Disclaimer: I own nothing besides my OC's. Everything else belongs to Jeff Davis...That is all.
Isaac never would have guessed that tracking Boyd and Cora would be so difficult. They'd both ran off, which left Scott, Derek, and himself with the option of finding Mr. Argent for help.
Derek had gone ahead of Isaac to the car which was parked off near the woods. The teen boy broke into a light jog, knowing if he didn't hurry he'd get a good scolding. Boyd and Cora were out of control, meaning they had to move quickly before someone was seriously injured.
Isaac wasn't too far off from the car when he paused, something catching his attention. He listened intently. The sound of feet hitting the ground immediately caught his notice. Momentarily, he considered continuing on to the car, just leaving and not worrying about it. But, he also knew that it wasn't Scott, Boyd, Cora, or Derek. This was a new scent entirely. One he didn't recognize.
It was just seconds later that a figure came tumbling out of the woods. Isaac's eyes widened, stepping back in surprise as it almost collided with him. The figure stumbled into a patch of moonlight, revealing that it was a girl who could have been his age.
She spared a quick glance at Isaac, her eyes slightly panicked.
"Are you okay?" Isaac finally managed to ask.
The girl trained her eyes on him. She looked an absolute mess, not that Isaac was going to point that out. He knew how girls could be when it came to their appearance, although she didn't seem to care too much about how she looked at the moment. Her hair was thrown back in the messiest ponytail he'd ever seen, her face smudged with dirt and possibly caked with blood.
Actually he knew it was blood. He could easily smell it from where he stood, and some other scent that told him she wasn't human.
"I-"
A vicious howl tore through the air. The girl's eyes widened and flashed a bright gold in response, only proving Isaac's suspicions. She lurched backwards, her unspoken words hanging in the air like a desperate plea.
Without another word she spun around and darted past Isaac, leaving him to wonder what she was running from. By the sounds of it, it could only be another werewolf. But who? It hadn't been Derek, Scott, Boyd, or Cora. Who then? Unless it was one of the alphas, and that seemed unlikely.
What would they need with a beta, after all?
A frown curled Isaac's lips and he immediately set back off towards where Derek was waiting. He had so many questions, but only one really bothered him.
What sort of trouble had come to Beacon Hills this time?
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"What happened?" Were the very first words out of Derek's mouth as soon as Isaac swung himself into the car.
It didn't take long for his alpha to catch on. Perhaps Isaac wore his curiosity and slight worry on his face. Surely he wasn't being that obvious about it though.
"I was heading here," he said, "But a girl ran out of the woods…she was like us and there was a howl…" Isaac allowed his words to trail off, folding him arms over his chest as he stared at the dashboard.
"You heard it too?" Derek mused. He started the car, pulling off onto the road.
"What do you think it means?"
"Trouble," Derek answered bluntly.
The older man continued looking out, his eyes seeming to search for an answer that was clearly not in sight. He'd known there were other werewolves around, there had been ever since right after Gerard had left. However, he hadn't brought it up to Isaac or Scott.
Derek had caught the werewolf's scent one night, while they'd been searching for the runaway Erica and Boyd.
"What are we going to do?" Isaac suddenly asked, examining his alpha with curious eyes.
"Keep an eye out for the girl," Derek said, "If she's still alive." He added with a frown. "If you can, try to track her down."
"And if I can't?"
"Try." Derek repeated, giving Isaac a cool look that the younger boy knew all too well. It was the 'alpha look'. "For now, we need to take care of Boyd and Cora."
Isaac looked forward as Derek pulled into the parking lot, parking the car as Scott talked to Mr. Argent, feeling slightly guilty that he hadn't helped the girl.
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She was in so much trouble.
Kya knew that as soon as she stumbled home at eight in the morning. Her feet tracked mud onto the hardwood floors. Her aunt was going to kill her for that, maybe after she got over the general reaction that her niece had almost been killed anyway. Maybe her aunt would even look past the fact that she wasn't supposed to be out during the full moon anyway.
"Kya Elise Reach."
The sixteen year old girl stopped dead in her tracks. She recognized that tone of voice well. Granted, her aunt hadn't had to use it often, but when she did Kya knew she was in trouble. She turned her eyes on her aunt, wincing at the stern look plastered on the older woman's face.
"Hey there Aunt Grace." Kya attempted feebly, her fake smile wavering.
Grace's face seemed to soften, especially when she saw the claw marks that had torn into Kya's tank top. It left a majority of her stomach visible. The once blue shirt was dirty and bloodied now, torn to shreds. Kya's face was grimy, bloody, and her hair was an absolute rat's nest. She barely resembled the girl Grace was used to seeing on a daily basis.
Instead she looked like a girl too small for her age, a girl who was frightened out of her mind, and a girl who still look totally determined.
