My aunt stalked down a lengthy, dark hallway, blood trickling out of the three claw marks that would forever scar her neck. Even in death she was still the ruthless hunter that she was in life, moving with precise calculation towards her target- me.

"I'm sorry!" I wailed out. Usually I could be strong, defiant, and just as calculated with my own nature, but in this moment I couldn't even find enough control in the situation or my emotions to get up from the backwards crawling position I was in.

"Awww, sorry?" Kate teased, mocking my whines. "Sorry for what? That you were too weak to kill the alpha yourself?"

As she continued to advance me, I kept backing up until my back hit the wall at the end of the hall. As soon as I made an impact, even more panic started to set in; Kate just kept coming, her face deteriorating more and more the closer she got. Her tan grew pale, her green eyes losing color, fingernails growing until they were dirty claws themselves, and her movements becoming more rigid and disconnected.

The sight made even more sobs pour out of me uncontrollably and all Kate did was continue to tease me, "You let me die. You watched him turn me into this and you have the nerve to be sorry? Look at you now." She snorted, "I'm sorry I trusted such a fragile, delicate little thing to ever be by my side."

"I couldn't do anything! He would've killed you either way!" I exclaimed but deep down I felt in the twisting of my stomach that it wasn't going to be enough.

The now zombified Kate was right in front of me, a snarl on her dead lips. She still scoffed like the sarcastic bitch she was and raised her hands towards me and as she swung her claws down she said. "Well, looks like I am going to do the same."

My eyes shot open. Immediately, my hands flew to my neck to feel if there was really a mark. Of course, there was nothing there and I was just dreaming but it felt way too fucking real for my liking. The past couple of nights Kate had decided to visit my in my dreams, thinking of new ways to taunt and kill me every time.

I was probably the only one in the entire world that was actually affected by my aunts brutal death. Well with the fact that Allison was way too horny to focus on what happened a week and a half ago, and my dad was way too busy trying to catch her and Scott getting it on even though she had promised to never see him again. Her funeral hadn't even happened yet.

There was a hard knock at my door and seconds later my mother barged in, turning my light on. I inhaled deeply, squeezing my eyes shut as the lights began to burn. I said, "I'm actually not Allison so I would prefer if you waited for me to say come in before you actually do."

I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the bright lights as I followed my mother's movements. "I'm just bringing you your dress for tomorrow. You're sleep early."

"I've been asleep early all week which you'd notice if you weren't so busy trying to catch my sister in the act." I said sarcastically, throwing an eye roll her way.

My mom was quiet. "I know this has been hard on you-"

"But you don't care. So don't pretend. You dropped the dress off so go away, please." Before she could respond I pulled my covers over my head and turned away from her. I blocked out any sound of her voice until I heard my door close. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding, Sure, I'm used to being alone but not when I had just been thrown into this supernatural world and grieving my aunt who kept trying to kill me in my dreams. Maybe I need a therapist.

I heard my door swing open again and my anger flared up so bad that I hopped up from under the covers and turned to the door yelling, "What the fuck do you want?!"

In my fuss I didn't even see that it was actually my dad in the doorway, putting a jacket over his usual 'lets go hunting' clothes. Of course his attire peaked my interest along with the straight face that he had on.

Thankfully, he ignored my comment and just told me, "Suit up."

I was up and ready in less than ten minutes. Sometimes my dad gave me little tests, considering I would now be his 'star player.' I was never sure what was actually going on since he usually decided to throw me into them while I was least expecting. Like kidnapping me while i was out and then locking me in the Hale house, tied up and timing how long it took me to escape which was actually just an hour and twenty minutes. Timing and mobility was important when it came to hunting which is why now all I did was put on gym leggings and a black jacket, hair in a ponytail and holsters on my thigh and back.

I met him in the garage where there two other henchman listening to a police radio. Maybe this was finally something real. They all stopped what they were doing when I entered the room, glancing over to my father,

He wasted no time and said, "If you really want to prove you're ready, this is the time."

"Why, what's happening?"

"We're looking for your friend. The girl who was bit after the dance just went missing from the hospital."

"Lydia." My face got hot immediately as my stomach dropped. She had survived and been on bed-rest since the formal. Was she now a wolf? "She hasn't killed anyone, has she?"

"Not yet," he said, slamming a clip into a gun as if to add dramatic effect to his words. "And we're going to make sure she doesn't."

Two Suv's and three henchman later we were driving through town silently, my dad and I in the front seat of our own car and his friends in the other. I recognized where we were going immediately and just the thought alone made my hands sweat and heart pound.

"Why are we going to the Hale house?" I asked quickly before my throat started to tighten up. Was this a panic attack?

"We have traps there."

"Why?"

"If she is turning, she is going to want her Alpha."

"Derek."

His silence confirmed my question. Derek had killed his own uncle to become the alpha. It was a big thing, actually. Stiles and Jackson had shown up to set Peter Hale on fire, Derek slit his throat after Scott and him lost terribly in hand to hand combat trying to protect Allison and I. It was quite the spectacle. I couldn't really enjoy because of how shook I was at my aunts fucking death.

"Are you okay?" My dad decided to break the silence. That question was exactly the question that could break someone and it did just that. As soon as I opened my mouth to talk, my eyes started to sting and my voice cracked before I could fully speak.

"Honestly," I paused and dropped my head into my hands. "I don't even know." I let a few sobs escape my lips and without looking up I could tell my dad had pulled over.

"Jocelyn, it's okay to not be okay."

