Chapter 1: Lone Wolfing It
AN: For those just joining us this will Jameson's introduction into Season Two of Teen Wolf. Her role starts off small, but as she meets the characters her role will grow. If you are wanting to know what Jameson looks like, I am using Amber Heard as her model.
~Carry On~
"I have to fight my brother, Sam! Here and now, it's my destiny!"
Sam looks at me and Dean, ignoring the Archangel. 'Good-bye' his eyes say, and he opens his arms wide and falls backwards. Michael charges him and Sam wraps his arm around his body and drags him down into the Pit with him.
"SAM!"
I jolt awake, throwing my blanket off in the process I looked around for an enemy as my fingers wrapped around the knife I kept on the floor. Seeing nothing I start taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
I pushed myself up and shift around on the back bench-seat until I am sitting up. My hands dig into my scalp before dragging down my face. I can't keep going like this. I need sleep but every time I close my eyes I'm back in that graveyard. It's gotten worse since I left Bobby's, but I was too stubborn to admit that I might not be ready and go back.
Well, if I'm up I might as well drive. I reach up front and grab my boots from the front seat and pull them on. I tie the laces at the top and fold my blanket before climbing into the front seat. I grab a hair tie from the gear shirt and throw my hair up in a high ponytail.
I take my keys out from my bag and turn on my car. It roars to life, making the second most beautiful car sound in the world. I hear a familiar tune playing softly over the radio. I smile at the appropriateness of the song and reach over to turn the dial, cranking the song up.
"In touch with the ground. I'm on the hunt, I'm after you. Scent and a sound. I'm lost and I'm found…"
"And I'm hungry like the wolf…" I sang along with the song as I pulled out of camp site I had found. I continue to sing as I complete the final leg of my journey to Beacon Hills. 6 more hours to go.
~Carry On~
Welcome to Beacon Hills, the sign read as I drove into the city limits. At least it didn't have one of those subheadings like The Happiest Town in the State or the Quaintest Town in Sunny California. I've been to enough of those types of towns and hated them all. They're all lies anyway.
Alright first things first, fuel- for me and fuel for my baby. I hunted around for a diner and found one downtown off the main drag. It looked decent enough, but even if it didn't I would have gone in anyway, I was starving.
I pulled into the small parking lot and parked. I jumped out and rounded the corner to the front door. I bounded up the concrete steps and headed inside. A seat in the corner by the window caught my attention. Picking up a paper by the door, I wandered over to the spot that would give me the best vantage point of the whole restaurant.
As I looked around I noticed that business was slow. There were only a few other customers like the old men at the counter watching the news with a cup of coffee and a tired looking mother with a baby. I didn't see a server, so I open the paper and flipped to the house listings.
"Shouldn't you be a school, young lady?" A cranky voice disturbed my reading. Great this was one of those kinds of towns. With a raised eyebrow I closed the paper and looked at the owner of the voice-a middle-aged, brunette woman with heavy eye make-up stood in front of me in a banana yellow colored dress uniform, with white stripes around the edges of her collar, sleeves, and hem. A frilly white apron was wrapped around her waist and a jaunty looking yellow triangle hat rested on her pinned up hair. Her gold-plated name tag read Maureen. A voice in my head, that oddly sounded like Yakko Warner, said, "Oh, look my new best friend."
"Doctor's appointment. But don't worry the Doc says I don't have anything catching, just as long as I stay away from nosy waitress who work for tips."
She huffed and gave me an evil look and threw down my menu on the table.
"What can I get ya?"
"Orange juice, and…" I said looking over the menu," A bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on white toast. Hold the hash browns."
"Will that be all?" she asked.
"Umm… how about a smile?" I ask her cheekily as I hand her my menu. She glared at me again. And I could tell she would just love to give me the finger. Moments later she comes back and all but slams my OJ on the table, causing some of it to slosh out.
"Food will be ready in a moment." She said in a fake chipper tone.
"That's the spirit, Maureen."
Another death glare. Bitch please; I've faced down evil clowns.
Seeing how I wasn't cowering, she just storms off. I just love making sour people's day. About 10 minutes later she returns with my breakfast sandwich and a mountain of hash browns. The subtle revenge of Maureen the middle-aged waitress.
