When Charity rose from her long slumber she was not expecting so much time to have elapsed. She tipped her head to the side a little in wonderment as she began to stumble out of what appears to be, at least to her, a small oddly shaped building made of stone. All she really knows about the odd building is that her casket was inside of it. She was a bit curious as to why there is a building like that in a cemetery but dismissed her thoughts quickly to think about where she was and where she should go. Charity looked around to see if their was any sign of a person or creature about. She saw no sign of any living breathing thing in the area other then a few nocturnal animals.
She walked through the Cemetery in nothing but a white silk gown that was a little on the dirty side, well more dusty then dirty, as she read some of the names off the tombstones. She stopped at one of the graves and knelt down to examine it closely. It had the date she was birthed and the fateful day she died and the women's name.
"Claudia Stilinski.. You were very special I can feel it in my ancient bones." Charity could feel the aura that was once so strong when this women was alive and now its fading but still there, she was strong indeed. Charity feeling sad for whoever lost this women ran her hand affectionately over the name engraved in the stone.
"A person as strong as you knew you would not have much time.. I hope you were not too scared.." She rose from her crouching position and looked around her only to notice a boy standing at the edge of the cemetery looking at her confused and a little upset.
"What are you doing?" The boy asked as he stood in a defensive position eyeing the strange girl suspiciously. Charity looked down at the grave then at the boy and put two and two together and sidestepped away from the grave. She backed up a bit not trusting herself to be to close to a human with not having fed in awhile. Honestly she does not yet know how long she has been asleep for she only went to sleep because the War was annoying her. All that mindless violence and fighting for no reason really. She didn't understand why everyone could not just get along the World would be a better place if there was no violence.
"Sorry, I did not know she was someone important to you.. I am sorry for your lose." Charity said as she bowed her head a bit to show her sympathies to the boy she was about to turn to leave when he said something.
"What are you?" The boy asked he seemed to realize something about her was strange and it could be for a number of reasons. One, she was in a silk nightdress in a cemetery and there was snow on the ground. Two, her blonde hair was down to at least the backs of her knees due to not being able to cut it while she slept. Three, even though she could not see her own face at the moment it was probably terribly gaunt from lack of food. Lastly her nails were long and her eyes were a strange amber color, she must look completely insane to this human.
"Just a traveler..." She trailed off as she looked to the woods wanting to get away from this boy as fast as she could. She would have left right at that moment if it were not for a simple question she needed the answer to. "What is the year?" She asked simply her voice soft like it had been the whole time she was talking to the boy. The boy in question looked confused by the question as if it was the weirdest thing someone could ask.
"Uhh... Its 2014... Are you sure you aren't suppose to be at Eichen house?" The boy cautiously asked as he made a step toward her she stepped back in turn. She wasn't afraid of him she was shocked and a bit weary the last time she was in the world was around a hundred years ago. She had indeed slept longer then she had intended and she didn't know what events are going on in this time period she does not even know if they won the War. She made up her mind that moment to turn and leave. This boy seemed to know she was not normal and did not want to chance him finding out more then he should know, which is nothing. She walked away and into the woods without a second glance and hoped the boy would not follow. She walked for awhile taking different turns and changing direction a lot in case the boy did follow her. She has not eaten yet so her senses are that of a normal human so she wont be able to tell if he is or is not following her. Since her senses were practically shit at the moment she did not notice that she was not alone in these woods.
She continued to walk around until she stumbled onto deer eating some grass by a river. The only reason she could see the deer was because the full moon provided enough light for her to see in the darkness of the night. Using what little strength she had she sprinted full speed and pounced on the defenseless animal and sunk her elongated canines into its neck and ripped out its throat killing it almost instantly. She knelt down and ran her fingers through its soft fur as she leaned to its ear and whispered a soft sorry to the now dead animal. she then sunk her teeth into the animals flesh again only this time draining all of the blood it had to offer. After finishing her meal her senses and strength were returned to her and then she quickly noticed the other presence in the woods with her. There was not just one presence she could sense but three. Now being able to control herself she and her abilities she ran as fast as she could away from the three strange scents she could smell. Sadly they followed only now did she know where she smelled the scents before, Berserkers. She had a run in with them around 150 years ago in Mexico she only made it out alive because she had freshly fed. There were about six last time so no doubt she could outrun only three. The only thing that stumped her was the fact that they where here and far away from their home. She ran and jumped up onto a branch of one of the many tall trees and continued to jump from tree to tree until she reached the town. Once she reached the last tree and the town started she quickly jumped onto a roof and then onto another. She lost them once she reached the school she sighed as she laid down on the roof and closed her eyes. She obviously can not stay on this roof for long as she does not know what time it is so in turn she does not know when the sun will be up. She won't burn, over the many years vampires have adapted and evolved passed the sun issue, she will only feel mildly uncomfortable and after a long period of time in the sun will develop sun burns. Just because she wont die from the sun does not mean she wants to have its hot rays burning into her for and extended period of time. She needs to find somewhere to hide out she would go back to the cemetery but does not want to have another run in with those Berserkers. On the thought she sat up quickly remembering the boy that was at the cemetery and contemplates going to make sure he is okay. She makes up her mind fairly fast and jumps down from the roof and speeds back off to the cemetery.
