An: This is going to follow the tv show, but I'm going to change something's because Butterfly Effect. The added character will make a difference. Also I'm not sure if you caught it in the summary, but there is one major change Samara will bring. I'll let you guys find out for yourself if you don't already know.
There is a mention of bulimia. I don't go into details but it is mentioned along with the hint of some depression. I will mark the part where it is mentioned in case you want to skip it, but it's really brief. The first part of this chapter also has mention of drug use and parent neglect. I don't want to trigger anyone so I'm marking that as well. The first word will hold for the start of each part and I'll hold the first word of the part where it ends. So the parts between the bold words are the places some may wish to skip. It's really not bad or really detailed, but again I don't wish to trigger anyone.
Samara's parents hadn't been told people. They were heroin addicts. Her father made his own drugs. He also sold them to children had no business taking the drugs. Countless children died from overdose, too young to understand. Her father never got caught because he was constantly switching up his recipe and he developed a pattern.
That all ended when Samara was two years old. Her parents were testing out a new batch like they always did, but this batch was bad. It didn't give any high. It killed them. It took three days before anyone found the body. She lived in what is called the Red District. It's where all the criminals, shires, and psychopaths live. The only reason why the bodies were found was because the neighbors called to complain about the noise. Samara was crying for three days straight.
A young deputy found Samara. She was sitting in a pool of her own feces with her dead parents beside her. She had been severely dehydrated, malnourished, and had a fever of a hundred and three. Once the deputy picked her up Samara refused to let him go. Screaming whenever anyone tried to take her from him. He stayed by her side throughout it all.
When the case was finally closed Samara Grey became Samara Stillenski, going home with the deputy who, in her mind, saved her life. He gave her the life she always deserved. One full of happiness and love. Joy and affection. He was everything a father should be. He already had a child of his own, a boy that was the same age as Samara, but he never treated either of them differently. She was in every way his daughter.
Now it's been fourteen years since that day. She has no real memories of her former family. She had blocked it all out and now only saw the Stillenskis as family. Noah is her loving father and Stiles is her adorable younger brother. Scott McCall is their best friend and three to their musketeers. All three are considered losers at Beacon Hills High School. Scott has severe asthma and only dreams of becoming an athlete, he only succeeds in making a fool of himself. Stiles is a total nerd, obsessed with comic books and video games. He's also hyperactive and a total spaz from his adhd.
Samara used to be known as the fat hotheaded nerd. She has fiery red hair that falls in elegant curls down her back, which is one of the first things people had notice about her before her weight loss. Her eyes are a dark gray like storm clouds with large black framed glasses. Her skin is pale white like porcelain.
Samara is also a rattlesnake. Outspoken, blunt, a vicious temper, and extremely protective. Lydia made the fatal mistake of insulting her brother so Samara punched her in the face. The two have been enemies ever since. And Lydia ensured Samara stays in the loser squad.
Today is the last day of summer. She had spent all day with Scott and Stiles and now her and Stiles are making dinner. "Hey, kids." Their father greets them as he walks into the kitchen.
"Hey, dad, how was work?" Stiles asks.
"Solve any cool cases?" Samara asks.
"Work was fine. What's for dinner?" Stiles pouts as Samara sighs. He never talks about his cases. She understands, but she is too curious. She wants to know every morbid detail. Maybe there really is something wrong with her and Stiles.
"I'm making a baked salmon with a large salad and brown rice. For dessert you have a fruit salad." Noah makes a face. He would much rather have his fried chicken and potatoes, but damn if the kids are going to allow his cholesterol get too high or his blood sugar. He is far too young for a heart attack. They want him around for as long as possible.
"Go set the table, it'll be done soon." Samara says, flashing those big beautiful eyes of hers. He sighs and gives in. He doesn't like salmon, it's too fishy, but for her he'll eat it. Samara moves back to the kitchen to help Stiles finish off the meal. They bring in the steaming food and pile a large amount of salad into their father's bowl before putting a good slab of salmon on his plate with a giant spoonful of rice. He makes a face, but otherwise doesn't object.
"Are you guys ready for school tomorrow?" Their father asks.
"Not in the slightest." Samara sighs. They all knew how hard school was for her. She did well in the education part, but the social part is always a problem. The year is always spent defending Stiles and Scott or being called fat in some way and being bullied. It's emotionally draining and even though she knows the other students are just jerks looking for attention it's not easy to not let the things they say get to her.