"Thanks, Maureen." I say with a smile.
"Yep." She says turning around without asking me if there was anything else I needed. Well this will reflect in her tip.
I scan the paper's local house listing as I eat in order to find a place to squat at. With the limited cash I had on me, squatting was going to have to be the way to go this time. I don't expect this hunt to be long, so I should be in and out before anybody notices me. Unless, the people noticing me are Argents, and then well I'll make sure they never forget me.
I found two listings that seemed promising, they were bank foreclosures, so no one would be currently living there. When I finished breakfast, I paid for the food and left Maureen's meager tip on the table and headed out. I drove the car to a nearby gas stations before going to find the first listing.
~Carry On~
The first listing turned out to be a bust-too close to neighbors. The second was much more promising. It was a one-story house on the outskirts of town, surrounded by woods and the nearest neighbors are half a mile down the road. Its real selling point was found in the paper-a fireplace. It would keep me warm on the upcoming cold March nights.
I pulled in behind the house, so I would not be visible from the road. Once the car was safely hidden, I broke in the back door with an old credit card. It opened up easily. I bet the real estate agent Dottie Fielding won't put that in the description of the house- New appliances in the kitchen, lovely garden area, and easily broken into by delinquent teenaged girls. Pretty sure Dottie would have a heart attack. With that happy little thought I pushed the door open and entered the house. I did a full sweep of the place and found nothing to cause me harm. No rodents of unusual size, no ghosts, or other types of supernatural beings.
The living room would be the best place to camp, there was an old couch covered by a white sheet and that was in front of the fireplace. And it had one entrance and one window. Easily defendable if necessary. Seeing that everything was all clear I made my way back to my car to grab my duffles and sleeping bag. After I had grabbed everything I set up my sleeping bag on the couch and began pulling the salt and spray paint out from one of my bags.
"Alright, I got my salt, got my spray can, let's do this thing." I said as I began to salt the openings of the living room, "You'll thank me for this later, Dottie."
I spent the rest of the day setting up devil's traps, salt lines, and getting my gear ready for the hunt tonight. The hunters I talked to before leaving Bobby's said the werewolves this way a more intelligent and evolved breed that could transform whenever, but I'm willing to bet they still don't show their true selves until the night like their brethren. It will be nice though to have a challenge, the normal werewolves I deal with are pretty predictable. Either way a werewolf is a werewolf and I have the family business to carry on, saving people, hunting things.
~Carry On~
When night fell, I loaded up again into my black Mach One, and made my way to grave yard where one Kate Argent was going to be buried tomorrow. I wanted to throw some cursed items into her pit. May the bitch never rest in peace. Then a werewolf hunting I would go, priorities, ya know.
As I was heading towards Beacon Hills Cemetery, a man juts out onto the road. With a growl he uses the front of my car as a launch pad to get to the otherside. I just caught sight of excess hair and pointed ears before the asshole disappeared.
"Son of a Bitch!" I yell after the creature. I swear if he damaged my hood, I was going to skin him and turn him to seat covers. Ganking this son of bitch was going to be a pleasure. I whipped my car around and followed after him as best I could. He tried to ditch me by going into the woods, but I pulled my car over and ran after him. He was faster than me, but he left a mess of tracks and clues and I followed him right to my original destination. I froze at the gate of the iron gates of the grave yard, for a moment my vision blurred, and another cemetery appeared.
It's okay Dean. It's going to be okay. I've got him.
I have to fight my brother, Sam. Here and now!
SAM!
` He's gone, baby girl. He's g-gone.
I close my eyes tight and shake the memories out of my mind. I'm a Winchester, when the going gets tough, we get tougher. I took a deep breath and climbed over the gate. My feet had just touched the ground when I heard growls and then a roar from somewhere in the middle of the graveyard. I grabbed my gun from waistband and held it out in front of me as I crept closer to the sound. I came upon a werewolf lifting a fallen backhoe. He looked down into the hole beneath the machine, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Someone had to be down there.
"Hey Kojo!" I called out, "It's time for your rabies shot."
