Hey guys! I do not honestly remember if I mentioned this, but I really do need feedback on this so if you can help it try to read and review please? Here is the first part of the pilot. I had to split it up because it was so long so odds are I may be doing that with a lot of the episodes- chapters- here. I have to admit, this episode is big on the introductions so if things get a little slow, you can say I warned you in advance, but I promise things will pick up! Well, enjoy :)

The house near the edge of the doors remained silent, although the lights were on indicating it was still in use. Scott McCall ran up to the doorstep to his house, panting. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and maroon gym shorts with the Beacon Hills High School symbol on them. It may have seemed unusual for someone his age to be jogging out at this time of night, but he always found it relieving. Scott was focused on trying to improved himself for lacrosse so he could have the chance of becoming team captain. Not that he was power hungry or anything, just wanted to be better at it. Plus it wouldn't hurt that Jackson Whittemore, his – for lack of better terms- enemy, wouldn't be on top.

Fairly loud rustling went on out at the tree line, but granted Scott began his process of removing his earphones from his ears, it went unheard. Sweating through his clothes, he checked an invisible watch on his arm. "Looks like I just beat my time of a minute"

" Dude, you don't even have a watch on!"

Scott jumped a little and turned around to see his best friend, Stiles Stilinski, standing on his lawn with a strange look on his face.

"Geez, Stiles, give a warning next time, will you? And your doubts of me aren't all that helpful"

Stiles scoffed nonchalantly before replying, "Psh, who needs warnings anymore. I just saved a minute of your life by simply popping out of nowhere for dinner. By the way, I wasn't doubting you, just the fact that he seem to have poor vision.

Scott smiled back, shaking his head at his best friend." You're such a good friend. Next you'll tell me I'm not that good of a lacrosse player.

"Well…"

Scott gives Stiles a look. "Hey, you and I both know that if I suck, you must be at the bottom of the barrel

"Ouch, that really hurt, Scott. I'll be sure to remember that if we decide to rob a bank and the police only catch you."

"Um, that would never happen because you're too clumsy to rob a bank," Scott assured. He laughed at Stiles who gives a stern look. Scott then acts as if he is about to walk into the house, only to step into the door.

"And you say I'm clumsy.

Stiles walk past Scott, turns, the knob, and walks into the house. Scott, rubbing his head, begins to follow Stiles in but pauses and turns around. He looks into the street and driveway as if he heard a noise. After a moment of silence, he looks up at the waxing gibbous in the night sky before officially heading in. Behind a nearby tree, stood a shadow. However, the only noticeable feature that could be seen in the darkness was the glowing red eyes, peering directly at the McCall house.

The next morning gradually grew optimistic as the highly dense forest with sunlight beaming through many areas; roadways filled with cars rushing for work; townspeople going about daily lives. In the part of town with better housing was the large Martin house. Commonly known as one of the more wealthier townspeople, the Martins wee associated with a great amount of class and popularity.

Inside, Lydia Martin walked down the staircase. She was wearing a purple Crystal Leopard Crest Jeweled tunic top with jet black skinny jeans. Of course to top it all off, she wore purple high-heeled Red Bottoms, making noise before she even reached the bottom. All of this only added o he redhead's beauty. She had already eaten her breakfast and walked into the living room, waiting for Jackson, her boyfriend, to come pick her up. After a moment, she went into the bathroom for a last minute check and gasped.

"Oh my god, Lydia Martin, you have got to get yourself together." She sighed, looking through te mirror. "That is not the shade for you."

As Lydia proceeded to put a darker shade of red on her lips, a loud knocking on the door sounded through the house. She jumped, nearly causing a catastrophe to her face as she stared out of the bathroom in the direction of the door.

"Jackson, I am gonna kick your ass after I'm done applying this lip stick!"

Lydia paused, hearing a familiar upbeat female voice saying her name from outside. Groaning, she went to answer, revealing Lauren Martin, beautiful with long red hair and blue eyes and practically a somewhat older version of Lydia.

"My favorite sister! Did you miss me? Oh and Daddy! Leave him a tip!" Lauren chimed. She walked past Lydia into the living room, followed the cab driver who was bringing her belongings into house. The cab driver smiled when he was done and waited to receive a small wad of cash. Lydia raises an eyebrow.

Lydia smiled, but was obviously still in awe. "He's not here and neither is mom. They're on a retreat."

Lydia glares and smiles at the cab driver who expresses disappointment in his posture as he slowly exits the house. Lauren then approaches and hugs her.

