entitled; prejudiced
summary; after running away from the madness that is mystic falls, faye salvatore finds herself back in beacon hills, only to be confronted by howling beasts and no cure if one bites her.
word count; chapter - 2228 / total - 5801
rating; t/pg-13
disclaimer; i own nothing but my version of faye salvatore, and even that i can barely lay claim to.
notes; wow i am getting these chapters out at light speed. it's amazing what happens when i don't try and write chapters that are lightyears long. too bad i can't do that for ychbe. i need to stick to a format for that. i don't know if i'm going to be able to post another chapter any time soon for multiple reasons. one; i don't know if i'll get more inspiration, this is a rare occurrence. two; i'm kinda in the basic sweet spot for hurricane sandy. so maybe, if i lose power/internet, i'll be able to get some stuff written. here's to hoping! and yes, i am basically following the storyline of teen wolf season two. but not entirely. what am i changing? wait and seeeeeee. also, if you leave a super awesome-tastic review, you get a preview of the next chapter. just ask jackie and kat! they are haleberry and dearcharlie respectively. also, i really thrive off feedback. it's disgusting.

chapter two; may the odds be ever in their favor

"So, um, have you heard anything about her?" Stiles asked, not so subtly looking over his friend's shoulder to look at her. Faye smirked and chomped down on another french fry. She wasn't watching him - that would have been too obvious - but he was watching her, and that was enough for her.

Faye had zoned in on the conversation out of sheer curiosity if her new admirer was talking about her obsessively yet. It seemed that he most certainly was.

The other boy, who apparently was named Scott, seemed both amused and confused by his friends actions. "Other than her name? No, nothing. I thought you were still in love with Lydia."

Again, that stupid Lydia. What was so special about her anyhow?

"Well, yeah, I am. But since she disappeared and my dad threatened to arrest any faculty member who let me leave the building before three o'clock, I'm sorta stuck here. And if I am stuck," he paused, looking over Scott's shoulder again at Faye. "I might as well welcome our new classmate right?" His voice had an air of dreaminess to it. Scott laughed and shook his head while Stiles continued to stare. Faye glanced up, giving him a tiny wave and her classic smirk. In classic Stiles fashion, he jumped and almost fell out of his chair.

God, he is going to be fun to mess with.

Faye chuckled sweetly, looking down at her plate before tossing another fry in her mouth. Scott unknowingly chuckled with Faye. "Yeah, if you're able to talk to her without collapsing."

Stiles righted himself in his chair before addressing his best friend. "You know, that could become a real medical condition if I'm not careful." He took a deep breath, tapping his fork against his tray erratically. "Where do you think she is? Why can't we find her?"

"Faye is right there…" he said, pointing behind him.

"Wow. You've been my friend and you can't keep up my train of thought? That's it, no making out after school today."

"Oh, you mean Lydia? I have no idea." Scott said with a shrug. Stiles' fork tapping went faster before he jumped into a new topic.

"My dad is covering Kate's funeral. Apparently a crap load of reporters plan on coming to cover the story so the Argents asked for some police protection. Especially after the whole organ grave robbing."

Organ grave robbing? Ew.

Faye didn't have much time to contemplate what was going on ahead of her. She heard a faint vibrate in her purse, directing her away from the confusing conversation. Why would anyone be contacting her? Or perhaps a better question would have been, who? She had left behind Mystic in the dust and no one in Beacon had her number, not even the high school. The vampire popped open the text message.

Stop being a brat and come home, Faye.

She rolled her eyes at the message, shoving the phone back in her pocket. "Go to hell, Damon," she mumbled in response. How dare her brother send her a text when all he cared about was getting that stupid doppleganger to fall out of love with Stefan and in love with him.

A tray slid in front of her, her eyes snapping up in response. She narrowed her dark hues at the stranger, obviously knowing he was a fellow student, hell he was in some of her classes, but she hadn't caught a name. Or at least hadn't cared enough to catch it.

"I'm sure you already know who I am," said the overly-confident jock. He was smirking and truthfully, it was really annoying. Looking him up and down, she shrugged. He didn't matter to her who he was, hopefully he'd see that soon enough.

"Sorry, can't say I do." He blinked in confusion. Man, if only Faye could read minds. Whatever was trying to work it's way through his was probably hysterical. Unfortunately, as quickly as the confusion splayed across his face, it was gone again, his smug look back in it's place.

"Well, I guess you can't hear about everything worth hearing on your first day. I'm Jackson Whittemore." He paused, snapping her apple off of her tray. "And you're Faye Salvatore."

"You're pleasure, I'm sure," Faye responded, obviously bored with the conversation. Her brow was raised before she took the apple back, faster than Jackson had taken it to begin with. "And kindly leave my food be."

Jackson paused, visibly evaluating Faye. Whether he was evaluating whether or not he was impressed with her or whether or not she was worth his time, she couldn't be sure. Maybe he would be a worthy opponent after all.

"I see you met the friend I was telling you about," mentioned Danny as he moved into the spot beside Faye.

And maybe he wasn't a worthy opponent at all.

Her lips pulled into a shocked and amused O, a gasp falling over them. "So you're Danny's friend." Faye kept her gaze on Jackson. "Well, this explains why you're here."

Everything fell into place now. Danny told Jackson about her not wanting guys who use their best friends to get information and decided to talk to her himself. And then it exploded in his face.

Poor Jackson. He didn't know that when dealing with Faye, you didn't try and make up for the mistakes you so clearly made.

"I figured I'd introduce myself to you and invite you to watch lacrosse practice after school. I'm the co-captain." Faye almost pretended to violently puke towards Jackson. Unfortunately, nothing would really come up. Co-captain of the lacrosse team? Really? He thought that was impressive?

