Disclaimer! I don't own Teen Wolf or any of the characters other my O/Cs.

Madison + Isabelle Bennet are identical twins, so they sometimes have dreams of each other's memories and sometimes feel each other's pain.

Age: 16

Height: 5'7''

Appearance: Both have long, sort of wavy caramel colored hair. Isabelle uses a curling iron to make hers curlier, but Madison leaves her hair the way it is. It's hard to tell what color eyes they have, in the light they look blue, but without as much light they look closer to green, sometimes silver or brown. Madison has a scar on her forehead from riding her bike when she was younger. They both have fair skin that burns easily and nearly the same build. Isabelle and Madison are pretty fit from the sports they play, but they play different sports.

Differences: Madison takes gymnastics and plays basketball, Isabelle is a black belt in Karate and a cheerleader. Isabelle has always been on the more popular side as well. Isabelle often makes changes to her appearance to try and be different, like dying her hair and getting eye color contacts.

I put my hands on my hips and stared at the house critically. It definitely wasn't a small house, but it was such an old place it looked like it would fall apart in any minute. I glanced over at my identical twin, Isabelle. I could almost feel her conscious in the back of my mind and I could tell that she disapproved of the house too.

"Come on girls! Help me load some boxes." My mom called, hauling a large box labeled "Madison's Room" out of our rented truck.

"Okay," I said with a sigh, "I'm coming."

Turning away from the rickety, old house I grabbed two boxes, of for my mom's room, the other for Isabelle's room.

"Hurry up Madi." Isabelle spat as she walked by.

"Don't call me that!" I retorted. No one calls me Madi, because that was the special nick-name my dad gave me when I was "Daddy's Little Madi". My dad wasn't dead, but he was never around anymore. He always had business to attend to, but when he was around, it was worse.

When I was younger, he would play with Isabelle and me to keep us from fighting. Now all he does is drink beer. I hung my head, my memories distracted me, and they kept me from thinking of the heavy boxes in my arms. I was distracted to the point that I didn't notice the stairs up to the porch until I tripped on the first step.

My two boxes went flying as I tried to use my hands to catch my fall. Instead, I ended up doing a face plant. I groaned and looked up. Isabelle was standing at the top of the stairs, looking down on me disapprovingly.

When she spoke though, I was surprised to hear that she seemed genuinely concerned about me. Isabelle asked, "You okay sis?"

"Y-yeah, fine" I stuttered, scrambling to my feet and collecting my boxes. Once I had all of my boxes together I rushed up the stairs to get a claim on the biggest room. Once inside the house, it looked a bit bigger, but that was just because it was empty. I explored a little, looking for Isabelle and my mom, but they were probably upstairs. I eventually went upstairs too, looking for a good room to claim. I looked around. The upstairs area was small, and there was no room over the living room because that room went up to the ceiling, so instead there were just rusty, flimsy railings and a drop of to the first floor. Drop of + sleepwalking = not good. Isabelle sleep walks more than me, but I still do it. And it's always when I dream about my dad... Leaving us-leaving the family.

I walked past that area, ignoring the tempting room to my left. Instead, I settled with large room with a porch in the back corner of the house. It came with its own bathroom and walk-in closet. And even better, there was a little door in the corner of the closet.

I wasn't sure what it was for, but I could lie to Isabelle and tell her it was to a secret passage... But then she would kick my butt after finding out I lied... So maybe no secret passage lie after all. The biggest difference between Isabelle and me: Isabelle was a black belt in Karate, I was a gymnast. We were both fit, but she just knew how to kick but better.

With a sigh I walked out of the hallway, setting down the boxes where ever they belonged, then went back to the rental truck to get more boxes. That's basically how the entire day went-loading boxes after boxes into the several rooms of the house. Some of the neighbors stopped by to say hi and introduce themselves with their usual "Welcome to Beacon Hills" thing, but my mom explained how we actually used to live here a while back. When the first few loads were done, it was getting dark and we still had several boxes to go.

