***I do not own Teen Wolf or the Characters except for my own***

Scott and Charlotte didn't say much on the way home, it wasn't a too terribly long of a walk and when they finally did make it home both siblings went to their own rooms.

Charlotte sat on her bed, legs crossed, and her thumbnail between her teeth as she thought about the events that just happened.
The body… The half body of someone she hadn't seen in over six years. Her face wouldn't leave her mind. She was in her bedroom yet the image of seeing her cold, dead face look at her with those lifeless eyes was so fresh it was like the body was on her bedroom floor.

Feeling like she was being suddenly watched, she got up from her bed and drew the curtains shut on her window. "Calm down, Charlie… You're freaking out for no reason." She muttered to herself and went back to her bed. "It's not like you found the dead body of Laura Hale…" Her voice started to shake as she spoke. "It's not like you saw a giant black figure with glowing red eyes." Tears started to brim in her eyes. "Everything's fine. Everything is okay." She brought the teddy bear she's had since she was five to her chest. She took a deep breath and tried to fall asleep, Laura's face not leaving her mind.


Charlotte walked through the woods, flashlight in hand. She didn't know why she was there, she just felt like she needed to be.
Leaves moved with the wind, branches creaked and cracked, the breeze sent a chill up her spine, flowing her long black hair behind her as she moved through the woods- following an invisible trail, her feet moving on their own accord.
There was a sudden stench of death and blood that hit her nose and it made her gag. Throwing a hand over her nose, she looked around, no longer walking; she felt petrified suddenly.
Looking behind her, she let out a scream. Coming towards her was the upper half of Laura Hale, crawling to her, gripping the leaves and branches on the ground to pull herself forward.

Charlotte stumbled backward before turning and running back in the direction she was originally going. She looked back to see that Laura was still after her, picking up her speed as she went from crawling on her hands to using them to walk on, the only noise coming from her are the gurgling sounds of her choking on her own blood.
Charlotte let out a whimper and continued to run. When she looked forward, she saw the Hale house, still standing like it wasn't burned down.
She stopped to look up at the house, in awe of it and how it looked like it didn't even have a scratch on it. She turned back around and no longer saw Laura behind her and she let out a sigh of relief as she turned back to face the house.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and stepped towards the house, not seeming to have any control over her own body as she went up the steps to the porch.
She reached for the doorknob with a shaking hand and turned the knob and pushed the door open. When she stepped inside, she felt like she was burning up, sweat building on her forehead and her lungs felt tight. She coughed a few times as she looked around the house. At first, the coughing was minor- just a few times before it got worse: it felt like she was suffocating.

She frantically looked around before she noticed the smoke at her feet and she let out a whimper. "Oh, God." She coughed a few more times, starting to panic. She turned back to the door to get out, but it was locked. She pulled and yanked at the door desperately trying to get it open, gasping for air as smoke filled her lungs from an invisible fire. She pounded on the door, crying for help. "Someone! Please help!"

A growl from behind her stopped her as she let out another cry. She turned around and saw the same black figure with glowing red eyes that she saw in the woods when she found Laura's body. It was a cross between a wolf and a human, towering over her as she slid down the door.
"Please, don't hurt me." She cried out. "I don't want to die!"

A fire started to lick up the walls enveloping the inside of the house and reaching its way to Charlotte and the black figure. It got on all fours, inching towards Charlotte like a predator getting ready to attack its prey, and that's exactly what was happening.
"What do you want from me?!" She screamed at it.

The figure stopped and looked at Charlotte with what looked like curiosity. For a moment, it almost seemed human, the way its eyes pierced into hers. It took a big leap towards her, closing the distance between them as the fire reached closer and closer. Inches away from her face, it lets out a low growl before speaking. "Revenge." It said before lunging it's razor teeth into Charlotte's neck.

