Biting the Silver Bullet
By wolfgal97
Chapter One
Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome and Pissy
I woke up to the sound of breaking glass, which wasn't that abnormal in the Snow house. I didn't shoot up in bed in a panic like I used to when I was a little kid, so innocent to the ways of idiots. Instead, I just rolled over and tried to ignore the sounds of yelling until I was fully awake. When the cursing came, I pulled the pillow over my head to block it out. I really had an issue with bad words. It's rude, immature, and it makes the speaker sound like a moron.
When the loud, swearing person came into my room, I thought it best to pretend I was asleep. "This is my house now, and I want all the paperwork done! Next time, I won't buy a house through you guys!" My father, Alexander Snow ended the phone call abruptly, smashing his grubby thumb on the button.
"Get up! It's bad enough that I have to deal with a stupid agent. I don't need a lazy, worthless daughter on top of it!"
*Good morning to you too, dad.* I sat up slowly in bed, continuing my act of having been asleep. As you can see, my father has a stellar personality and should get some award for "biggest mouth on a jerk-off" if they ever invented it.
"Get up and get ready. You got school today. I'm going to work." I didn't disobey him after last time. The first time after mom ran off leaving me alone with Prince Charming over there that I got brave enough to stand up to him for the names and verbal abuse, he started with the physical. I didn't have brave moments anymore.
He then left the room to head off to his job, which was working at a bar. When no one was looking, I knew he stole a few swigs of the alcohol because he would come home with his breath smelling like it. He would also be ten times meaner than he was when he left.
I thought about what I could figure from that nasty phone call. I knew that by "agent" Alex, which is what I call my dad, meant the people who sold us this house in Beacon no-one-frigging-lives-here Hills. I hadn't wanted to come to this town, but I suspected Alex did something not totally legal back in Georgia. So he found the smallest town possible in one of the largest states.
I didn't have that many things, so I had already unpacked my five boxes that had carried my life from one side of the country to the other. They lay outside for the garbage truck to get. I had an emergency back under my bed that I always kept packed. It was there so that if I got the chance to run away, I could take it. It had a roll of money in it, a few sets of clothes and my stuffed animal I used to cuddle. It was a little husky plush I had named Wolfy when I was six. Every once in a while, when storms get really bad, I pull out Wolfy to keep me company.
I pulled on a few layers of tank tops on with jeans. Then I put a light jacket over it. I had a 'messy but cute' look about me. I didn't bother much with my hair other than brushing through it just to muss it with my long fingernails that had chipping blue paint on them. My hair wasn't one of my favorite features, being too long for my taste, but I was too lazy to get it cut. It was long, reaching down to my lover back on its longest layers and my shoulders on its shortest. It was a warm dark brown color like melted chocolate.
My favorite feature about myself was my eyes. Most brunettes have brown eyes that burn like embers. I was a rare case, sporting blue eyes that looked as if they had been chipped off of iced sapphire. In pictures, my eyes stand out, giving glares that could freeze the soul.
They're inherited from my MIA mother, only she had blond hair that used to look like embodied moonlight. I used to love my mom's hair. I would brush and braid it. But that was years ago, and there's no use in remembering her. I would never see that woman again.
When I heard the front door slam, it meant it was safe to move about the house without suffering the Wrath of Stupid. Knowing this, I walked through the little house to the even smaller kitchen. I made a bowl of cereal to curb my always starving appetite. My tummy rumbled just from watching the milk dribble over the little fruity pebbles. I hadn't eaten all yesterday. I had been too busy unpacking during breakfast. Alex had accused me of eating his sandwich for lunch, forcing me to go without dinner. I hadn't even eaten the dumb thing! He had done it while he was drunk the night before.
The food was so tasty, that I savored each bite. I wiggled my tongue around, tasting the wonderful flavors. When the bowl was disappointingly empty, I washed it and placed it back to remove evidence that could earn me a beating. By the time I was done doing this, it was time for me to go to school. I went to my little silver Dodge Neon that sat in the front driveway. I always kept it clean and in good condition. At least it looked better than my dad's crappy little car.
I made the drive to Beacon Hills high school, where I was supposedly going to finish out the rest of my schooling years. Seeing as we move constantly, seven times in the last two years, I highly doubt this. Because we move so much, I never have enough time to make friends, or hardly even meet people. Thus, losing what I had of social skills.
I had learned a long time ago that it was just best to listen to people than to do any talking myself. It's easier because I don't have to worry about saying something rude or politically incorrect to the teen society standards. Not that I care what others think. I just don't like to start drama.
I pulled into the wide parking space at the small school, not wanting to deal with the stress of being around other people. I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and made my way to the double door entrance of the school. I accidentally ran into some girl on the way in, resulting in me falling on my butt. I didn't know it at the time, but falling on my butt because of this girl is one of the reasons I died. I know you don't get it now, but you will later when you find out who's connected to this girl.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" The girl with dark waves of hair offered me a hand up. I took it and let her help me to my clumsy feet, grabbing my bag along the way.