"Hey, don't listen to those idiots. Especially now. Look at all the work you put into yourself this summer. You're beautiful and if anyone says differently then they can come talk to me." Stiles says, causing Samara to smile at him. She was always insecure about her weight and she spent the summer working it off. She went jogging in the morning and worked out in the gym in the afternoons. She started eating salad and stayed away from the carbs and sugar. She still is not like the other girls at school; they're all willowy and slender. She isn't naturally 'skinny' framed like them. She has a fuller, voluptuous body. She has long thick legs, wide rounded hips, large plump breasts, and a tight round ass. She worked off all the fat and it has turned into muscle, but no matter what she's never going to be thin. She is just naturally curvy. It has taken her a while to be comfortable with that fact. When she first started her weight loss struggle she almost became bulimic. Stiles caught her and forced her to go about losing weight in a more healthy way. She only did it the first time and Stile swore he wouldn't tell, but she had to swear never to do it again.
"You do look beautiful, Sammy. I'm proud of you. I know it wasn't easy, but it will help you in the long run." Her father says in a tender voice, squeezing her hand. She nods.
"I know. I just wish…"
"We're all built differently, Sam." Stiles says. "I wish I wasn't so skinny. I mean I'm a walking noodle." He lightens up the mood, bringing a laugh from his dad and sister. "Like I said, you're beautiful. Anyone who says differently is either A. Stupid, B. Blind, or C. Jealous. Just because you're not some string bean doesn't mean you're fat or ugly. You're just… curvy." He says with a flare of his arms. She snorts.
"I'm sure this year is going to be great. You both did well last year when it came to your grades. Just focus on that." They both nod. Dinner passes quickly and with much easier air. That is until the landline rings. There is only one reason why that phone rings. Either Stiles is in trouble at school or something is going down at his work. Seeing how school hasn't started yet that leaves only one option. Stiles and Samara exchange excited looks as their father heaves a sigh and heads down to his office to answer it. Stiles rushes to the phone and picks it up to listen in. He is surprisingly the more quiet of the two when it comes to sneaking. She can't help but let her breathing be heard and if she hears something major then sometimes she gasps. Stiles is good at keeping quiet and letting his shock portray only in appearance.
She gathers up the dishes and starts washing them, while watching as shock, horror, amazement, and excitement flashes across his face. He quickly and quietly hangs up the phone. She opens her mouth, but he shakes his head and grabs a towel to start drying.
Their dad comes seconds after. "Hey, everything okay?" Samara asks.
"Yeah…" He trails off, looking as if he's a mile away. She can see concern, shock, and confusion in his eyes. "Something came up at work. Sorry, kids but I have to go."
"It's okay, we understand. You're an important man." Stiles smiles. It looks a tad manic but she figures their dad is too distracted to notice.
"Alright. Listen, I want you kids to stay inside and out of trouble okay?"
"Sure."
"Of course." He nods and grabs his things. They wait for him to drive off before rushing up the stairs to grab jackets. "We have to get Scott." Stiles says.
"You drive, I'll call." Samara says. She dials Scott's number as they get in the jeep and take off. "He's not answering."
"Keep trying." The both of them are buzzing with excitement. She doesn't know what is going on, but his excitement is making her excited.
"So, want to fill me in?"
"Wait until we get Scott." She calls him a third time.
"He's not answering." Stiles groans, throwing his head from side to side, looking like the exorcist girl.
"Why have a phone if you don't answer?" Stiles groans loudly.
"I'll be sure to ask him when we see him." She giggles. "But, come on, tell me, what is going on? Where is dad going? What happened?"
"You'll find out when we get to Scott's." She huffs in irritation.
"I wish I was better at sneaking." Stiles shrugs.
"You are too loud, but you make up for it in other ways. You're warm hearted, always thinking of others and protective over the ones you love. You're ridiculously brave and dangerous. I envy your courage and compassion." Stiles admits.
"Sti, it is you who I learned all that from. You're my role model."
"Why is everything turning so emotional today?" Stiles gives a choked laugh. Samara sniffles and snuggles into his side.
"You're sneaky and mischievous at times. You're also very clever and protective. You're playful and my good luck charm." She kisses his cheek and rests her head against his arm.
The rest of the ride is silent, the both of them enjoying the closeness. They pull into Scott's driveway and cut the lights. "We need to go up the roof. They lock the doors and if he's not answering his phone then he probably won't answer the door." Stiles tells her as he turns the car off and they get out.