" Isn't it amazing how I just showed up here? And you never said whether you missed me or not"

While embracing her sister, Lydia, rolled her eyes. "Of course, Lauren! How am I suppose to show up to school representing the Martin duo with only one Martin? Scientifically impossible, even though I've been doing it for a while now."

Lauren broke away from her sister, headed for the staircase. "Well I'm going to get ready. I have to look great for my grand entrance at school."

Lydia was about to reply with sound of a car horn could be heard. In a sense, it brought er relief, knowing full well who it was. Going back to the door and opening it, Lydia looked to see Jackson Whitmore sitting in his Porsche with striking facial features with toned physique. Watching the cab leave, Jackson turns his view to see the redhead leaving the house as Lydia made way over.

"What's the cab for?" he asked

"That was Lauren's. She's back and was doing some shopping apparently," Lydia replied, getting in and quickly kissing Jackson on the cheek nonchalantly.

Lauren walked outside, having changed into a white blouse and black skirt, and waved at Jackson who eventually gets out and hugs her.

"Lauren," Jackson greeted, "It's been a while. Glad to see you're making your return"

Lauren smiled. "Too long? I know, it's about time I blessed this town with my presence again"

Jackson grins and gets the door for her. Lauren thanks him and gets in. Lydia lowly scoffs, wondering why Jackson didn't do the same for her, but pushed it to the back of her mind as he got back inside. After a moment's pause, Jackson pulls off and begins the drive to school.

There's a clear awkward silence in the car with nobody willing the break the ice until the first person decided to talk.

"So, you two are dating? I would have never saw that coming," Lauren contended.

Lydia simply nodded,"Yeah, well, you would be surprised what happens when you're gone…"

Jackson glared over to Lydia, then looks into the rearview mirror at Lauren. "What she means is, we didn't expect it to happen, but it just did."

"It's something alright," Lydia retorted and did a simple hair flip.

Ignoring her, Jackson decided to change the subject for the better good. "I can't because I'm dreading today's practice. Coach is going to kill us for last night's loss."

Lauren leaned up and pats Jackson's arm with a smile. "Hey, at least all that practice is paying off. I can feel an improvement."

Jackson looked back at her, briefly looking satisfied before putting his eyes back on the road. Lydia was too busy rolling her eyes at Lauren to notice, obviously showing some aggravation. It then didn't take long for silence filled the car back to its awkward silence.

As morning was underway, Beacon Hills High School was starting yet another day of school. Many students who were outside strolled towards the doors. The overview of the school was fairly pleasant. In the far front of the opening part of the parking lot was the school sign with "Beacon Hills" engraved in alabaster. Aside from the widened lot, was a surrounding patch of well-cut grass. In addition to that, the school's exterior color was more so brown and black. Even if one would think it would give a negative vibe on first thought, it was surprisingly a lot comforting than it sounded.

In the school's hallway, many students could be seen in the midst of a class period change. While some were rushing to class others were heavily invested in conversations with their peers at lockers. Walking through the crowded hallway to their next class are Scott and Stiles with more liveliness than the previous night.

Scott constantly glanced at some of the girls the two passed. "You ever wonder what it would be like to find a decent girl?"

"Are you kidding me? I have found a decent girl," Stiles insisted.

"Come on, you and I both know Lydia Martin is too far out of your league."

"Lydia Martin is not and it's been proven. She's smart, just like I am, and happens to be the most beautiful thing to roam these halls. She is the epitome of perfection."

Scott shook his head in response to his friend which apparently was a signal for stiles to keep talking.

"See, she knows that it is in our best interest not to hit it off until after high school. She does have a reputation to uphold you know, Scott. Get with the program."

Patting Stiles shoulder, Scott whispered, "well, after your teen marriage and divorce, I'll be here for you.'

Stiles simply and politely took Scott's hand off his shoulder. " Scott, I'm not going to come back and join you in the world of forever loneliness. I'll be with the best thing ever- Lydia Martin. What about you?"

" What about me?"

"I don't see any ladies flocking over to your mating McCall."

"I just haven't found the right girl yet. I do know that if I-" at that point, Stiles already cut him off.

"Spare me the Romeo and no Juliet story. You have to go out there and oppose sex known as women!"

Just then, Lydia, Jackson, and Lauren walk by in the hallway. In reaction, Stiles flinches and practically pulls Scott in front of him as they walk by into class.

Scott laughed at stiles. "That was quite the embracement."