"It's fine. I would have fallen over my own two feet if you hadn't broken my record of not falling for twenty-four hours. My name's Regan Snow and this is my unsuccessful first day at Beacon Hills."
"My name's Allison. Allison Argent. I'm new here too, but I've been here a few days. We should totally hang out some time. Have you gotten your schedule yet?"
"Yeah, they mailed it to me. Looks like I have..." I dug out the folded piece of paper from my bag to see what my first class ways. "... College Bound English?"
"That's my first hour. I'll show you the way." So, I allowed Allison to be my guide. She got me to my first class in one piece, so I assumed she wasn't too bad. I was so happy when the teacher didn't make me stand up and introduce myself. Instead, she just mentioned my name and left it at that. Thank you, Teach.
Loyal little Allison sat next to me, but she seemed to be taking a great interest in a dark haired boy in front of her. I watched them flirt in a sick, gooey way until she noticed my icy gaze. "Scott, this is the newer than me girl, Regan Snow. Regan, Scott McCall."
"Hey, cool to meet you," Scott said, shaking my hand. Tried to smile and be friendly, but I found it hard. As nice as Scott seemed, something wasn't quite right about him. It was in the eyes. Something wild was there, just under the surface.
I paid attention to the lesson for the rest of class, taking neat notes with my loopy handwriting. When the bell rang, I packed up my stuff and headed to Chemistry. It was down the hall and to the right of my locker. Mr. Harrison, the teacher signed me up with a lab partner, who happened to be this very good looking guy. Sadly, everything about him screamed "I'm a jock!" Jocks, I could deal with. But pig-headed ones were a problem.
Jackson had a total cool persona. Add that with nice build and spiky hair and you get Jackson in a box. He didn't even say hi when we met. He just nodded. I knew from this point on that it was going to be a long year.
I noticed he was texting someone under the table as the teacher ranted on and on about boring things we would never use in real life. The person replying was named Lydia. "Lydia is your girlfriend?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but yeah, she is." His tone was snarky, and I understood it well. And yet, I pressed on.
"Finding out who my mysterious new lab partner is sounds way better of a waist of my life than listening to Bill Nye the Science Guy over there." Jackson laughed at my joke, but it was a short laugh. He went back to ignoring me, so I sighed and gave up. But then, I noticed his eye watching me from an angle.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer."
"'I'm just trying to figure out where you came from."
"Georgia. Now go back to your texting."
"No. You come from the south, but have no accent?"
"I've moved lots of places." Why had he suddenly become interested? I tried to look like I was reading until I heard Jackson sigh. It wasn't an annoyed one, but almost sad. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Not that you'd care."
"Liar. Try me."
He shook his head, spikes swaying. "You probably think I'm a dumb lacrosse player who is only concerned about popularity. But that would be wrong."
"Did I say anything of the sort?" I had thought it though. It was odd how Jackson read me so well.
"No, but it's what most people think. Be honest. You thought, 'Oh, great. Another jock.' Admit it."
"I did. But that's not what I'm thinking now." He froze, not expecting me to truly admit my thoughts.
"Well, what are you thinking now?"
"I'm thinking, 'Poor boy. What happened to him to think so lowly of people?' I have my own reasons for being antisocial. But you? You feed from attention from your peers, don't you?"
He was silent for a moment, considering what I said. "Yeah, I do. But you, why do you hate people? You pretty, you could choose to be popular. Why not?"
"I don't like people. You can't trust anyone. And besides, I'm not brave or outgoing or strong. I'm just Regan, and people can take me from who I am, or leave me behind." Seeing the teacher was beginning to catch on about our conversation, so we both looked at the board while Jackson got the last word in.
"You're alright, Regan. Sit with me at lunch." I nodded, telling him I would. Then the bell rang. Jackson grabbed my stuff for me, proving me wrong that he was only a rude jock. I felt almost bad for thinking that now, but it was in my nature to think the worst of people. He walked me to my locker, leaving me only when a strawberry blond walked by. When he kissed her, I assumed she was Lydia.
When he finished kissing her, he pulled her over to me. I could see her pale green olive eyes summing me up, cold and calculating. I smiled, knowing I intimidated her enough that she considered me competition with Jackson.
"Babe, this is the new girl. Her name is Regan Snow. She's my lab partner."
"I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you, but we have to be going. Don't want to be late for class, do we?"
I smirked at her tone, "Of course. See you soon, Lydia."
When they left, I got the rest of my books from my locker and headed to Economics. The teacher, Coach Bobby Flinstock, didn't seem like he was the brightest bulb in the box. In fact, he's just plain dumb. I noticed the boy named Scott was in the back of the room with a cute boy who had a buzz cut. He saw me come in and waved me over to the pair.
"Hey, Regan. You can sit with us. This is Stiles Stilinski." Stiles offered my his hand and I took it, truly smiling at the boy. Something about him screamed, "I'm adorable. Love me!" His dancing brown eyes were warm embers. He had an adorable baby face, but I could see faint signs of worry lining the smooth skin. Stiles was more stressed than normal.