"Just be careful, Sti."
"See, I'm better at sneaking, but you're great at keeping your balance." Stiles says as they begin to climb the roof.
"Which is why I again say to be careful. The last thing we need is for you to fall and die-"
"Shit!" She turns and watches Stiles go rolling off the roof.
"Stiles." She rushes towards the end of the roof just as two very familiar screams go off and on in a continuous loop. It almost makes her want to start laughing. She looks down to see Stiles hanging by his ankles from some vines, while Scott stands on the porch with a bat in his hands.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Scott demands.
"You weren't answering your phone." Stiles says as Samara starts trying to untie his legs. "Why do you have a bag?"
"I thought you were a predator." Samara snorts and lose a the vines.
"A pre-" Stiles sputters. "I-wha-look I know it's late, but you got to hear this."
"Get ready to drop, Sti." She tugs the vines off and Stiles skillfully lands on his feet. She swings down and drops beside him.
"I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called, they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department and even state police."
"For what?" He looks over at Samara who shrugs and starts climbing over the railing. Scott helps her over.
"He wouldn't tell me. Demanded that we wait until we met up with you. I think he just didn't want to have to tell it twice." She says with a roll of her eyes. "Too excited to stop and repeat himself. Like a wind up toy on a string. Got to conserve his excitement."
"Two joggers found a body in the woods!" Stiles cuts in, causing them both to look at him with equal amounts of shock.
"A dead body?" They both have Scott a look.
"No, a body of water— yes dumbass a dead body." Stiles says sarcastically.
"Silly little Scottie." Samara coos.
"Shut up, Sam." Scott grumbles, his cheeks turning pink.
"Was it murder?" Samara asks.
"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties." Samara shivers at the thought. No wonder their dad was so worried. They, but the sounds of it, wasn't that much younger than the girl.
"Wait, hold on. If they already found the body, then what are they looking for?" Scott asks.
"That's a good question. Finally asking the right stuff." Samara teases. "So tell us, Sti, what's the rest of the story?"
"This is the best part. They only found half."
"Half of the body?" Scott asks. Samara snorts.
"No, Scottie, half of her phone. Yes, Scott, half of her body." Scott huffs.
"Shut up."
"We're going." Stiles cuts in.
"Lead the way, Harry Potter." Samara says.
"Wait… why is he Harry? Does that make me, Hermione?" They both give Scott a look. "I don't want to be Ron."
"Too bad, you are. Stiles so got the Harry down?"
"Ron is outspoken."
"Oh, Scott, must we go down this road?" Samara asks.
"Guys." Stiles tries to cut in.
"Would it make you feel better if I said we're the Scooby gang?" Samara carries on saying.
"As in the Scooby gang of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Scooby gang?" Scott asks.
"Which do you think?" Samara raises an eyebrow and Stiles nods, giving Scott a look as if he's a dumbass.
"Well, who am I?"
"You would definitely be Xander."
"What? Xander? Why am I always the sidekick."
"Okay, guys-" Stiles tries again.
"Look, Harry Potter finds the danger and Ron and Hermione are there to back him up. The same for Buffy. Stiles is our Buffy. Finding danger and excitement. I'm his Willow and you're his Xander."
"But I want to be Buffy." Scott whines.
"You're not cool enough. You don't have the witty remarks like Stiles does."
"That's-"
"Guys!" They turn to Stiles. "We're wasting time and Scott?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm always Buffy. You can be Batman, I'll be Robin, how about that?"
"I call being Storm!"
"That's not even the same universe." Stiles argues.
"Don't care, Marvel's better."
"Oh, you're starting a war, Samara." Stiles fights back. Scott rolls his eyes and follows after his two best friends.
"Wolverine would beat Batman in a fight every day. Magneto would wipe the floor with the Joker."
"Oh! This is war." The ride to the Preserve was definitely entertaining, the two siblings fighting about which comic book universe is better. Stiles is a full on DC fan, while Samara is Marvel all the way. Scott likes both, but has only reason seen the cartoons and movies, which started a whole other argument.
They pull up to the preserve and get out. There's a chain gating the entrance off with a sign that says the preserve is closed after dark. Naturally they ignore it. "Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asks as the siblings hope right over the chain and sign.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles argues.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."
"Right, because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Samara looks around the dark forest, being careful she steps.
