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An: I love when ff decides I don't need bold or italics in my stories. No, its cool. Just pull those right out. Thank you all for the reviews, I thoroughly enjoy reading your feedback. And yes, it is Gemma Ward I imagined Ofelia after. Also, this chapter opens with a little bit of the teens, so you can get a feel of what's going down.
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"Hey."
"Hey."
Scott looked over at his best friend, who simply sat on the lunch bench, pushing his food around with a heavy air. The events of the Winter Formal had been hard on them all, and where as Scott had at least gotten a little smidge of happiness out of it, Stiles had gotten none.
"Any word on Lydia yet?" The young Were asked, picking up his fork but not doing much with it. He wanted good news on the strawberry blonde, but already knew it would be bad.
Stiles just shrugged, stabbing a piece of brocili with an almost vicious movement. "She's breathing. The doctors put her in a medically induced coma, her seizures have stopped but not much else good has come." He looked up and met Scott's gaze with a blank one. "You here from Derek?"
The other boy shook his head, "Not since he got out of police questioning." He answered honestly. It had only been a week since the winter formal, and it had only been four days since he'd last seen Derek Hale. The older male's glowing red eyes had seemed far more dangerous than Peter's had been. "He told me he wouldn't force me into a pack, that eventually I'd come to him."
Stiles was quiet for a moment, staring at a dot on the table as if it held all the answers to the universe. "And?" He asked softly, never looking up. "Will you?"
Scott just shook his head, "I don't know."
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Her paperwork was in, all forged but all perfect.
Ofelia Rosénte was now an American citizen and all it took was a trip to her mail box.
One she took with the utmost paranoia.
Not because forging documents was beyond illegal, but because their was an Alpha somewhere around her and it made the blonde beyond nervous. It made her careful too though. She'd kept her doors all locked and her blinds pulled tight, not that any of that would be much help. She'd seen the strength of an Alpha before, he could tear through her one bedroom cottage like it was a plastic playhouse.
And as she sipped her coffee, sitting on the empty kitchen floor, she wondered if he would.
Her last pack had been monsters, and she had fit right in. They'd held a home the out back of Australia, hunting and killing whatever entered their land. It had been a dirty life, but it had also been one that was held off the grid. No one had been able to find them and if they did, they didn't live to tell about it.
They had been outcast Weres. Ones that couldn't live in cities or towns with normal lives and day jobs. Ones that couldn't be around people. But they were gone now, and she was the only survivor.
She wouldn't fall prey to pack life again. Packs were easy to find, ties got you scars and nothing more.
Downing the last of her coffee she stood and placed her mug in the sink, gathering her paperwork and trudging to her bedroom. She had a job interview in twenty minutes and she didn't plan to miss it.
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She was a very good hider, but she didn't take heed to the one problem with living in a relatively small town. People talked. And they talked loud.
After only ten minutes in the parking lot of the hair salon, Derek heard what he was looking for breeze through the open windows of the shop.
"Oh yes, a young thing to! In her twenties." One female voice said, a realestate agent for the area. "She bought the little cottage on the outs of town, in cash!"
Derek smirked, shaking his head. Cash left no trail, but it did leave suspicion.
"Its not finalized, yet though." The woman continued as he was about to start his car, "She's coming to my office tonight, to finish the papers up. She didn't have all of her paperwork yet, from another country you know."
Derek stilled his hand on his keys, she hadn't had her paperwork? He assumed she was waiting for forged documents to arrive. She'd paid in cash for a home in the middle of the woods and hadn't had her papers at the ready. She was hiding something. And that something had to be trouble.
With a growl he turned his car on and backed out, ignoring the women's voices as they chattered about whatever is was women felt the need to discuss.
He had a problem to fix, and he knew just where to find her.
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"Yes ma'am, I do know how to use an electronic card catalog system." Ofelia nodded, smiling at the elderly woman across from her.
Muriel Spin was set to retire next week, leaving her job as the librain for the Beacon Hill's library open for the taking. And the blonde was the only one who wanted to take it.