I pulled the trigger and shot him right in the shoulder. He gripped his arm in pain, and snarled at me. I ready my gun again, showing him I mean business. With another snarl he runs away, and I sprint over to the open grave. I looked down to see a frighten boy about my age cowering in the corner of the grave.
"Hey are you okay?"
"Y-y-you shot him?"
"Yeah so what?"
"Are you going to shoot me too?"
"He dropped a backhoe on you and trapped you in a grave. Usually people are a little more grateful when I stop their attackers."
"Oh-h… y-yeah, thank-you." The boy stuttered. I rolled my eyes and stuffed my gun back into the waistband of my jeans before looking around for something to help me to get him out. My eyes landed on a nearby shovel and I held it out to the boy. He took it hesitantly still unsure of my motives. I helped pull him up, as he scaled the dirt wall. Once I got him on the same plane, I immediately scanned him for bite marks.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He looked up at me and nodded. "Did he bite or scratch you?"
"N-n-No."
"What about the glass did it cut you?"
He shook his head again.
"Are you sure I have a first aid kit in my car, if you need anything."
"I-I'm good."
"Okay," I said, "I'll help you clean this up a bit."
I motioned to the freshly dug grave and the broken back hoe.
"Y-y-you don't have too."
"And leave you out by yourself? You look like your about to pass out." I say crouching down to pick up the glass. He crouches down and starts helping.
"I'm Isaac," he says softly, "Isaac Lahey."
"Jameson," I returned the introduction, "And yes, it's a whiskey. Yes, it sounds like a boy's name. And yes, people do actually say that to me."
Isaac laughed awkwardly like he really wasn't sure he should.
"Ar-re y-you nnew in town?" he sputtered out.
"Do you always stutter this much," I asked, and then because I realized that sounded harsh. I teasingly tacked on, "or is it just for me?"
That just caused him to stutter more.
"So, it is just for me," I continued to tease, this time hoping him to get him to calm down, "Don't worry Isaac, sometimes guys can't just help it when they are around all of my awesomeness."
This time he genuinely laughed, and I could see some of the fear and tension slipping away. I smiled and turned back to my work when I noticed piles of dirt some ways off.
"Hey, Isaac, how many holes did you dig tonight?" I asked as I walked over to the pile of the dirt.
"Just the one, why?" he answered, as I came across a hole that looked like it had been dug by a dog. And in a way I guess one had.
"That." I said pointing down into the hole. Isaac came up to me, and looked at what I was pointing at.
"Oh my God!"
I crouched down and got a closer look. The werewolf hadn't been after Isaac so much as a meal. The werewolf had dug straight down six feet and busted open a coffin. I leaned in a little closer and noticed the body was missing a certain organ, their liver.
"I think whoever that was that attacked you stole this poor sap's liver. Probably some black market deal or something." I tell him.
"Oh God, I got to call the cops." He said reaching in his pocket for his phone.
"Mind if you leave me out of it? I rather not explain to a cop why I have a gun."
"Why do you have a gun?"
"I'm afraid of the dark." I answer him. He looked like he didn't think he should believe me, but I was being totally honest. Eventually he nods.
"Thanks, Chief." I say standing up to salute him.
"See you around?"
"Well I've learned never to say never, so we'll see." I answer him before walking back to my car. I drive it closer to the graveyard and park it in the woods behind it. I hike back towards the site of the crime, and find a place with a good vantage point where I could see Isaac. I figured if the werewolf was hungry enough to eat a dead man's liver that he might be desperate enough to come back after being scared off. I didn't think Isaac would be able to handle another supernatural upset.
I watched Isaac walk around the open graves with his fingers clutched tightly in his hair until the sky began to lighten. A little later an older man showed up and start yelling at him, the man's face was growing red and spit came flying out of mouth. A familiar sigh. Harsh screams and slurred words echoed from my memory.
"What the hell were you thinking!"
"You little bitch, show some respect."
I bet that asshole down there and John Winchester would have a lot in common. When it looked like the man was about to hit him, I got up ready to intervene, but then the cops showed up halting the man. I crept back into the graveyard and hid behind a gravestone, wanting to see if the cops knew anything, like if this had happened before.
"It's Lahey. Isaac Lahey." Isaac stated his name to the officer.