Scott then walked into class followed by a bashful Stiles. Inside, its quickly evident that nearly all the seats filled in class- Lauren and Lydia sitting near the front rows of the furthest row as Jackson and his lacrosse pals- Danny Mahealani and Jared Taylor- were seated near the back of the class. Scott moved to the opposite side of the room, only to be denied of any seats. He turned to see a distracted Stiles via Lydia. Why was this not surprising? Sighing, Scott walks over, grabs Stiles by his shirt and, to his demise, walked over to a pair of seats beside Jackson.

The duo glared down at Jackson anxiously who stared an intimidating glance their way as they sat down. Timidly, Stiles set his bag down and faced in the direction opposite of Jackson's to face Scott.

"Did we really have to sit next to him?" Stiles asked.

In response, Scott simply shrugged." I dunno, but you were the one staring at his girlfriend. Any second longer and you would have been up against that board quicker than chalk."

" ….you think Lydia would notice me then?"

Scott face palmed. Without any other words exchanged, class began bringing silence gradually into the classroom. Within minutes, just about every student show boredom - two lacrosse players were sleep while Stiles was to be in the midst of a fight against his eyes staying open, and Scott slouched in his chair. During all this, Lauren and Lydia took notes, mostly Lydia.

" Scott…if I don't make it to lunch, tell Ly-"

Stile paused and looked slightly sideways at Jackson, whose eyes darted directly to him. His eyes caused Stiles to flinch back and sit up straight.

"Never mind, I'm wide awake!"

Stiles' loud outburst caused the entire non-dormant portion of class to stare directly at him. In response, Stiles played it off as if nothing happened. Scott shook his head as he gazed outside, looking bored. However, all of that changed when a dark haired beauty opened the door. Allison Argent closed the door behind her while looking down at her schedule and sighing before handing it to the teacher. While waiting, she panned the small-organized sea of students. Scott's hypnotic gaze at her remained, showing admiration. After the teacher handed back her schedule, he directed her to the seat behind Lydia who, along with her sister, began to bombard the poor girl into conversation. Ending Scott's mesmerizing stare, Jackson suddenly hit his arm.

"How about you try to focus on something else like actually being worth something in practice?"

Jared smiled at Jackson and decided to join in. "So who else is looking forward to practice today?"

"Is it still considered practice when it's going to be nothing but the coach yelling at us and making us run," Danny added

Jackson then glared at Scott and Stiles. "Might as well consider it a death sentence."

"I should already plan my doctor's appointment," Jared complained. "Maybe get one with the hot physical therapist."

"You mean you haven't already?" Jackson challenged

The trio laughed as Scott turned away from them and back at Allison. He smiled, for once finding something interesting about the class.

School ended thirty minutes prior, leaving a good portion of the guys stuck in a grueling lacrosse practice. The field

The entire team can all be seen running around the edges of the field as COACH FINSTOCK shouts at them as he repeatedly blows his whistle. It's clear the boys are tired of running, but also that they have to continue

At the bleachers, Lydia and Lauren watching the boys From the side, Quinn Anderson- a pretty blonde- walked over to the bleachers while guiding her blind brother, Crosby Anderson, to the bleachers. Once there, they sat down and watched as well. This was either a sign that many students found a joy in watching the lacrosse team to this extent, or they just didn't have much of an outside life.

"Can you imagine having to do that?" Quinn asked.

Looking over at Quinn, Lydia answered, "Why imagine something I'm never going to?"

Lauren smiled and nodded defiantly. "True, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the view"

Quinn looked at the two sisters questionably. She had heard of Lauren Martin years ago and so remembered the name off of having a good memory. She then looked at her brother who frowned a little. "Yeah, well, unfortunately, not everybody can see."

Lauren rose an eyebrow and saw Crosby with his cane, still frowning before putting two and two together. "Oh my god, I'm sorry."

Crosby, and eventually Quinn, then began to chuckle. "Haha, I'm not sad about it. I actually enjoy it. Makes things more…peaceful."

Quinn smiled as Lauren looked at Lydia with a gasp. A lot looking Allison came from the walkway from school past the bleachers. Lydia saw her and called her name out. In response, Allison turns around to see the girls and hesitantly walks over and sat down.

"Glad you could join us," Lydia cheerfully greeted.

"Well, you sorta told me I had to come," Allison admitted.

"That's beside the point. You looked like you could use some friends."