The boy is gone when she gets there but she picks up his scent along with the scent of the Berserkers. She panics a little bit as she follows the scent of the boy while also hoping to not run into those things again. The scent gets stronger as she nears the river and she can see the boys body on the side of the river. She rushes over to him and picks him up a little bit checking him for injures and sees a deep gash on his side no doubt from a Berserkers claw. She shakes his shoulders gently as she calls out to him to see if he will come to.
"Hello? Are you in there, Kid? Hello?" Charity shook him again and his eyes fluttered open and he looks out of it as he stares past her to the moon. She is unsure of what she should do she knows absolutely nothing about this kid and has no clue where to take him. She doesn't know where the hospital is or where he lives and has no clue what to do.
"Kid, where should I take you? Hey, you still awake?" The boy looks at her and almost looks as if he is about to pass out again but he does not. He mumbles something so low that if not for her enhanced hearing she would not have heard. Derek, who is Derek and where does he even live? Before she could ask the kid passes out again and she is at a lose of what to do once more. Before anything else goes through her thoughts a low growl emanates from behind her somewhere in the woods and she knows what that means. The Berserkers are near and she needs to get both herself and this kid out of here fast. She picks him up bridal styles and sprints doing her best not to jostle him to much because of his injury. While she is running the kid wake sup once more and looks more confused then before she takes this opportunity to ask him where Derek lives.
"Where does Derek live, kid?" She asks as she enters the town again and he whispers out some random address to her before once again passing out most likely for a good while this time. She looks at the street names as she runs through the town and after about a minute or two of searching she finds the street and eventually the building. Remembering the loft number the kid said she runs up to the door and bangs as hard as she can and accidentally bangs a whole through the metal door. She mentally curses herself for that unintelligent move and yells loudly.
"Derek?!" Charity yells as she switches to kicking the door in order to hold the kid with both hands so she does not drop him. On the third kick the door slides open revealing a really hot but really pissed off guy. Once he sees the kid in her arms bleeding his eyes go an ice blue color and he growls revealing sharp teeth. She doesn't blink twice about it which shocks Derek a bit but he doesn't back down.
"I found him like this he told me to take him to you." She says with her voice soft the same way she talked to the boy earlier in the night. She held the boy out for the werewolf to take and he did once the boy was in his arms she turned to leave but is stopped by a hand on her shoulder. She turns back to the angry werewolf and raises an eyebrow at him.
"You are staying." It was a harsh demand that the werewolf ordered and she did not see a reason why she should not stay seeing as she had no where else she needed to be. She stands outside of the doorway as the werewolf, Derek, walks into the thing the kid called a loft. Derek turns to look at her and frowns as he turns around to continue walking. "Come in." He growls out and she obeys and walks over the threshold sliding the door shut behind her. As she walks in the werewolf lays the kid on a lone blue couch at the back of the room. She walks over to the kid but when she reaches for his hand a loud growl comes from the grumpy werewolf who is reaching into his pocket. He pulls a small rectangle out and puts his fingers on the illuminated part then holds it up to his ear. She has no clue what it is or what he is doing so she backs up away from him and the kid towards the door. He looks at her confused but somehow still glaring at the same time. "Its not a weapon its a phone.." He says pointing to the cell phone with his free hand and she stops moving and relaxes a bit but not moving forward because she still doesn't know if she can trust him. She can hear the conversation clear as day from where she stands even when the werewolf walks all the way to the big window.
"This is Deaton." The man on the other line says in a monotone voice before adding somewhat rushed " Derek?".
"Loft now, Stiles is hurt." Derek answers abruptly and then takes the thing that does not even look like a phone to her away from his ear. He clicks a little black button on the top and puts it down on the ledge of the window. He turns to Charity glare still in place as he starts toward her, she backs up more and returns his glare. They continue their glaring contest and she knows he can sense that she is not human even though after just feeding she looks like a normal human that is a bit on the pale side. She breaks the stare when she hears heavy foot falls from the beginning of the hallway making there way quickly towards Derek's door. She turns quickly backing up and unconsciously getting closer to the angry werewolf behind her. She can smell them and she does not like what she smells there are at least three more people that are about to want to kill her. They hesitate at the door no doubt because of the small hole it the metal but soon get over that and slam the door to the side.