Mrs Spin smiled in that old lady way and folded her hands in her lap, "Good, because it took me half a year to figure the damn thing out I'd rather not have to teach it to anyone." She nodded to Ofelia, who just laughed. She'd learned how to use a computerized card catalog in her last year of High School in New York, when she was hiding there amongst the millions.
But Muriel didn't need to know that.
"Why don't you take a little tour 'round the shelves, deary while I busy myself with setting you up in the computers?" The elderly woman suggested as she rose. Ofelia knew she was going to do a background check, and she knew she'd find a spotless record.
Her forgers were seamless, it would tell the woman she'd been a United States citizen for three days and that she'd been perfect in Aussie. She even had faked school records, and thankfully a new liscence.
'No need to have Sheriff Stili
nski on my trail.' She thought as she trailed through the aisle, scanning the books.
It was when she got to an aisle dedicated to the supernatural that she paused.
The books ranged from new to old, the aisle housing everything from foolish supernatural romance novels to ghost stories. But there was one book on the bottom shelf that caught her attention.
Worn at the spine and old, it was half off the shelf as if it had been hastily shoved there. She knelt down careful of her tight, knee-length pencil skirt, and plucked the book.
A History Of Werewolves, Lycans, And Their Hunters.
Her brow furrowed as she flipped to the back, pulling out the card that held its past check-outs. Only ten people in the past twelve years the book had been there. And the most recent three had been marked out with black marker, but the dates stayed in the open.
They'd all checked out the book in the past month.
Her eyes scanned down the list and suddenly stopped on the one name she never wanted to see.
Argent.
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There was no one home.
Nothing but boxes filled the house, but there was a bed in the only bedroom and a couch in the center of the small livingroom. Derek had followed a trail of discarded clothing to the bedroom to find a messy bed in a vanilla scented room. He found a manilla envelope on a nightstand and snatched it up.
Inside was quite the stash of documents.
Mulitiple birth certificates that all held different names, but the same year of birth, and the social security cards that went with them. As well as an envelope housing more than a dozen identification cards. All held a picture of the girl he'd almost caught yesterday, but they were all under a different name.
They ranged from several states when she was seventeen until she was eighteen, then the cards switched to Canada, and finally, Australia acounted for the newest card. He tucked them all away and back in the folder, pulling out the last sheet.
It was blood stained and unreadable, but it was a certificate for live birth, the blue edging blurred purple.
He assumed from the aged look that this was the true paper, but other than a birthdate of March 19 and that her father's name was William, he was given no information.
He stuffed them back away and placed the folder back on the nightstand.
With a frown he tossed the hat on the bed as a show he'd been there and exited from the back door. He'd find more out about this 'Ofelia', if that was her real name.
And if she were a threat, he'd remove her.
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"And the Argents? What about them? Have they just given up?" Stiles questioned as he sat at Scott's desk at his home, throwing a lacrosse ball from hand to hand. The hospital had told him no visits for Lydia today, and he need his best friend to distract him.
Scott was happy to oblige, feeling a small part guilty for all that had happened. It wasn't his fault though, he had no control over Peter and his actions.
"I don't know, Allison's dad didn't kill me, but Peter killed Kate and that could bring more out." Scott answered, staring at his ceiling. "I don't know what to do, I have Allison back, but her Dad still wants to kill me." He crossed his arm over his head, groaning.
Stiles threw the lacrosse ball at him. "So what happens if the Argents set Beacon Hills as their 2011 family reunion spot?" He asked, pretending that he didn't throw the ball. "You think they'll get you?" He leaned back in the chair, watching his friend.
Scott sighed, "If more come...I'll have to join with Derek." He answered honestly, "I've learned my limits, I can't do this on my own."
"He knows that more are comming." Stiles suddenly blurted, eyes wide. Scott sat up ad gave him a confused look. "Derek! Derek knows! That's why he isn't making you join! He knows you'll have to come to him!"