Allison grinned and glared out on the field to see Scott. For some reason, had a weird feeling before going breathless for a moment at his features. The reaction caused her to instantly blush when he stared up at her. Lauren noticed.

"I definitely saw that," she pointed out

Allison was suddenly caught off guard and erased her blush. "Saw what?"

"That blush. It showed up the moment Scott McCall laid eyes on you."

Lydia practically dropped her jaw after hearing the words that left Allison's mouth. "Scott McCall? He's the one who is friends with that weirdo, Stiles!"

Allison glares at the girls and shook her head.

"No, it's nothing really,;' she declared.

"Yeah, well something is about to turn into nothing," Lauren insisted. She then looked at Lydia who apparently got the memo as she rose off of the bleachers and walked towards the field.

"What is she doing?" Allison asked.

Lydia reaches the field and stands on the sideline. Coach Finstock walks over to her, but she stops him short when she brings her index finger in the air, signaling him to stop walking to her.

"Scott!" Lydia shouted out directed at the field. Scott, who was talking to Stiles, looks at Lydia questionably before timidly walking to her. As he is about to speak, she cuts him off. "You see the new girl up there?" She momentarily points at Allison. "Well, she hasn't known you for more than a day and is crushing on you. How that is possible? Blame hormones. Anyways, she would like to hang out with you so much, the proposal of a date only at the hands of you winning your tomorrow is in motion. So, you better play good or else you'll be walking home alone. Like always."

Lydia looked over at a wooing Stiles, then Jackson before making way back to the bleachers. Scott, who was still surprised, looked over to Allison and smiled before walking over to Stiles.

Lydia reached the bleachers and sat down, staring at Allison. "If they win, you and Scott McCall are going on a date."

Allison's jaw nearly dropped as she stared down at the field once more at Scott.

"Close that mouth and save it for your date!" Lauren gestured. Quinn couldn't help but weakly smile, but partially rolled her eyes as she looked back at her brother. Allison on the other hand closed it, but was unable to hide her excitement.

Distantly, from the tree line, nineteen year old Derek Hale watched the field. Tall with dark hair and piercing green eyes, he stood, thinking. He had many memories of the school he once attended. The place where he felt comfortable. That was until he got the news of the fire that killed his family. Since then, he had left the school with his older sister Laura and finally decided to pay a visit. So far it didn't seem to have changed much, but he did get a vibe from someone on the field and bleachers for that matter. A dark vibe. After a few minutes, he stared off sideways into the trees before stepping back into the woods to his house.

With due time, morning turned into the afternoon in Beacon Hills. It was moderately sunny with clouds spurting throughout the sky. Back into the woods, some birds could be heard chirping and few tree animals scurried about- showing morel liveliness than the previous night. Walking through the trees was twenty year Angelo De Cameron, standing tall, and well-shaped with handsome features overall. He gave off the vibe as if he had a curious, yet determined mindset. He had just recently established himself in Beacon hills days earlier, but had quite the reason to be so. He sighed, looking around as if he were observing the area and then paused as he sniffed the air.

"That's two," he affirmed, turning his head as if it would help him think about the task at hand. He paused suddenly, smelling once again. "…no, that's three. Three different scents. Damn this place must get crowded at night."

Angelo continued to walk by until he made yet another sniffing gesture. His ears perked up and hesitantly, he began to walk into the direction he was with a faster pace. As he got quicker he made notice of his surroundings, including sounds from behind him, but remained calm and continued. After a few minutes, he reached an opening and progressed out before setting his eyes on a two-story house that looked in need of a few renovations. Angelo paced himself towards the house before pausing and turning around. Expecting to see something or someone behind him, he only saw trees and nothing else. He shook his head and approaches the door, mentally chuckling at himself for the unnecessary paranoia.. Erasing his expression of caution and replacing it with a more content one, he raised his ears up once more, listening to a voice from the interior of the house.

"Laura? Laura are you here?"

Grinning, Angelo knocked on the door. He could hear following noises from the inside until a silence came before the door opened, revealing Derek.

"What do you want?" Derek greeted, smug.

"I wanted to catch up on hold times. It's been a while you know." Angelo then spoke in a serious tone. "Plus I need your help."

Derek laughed. "You need my help? Why would I want to help you?"

"Even though we have not talked in years, we are still friends."

"One sided. Maybe," Derek spoke.

Derek looks at Angelo, crossing his arms. Angelo glared right back at Derek knowing the odds of him getting into the house were slim to none.

