Authors Note: I combined Chapter 1 part 1 and 2, so each chapter corresponds to its episode, so chapter four is episode four. This is a new chapter I uploaded today!
She glanced at her phone, groaning.
"You've got to be kidding me..." She got up out of bed, and threw on jeans and a shirt. She snuck out of her house and drove to Kate. She got a text that she was having werewolf problems. She had literally just arrived in Beacon Hills and there was already something going on.
Kate pulled out her gun and jumped out of the car.
"COME ON!" She shouted. She ran towards a series of buildings, watching the alpha run. What interested her was the beta running after him. She loaded her gun with her wolfsbane bullet, and shot.
Derek was so close to the alpha. He jumped onto the roof and started chasing after him. All of a sudden, he heard a loud bang, and he had fallen onto the ground. He groaned, looking at the wound. It had blue smoke coming out of it. That was not normal. He got up and limped back.
Ten minutes later, Rosalind arrived. She honestly didn't know how she felt about Kate. She was the closest person she had to a parent, since she was an adult who used to look after her, but she hated how she viewed werewolves. Kate had been amazing with her when she was younger, and she decided she wouldn't let wolves get in the way of her relationship. She ran into Kate's arms.
"Hiiiiii!" she squealed.
"Hey gorgeous." Both her and Kate started laughing.
"So what happened?"
"The alpha attacked me in my car. But there was a beta, so I shot it."
Rosalind scoffed. "You think shooting a beta would stop it?" she asked.
"With a wolfsbane bullet."
Rosalind froze. The only two betas were Scott and Derek. And one of them was going to die.
"You okay, sweetie?" Kate asked, noticing Rosalind's sudden change.
"Uhh yeah, yeah. I'm fine." She said, shaking it off.
"I'd say he'll be dead in about forty eight hours. If not, sooner." Rosalind needed to find Derek and Scott.
"Is your car working?"
"Yeah, I just called to see you and let you know I was back."
"Hey, so I'm friends with Allison!"
"That's great!"
"Yeah. When is she going to find out? About us? And Werewolves?"
"Chris is such a code-follower," they both started laughing, "and he doesn't want Allison to know about it yet. He doesn't think she's ready, but I do. I'm going to tell her, while I'm back. Anyway, Chris is coming now, so you should get going. I don't want him knowing about you."
"Why not?" Rosalind asked. Kate gave her that just-do-it look.
"Go." Rosalind obeyed. She went home and back to sleep. She figured that Scott would be at school, and if he wasn't she would find him. It would only seem sketchier to go to his house in the middle of the night—or morning.
She woke up the next morning, glancing at her clock. The school day was almost over and she had overslept.
"Shit." She got out her phone to check if she had any messages. There was one from Scott. He was hanging out with Allison, and Derek made him look for some sort of bullet. So it was Derek who was shot. She texted him back, asking where Derek was. But she got no reply. She slumped back in bed, not knowing what to do.
She heard a knock on her door. She got out of bed and answered. It was Stiles, and Derek.
"Oh my god." She quickly threw her hair out of her bun and tried to straighten out her baggy men's sweatpants and her tanktop.
"Hi?" she asked.
"Can you keep Derek for a bit?" he asked.
"Why me?"
"I'm right here." Derek growled. Rosalind grabbed Derek's arm, and pulled him into her home.
"Where is it?" she asked.
"Where's what?"
"Your bullet wound."
"How do you know about that?"
"I just do. And I can fix it."
"You don't have to. I know what to do, and Scott's getting the bullet." Derek didn't want Rosalind's help. The fact she knew about the bullet wound meant she was probably there…with Kate. She was a threat.
"You're trusting Scott with your life?"
"Look. How about we wait for Scott here, and if he doesn't show up, Rosalind can fix you up. How does that sound?" Stiles interjected.
"Fine. Take me instead to where Scott said. I'm definitely not staying here. The girl can come."
"Excuse me, I have a name."