"Oh, yeah?" I exclaimed, "When? When I'm hunting one of my only friends because she just got bit? Or when I'm being punished for Allison's little forbidden love? Or alone, practicing over and over the weaponry I'm already extremely precise at?"

My dad stayed quiet after me rant, which seemed to be all he could do now when it came to me actually showing my emotions. I was always like a bottle full the top and it only took a few drops for me to overflow and explode.

"What do you want me to do?" My dad breathed out. He seemed just as stressed. The show of emotion was both rare and draining for both of us- being closed off emotionally just ran in the Argent's blood. "I don't know how to do this with you. Usually I want to ground you and your mother wants to rip your head off because you don't listen. I'm sorry for making you feel like you can't feel, I don't know how to deal with your feelings anymore than I have to deal with my own. I failed at that part."

There was a moment of silence between us, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was understanding. I was truly my father's daughter and he raised me to the same hardass that he is. It made moments like this even harder. We were both hurting but confused and definitely not ready for what was to come.

Finally my dad said, "You're grandfather will be coming tomorrow- for her funeral."

"So?"

"Things will be…. Different."

"And?"

"You'll have other moments to prove yourself. While you can, take the car, turn around and breathe." He opened the door and began to walk to the back to gather his things before I could even protest. I knew he was dead serious, and this was not a test even though I would probably fail if it was. I watched through the rear view mirror as he got into the other SUV that had parked behind us. He didn't move, so I climbed over to the drivers side and started the car back up.

Once I began driving away I noticed him pull off and continue forward. I kept straight and on a familiar path, not home but somewhere I had been before.

The boy in the gravedigger was a pleasant sight, not that I was there for him but I appreciated the company he gave. He did help me figure out Scott was a werewolf without even having to say a word.

I wanted to see my aunts tombstone. I hoped it would bring me clarity while I was here and asleep.

I got out of my dad's car and stuffed my hands into my pockets, just trying to brace myself for seeing her grave. "Oh, please, Jocelyn. You've seen her dead body."

I walked straight to the sight Isaac was digging, noticing another fresh black eye as soon as he came to light. As soon as we made eye contact he lowered his face and turned away so it was not visible.

I was tired of tip-toeing around the truth with him so I just said, "Too late, I saw it."

He stood quiet, still not looking at me until he said, "You're here again."

"You're digging up my aunt's grave," I replied matter-of- factly, giving him a cheeky, sarcastic smile. I looked over the progress he had made. It was always fascinating to me to see something raw and in progress. Tomorrow it would be set up so beautifully that we wouldn't even think about the work that went into it.

"Oh, yeah." He turned the key to the machine and sat for a second, "I saw it in the news. She was pretty. You looked like her."

A tiny smile found its way on my face. "Everyone said we were like sisters from the looks down the way we act. Even my own sister."

"Did she….do it?"

I didn't say anything. Her being killed on the Hale house and the police linking her to the fire has made both her death and my family very famous but not very popular. Instead of answering I turned to something else he said, "You think I'm pretty?"

I smiled at how easily he got choked up, he looked away and scratched at those curls in the most quirkiest way he could before saying, "Well, yeah, duh."

"Duh," I mocked, crossing my arms and moving away from the machine so he had room, "You're not so bad yourself."

Isaac stepped off of the gravedigger, throwing his hood over his head in the process. I rolled my eyes at how shy he was. I know the only time we ever spoke were when we were both in vulnerable positions at the dead of night, but he could at least share a little. Especially since I trusted him enough to do so. It's not like he didn't watch me because he said he kept tabs on me himself.

"I don't get it. Are we just going to keep meeting by chance, me tell you my problems and you dissapear until I see you again with a new bruise?" I scoffed at the end of my words and then searched his face for a reaction.

With his head still down he answered with a shrug, "I don't know."

"I'm not going to pretend like I'm stupid and don't know what's going on. I know you want to tell me-"

"You don't know anything!" He almost shouted at me, but then it was like he realized he actually wasn't that bold and shut down before it was a full yell. "I don't even know why I'm letting you in here, the cemetery is closed! I don't need you to sit here and try to pity me or something."

"Pity? I'm to busy in my own little pity party to be giving it to you. I'm here to see me aunts tombstone for Christ's sake. You stepped down like you wanted to talk to me. So talk- say something. Make me forget all my problems like you said I did for you."

His head went to his hands as he scratched in that usual nervous way that he does. There was a tense silence between the two of us. Can you blame me for being nosey? His father was clearly abusing him and all I wanted to do was help, even if I couldn't do much but just listen. Even I knew sometimes only a listening ear could save someone. Especially with the way I was feeling now.

Isaac broke the silence with a simple, "The cemetery is closed." I stared at him until he looked up, finally looking me right in the eye. We stared at each other, and I could see and almost feel all the sadness there. I knew he needed someone to tell his story too. Maybe cracking him was just the distraction I needed- I had already forgotten about coming here for Kate anyway.

"Fine. But I'll be back. I'm quite the hunter, you know."

He smirked and shook his head. "Even with your bow at the bottom of one these graves?"

I laughed as I remembered the bow I had abandoned. "Don't make me have to show you."

I just realized ff is not showing my markings of ~*~ i still dont know if its there but its like this little flower thing I make with the squiggle and the star.

Anyway my analytics show that so many people read the first few chapters then skipped to chapter ten. LMAO what the hell is wrong with ya'll. Fine. More Isaac *eye roll* I'll try to make it the least forced I can. (did that make sense?)

This still gonna be a slow burn kinda. I got some idea im ready to follow up on. And I see yall like short chapters so ima stay away from 3,000+ Updates might be slower now cuz ima wait till I have all of season 2 done before posting

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