With a gasp, Charlotte woke from her dream- gasping, sweating, terrified.
She looked over at her clock and saw it said 8 am and was relieved she didn't have to sleep anymore, that it was a time that she could stay awake and not have to go back to whatever the hell she dreamed of.
Wiping the sweat from her face, she got up from her bed and made her way to the bathroom to take a hot shower, trying to clean the horrible dream from her mind. What could that dream mean? She's never had one so vivid before. The way Laura chased her, the Hale house, the fire, the big black figure that said it wanted revenge. Revenge for what?

Getting dressed and going downstairs to make breakfast, her mother was at the table picking at her own food. "Hey momma." she greeted her mother with a smile. "How was work?"

Melissa looked up from the magazine she was reading and beamed up at her eldest child. "Hey, honey. It was… Okay. About as okay as an overnight shift can be." She shrugged it off and took another bite of her food. "How was your night?"

She stopped pouring the cereal into her bowl as her face went pale. "It was, uh…" She cleared her throat. "Boring, uneventful." She put a little more cereal into her bowl before grabbing the soy milk. Damn lactose intolerance. "Scott wasn't any help, he wanted to sleep to be ready for practice today." She sat in the seat across from her mother.

Melissa looked at her daughter with concern. "What about you? You look like you got zero sleep. You're all pale and you have really bad dark circles."

Charlotte looked up from her cereal and let out a chuckle. "Thanks for the boost of confidence, Mom." She shook her head. "I got some sleep… I just had a really bad nightmare… A really vivid one." She chose not to go into any deeper detail, not wanting her mom to know about her and Scott's adventure last night. "I'm okay though."

Melissa reached over and pushed a strand of hair behind Charlotte's ear. "As long as you say so, hon." She smiled at her daughter, not totally believing her when she said she's fine, but not wanting to push her knowing how hard she's been working to help her make sure that they had enough money to pay the bills and still be able to eat breakfast like this. "So, changing the subject: How do you think Scott will do?"

Charlotte let out a small laugh. "He says he's making first line… But uh- no offense to him, I think it's gonna be a little hard to play when he has to take a hit off his inhaler after every play." She scratched the back of her head. "I mean, Lacrosse is violent…"

The two finished their breakfast and went about their usual business. Melissa went to take a nap before working again that night. And Charlotte went for a walk around town, trying to clear her head of what happened last night.
Should I tell the Sheriff what I saw? She would think to herself. Should I tell Scott and Stiles I knew who the body belonged to? She would shake her head at that one. The last thing she needed was Stiles hyperly asking her question after question. She didn't even really know Laura, she was just in the same grade as her brother Derek and she would show up to pick him up with his mother.

Derek… Where was he? Does he know what happened to his sister? She hadn't seen him since the fire that happened to his house over six years ago.
Derek was always a mystery to her. They would make small talk whenever they had free time between classes and before he had a basketball game, but not really anything else. Then it was like he changed overnight one day. He went from being a jock that wouldn't mind talking to other kids, to keeping to himself- not talking to anybody anymore, stopped playing basketball.
She tried talking to him to see what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell her, would barely even look at her.
He got better for a little bit, started to be okay in school again… Then the fire happened, and she never heard or seen him again after that.

She ended up in front of the police station, pausing to look up at the building as she contemplated telling Stiles' dad what happened.
With a shake of her head, she continued her path to the store to pick up something to snack on. She just wanted to spend the rest of her day in her room with her thoughts and guitar.

It was after school hours when Charlotte got a text from Scott asking to help him and Stiles look for the inhaler that he dropped when the stags freaked out and knocked them over and to help find the body again so Stiles could see.
With a gulp, she sent a reply saying she would be there, and she got out of the comfort of her room and went back to the place that currently plagued her nightmares.


In the woods, the group of three walked through the trees until they found the spot that looked at least somewhat familiar to look for Scott's inhaler.
Scott had been talking about how His practice went, and not just how he was good at playing… Other things were happening to him.

"I don't know what it was like! It was like... I had all the time in the world to catch the ball!" He continued as he looked at the ground for the thing that helped him breathe better… Even though, oddly enough? He felt fine. No shallow breaths, no gasping as they went through the woods. Nothing. "And that's not the only weird thing." He continued to explain. "I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, I smell things."