"Sooo, I guess we'll go. You coming?" Stiles asked.
"I'll be there soon. You guys can go." She was really irritated. What was Derek's problem? She got ready and drove to the vet's. She brought her wolfs bane bullet. She figured that everything else she needed would be there. She got there to see Stiles with a small chainsaw thing in his hand, about to—cut Derek's arm off?
"Stiles! What the hell are you doing?" she shrieked.
"You just saved me from a lifetime of nightmares."
"Well, Scott's not here. So, am I allowed to help now?" she asked sarcastically.
"Fine."
She began fumbling around to find tweezers, and a lighter.
"This might hurt a lot." she told him. He nodded. She placed the tweezers in his arm to pull the bullet out. He started screaming in agony. She pulled out her bullet, and opened it to dump the wolfs bane out. She glanced over at Derek, who wasn't doing well. He looked as if he was going to faint. She lit the wolfs bane on fire, and poured it into the hole in his arm, pressing it in. Derek fell back and starte writhing on the floor. She saw a black substance near by.
"What is that?" she asked Stiles, pointing to it.
"Derek started coughing that shit up."
"Eeww."
Scott ran in with the bullet in his hand.
"You're a little late." Rosalind said. Derek got up, and pulled his shirt back on. Rosalind pouted while he wasn't looking. She didn't like Derek, but his abs were pretty damn nice.
"You need to leave me alone. Or, or I'll tell the Argents. I'll tell them everything."
"You're going to trust them?" he asked.
"They're a whole lot nicer than you!"
"I can show you exactly how nice they can be." he said. He grabbed Scott's arm and dragged him out.
"I am not going." Stiles said.
"I don't have a car right now." Derek said.
"I have a bike?" Scott said. Rosalind sighed. She agreed to take them. Derek was pleased. He didn't admit it, but he was glad he would have extra time with her. He told her to drive to the hospital. He led them to a room with a man.
"Who is that?" Scott asked.
"This is what the Argents do." he said, referring to the state the man was in.
"Is he a..." Scott trailed off.
"He was."
"Well, then they had a reason." Rosalind resisted the urge to punch Scott.
"Tell me, do they have a reason to do this?" he asked, turning the man around. Half his face was burned off. Scott's face fell. He didn't know what to say, so he left.
"What exactly happened?" Rosalind asked, softly.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Why don't you trust me?"
"I don't trust anyone."
"Well you're a hell of a lot more open with Scott and Stiles, who don't know shit about anything. I can help."
"You were there when I was shot, it's the only way you could have known. And that is why I don't trust you. You're a hunter."
"I arrived after you were shot."
"That doesn't change anything!"
"Then why did I help you?" she spat, fuming.
"Why did you? And how did you know what to do?" he asked, simmering down. She had a point and he knew it. "And don't tell me it's a long story." he added. He wanted to know about her.
"Can we do this somewhere else?" she asked. He nodded. They walked out and sat in her car.
"So." she said.
"So."
"Well, when I was six, my family was murdered. With wolfs bane arrows. Just me and my brother survived. My brother was at school, but I'm not sure why I was alive. Maybe they know I was human? The pack—my dad was the alpha—took my brother in, but not me. They're really strict about not having humans in. So I was passed around the foster care system. One night, I was maybe ten? I was attacked by a werewolf. I later learned that it was from my brothers pack. They thought that I wasn't my moms child and that I had to be killed. I knew about werewolves, I was old enough by the time my family died so I understood everything. So yeah. I was defenseless though. Kate saw me and killed it. She took me in, in a sense. She would see me every night and she would teach me how to fight. She even got me my own crossbow and everything. We did this for about three years, and I had to move. So then, another werewolf attacked. It's like some sort of conspiracy. I kind of fought it off, but I was really badly injured. A man called Deaton took me in, and helped me heal. I hated all my foster parents, so I'd always hang around Deaton. He'd teach me more about werewolves and even other creatures. I continued training on my own, because Kate had fallen off the radar. She said she was in Beacon Hills. I came here because she was nearby. It's also close to where my family lived too. But after they died, the rest of the pack relocated. I still see my brother every now and then, though. But that's pretty much it." she said, sighing.