"Do girls feel like shutting down camp for the night?" My mom asked Isabelle and I. We had already laid out the mattresses in our chosen rooms so we probably would be needing much else.

"Yeah, sure-" I began, but Isabelle cut me off.

"Wait! Can we go see our old house?" She asked.

"Um... S-sure, I guess." Mom stuttered, taken aback by the strange request.

Isabelle shot me a weird look, but for the first time in my entire life, I had no clue what she was thinking or feeling. It was like she was just another random person... Not my twin sister, the girl I knew as well as myself, just a stranger.

We drove down a few winding roads, passing the high school until we pulled up at a fairly large house. Our house... Or at least our old one. The one we had 13 years ago.

We pulled up the drive way and just parked, staring at our old house. It was an awkward silence, but finally, Isabelle spoke, "I don't remember this place. I though seeing where we used to live would help me, but I don't remember it."

"We probably look like spies, just sitting here." I mumbled. On cue, two people opened the front door and came out of the house, walking to the car. Following their lead, my mother and Isabelle both got out of the car to greet the two people.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at them, but they didn't answer. I scowled, but with a sigh just followed them, getting out of the car to go meet the strangers.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" One of the strangers asked. She was about my mother's age with curly brown hair and brown eyes. The other stranger with her was a boy around my age, also with brown hair. He was giving us all the death stare, so I returned his icy gaze. My mother, on the other hand, had other ideas... like chatting.

"Oh, hi! My name's Aubrey Bennet." My mother began, "I know we probably looked strange, parking right outside your house, but we used to live here 13 years ago. Then we started moving around a bit, but we've settled back here at Beacon hills and we just wanted re-visit our old home. These are my daughters, Isabelle and Madi. I'm SO sorry that we disturbed you."

"Don't call me that," I hissed under my breath, too quiet for anyone to hear.

"Oh, we're sorry to of just barged out like that. My name's Melissa McCall, this is my son, Scott." Mrs. McCall said with a smile. She looked like a classic mom, the type that bakes chocolate chip cookies and makes hot chocolate in the winter.

"Hi." Scott said flatly.

I didn't bother saying hi, but Isabelle sure did, "Hi, Scott, I'm Isabelle." She batted her eyelashes and flicked her hair back, like a prissy popular girl.

"I have a girlfriend." He said, in the same monotone voice. Isabelle made a pouty face as Scott turned around and walked back to the house.

"Scott, don't be rude!" Melissa called after him, but he either didn't hear or he ignored her. I would guess the latter of the two.

My mother laughed and with a sigh said, "Teenagers. They're SOOOO uncontrollable."

Melissa smiled in agreement, "Talk about it! Personally, all boys are uncontrollable."

My mother and Melissa continued chatting, "Yeah, my husband-"

My mother stopped talking and put her head down, as if thinking of Dad was hard. As if it stirred up memories that she didn't want to think about. Before dad started traveling everywhere and getting drunk as soon as he was back. Before his diet consisted of pizza, chocolate ice cream and beer. Way back when we lived here... In Beacon Hills. Perhaps that was why mom wanted to move back. To remember when times were better.

"It's okay," Melissa said, "A few years ago I got a divorce with my husband... He was one of those uncontrollable boys too."

"Yeah, we just filed the divorce papers with my husband." My whispered.

"MOM!" Isabelle and I cried at the same time.

"Why didn't you tell us?" I demanded.

"YOU LIED! We're moving to Beacon Hills to get away from him, aren't we?!" Isabelle gasped in realization and fury.

"Both of you! Get to the car. We'll talk about this later at dinner." My mother scolded. She spoke to us in that creepy "You'd-better-do-it-or-else" mom voice, so without another word, Isabelle and I spun on our heels and marched over to the car, throwing open the doors and slamming them shut after us. I was so mad I felt like just destroying something. Maybe I would take my anger out on the boxes at home, I thought with a sigh. Isabelle sighed at the same time and I realized those weren't my thoughts... They were Isabelle's.