"I'm not running again," Kya said before Grace could even conjure up something to say. "Not this time."
A frown tugged Grace's lips downwards, making the scarred side of her face more pronounced. "What are you going to do Kya? Fight? In case you've forgotten, you're alone. You're nothing against them."
"But I'm not alone. There are others here Aunt Grace." Kya green eyes glinted with barely contained excitement at the newest revelation. "This time they're in another pack's territory."
Grace paused at Kya's words. She knew there were others in Beacon Hills like her; she just hadn't had the heart to tell Kya. Plus, she knew her niece was perfectly capable of finding out for herself.
"We'll see. Go get cleaned up for now." Grace watched as Kya trudged up the stairs, worry bubbling in the recesses of her mind.
She moved her fingers quickly locked the door, making sure to lock the deadbolt too. Granted, it wouldn't keep the sort of people after them out, but it would do enough to delay them. Even if for a few minutes.
Grace walked back to the kitchen where'd she'd been before; staring momentarily at the mess she'd made cooking breakfast. She sighed, shuffling around to clean the place up again. Grace constantly had to remind herself she didn't need to worry as much as she did. It was highly unlikely that they would make a move against Kya…not yet at least.
About thirty minutes later Kya came walking into the kitchen with renewed energy. Grace looked up, raising an eyebrow at her sixteen year old niece.
"What?" Kya asked.
"Nothing." Grace shook her head, returning to the cleaning she'd been doing. She knew that whatever her niece had seen last night, she wasn't going to stop until she found it.
"Hey, have you seen a boy with kind of curly, brown hair around town?" Kya popped the question out, her eyebrows scrunching together.
"Kya…" The tone Grace used was enough of an answer for Kya, but Grace still added, "Why don't you look around at school? Make some friends? Maybe you can find your mystery guy then."
Kya rolled her eyes at the older woman's choice of words. "He's not my 'mystery guy'." Kya muttered something about that being cliché, then said, "But he may just be the person I need to talk to." Kya popped her knuckles, a wicked grin gracing her lips at the very thought. "Either him or the boy from school…"
"For someone generally terrified of what they're facing, you seem awfully happy."
"It's called being optimistic Aunt Grace, you should try it sometime." Kya settled herself onto a barstool, playing with her fingers as she realized that maybe she'd hit a sore spot with her aunt. Grace would probably never be optimistic anymore. Not with what had happened in the past.
Kya glanced at her aunt's face while she wasn't paying attention. Moving to Beacon Hills had been a new start for Grace. In Florida she'd used her wavy hair to shield half of her face when out in public. She'd been ashamed of her scar, especially when she was around those who knew how she'd gotten it. But here, she wore her scar proudly. She didn't hide like she'd done before.
"Well, I think I'm going to crash." With a tired smile Kya slid from the barstool and headed back towards her bedroom. She was, without a doubt, tired out of her mind.
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"This is so confusing." Kya grumbled as she played with the camera, wondering just why she'd agreed to this whole photography thing. She didn't have as single clue what she was doing. "Okay, I won't mess with it until later." She switched the camera off, glaring at the expensive piece of technology.
Kya wandered outside towards where the cross country team would be running for the day, following the directions Zoe had given her. She soon found them, some stretching while others were getting ready to start running.
Wait. How was she supposed to take pictures while they were running?
She turned the camera on; flipping through the different settings until finally managing to find the sports setting like Zoe had shown her. Okay Kya, you can do this. It's just a camera. Mental encouragement seemed to be the best course of action for this. For now.
Jogging a little towards the group of cross country kids, she snapped a few pictures, not bothering to see how they'd turned out. Coach Finstock shot her a quick look, but after seeing the camera in her hands he seemed to quickly dismiss her.
She took a quick look around at all the students. The only people she recognized were Scott, the boy she'd growled at, and that one boy looked just a little familiar, but she couldn't place his face.
Just moments later the whistle blew and the cross country team all took off running. Kya watched for a minute, contemplating whether or not she should follow them or not. Zoe had technically given her specific instructions to follow them so she could 'catch them in action' instead of 'just tying their shoes', which was basically what Kya had gotten.
Taking off after the cross country team, she passed by a few of them, twisting her torso to snap a few pictures as she went along. She glanced around the group, wondering who she could get next. There was Scott, who was going off the trail…which was rather odd. It seemed almost as if he were actually following someone.
Who knew.
An ear-splitting scream pierced the ear just as Kya had decided to see where Scott had been going to. A shudder ran down Kya's spine, the scream giving her an unpleasant feeling of dream.
She broke into a jog, following the source of the scream with little problem. It didn't take her too long to find the group of students hovering a fairly good distance away from a tree. Kya came to a near instantaneous halt once she saw the boy tied to the tree, throat cut, and strangled with what appeared to be a dog leash.