"That's similar to what happened to me." he said. She gave him a funny look. "About your family, I mean." he corrected.
"What happened?" she asked. He paused, not sure if he should include the part about Kate.
"My house was set on fire. Everyone died, except my sister and I. We were at school when it happened. My uncle is pretty much brain dead."
"I'm sorry. That must have been horrible. How long ago did it happen?" she asked.
"Three years ago." "It's even worse knowing them your whole life." "At least I had a good childhood. I had normal parents and a normal family and I didn't have to look out for myself my entire life." "At least I didn't remember them that well so it's not as painful knowing they're gone." "At least–" he started. She cut him off. "Are we seriously competing for whose life sucks more?" she said, laughing coldly. "You definitely have it worse." "I really don't!" "If you ever need anyone to talk to about it, I'm here." he said. They both froze in disbelief. Had he really just said that? "I appreciate that." she murmured. "Did you ever find out who exactly did it?"
"Yeah." his voice was bitter.
"Do you think they're connected? Its similar. I came back also to find out more about it."
"I don't know. But trust me, you don't want to know who killed my family." She looked at him with a confused look on her face. He shook
his head and got out.
"Do you need a ride?" she asked.
"Thank you, but no."
Rosalind's phone started to ring. It was Kate. She asked if Rosalind wanted to train with her for a bit. She agreed, happily. She drove to the Beacon Hills preserve after picking up her compound bow and her favorite, her crossbow.
"You know, this is where I learned how to fight." Kate said. She led her through the woods to a clearing with targets everywhere. They started shooting targets while talking.
"I don't get why you hate them so much." she said.
"They're all just dumb, backstabbing, manipulating animals." Kate growled. "Sounds like you have a history with them."
"A long one. But there was only one good thing that came out of it."
"What?"
"You!" she said laughing.
"Tell meee!" Rosalind wailed.
"I will when you're ready for it."
"But I am!"
"Humans also backstab and manipulate. Werewolves are still half human."
"They're also extremely dangerous. They're a threat to humans. Look at the alpha here. He's killing people left and right. Is that justified?"
"No. But what if there's a reason? My parents never killed anyone. But they were slaughtered. They didn't deserve it. You shouldn't let one werewolf maim the reputation of the rest of them. It's not fair."
"You remind me of myself when I was your age. That's exactly what my father was like too. But one day, when they kill your loved ones or betray you, you'll understand."
"I understand revenge. I don't think it's right to go after any werewolf."
"So you want this alpha to run free? And just kill people?"
"No! I'm not saying that. I'm just saying it was wrong of you to shoot that beta like that."
"Ugh, not you too... Chris already reprimanded me for that. I wonder who it was... There were two betas."
"You promise you won't get mad?"
"What?"
"It was Derek. I helped save him." Kate gave her a funny look. "You know, he could lead us to the alpha or help us." she added defensively.
"You know Derek?"
"Not really. He was kind of a douche before, but he's been through a lot."
"He's also pretty damn hot."
"I know! Have you seen his abs? Wait. How do you know Derek?"
"Excuse me. You saw him topless?" Rosalind blushed "Anyways, remember when we fell out of touch when I came here? I ran into him a few times."
"Oh. Okay."
"As for our previous conversation, I promise I never killed any werewolves without a reason." Rosalind felt much better, and she felt bad for questioning her relationship with Kate earlier. Little did she know, Kate was lying. She went home, tired. She fell asleep thinking about her whole night with Derek. They had a lot in common. She scolded herself. She didn't like Derek. He was a werewolf. But he was still human. Was she letting Kate get to her? Kate was after all, just trying to protect her. She decided that Derek didn't even like her. She shouldn't bother with him.