Charlotte furrowed her brows at her brother. "Smell things? Like what?" She asked and Scott turned to look at his sister and friend.

"Like the mint gum in Stiles' pocket." He said and turned back to look for his inhaler.

Stiles shook his head as he dug into his pocket. "I don't have any mint-" He stopped when he pulled out a single stick of gum. He brought it up to his nose to smell that it was indeed, mint. He shared a look of surprise and concern with Charlotte as they continued to follow Scott. "So, all of that started with that bite?"

Scott, suddenly paranoid and freaked out. "What if it's like an infection? Like, my body is full of adrenaline before I got into shock?"

Stiles nodded, "You know what? I think I actually heard of it, it's a specific type of infection." He looked over at Charlotte to see of a look of total confusion on her face and smiled at her.

"You're serious?" Scott said, slightly hopeful that if Stiles' knows what it is, then maybe he can help him.

Stiles nodded again. "Yeah. I think it's called Lycanthropy." Charlotte scoffed at this.

"Stiles, don't be ridiculous." She crossed her arms. But there was a nagging at the back of her head. That black figure, it looked like a wolf, sounded like a wolf… But there aren't any wolves in Beacon Hills… She shook her head to try to clear her head of those thoughts and saw that Scott was now looking close to the ground.

"I could have sworn it was here. We saw the body, the stags running… I dropped my inhaler." He moved the leaves trying to find it.

Stiles shrugged. "Maybe the killer moved the body?" He said, which didn't make any of them comfortable with the thought that a killer could still be out in these woods.

"If he did, I hope he didn't take my inhaler. Those things cost like eighty bucks." Not wanting his mom to kill him for losing another inhaler, he kept looking on the ground, not noticing the man watching them from a few feet away.
It was Stiles that got the siblings attention, and when Charlotte saw who it was her heart jumped as she let out a gasp. The person she hadn't seen for years, the person she was just thinking about earlier that morning… The person whose sister was dead somewhere.
It was him… Derek Hale.

He was taller than she remembered and stronger looking. Though the Jacket he was wearing did look a bit big on him, yet he made it work somehow.
She stood between Stiles and Scott, a protective hand in front of them to keep them from either getting closer to Derek or to keep Derek from getting close to them. Because for some reason, the way he looked gave Charlotte an uneasy feeling.

"What are you doing here? This is private property!" He said to the trio with a harsh voice.

Stiles was the first to speak, as usual. "Hey, sorry man we didn't know."

Scott nodded. "Yeah, we were just looking for something, I uh… Forgot it." his voice nervous and he felt even more nervous when Derek looked at him before tossing his inhaler at him and Scott caught it with no problem, causing Stiles and Charlotte to look at him with confusion. They all looked back to see Derek was no longer standing there, and Charlotte let out the breath that she didn't know she was holding.

"Okay," Scott said now that he got what he came for. "I have to go to work."

Stiles slapped his arm over Scott's chest. "Dude, do you know who that was?"
Scott shook his head, but it wasn't Stiles that got to answer.

"That was Derek Hale…" Charlotte said in a soft voice, and when she saw the odd looks the two younger boys were giving, she shook her head to clear her mind and cleared her throat. "I uh, I went to school with him… Same grade." She explained. "His house burned down like six years ago, his whole family died in it." Her voice softened again, feeling bad for what had happened to his family. Charlotte's family may have been smaller and a little broken, but she couldn't imagine losing her mom and brother in a fire like that. They were everything to her, they had always been there for her.

"What's he doing back?" Scott asked his sister, who shook her head.

He must know his sister is dead, but she didn't want to let them know she knew that… "Don't know." She shrugged. "Let's get out of here, though, before we get attacked by another herd of Stags and go down like Mufasa."

Stiles looked up at Charlotte. "Dude, really?"

Charlotte smiled at Stiles and turned to head out of the woods.

~~Chapter 2! Truth be told, I have the whole first episode written out... So, how you guys liking it so far? How do you feel about Charlotte? Don't forget to R&R!~~