ISABELLE NIGHTLY, or Elle as she was known to be called, was fast asleep on her bed when the digital clock on her bedside table flashed its red numbers telling the rest of the world that it was currently 23:57.
Elle had spread herself into a tangled mess in the middle of her bed. Head hanging off the side, spread horizontally while the blonde locks of her hair were pulled tightly into two french braids to keep out of her face. A bonus if her hair could achieved the luscious waves that Isabelle was hoping for to make the morning just a teeny bit easier.
This may have been the earliest in weeks that she had gone to sleep, probably the earliest since she was last at school. That summer, Elle had spent most of her time either working at the Macy's in the nearest shopping centre (Lydia couldn't love her more after using Elle's staff discount) or spending time at her best friends lake house with the strawberry blonde and her boyfriend. This would all change in the morning however as the looming date of students worst nightmares was quick to come round.
The first day back at school. Ugh.
Now, as the pack leaders of the social structure in the school, there really was no need to worry. With Lydia's slightly bitchy and 'holier than thou' attitude, partnered with Elle's talent of talking her way out of anything, they seemed to balance each other out and headed straight for the top of the food chain.
Despite the duo's ability to conquer most obstacles in their way, their was always one thing that prevented them from becoming invincible. Height. With Isabelle being the whopping height of five foot five (two inches taller than her red headed companion, which she totally never brings up. Like, never) they needed the brawn to their brains. This is where Jackson came in.
Jackson Whittemore was an ass. Isabelle wasn't even going to deny it. However, he was her ass and she would defend him till the end (Potentially. It mainly depended on who he had pissed off at the time). Jackson, as captain of the lacrosse team, was in the same social circle as Isabelle and Lydia so it wasn't long before they joined in one of the most stereotypical ways ever.
Through Lydia and Jackson dating.
This left Isabelle and Danny (Jackson's much cooler best friend) to become third wheels. This was fine, until Danny just had to go and get his own boyfriend and left Isabelle as the single one of the group, and therefore most desirable. Lydia had tried several times to fool Elle into blind dates which weren't very blind if you already knew every member of the lacrosse and swim team.
Speaking of jocks, the silence in Isabelle's room was broken by a ping! from the blondes phone. The blonde flipped over, stretching in the process. Quickly tucking her limbs back into herself as she lay on the cold parts of the bed she hadn't ventured in that night, she reached for the said device.
Jordan has sent one new message!
Isabelle growled, deleting the notification. "I'm going to kill Lydia." She hissed before her phone was placed back down and she turned to face the other way. Her eyebrows pulled together before a soft sigh was released. Then all was quiet again.
On the other side of town, there was a figure, an outline of a person walking past on a porch. A boy. A teenage boy. He had quite long, dark hair that almost went into his cute little puppy dog eyes, and an olive complexion. Dressed in a hoody and some sweats, holding a baseball bat, he walked across the porch holding the bat ready to strike.
Suddenly, another figure popped out of no where was half of a body, hanging downwards as if swinging. The mysterious puppy-eyed boy held up the bat, shouting, as did the other guy who was still upside down. Finally everything calmed down again.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!" asked the boy. Obviously, Stiles was his companion or friend of some sorts.
"You weren't answering you phone." He answered his friend before asking, "Why do you have a bat?"
"I thought you were a predator!" The puppy-eyed boy defended.
"A pre-I-wha- look I know it's late but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're brining in every officer in the Beacon Department, and even State police." spluttered Stiles.
"For what?" questioned the boy as he gradually brought the bat down from his offensive stance in which it was positioned in.
"Two joggers found a dead body in the woods." Stiles responded before flipping up gracefully back onto the ground.
"A dead body?"
"No, a body of water. Yes dumb-ass, a dead body" Stiles retorted quickly with his usually level of sarcasm before climbing up the rail to be next to his friend.
"You mean like murdered?" His friend inquired again.