Scott just groaned again, wrapping his arms around his head as he flopped down. The last thing he needed was more Argents.
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The last thing she needed was more Argents.
The Argent who had checked out the book had been a woman named Kate, and she had checked it out seven years ago. But she could still be lurking in town.
After writting down the name of the book in her phone, Ofelia had met Muriel at the front desk, thanking the woman for the job. The elderly librian had thanked her in return and had told her she started Monday at six am, and not to be late.
As soon as she'd left the building Ofelia stopped at the phone booth on the side walk, peeling open the directory and scanning the names.
No Argents resided in the pages and she breathed a sigh of relief. But her relief wasn't long lived.
An old newspaper page laid on the floor, holding a week old article from the front page.
Gazing down she read what was unsmudged.
A woman was found dead.
A woman who was possibly the arsonist for a house fire that had killed a dozen people.
A woman who was found in the ruins of that house.
A woman who was none other than Kate Argent.
"Well, I guess I don't have to worry about her anymore." The girl muttered quietly, grabbing her motorcycle helmet from atop the phone. She gave one last glance to the paper memorizing the names.
Apperantly the housefire had held only three survivors, one female, who was now dead, and two males. Peter and Derek Hale.
She made a note to try to find out as much as she could about the Hale fire.
It seemed her new job as a librarian was a good choice for her investigative streak.
Slidding onto her bike she waited as a black Camaro passed her before pulling onto the road. She didn't know why, but the car and its tinted windows gave her a nervous shiver.
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Ofelia was careful as she browsed through the supermarket, keeping her eyes everywhere. She could never be too safe when it came to being in public.
She clutched the handle of the elbow basket with a nervous grip, throwing in the things she needed right then. She made a note that the next time she went shopping, she'd do it early in the morning or late at night. The six o'clock, fresh from work crowd was making her jumpy.
Gritting her teeth to keep from twitching, she reached up for a container of coffee. Her hand brushed someone elses and she jumped back as if the coffee had burst into flames.
Shocked by her movement, the other woman gasped, pulling her hand to her chest as if she too had been burned.
Hidding her now clawed fingers behind her back, Ofelia gave the woman a very shaky laugh. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She pushed her hair from her face and looked at the scrub clad woman.
She laughed as well, "You pulled away so fast I thought something bit you!" She was an older woman, with a name tag penned to her chest.
Melissa McCall.
"I'm a little jumpy lately." Ofelia offered, grabbing the coffee and handing it to the older woman. She accepted, throwing it in her buggy. "Maybe I should switch to de-caff." She smiled, and the woman smiled back.
"I think I should take the same route." The woman replied, even though she had accepted the coffee. Ofelia reached up and grabbed another container, putting it in her basket. "Are you new?" She suddenly asked, tilting her head. "I've never seen you before."
The blonde bit the inside of her mouth, but still answered. "Yes, I just moved into town yesterday." She told Melissa, arranging her coffee around the other foodstuffs nervously. "Well, I made it here day before yesterday, at around eleven."
The woman nodded, leaning against her buggy in a pose that signified she wished to speak longer. Ofelia almost groaned allowed. "Really, where from?" She asked, genuinely interested. The young Were wished a hole to appear in aisle Seven, that would suck her down it.
"Sidney, Australia." She smiled, watching the McCall woman's eyes go wide as she whistled lowly. "I've lived there most of my life." 'Most of my life as a Werewolf at least.' She thought, wondering how long the woman would want to talk for. Surely not long.
Hopefully.
Melissa bobbed her brunette head, "How nice. I've always thought Sidney was beautiful." She smiled wide and Ofelia just nodded. She'd lived in the outback, the only times she'd been in Sidney were on her was to the docks for the boat rides to and from America. "How's the Opera house? Did you ever go?"
Ofelia almosy squealed in gratitude as a young male, his scent proving him to be Melissa's son, showed up to drag her away.
"Mom, I've got a date with Allison tonight, come on." He whined in typical teen fashion. He didn't even look Ofelia's way as she grabbed a jar of Coffeemate. "I don't want to be late."