"What happened?" The first one through the door asked panic oozing off of him along with the stench of another werewolf, an alpha this time. The next one through the door is an older male she assumes to be the one called Deaton. She cant place it but Deaton does not smell like an ordinary human. The third one through nearly nocks the others to down with how fast she tore into the room, she immediately made a B-line towards the boy, Stiles. The girl appears to be a werecoyote and also holds deep affections for the boy. The werecoyote seems to not be thinking clearly as she turns to growl and bear her teeth at Charity smelling the boys blood on her clothes. It does not seem to help that Charity had no time to wipe the deer blood off of her face. She realizes that must be why Derek was glaring at her so viciously and why everyone, except for Deaton, looked close to ripping her apart.
" If you pups would use your noses you would have noticed this blood is from a deer." Charity pointed out, a bit upset but not letting it into her soft voice, as she gestured to her mouth area. This comment gained her another growl from the girl and glares from everyone causing her to back up, again getting closer to Derek. Derek grabbed her arm hard and pulled her back towards him still glaring at her.
"What happened." Derek demanded harshly as he used his other arm to point to the boy on the couch. Deaton knelt down next to the boy and lifted his shirt up to examine the wound then he looked over to Derek.
"She didn't do this Derek, she couldn't have made this big of a gash with her nails in that condition" And he was right, her nails were to weak right now to do that and they were also broken and to small.
"It was a Berserker." She said as she yanked her arm out of Derek's grip and backed away from him. She stepped closer to Deaton sensing that he is less likely to hurt her at the moment. "I had a confrontation with them in Mexico a few years back." And by saying a few years back she really means about 150 years or so give or take a few years. They looked at her confused by that statement she looks the same age as the boy passed out yet she says she has seen these monsters before any of them have. She knows that they can sense she is not normal but she does not think they know what she is. "But what I want to know is why they are here and not there." She said lastly as she looked to Derek then to Deaton trying to get an answer out of one of the older people in the room.
"We don't know why they are here but they are. More importantly we need to help Stiles. Can we save the interrogation for later?" Deaton spoke calmly as he looked at the wound and everyone seemed to snap back to the matter at hand. "He is pretty bad, but I think I can heal him." He said as he opened the small bag he had brought here with him and took out some jars. One had a blue powder in it, another had pink liquid in it, and the last one had a green paste in it. First he opened the green paste container and smeared the past along the edges of the gash. After that he open the pink liquid and poured some in the wound. From where she stood she could hear the flesh start to react to whatever Deaton was doing to the wound. He then opened the blue powder and sprinkled it over the whole wound. She could see and hear the wound starting to heal but she could tell it would take at least an hour to heal completely. As everyone was focused on the boy and Deaton, Charity started to back away hoping to leave without being noticed. Having no heartbeat does have some benefits like being able to walk around and not have every supernatural creature with enhanced hear being able to know when your coming or going.
She would have successfully made it out of the door had it not been for a girl with strawberry blonde hair bursting through the door way which made everyone turn around. Once Derek noticed Charity half way to the door thanks to the ginger girl he made a go to get her before she could leave. Charity wanted to leave so bad that if her heart was working it would probably hurt due to the stress and seriousness of this situation. Charity is not really good with serious situations and tends to leave so she wont have to deal with it. That is the main reason she went to sleep when the war started, because she didn't like hearing about how so many people on both sides of the war were dying. This particular situation is making her wish she had stayed asleep for a few more years.
"What do you think you are doing?" Deaton's voice cut through the air as she made to get away from Derek who was about to grab her again. She stopped and looked at him and in doing this let Derek grab her arm.
"I did not sign up for this and I did not have to go back for him but I did." She says smoothly as she glares at all of them "I am not the bad guy here." Derek loosens his grip but does not let go of her arm, but the looseness is all she needs to slip her arm from him and surprisingly he does not make a grab for her again.
"Why are you here?" The alpha speaks up this time staring at her with what she can only see as a puppy that has just been kicked look. She looks at him and her face softens from the glare she was wearing to a blank expression.
"Just passing through.." She says looking down to the floor now and not making eye contact with anyone. The girl that walked in before and exposed her escape made her way to Stiles and sat on the edge of the couch.
"Why can't I hear your pulse?" Her face stayed emotionless and she turned away from the alpha and everyone then started out of the loft and surprisingly nobody made a move to stop her.
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Hey everyone thank you for reading and i will post another chapter soon if you all like it. Please review and i know there are probably loads of mistakes but bare with me. I do not own teen wolf or any of the characters except my oc and possibly more ocs to come.