"Nobody knows yet. Just that it's a girl, probably in her twenties." Stiles answered again while placing his hands on his hips.
"Hold on, if they found the body then what are they looking for?"
"That's the best part. They only found half," Stiles exclaimed, getting rather excited about how the news. "We're going" he demanded.
The pair got into Stiles' beaten up jeep and began driving up to Beacon Hills preserve. As they stopped outside the chained gate, they stepped out of the trusted old jeep and ignored the sign in front of them.
"We're seriously doing this?"
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles replied before slapping his arm and taking lead.
"I was trying to get a good nights sleep before practice tomorrow"
"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort."
"No because I'm playing this year. In fact I'm making first line." The unnamed guy states determinedly.
"Hey that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically realistic one." Stiles encouraged.
"Shut up, at least I don't still think I have a chance with the Elle Nightly." Stiles' friend whipped back before realising how hurtful that could have been, "Sorry, any way, uh, just out of curiosity, what half of the body are we looking for?"
"Huh! I didn't event think about that." Stiles said, ignoring the nip about him and the love of his life.
"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"
"Also something I didn't think about."
"It's comforting to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail." The mysterious boy commented as they began to climb a small hill.
"I know."
"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the torch, huh?" he said, leaning against the tree for support while shaking his inhaler ready for use.
Stiles had already carried on, rushing forward just to drop to the ground when he saw the police flashlights. His friend joined him a minute later.
"Wait come on." Stiles spoke, as he lifted himself off of the ground and ran forward again, leaving his friend on the floor taking puffs of his medication.
"Stiles! Wait up! Stiles!" he called, "Stiles!"
But Stiles ignored him. He walked a bit further on looking back to find his friend, when a dog barked from behind him making him jump as he screamed in surprise. Stiles tripped over his feet in his shock and fell to the ground scrambling to get back up.
"Hold it right there!" A cop yelled, and Stiles' friend hid behind the tree hoping to not have the same fate as his friend and get caught.
"Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me." spoke the Sheriff, who had just arrived. The cop from before was trying to hold back the police dog from attacking Stiles as it whined.
"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles said as he adjusted his eyes to the light and his head to the fact he was busted.
"So, do you, uh, listen in to all my phone calls?" The Sheriff questioned.
"No, heh" Stiles started, "Not the boring ones".
"Well where is your usual partner in crime?" Sheriff Stilinski asked his son, looking around for his puppy-eyed friend.
"Who, Scott? Sc-Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone." He lied, unconvincingly.
"Scott? Scott, you out there?" He questioned, shining his flashlight around to see through the trees. Sheriff Stilinski sighed looking down at the ground, "Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car-" He grabbed the back of his sons neck and pulled him forwards to walk with him, "-and you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy."
The other boy, Scott, was still behind the tree when they left so he peered round the side to check they were gone before he carried on his way, lost and more than slightly nervous. A low and long wolf howl was heard, so Scott adjusted his hood and stared at the sky trying to work out what direction it came from. Several other animal noises were made when he was breathing heavily and flutter from above made his eyes zoom up there and check that nothing was going to fall on him.
He stopped still in curiosity, squinting his eyes to see better in the dark while shaking his inhaler. Suddenly a herd of deer came flying at him and he yelled out in surprise and fell to the floor as they jumped over him, knocking the inhaler free of his hand. Scott slowly sat back up catching his breath before standing again brushing down his clothes, and using his phones as a torch to hunt down his missing inhaler.
Scott walked several pace further before coming to a stop again, for he had found the second half of the body. Staring unfocused back at him was a once very beautiful girl, covered in mud and leaves. He fell back in astoundment, and went tumbling down the hill. He leaned on a fallen tree trunk to gather himself back up before a loud growl erupted behind him, and despite it being typical horror-story-cliche, he turned around slowly.
A massive creature leapt at him shoving him to the earth and dragged him back before taking a massive bite into his side.