"Hey, just wanted to let you know now I never shut up." I laughed at his honesty, which I admired. I made a point to be brutally honest, myself.
"That's fine. I hardly talk at all, so you can just fill in for me." I slid in the seat next to Stiles.
"So let's get to know each other. Favorite color?"
I giggled at the question. "Blue."
"Favorite food?"
"Oh, steak easily."
"Hmm, good choice. Ok," he paused, thinking of a new question for me. "Favorite animal?"
"Wolves."
He went rather pale, and I saw Scott blink hard. I raised an eyebrow in question.
"That's very original..." Scott commented in a cool tone.
"I've never claimed to be normal. I'm the weird girl who's favorite monster is werewolves. I used to watch the classic horror movies; I read all the fiction on werewolves. When I was little, I used to want to be a werewolf. Crazy, huh?"
"Yeah, crazy." Scott became suddenly very interested in the lesson.
"What's with him?" I whispered to Stiles. He sent me a sad smile.
"Nothing really, he just doesn't like wolves."
The rest of class continued until lunch break. I found out that all the new people I had met today all sat together, which worked out well for me. I was introduced to Danny, who happens to be the gay goalie. He seemed really nice, especially since he didn't ask me a lot of questions.
Lunch was fine, filled with light conversation that I didn't really take part in unless I was directly asked something. Apparently, Scott was going to Allison's house to study later tonight. I figured he'd be fully schooled in female anatomy if the session went as planned.
The lunch bell rang, so I went to my next class which I had with Stiles, Allison, and Jackson. Towards the end of class when we needed to use our books, Jackson had to go get his from his locker because he had accidentally gotten his history book. A few moments after he left, I had a random coughing fit. It got so bad, the teacher told me to go get a drink. I gulped the water from the nearest fountain down fast. When I composed myself, I realized there were people speaking.
"Fine. I'll find him myself," said a gruff voice. I may have been mistaken, but the speaker sounded slightly in pain. I peered around the corner down the hall. There, Jackson and another boy were talking. Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Pissy had pale skin and raven black hair that spiked more naturally than Jackson's did. He also seemed impossibly more filled out than Jackson in that dark, tight shirt and leather jacket, yet he wasn't that much older.
"I'm not finished with you," Jackson said, trying to hold the other guy back from walking away. Out of defense, the other guy spun surprisingly gracefully around to pen Jackson against the lockers. I didn't gasp at the violence like Lydia may have. I had been hardened by the stuff that happens at home to much to be shocked.
The older boy let go of Jackson and went the other way down the hall while Jackson assessed his neck. It seemed to be... bleeding? I went back to class, trying to pretend I didn't what had happened when the final bell rang, telling me I have lived through my first day. I tried to slither out of class unnoticed, but Allison joined me.
"Where were you? Did you get lost or something?"
"No, I just was thirsty. Allison, is there by any chance a boy who goes to this school who's tall, pale, black hair and darkly handsome?"
She laughed at my question but shook her head. "No, not that I know of. It sounds to me like you're talking about Derek Hale. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Derek Hale? Who's that?"
"Just some guy. He's only a few years older than us. I don't know much about him other than he seemed pretty nice. I was stuck at a party and had no ride, so he took me home. Perfect gentlemen. I think he's a friend of Scott's. Speaking of him, I have to get home."
"Ok. See you later." When Allison left, I went to my car. I noticed Scott was putting someone into the jeep Stiles was driving. I could have sworn it was that Derek guy, too. My question was, why would he be in a school if he wasn't a student? Oh, and if his jacket was real leather. That question also plagued my mind.
Instead of asking any of these questions, I decided to go the place I at the moment call "home". I made the short drive and went inside. I took my turn with the TV, knowing that it would be Alex's when he got here. After watching some mindless murder episode, I noticed a jeep parking on the side of the street. When I saw it was Stiles, I headed out to meet him, leaving the door open on the way.
When I got a bit closer, I saw Derek was in the passenger seat. I also noticed that he looked terrible. Starting to worry if they were okay, I sped up my pace. I walked around to Stiles' window, which he rolled down when he saw me. "Hey, Regan."
"Hi, Stiles. Is everything okay? Do you guys need help?"
Stiles glanced warily at Derek, who hadn't said a word. He watched my with eyes of storm clouds, gaze unwavering. I stared defiantly back. For a moment, his lips almost twitched into a smile.
"No, we're okay. I just had to check something really fast. We're headed t the other side of town."
"Ooh, a whole five minuet drive. How exciting. Well, I'll see you guys later then." I turned around and headed back to the house. I didn't notice at the time that the door was now closed though I left it open when I came out. In fact, I shouldn't have gone outside at all.
When I went back inside, everything seemed normal at first. Not until I saw the TV was now off did I realize something was wrong. Then, when the sack was thrown over my head and my hands were wrenched behind my back to be bound did I understand what was happening.
I was being taken.
