mess and-"
"Kya take a deep breath." Aunt Grace's voice fell into a calm tone as her brain processed nothing too serious had happened.
"Sorry," Kya cleared her throat, "Is it alright if I come home?"
"No. You need to stay in school Kya." Kya felt a twinge of disappointment as Grace shuffled papers around on the other end of the phone. "You told me you'd try this year Kya. Do I need to remind you that you nearly failed last year because of your lack of attendance?"
"No…" Kya grumbled.
"Alright then. You can tell me when you get home." Grace reasoned, quickly bidding her niece goodbye.
Kya sighed, slipping the phone into the front pocket of her jeans. It looked like she'd be staying at school then. If she could even make it through the day. Her attendance record at her last school had been rather poor. She'd always made herself scarce, not that it was completely her fault. She'd been worried about other things at the time.
She'd spent her entire summer in school. Summer school had been absolutely boring but Kya had drug through it, barely passing with high C's and low B's.
The police arrived shortly and Kya caught the sheriff to someone's dad. She turned her head the side, listening as he discussed something with him.
"My son tells me you're a hunter."
Kya trained her eyes on the man the sheriff was talking to. He was a nice looking man, like the kind of guy she would approve of her aunt dating. Not that her aunt was into dating. She hadn't dated anybody since the death of her husband.
The man explained that he didn't hunt anymore, but Kya's interest quickly disappeared as she glanced back at her teacher who seemed to be in shock. Which was perfectly understandable. Kya was pretty shaken up herself.
But what had caused the animals to act up?
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"Aunt Grace, I'm home!" Kya belted out as soon as she stepped foot over the threshold. She dropped her bag on the floor, trudging into the kitchen where she found her aunt cooking up a storm.
Which meant something was wrong.
Kya's aunt only cooked when something was wrong. It was a nervous tick she had. If she felt nervous or freaked out she started cooking, and boy could she cook. From what Kya could tell she was busy stir-frying mushrooms, the smell of the Worcestershire sauce fairly strong.
"Hey Kya!" Grace's voice was over cheery as she shuffled over to the counter.
Kya watched with a raised eyebrow as she seasoned hamburger patties. "How was school?"
"Fantastic." Kya deadpanned.
"That's great!" Grace's lips stretched into what was supposed to be a genuine smile.
Kya rolled her eyes, a gesture her aunt missed as she moved around the kitchen again. "No it's not…what's going on Aunt Grace?" Kya leaned back against the counter, folding her arms over her chest. She watched as her aunt's hands stilled.
"Nothing Kya…nothing that you need to worry about." Grace nodded once to confirm this despite the resigned tone she used.
Kya ran her eyes over her aunt. She was slumping more than usual and the right side of her mouth seemed to be drawn down more than usual. They'd only been in Beacon Hills for a few days now, so what on earth could be making her aunt seem so tired?
She didn't bother pointing out that her aunt was lying to her. Whatever it was on Grace's mind was something Kya should probably be worried about. Grace had apparently decided it was better to keep it from Kya though.
"Alright." Kya said reluctantly.
Grace wrung her hands together, her smile more real this time. As always the left side of her mouth lifted higher than the right side which was pulled down by a scar. It was something Kya would always remember. Even now as she examined the scar, she felt a twinge of guilt. It started right above Grace's right eye, causing a permanent split in her eyebrows, then it traveled from there over her eye. The scar brushed against the corner of her mouth, forever causing it to pull downwards.
Grace had never seemed to be too upset over the scar. Kya had always known better though. When they'd lived in Florida she'd used her hair to shield half of her face when they went out in public. Nobody knew what had really happened, but they all had their theories.
"Now, how was school really today?" Grace moved back to stir the mushrooms, a brief flicker of worry passing across her face.
"Weird," Kya stated as she slid onto a barstool at the island, "The birds, they just kept ramming into the windows. It was freaky." She shook her head, brows furrowing as she thought about the birds.
"The rest of school though?"
"It wasn't that bad," Kya confessed, "P.E. was okay. It was nice to do something physical for once. Math's going to blow though." She didn't admit to her aunt that biology was probably going to be the same way, instead choosing to clamp her mouth shut and wait for Grace's response.
"If you end up struggling just find a tutor." Grace reasoned.
Kya remained silent as Grace shuffled around the kitchen. She watched her aunt flip hamburger steaks in the frying pan. The food smelled amazing. It just reminded Kya how hungry she really was.
"How was your day?" Kya suddenly asked.
Unfortunately her question didn't faze Grace like she'd hoped it would. Instead Grace kept her back turned to her niece as she said, "Good. I met up with a few old friends."
"Old friends?" Kya echoed.
"Yes…well old friends of Julie's."
Kya frowned at the mention of her mother, someone who wasn't mentioned often. Why would Grace be visiting friends of her elder sister? That in itself seemed rather suspicious. Not that Kya would attest the suspicion. But she could still wonder.
So…thoughts please? Review…please? (I KNOW you're all out there xD) Is this version better. In the…next-ish (or maybe after that) chapter she'll probably meet Isaac. Scott and Stiles in the next one…Can anybody guess who she growled at? (This is important…;D) xD
Until next update!
~neverlands-star