Instead of showing his already gradual frustration, Angelo grinned. "Well, are you going to let me in or are you going to emphasize on the phrase 'keep the dog out'?"

"I think you can tell me all you need to tell me right here."

Sighing and taking a deep breath- knowing he officially wasn't getting in- Angelo went to explain himself. "My home was overrun by something or someone. I was nearly killed but managed to escape with my mother. I managed to get a scent or something and it is clear there are some ties in this town of yours. I plan to recruit others to help me as I go back home to end the threat."

Derek tensed, increasing his intently stare as he acknowledged what he was told. "So you want to turn people.'

"For now, I'm just observing and I'll go from there. If I can get answers, I may be able to take them alone. Granted this town isn't full of badass wannabes."

"Well you're looking for hunters, not werewolves," Derek said before staring out to the woods. "Where's has the scent led you?"

"The woods, center of town, Beacon Hills High School, and the sheriff's department. There was another scent, but I'm focused on these."

Angelo suddenly pauses, sniffing the air again.

"Is it all one person?" Derek continued, receiving a shrug from Angelo.

"I want to believe so but...I have my doubts." He then turned his attention to the woods as well. "Do you smell that?"

"What am I supposed to be smelling for?" Derek asked, sniffing as well.

"It smells…it smells like something's dead," Angelo said and looked at Derek. "Did you kill?"

Derek quivered his head. "I haven't killed in a few days."

Derek then walked out of the house, closing the door behind himself. Angelo continued to sniff the air before backtracking into the woods, followed by Derek. Going further within, both Derek and Angelo express more revolted facial expressions. Eventually, Angelo saw a toppled over oak tree and covered his nose, stepping closer. He then looked down then just in time to see the corpse of the attacking man from the previous night viciously mauled. Across the chest was a long slash with three dark gashes. Also, the neck had a noticeable part of it detached and missing.

Derek grimaced before consistently swapping glares between the body and Angelo.

"Did you do this?"

"Do I look like I did this?" Angelo retorted

"You could have. Easily."

"Give me some credit, I at least clean up after my meal. Besides, I don't kill. On purpose."

"Ok then, do you know who this is?"

Angelo kneeled down and examines the body before shaking his head. "No...I don't. Maybe she was a local. Whatever did this, it wasn't normal. It could have possibly been a werewolf or maybe even a Hunter, possibly Argent."

"Argents? Did you bring them here?"

Scoffing and standing, Angelo replied, "I doubt they were the ones who attacked me. Besides, nobody really knows I'm here."

"Good, no one should have to know because you won't be here long."

"I'll be here however long I am, like it or not. The dead body near your lovely home, mind telling me what caused a stick to be shoved up your ass?."

"Well your here in town, and given our history, you're the last person I want to see. Plus, tonight is the full moon and I have kiddies to lock up," Derek proclaimed.

"Our history? I didn't realize I was the worse person in the world. It's funny how people judge me off of the actions of my family." Angelo gave a questionable stare to Derek who simply planted a sarcastic smile across his face.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills."

"Where the nicest people in the world live," Angelo added and looked back down at the body. "We're gonna have to hide this thing. Don't want this getting public so we'll just have to bury it."

Giving Angelo a look, Derek said, "Just to let you know, I'm not going to go on some wild goose chase when that may not even have anything to do with me."

"Surprise of the century. Now let's go get some shovels so we can get this over and done with. I'm assuming you have a shed considering the state of your house so lets get a move on."

Angelo sighed, looking around for a moment to see if it could possibly help in some way. After no success, Angelo and Derek begin walking back towards the shed belonging to Derek's family. One there, and Derek opening it, they grabbed shovels. Angelo made a mental note to repay a visit to the shed given it was fairly spacious with many utensils that could come in handy for him in the future. Afterwards, the duo returned to the untouched corpse.

"By the way I hope you don't expect me to do all the work," Angelo remarked as he set his shovel into the ground

"Yes, yes I did."

"Learn to expect the unexpected. You will last a whole lot longer."

Derek rolled his eyes, "I've been doing fine until you showed up."

"Well, given I haven't killed anybody yet I'd say you're doing fine. Then again, there is a dead body here near your house so maybe you aren't doing fine."

Derek groaned before inserting his shovel into the dirt. "Just start digging."

Angelo smiled at Derek, feeling as though he was right. He then tightened his grip on his shovel and joined Derek in digging a grave.

Unknown to them, the killer of the body in front of them was watching- contemplating when the right time would be for them to meet their end.