Scott huffs. "No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." Samara turns around and faces Scott in disbelief. The boy suffers from one of the worst cases of asthma. He can't go halfway across the field without needing to stop and use his inhaler.
"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." Stiles says.
"Stiles," She slaps him upside the head. "You're a dick. Scott," She turns to him with a gentler look. "Honey, I love you, but you can't do sports." A look of offence comes across Scott's face. "Scott, I care about you and I don't want to see you become disappointed, but you can't do it. It's not that you're a bad player,"
"Yes it is." She steps on Stiles' foot, causing him to whimper.
"Your asthma is just too bad." She says. "Look, you don't need sports. Your dad is a dick who thinks you have to be just like him. Playing sports and becoming a cop. We chose our own paths. You don't need to impress anyone but yourself."
"I want to do this, Sam." Scott says. She sighs.
"I know." Stiles shifts uncomfortably.
"Come on, let's continue. I don't want to stand around too long in case dad is close. He'll have the dogs out tonight." Stiles tells them, leading them further through the woods.
"Just out of curiosity, which half of the boys are we looking for?" Scott asks.
"The good one I hope." Samara quips.
"Question of the era. Boobs or butt or in you case dick or butt?" Stiles asks.
"Tough question." She hums in thought. "I like a nice butt to grip, but then again a nice size dick is something to admire…" She thinks for a moment longer. "Then again, dicks feel nice but they don't look all that appealing. Butts however are very cute. I'm going to have to go with butts."
"I agree. There's something about a nice tight butt that does me in." Stiles agrees.
"Are we seriously talking about this?" They both turn to Scott with raised eyebrows. "Jesus, why am I friends with you two freaks?"
"Because we saved your life from Jackson suffocating your with sand when you were five." Samara answers automatically. "So… boobs or butts, Scott?" He looks uncomfortable. "On, come on. It's a simple question."
"Boobs, I guess." He mumbles.
"I can't argue. Boobs are much more appealing than dicks. They're just a pain when you're the one with them. Especially for me. They're huge, they get in the way, they're heavy, and when I'm on my period they hurt." Scott looks very uncomfortable, while Stiles looks intrigued by the new information on the female body.
"Back to which half we're looking for." Scott enforces.
"I didn't even think about that until you mentioned it." Stiles tells him.
"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" A chill runs down Samara's body.
"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles admits as they begin to climb a steep hill.
"It's comforting to know you thought this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott pants as they all climb up top. Scott pauses halfway up to lean against a tree to take a hit of his inhaler. "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" His eyes meet Samara who is staring at him with deep sadness and sympathy. She holds out her hand and he takes it, letting her help him up the rest of the way.
As they reach the top they see lights in the distance. They quickly throw themselves on the ground to keep from being spotted. "This isn't good, Sti. If dad catches us then we're dead meat."
"Don't worry, we got this." He promises as he turns his flashlight off.
"Stiles-"
"Wait." He says. "Come on." Stiles runs ahead of them. Not wanting him to get too far, she hurries after him. She can hear Scott struggling behind them.
"Stiles!" She tries to catch up to her brother. "Wait up! Stiles!" They rush through the trees, the lights and dogs so close. How can they not hear them? The police can be a bit stupid apparently. "Stiles!" She finally grabs a hold of Stiles' sweatshirt and yanks him back behind a tree to hide and wait for Scott. It's a good thing she did because one of the dogs lunged just where Stiles almost ended up. Scott cowers behind a tree not to far behind them.
"What is it, Pumpkin?"
'Pumpkin?' She mouthed, drawing a grin from Stiles.
"You got anything?" They both freeze as they hear their father's voice.
"Pumpkin thought she smelt something, but she's not getting anything now." Thank fox for dog repellent. Best investment Samara ever made. It's just citrice spray. Dogs hate citrice.
The light starts flashing through the trees. "Stiles! Samara! Scott!" Her eyes widened. Her dad isn't stupid. He knows they're out here. Stiles covers her mouth to keep her from making any noise. "Sammy! Stiles! Scott! Are you out there?" They remain frozen in fear. "Samara! Scott! Stiles!" Finally the light drops and they hear their father sigh. "Okay, let's start making our way north." They wait until the police start moving further away from them before they move back to Scott.
"That was way to close." Samara says.
"He knows we're out here." Scott hisses. "If he tells my mom-"
"He has no proof. We'll be home long before him." Stiles reassures.
"Sti, we took a major risk back there. The dog almost got you. We need to leave. If dad finds us then we're dead."