Granted, there was no way he could know that Faye had met rock stars and professional athletes in her time. Still. That didn't mean he impressed her.

Elegantly, Faye stood, throwing her bag over her shoulder. She took the apple off of her tray and tossed it in the air, catching it easily. Her head cocked to the side. "You're not my type."

With a quick wink, she took a sharp bite from her apple. Walking away from the table, she dragged her fingers along Danny's shoulder blades, giving him a small wave and moved towards the exit. Her hips easily swung from side to side, giving a fair show to anyone who cared to watch her backside. On her way out, she noticed her secret admirer and his best friend watching her as she passed. The slow horror movie that she was creating continued to roll and just to add a tad bit more sex to it, she winked at Stiles, as if she knew that he had been watching the entire exchange between her and Jackson.

Stiles eyes went wide, watching the hidden vampire toss the apple into the trash and her hair fan out around her as she directed her attention forward. This kid was acting exactly as she wanted him to, and it was proving to her that she still had it and her wasted time in Mystic Falls hadn't screwed her up.

"Scott," she heard Stiles say.

"Yeah?" he responded.

"I think I'm in love."

"Then why do you look like you're about to explode?"

"If I stood up, you'd understand why."

Faye was smug in her walk to her next class, the text message from her brother long forgotten. Stiles was almost too easy to screw with. But then again, every girl needed a guy to boost her self-esteem.

Even Faye.

Not that she'd admit it.

Her day continued on averagely with the men staring at her ass or chest and the girls gossiping about her with various types of conversations. Generally, the day went on without incident and therefore boring to her. Something needed to liven up her afternoon and with all the talk of some funeral surrounding the Argent family, she thought that that would be the perfect opportunity for some entertainment.

Of course, Faye would never be caught dead at a funeral. The vampire wanted to remain anonymous for just a little while longer around any adults of the town that might recognize her. Attending a funeral of a woman she didn't even knew probably would have thrown up a few red flags.

No matter. She had other ways of spying and getting information that she wanted.

Walking through the door of her spacious California suburb mini-mansion, aka the nicest foreclosure in town, the vampire fished out a small bag of catnip, licked her finger, and started to dab it into the feline crack.

"Genevieve," she called, clicking her tongue. "Come to Mama… I have a present for you." Moments later a slinky black cat pulled around the corner and hopped into Faye's waiting arm. Genevieve nuzzled against her owners chest as Faye placed her finger in front of the cat's mouth.

"Are you ready to go on a search for Mama?" she cooed, wincing just a bit when the cat punctured her skin. In a matter of moments, her finger was clean of catnip and wounds and the cat leapt from her arms and started to trot out of the house.

With a slight smirk, the girl fixed herself a drink and slinked into her comfy chair inside the large living room. The entire room was dark, the fire was lit and with a deep breath, she closed her dark eyes and immediately was transported to the point of view of Genevieve.

If there was one thing she could thank her brothers for, it was teaching her the lovely secret behind controlling animals and using them as spies. It was a difficult process, and took a while to perfect, but as long as she kept up with a decent diet, the connection was simple enough to keep.

To the cemetery, Gen, she mentally commanded the cat and within moments, camera bulbs were flashing wildly and a pretty girl with a heart shaped face and a dark (but cute) dress was being pushed through in the middle of it all. This backseat view wasn't enough for Faye. So she commanded the black cat to get closer to the casket so she could listen in.

"I knew this was a bad idea." The man on the girls left side spoke then. His brows were creased together in what seemed a combination of worry, stress, and age.

"Yeah well, it wasn't my idea," said the red headed woman. She looked like she was fresh out of The Shining remake.

"I tried telling him, but he insisted on making a point of it."

"Well if he insisted, he can deal with it when he gets here."

"When who gets here?" asked the brunette in the middle. She couldn't have been more than sixteen. Who the hell were these people? And who was the dead person?

Soft camera clicks caught her attention. Genevieve's head turned to find a young kid who had gotten past the barricades and started snapping pictures. Without warning, it was taken away from him by an elderly man. He taunted the boy and snapped the camera's memory card in half.

Well he's a dick. I kinda like him.

Faye watched his entrance and embrace with the family that had arrived earlier. A rustle of leaves captured her attention and she soon found none other than Scott and Stiles hiding badly behind a grave. Cat eyes rolled in response.

"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't expect you to call me 'Grandpa', so you can call me Gerard for now." The eldest man was speaking towards the youngest girl.

Okay. Officially weirdest family ever.

"Maybe he's just in town for the funeral?" Stiles attempted to reason. "Maybe he's from the non-hunting side of the family? There could be a non-hunting side, right?" he asked, causing the cat's head to snap directly towards the stumbling idiot.

Hunters!? She had left that nonsense back in Mystic Falls! Now it seemed she'd just walked right back into it! But she hadn't seen anyone with a daylight ring on… Of course, that didn't really mean anything. Not everyone was blessed enough to be on good enough terms with a witch to score one.

"I know what they are," Scott began. "They're reinforcements."

Crap.

Genevieve took off towards the boys, edging around the cemetery property. What had Faye gotten herself into? Was there an entire vampire hunting family now living in Beacon Hills that was more than ready to seek out revenge on any blood sucker out there? Had they been there for a while and already knew hoe to take down fairly young ones? How carefully did she have to play the game to survive?

Several questions were spinning through her mind, causing her to not pay attention to where her cat-eyes ran until they smacked hard into a trunk. Gazing upwards, Faye realized that Genevieve hadn't ran into a tree at all, but a man. In fact, it was the same man she had spied earlier that day outside of Mr. Zupher's class and he was… Staring her down? Was he actually doing that?

The vampire wasn't able to figure it out because all of a sudden she was snapped out of the connection with the feline, her head spinning faster than she could ever remember feeling.

"What the fuck is with this town?"

[to be continued.]