Melissa smiled, "Kids." She told Ofelia, obviously ignoring the fact that the girl was visibly in her early twenties. "I'm Melissa McCall, by the way." She introduced, extending her hand. "And this is my son, Scott."
"Ofelia." The blonde answered simply, shaking the woman's hand. Scott gave her a nod, and she returned it, never giving him a second glance. "It was nice meeting you." She said politely and Melissa returned the sentiment before being dragged away by her son.
Ofelia sighed, running her hand through her hair. She needed a drink. She should have had her id forged to say 21.
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He followed her through the aisles of the market, watching as she unknowingly spoke with Scott's mother. A beta werewolf couldn't scent another werewolf, so she stood with in arms reach and didn't even know.
He threw random items in his buggy, as not to arouse suspicion as he followed his prey. As that's what the girl was now. Prey.
She only got a few items, mostly frozen foods and pastas with jarred sauces. She got a two liter of Coke, but her eyes lingered on the liquor aisle for a moment.
He understood her want. It was stressful being what they were.
When she got the the register she paid in cash, throwing a Cosmo magazine on the belt as her purchases were rung up.
She didn't even notice him watching, but he noticed the people watching him.
He left his buggy and followed her out.
He'd parked his Camaro far from her bike, even though he'd drove past her once already. She didn't know his car.
She slid the brown paper back into a backpack and looked up at the darkening sky, Derek did too.
It was going to rain.
When he looked back down she was already speeding off, she'd distracted him.
She knew.
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Ofelia was careful of traffic laws as she passed through a yellow light, zooming on the road. The speed limit was 40 and she stayed going just that.
The Alpha was three cars back, the engine on his Camaro loud.
She'd smelled him the minute he walked out of the store behind her, his scent passing her on a small wind. She'd pretended to not notice, looking up at the sky. When he looked up too, she bolted.
It seemed the Alpha of Beacon Hills was easy to trick.
She turned into her wooded driveway sharply, almost crying in relief as the black Camaro didn't turn in after her.
She parked the bike under the small overhang, forgoing the extra cover as she darted to her door.
She pulled her keys to the lock with shaking hands, her helmet still on her head. But as she grabbed the door knob to the back door, the door slid open.
It was already unlocked.
Someone had been in her house.
Taking off her helmet, she put her head in the door, listening carefully.
Nothing. No heart beat, no footsteps.
But it smelled just like the alpha had.
Woodsy and smokey, dark.
"Son of a bitch!" She threw her helmet on the ground, growling as she shrugged out of her bag. The back door opened into the kitchen and she placed it on the counter there.
Smelling the air she stomped through the house, slamming open her bedroom door.
He'd invaded her space, he'd broken into her home.
He'd put her hat on her bed?
She picked the thing up and sighed. He'd followed her scent.
But she knew he hadn't tracked her just to return her hat. He'd left it to show he'd been there, even though his scent hung thick in the air. He'd left it to intimidate her, just like when he'd stalked her through the market.
She was his prey now. And he wanted her to know that.
Before, she had been afraid, worried by what he'd do. But now that he'd issued this insult, she was furious.
She'd wait for his next showing with no fear. Alpha or not, she was no ones prey.
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Derek waited in the woods, smirking as she cursed.
Her emotions had gone from fearful to enraged. He'd hoped that she leave, but it seemed she took his presence as a challenge.
Good. It would give him something to occupy his time with.
At least until the other Argent's came.
Getting back into his car he watched as a silver Porsche sped past him.
Maybe he should pay Jackson a little visit, after all they still had unfinished business.
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An: Well, there's that. Only a tad bit longer. I added the bit about Scott and his mom because I wanted to show that werewolves couldn't sense other werewolves, I kept it to only betas though. And yes, her job as a librarian will come in handy. And no, Muriel the librarian will never show up again. I'm sorry if you got attached. That bit about Jackson, well you'll have to wait and see. ;) So, there you go. Leave a review to make me write faster.