Her face visibly paled at the sight. Scott was glancing between his one companion and the semi-familiar boy Kya couldn't place. She watched them as they walked off, wondering if she should see what she could hear of their conversation.
Instead she left the crime-scene, swallowing hard. While the full moon had been a tough night for her, it had been nothing compared to what had happened to that boy. Kya, at least, was still alive, even if she could have been dead.
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Later on she found Zoe who was going through the photos she'd taken, a frown replaced by the normal, bubbly smile she wore. That didn't bear well for Kya.
"Everything okay?" Kya asked when she approached the brunette girl.
Zoe glanced up at Kya, her eyes widening. "Yeah…it's just…these pictures kind of…suck." She stated bluntly.
She turned the camera to show Kya, and to Kya's horror half of them were blurry. There was one that may have turned out alright. Unfortunately it was one of Scott, whose eyes had flashed in the picture.
Which, in itself, was conspicuous enough.
"Sorry…" Kya grumbled, casting an embarrassed look towards the ground.
"It's alright," Zoe sighed, "I can find someone else to take pictures. Maybe you should find something else to do…like…cross country?"
Kya found the girl's suggestion fairly ironic considering that's what she'd been sent to take pictures of earlier. Of course, Kya figured that was Zoe's subtle way of telling Kya she needed to find something new to do because her photography skills sucked.
"Yeah…" Kya said resignedly, her nose wrinkling, "I'll talk to Ms. Morrell about getting my schedule changed…"
Zoe grinned, "That's great! C'mon, I'll help convince her you're better off there." Zoe wrapped her fingers around Kya's wrist, pulling the girl after her down the hallway.
Kya gave Zoe a blank stare, one the other girl didn't see. Zoe was quite pushy, but maybe that was because she obviously wanted to get rid of Kya. Or maybe she found Kya's lack of skills annoying, or maybe she just thought Kya in general was annoying. Zoe was, after all, a senior.
Thirty minutes later Kya walked out of the counselor's office with a new schedule. She quickly found her way to her next class, which was chemistry. About fifteen minutes later she found herself still wandering down the halls, hopelessly lost. Until she heard the commotion.
Instead of rushing to see what was going on, she peek around the corner only to see two blonde boys in the hallway. Her eyes narrowed as the one in the tan jacket grabbed the other blonde and flung him down the hallway. The boy wearing the black leather jacket skid against the floor, a groan emanating from his mouth in pain.
The other boy turned on his heels, walking away with an amused smirk. Before he turned left to go the other way he caught sight of Kya peering on at the scene. She raised an eyebrow at him, trying her best to ignore the scent and the threatening glare he was giving her.
Instead she looked back on the other two boys, one with dark, curly hair and the blonde boy. The class and the teacher had all rushed out to see what was going on, and the teacher now seemed to be issuing the darker haired boy detention.
Well, Kya thought to herself as she walked around the corner and down the hall, Better now than never to go to class. She approached the group cautiously, veering around the boy's twin and whoever was helping him, and towards the teacher.
"Would you be Mr. Harris?" She asked after he'd instructed his class to get back into the room.
The man turned a beady-eyed gaze on the teenager and he said, "Yes. I suppose you're the newest addition to my class?" When Kya nodded he said, "Well get in the class and find a seat. If you're late to class again you'll get detention."
With an unhappy scowl, Kya moved into the classroom, glancing around for an empty seat. Her eyes scanned the room, passing by Scott, and a few others until they landed on a very familiar face. Or she thought it was familiar. It certainly looked like the boy she'd seen the night of the full moon. Plus, it was the boy from cross country earlier. Then she just hadn't been able to get a good look at him.
But the seat next to him was taken so Kya hurriedly scurried past his desk and straight towards the back where she found an empty seat. She set her books down, eyes seeking out the back of the boy's curly head.
Her eyes traveled to the chalkboard, reading over the words there as Mr. Harris went over inertia and momentum. She'd just have to try and catch the boy later. Either him or Scott. But she was going to talk to one of the, no matter what.
A/N~
'Ello there! Thank you to those of you who reviewed! :) Also thank you to those who followed/faved the story ;D Don't forget to drop by and leave a review. Chapter 3. A lot of this will probably end up being slightly AU because I don't want to strictly follow along with S3. All of that may still be going on, but Kya herself won't necassarily be involved in it. Anywho.
And Isaac makes an appearance! I really hope I didn't butcher his character. The scene at the beginning was actually part of an AU story I was writing where he was looking for Erica and Boyd (it took place during the summer between S2 and S3) but I decided to incorperate it here.
Movin' along o.O
Until next update!
~neverlands-star