*The new chapter! I hope you all enjoy and please review! Thank you to all of my old readers for hopping over to this new story and thank you to new viewers too :) I know it's short but I was too excited to wait so tell me whatcha think! (Maybe I'll post another chapter this weekend if I get 2 reviews ;))*
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf. Well that was easy
It was a normal Saturday night for Star, driving down the dark road with nothing but the small headlight of her black 9 Husqvarna Nuda 900R leading the way. She followed the thumping melody of the bass until she rode up to a not so abandoned factory filled with mostly drunken teens. She dismounted her motorcycle and took off her helmet letting her natural wavy brown locks down to flow. She opened the saddlebags on her bike and stuffed in her helmet, along with the motorcycle keys, and her black leather jacket; revealing her skimpy attire that her aunt would refer to as party outfit #1, which consisted of a neon yellow studded lace bandeau top, a short black tutu, black and yellow studded heels, a thick studded bracelet, and just above the knee neon yellow fishnet leggings. She walked around the building to the back entrance and looked down easily breaking the lock as she opened the door and walked into the already hopping rave. She immediately fit into the jumping crowd while she walked toward the bar using her fake ID to buy herself a beer as she peered across the dance floor and saw a couple probably her age arguing.
"What are you doing?" a buff darker skinned boy asked a pale brunette girl
"You told me to go out with him." She replied in defense
"No, not here. You don't get it. We have a plan."
"You have a plan? Okay, okay. My father and Gerard, they're coming here."
"What did you tell them?"
"I–I told them–"
"Allison!" He yelled at the frightened girl
"I–I had to tell them." She rationalized
"Oh, my God, they know it's Jackson."
"People are dying, Scott. What am I supposed to do?" She asked. Wait a second Gerard? Death? It can't be the Gerard she knew, could it? Either way Star was getting the hell out of Dodge. She put her beer back down on the bar and began to weave her way towards the back exit. As she opened the door she heard an all to familiar voice.
"Careful, gentlemen. Something wicked this way comes." Said a booming deep voice belonging to non other then the lead werewolf hunter himself Gerard Argent. Star closed the door making her way back to the dance floor and into the crowd once again.
"You just had to come to Beacon Hills didn't you Star?" The stressed girl asked herself while walking through the crowd. "It'll be fun! You'll meet a hot guy, party a little. It's exactly what you need, loosen up. Stupid!" Star continued pacing.
"Here. You need this more then me." A tall shirtless guy said handing Star a cup filled with a mint green liquid.
"Thanks." She replied taking the red solo cup and finishing it
"Wow you really did need that." He replied smiling
"You seem great but I'm sorry I need to go." Star said to the guy as she walked through the crowd again this time her attention was drawn to two guys and some blonde chick grinding on the dance floor just as the shorter of the two guys whips out a nasty pair of greenish looking claws and stabs the other two as they fall to the ground. Oh shit, Star don't do anything stupid don't get involved. Star though as she started walking toward the muscular teen who was now walking away from his victims on the floor. Shit! Why do I never listen to my rational thoughts? Star questioned as she stopped in front of the determined looking teen, grabbing his arms and placing them around her waist as her arms made there way around his neck and she captured his lips with her own. The kiss deepened as Star's tongue found a particularly sharp set of fangs where his teeth should be, Star looked over his shoulder as she saw the tall lanky boy that was just struggling on the ground with a syringe in his hand making his way toward her and the unknown creature currently exploring her mouth with his serpent-like tongue. As he got close star grabbed the quite handsey guy's hair and pulled back his head making his neck open while the curly haired teen stabbed the needle into his neck and released the liquid into his vein.
"Who are you?" He asked as he held up the now limp teenage boy in his arms and was reunited by the blonde bombshell that was now healed by his side.
"Someone who's getting the hell out of here." Star said making her way toward the exit once again. This time opening the door to gunfire and two guys cowering behind a dumpster.
"Great." Star said accidentally out loud as the two guys looked over to her and she once again shut the door. She wandered toward the back rooms which seemed uninhabited until she saw the two kids she had helped earlier this time with the addition of a scrawny looking kid with a buzz cut quickly exiting a room and slamming the door shut behind them, holding the door closed with their bodies.
"I don't even want to know." She said drawing the attention of the three teenagers, as a large lizard type creature smashes through the wall next to the door and runs off.
"Okay, now I want to know." Star added as the three teens ran splitting up, some after the creature and one towards an exit she hadn't seen before. She ran towards the exit and ended up outside she went to run for her bike as the scrawny kid talked to one of the guys that was previously behind the dumpster.
"Break it!" The man yelled at the teen as Star kept running, getting smashed backwards as she hit a line of mountain ash.
"Son of a bitch!" Star yelled rubbing her face as she got up off of the ground claiming the attention of the two arguers. She walked toward the teen standing on the other edge of the line and pulled out her knife starring at the boy. "Break. It." Star said giving the boy death stares as he quickly knelt down and broke the line followed by the dark haired man running into the building and Star running away toward her bike which she promptly got on throwing on her helmet and leather jacket driving away. She made her way down the road as she heard a thumping like noise followed by a loud screech as her bike began to slow. "No. No. No! You've got to be shitting me!" Star yelled pulling over and taking off her helmet. "Son of a bitch!" She yelled putting down her kickstand and standing, leaning against her bike as she looked up to a sign reading "Clark's auto repair 1/2 a mile". "How convenient." She huffed to herself as she put up her kickstand and began walking her bike down the road with nothing but the clicking of her heels against the asphalt as company.