"You work for your father, Isaac?" the cop questioned.
"When he's not in school," Mr. Lahey answered, "Which is where he needs to be in 20 minutes."
Ga-wd he even sounds like a tool.
"Yeah, I understand that," the cop replied. I could tell by his tone he wasn't a hug fan of the guy either, "But I got a missing teenage girl, and our K-9 unit led us here."
Missing girl? What missing girl? I didn't see anybody else here but the werewolf… There were two growls; maybe the guy wasn't the only one here.
"She's not wearing any clothes, and if she's out here tonight and the temperature really drops…" The cop continues leaving off what could happen to the girl.
"I'm sorry, I-I-I didn't see anything," Isaac stuttered looking down. I could hear a lie and wondered if he though the missing girl was me.
"Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a computer screen, he'd remember." Mr. Asshole Lahey says with a laugh. The hair on the back of the neck stood up, and my fingers inched towards the knife I hid in my boot.
"He's human, Jameson, he's human you can't kill him." I muttered to myself.
"How'd you get that black eye, Isaac?" The officer asked. So maybe not all cops are stupid.
"School." Isaac lied. Well I'm assuming he's lying, after witnessing his dad in action. But then I could be projecting my own daddy issues…again.
"School fight?" the officer pressed.
"Nah, lacrosse."
Wait…Wait…Wait a minute. I may not care a whole lot for lacrosse but don't they have helmets with protective masks that make it near high impossible to get someone's eye like that. Come on Andy Taylor use those smarts, haul the dad off.
"Lacrosse," the cop says intrigued, "You play for Beacon Hills?"
"Yeah," Isaac answered.
"My son plays for the team. Well, I mean, he's on the team. He doesn't typically play. Not yet, anyway. It's…"
And we….'ve lost him folks, he's gone. Over the fence into the pond. I noticed Isaac is no longer paying attention and his looking off somewhere in the distance. I follow his gaze and see the guy from last night, his eyes flash red, revealing his true nature…werewolf. I hear the officer call Isaac's name and I snap back to the group for a moment, before looking back at the werewolf but he's gone. Where did he go?
"What'd this one take?" the officer asked pulling me back into the conversation.
"Her liver."
After that lovely bit of information, the police wrapped up their investigation and I headed towards where I saw the werewolf earlier. I tracked its path to a high school. Great this means Maureen was right I should be in school.
~Carry On~
I decided to abandon my hunt until night time. I really couldn't run around town with in a gun during school hours. I went back to my Mustang and drove to see Maureen again. Maybe she'll have some other useful advice. I heard a loud huff, the moment I walked in the diner. I looked up to see a glaring Maureen at me from her place behind the counter.
"Morning, Maureen." I sing-songed. Her scowl deepened. I grinned, happy that I pissed her off. I walked up and sat at the counter.
"I'll take a hot chocolate and a stack of pancakes."
"Anything else?"
"A side of bacon would be nice, and I'm still waiting on that smile."
She pursed her lips, before storming back into the kitchen. She comes back with my hot chocolate and puts it down in front of me.
"What's your excuse today, blondie?"
"Cramps, but I should be in school before the week's up." I tell her taking a sip of my drink.
"New to town?"
"Yeah."
She nods and goes off to greet some customers that just came in. I think me and Maureen became friends. 10 minutes later she drops off my pancakes, bacon, and syrup. She also brought me another cup of hot chocolate. Still no smile though, but tomorrow is another day. I grin at the thought and shovel my pancakes into my mouth.
~Carry On~
I go back to the house after brunch and catch a few zzzs. Luckily, I was too exhausted to even dream, and I managed to get a few undisturbed hours. When I woke up I started researching Beacon Hills High School I heard at the diner that the missing girl was a high-schooler and I tracked the werewolf from last night there. It was becoming more and more apparent that Maureen was right, and school was the place to be.
I made a call to the school pretending to be my aunt to start the registration. It was a fairly simple process, and I just needed to drop off a copy of my birth certificate, proof of residency, proof of custody, and a record of immunization, emergency contact form. Fortunately for me, Bobby had made some of these documents, proof of custody, birth certificate, and immunization record, when he was looking into getting me started at the nearby high school in Sioux Falls. The emergency contact form and proof of residency would be easy to fake on my end. I drove to the school and dropped off what was made and said I bring the rest tomorrow morning when I got my classes.