"But-"
"I mean it, Stiles. This was a bad idea." Stiles tries to argue but both Scott and Samara outvote him. "Come on." She drags Stiles back the way they came just as it begins to rain.
"Yeah… maybe going back is a smart idea."
"Turn the flashlight back on." Samara demands as the night noises begin to rise in volume. A chill comes through her. She feels as if she's being watched. Stiles tries to turn the flashlight on, but it doesn't work. "Stiles."
"It's not working. It's busted. Batteries must have died."
"Do you have extra batteries?" Scott asks.
"No." Stiles admits.
"Jeez, you really are not prepared for this." Samara sighs. Scott takes out his inhaler and begins to shake it, while looking around. "What is it, Scott?"
"Something doesn't feel-" He never finishes his sentence. A herd of deer comes storming out of the trees and nearly tramples them. They all fall to the ground and get into a fetal position to keep as protected as possible.
"Holy shit!" Stiles gasps. "Did you see that?"
"I never seen deer do that before… normally they only act like that when they're running from a predator." Samara whispers.
"Guys I lost my inhaler. I need to find it." Scott says as he begins to the search the ground. Stiles is still going on about the deer, while Samara is scanning the woods with a growing sense of dread.
"Guys, we need to go."
"I need my inhaler, Sam."
"Guys, we have to go now." Scott screams, causing her to look over at him just in time for him to go tumbling into her. She grunts as she falls back down the hill, rolling and tumbling down, her hitting the tree that Scott rested on. All the breath leaves her lungs as she falls hard onto her back in the ground. She groans as Stiles lands on top of her.
"Guys… I saw the body." Scott says from where he laid on the ground. "I saw it."
"Shit, really?" Stiles asks, lifting himself off of his sister just as they hear a growl. All three slowly turn as they hear it. It lunges at Stiles first, pushing him off Samara and onto the forest floor. He screams as the thing rips into the skin of his side, blood rushing down his pale freckles skin. It goes after Scott next while Samara lays there in shock and Stiles is struggling to get himself under control. He rips into Scott's side just like he did Stiles. The boy screams loudly in pain. When it comes to Samara's turn he doesn't lunge at her like he did to the others. He slowly stalks up to her. She moves her hand across the front ground as he leans down to her wrist. Her free hand closes on a branch and she swings it, hitting the creature right in the face. It stumbles back. She gets up and hits it again and again in the face, screaming in rage. The creature finally snaps out of his surprise and rips the branch out of her hand with its teeth. It lunches at her, forcing her onto her stomach. She is trembling as she feels it's breath on her neck. Her breath catches as she feels it's warm wet tongue lick the crook of her neck before it gently bites into her wrist. It still hurts like hell, but she screams more out of fear than pain. It licks her bleeding wrist and takes off back in the direction it came from, seemingly disappearing into the shadows. It had moved too fast for her to really get a look at it and she is in shock, but she remembers those bloodthirsty red eyes, sharp white teeth, and black mangy fur.
"Samara!" Stiles yells, rushing towards her and helping up from the ground. "What were you thinking? Attacking it? You should have ran."
"I couldn't leave you to be killed." Samara lip trembles.
"Sammy…" She bursts into tears, causing Stiles to hold her tightly. She was so scared. She thought they were about to be killed.
"What was that?" Scott whimpers.
"It doesn't matter. We need to get Sam home. Come on." They hurry through the woods and rush out and right into the direct path of a dark suv. The car blares the horn and moves around them. It sure would have sucked if after all that a car is the thing that kills them. In the distance they hear a howling as they look at their bites. If only they knew just what all this meant. They never should have entered those woods.
An: Stiles got bit! Samara made sure he wasn't caught by their dad so they both got the bite with Scott. But I do wonder what that scene with Samara's bite was all about... hmm. And I also wanted to know, am I the only one that catches how it's the argents that almost ran Scott over in the beginning of the first episode after he gets bit? I never see anyone mentioning that scene. I always thought it was so cool how they connected it all. The argents are there for all the major points of Scott's transformation. I should also mention I'm not the biggest fan of Scott do there might be slight bashing. I will let you know right now Scott is not the hero of this series. Stiles and Samara are my heroes. When it comes to true alphas I'm giving it to the person I think should have gotten that title. I won't spoil it, but see if you guys can guess it. Let me know how you liked this chapter. I'll update again soonish.