After I was registered, I decided to buy a few school supplies before familiarizing myself with Beacon Hills. I needed to know every nook and cranny where a werewolf could hide. As I explored the town, I had the police scanner I installed when I was helping Bobby fix this baby up turned on. I thought it would be useful in hunts. It would be one less obstacle to jump over when we needed… I needed to obtain information. When I reached the edge of town I heard a crackling and muffled voices over the scanner. I tuned the machine until I got a clear voice.
"I didn't copy that. Did you say 4-1-5 Adam?"
"They were taking a heart attack victim. D.O.A. But on the way to the hospital something hit 'em."
Okay, color me intrigued.
"What? Hit the ambulance?"
"Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere."
"All right, unit four, what's your 20?"
"Route Five and post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this."
"All right take it easy I'm on my way."
I actually know where that is, I make a U-turn and head back towards Route 5. I parked a mile away from where the ambulance was and hiked the rest of the way. When I came upon the scene I had to agree with the guy from the radio. It was a grisly sight. I looked around for tracks and saw beaten down brush across the road. I backpedaled a bit so not to bring attention to myself before crossing the highway. I clung to the tree line until I found the area of interest. It turned out to be a hot lead as tracks were only a few feet away from it. I followed the mess the obviously frightened werewolf left in its wake. I came across this one area on the trail where there was a scuffle. Two werewolves? The missing girl and the big guy from the graveyard? Or where there more?
I gleaned from the scene that one had run away and the other followed. I continued to follow the pair and their trail led me to an interesting surprise. One of the werewolves I followed was hanging from a trap in the tree, cut in half at the waist. An older man was cleaning a sword, surrounded by other hunters.
A familiar middle-aged man walks up to the older man and speaks angrily to him. The old man slams his sword into the ground, and I finally get a good look at him. Well, well, well. I emerge from my hiding place and pad softly towards the group.
"No code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half." I heard him say. I laughed interrupting his big dramatic moment.
"I didn't think you ever had a code, Argent, I thought it was just a lie you told yourselves at night to make you seem more superior." I taunted him, smirking as I did so. The men turned towards me.
"Winchester." Gerard hissed.
"You know I've always wondered why people say our name like that."
"Because you're a thorn in their side as well, a thorn I won't tolerate in this town."
"Don't see your name on it and as the Winchester name has a better record in the honor department, I think I'll stay. Can't have another Argent becoming a psychopath like your daughter, now can we?" I taunted. I saw his hand inch closer to his sword, but Chris stopped him.
"Where are your brothers?" Chris asked.
"Vacation." I deadpanned.
"So you're just a little kitten pretending to be a tiger." Gerard said with a smirk.
"Well I did help stop the Apocalypse while you guys were sitting on your asses so…I would say it was the other way around."
Gerard scowled and actually growled at me.
"Stay out of my way, Winchester or so help me I'l—"
"What Argent? Whatcha gonna do?" I question him, "Kill me? We both know what would come for you if you did?"
"Stay out of my way."
"Nope, Nope, and more nope." I answer him, "See you around Argents."
I give them a quick little wave and head back towards my car. This hunt just became very, very interesting.
~Carry On~
Scott's Perspective:
"Who's that?" I asked, when a blonde girl about my age walked up to Gerard.
"I'm not sure." Derek answered. I tuned into the conversation.
"Winchester." Gerard spat.
"Winchester!" Derek exclaimed, almost sounding…afraid, "We have to go now."
"What? Why? Don't you want to know what's going on?"
"All I know is if she's here, her brothers aren't too far off, and they are not the type of hunters to you want to mess with."
Derek dragged me away from the hunters. I turned back and took one last look at the girl who had set everyone on edge. She didn't look like much, I mean she was pretty, she just didn't look scary or imposing. Just a lot of attitude. Once we were far enough away Derek pushed me in the direction of town. I turn around to ask him a question, but he's already gone. I've got to learn how to do that.
~Carry On~
Next up: Jameson goes to school!