A/N: Derek/OC and Stiles/ OC
A/N: Bold Italic is Amethyst's older sister Roxanne is text and phone calls.
A/N: All outfits, cars, and such are on my profile page
A/N: Italic is implied sarcasm. Italic is also thoughts.
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The Night Before (Their Lives Changed Forever)


Amethyst P.O.V.


I wake with a start. A little confused, I look around my room. The first thing I see is my floor to ceiling bookcases. I see my walk-in closet, my bathroom and my door. I breathe a sigh of relief and get out of bed. To most people it would be freezing but since my sister and I are shifter's we run at a hotter temperature than normal people.

Still feeling uneasy I go over and pull the curtains open. Immediately the moonlight floods in and I relax and turn my face up to the moon. I notice it's full tonight and instantly I get the urge to shift and run. A movement in the window catches my eyes but it's only my reflection. I relax and head back to bed.

Thud

I freeze. I open my door, shift into a cat and then run down the stairs. I shift back and turn and head to my back door. I open it and slip out. I pad around to the front and lean on the side of the house. I swing around and rush to the person and put one of my claws to their neck.

"Freeze," I say, my voice icy. The person freezes and slowly puts their hands up.

"Misty! It's me, Scott!" My best friend Scott squeaks, his voice cracking. I let out a huge sigh of relief and annoyance,I retract my claws and brush past him to turn on the porch light.

Then I turn to face him. "You asshole! What the hell were you thinking! You gave me a heart attack!" He shuffles his feet sheepishly.

"Sorry?" He offers with a rueful grin.

"What is that had been on of my parents uh? We love you guys but they don't like the fact that the three of us keep getting into trouble." I rant and Scott gives me his kicked puppy look.

I take one look and his face then exclaim "Damn you and your stupid kicked puppy look!"

Scott laugh then asks "Okay, we good?"

"Yeah, we're good." I say and reach up and ruffle his hair. He try's to duck but isn't fast enough and I smile.

"Boo!" I turn my head to see Stiles handing from our roof my his feet. I glare and say, "Really Stiles? I heard your thud from when you got on the roof I knew you were there the whole time!" He laughs nervously

"Like I was just telling Scooby here. My parents love you guys but hate the fact that I keep getting into trouble." I say with a pointed stare in Stiles direction.

"Why are you glaring and me and not Scott?" Stiles asks flabbergasted.

"Because your always the one that comes up with the crazy ideas that get Scooby and me in trouble!" I exclaim.

"Okay, okay. Did you forget why we came here in the first place? Though I am starting to regret it." Stiles says giving both Scott and me a hurt look.

"We came here to ask you if you wanted to join us on an adventure?" Stiles continues excitedly. I laugh, it has always-ed amazed me how Stiles can quickly go from one emotions to another in split seconds, it's almost like he's high or something.

"I don't know guys. I wanted to sleep in for school. I want to make a good first impression for the first day." I say and Stiles and Scott pout. They hang their heads and shuffle down the stairs and down the driveway. I look from Stiles to Scott to Stiles then sigh. "I am so going to regret this in the morning." Their heads rise up, they stop and they grin at me.

"Yes! We'll wait in the car." Scott say and I nod and sneak back in the house. I pause at the door and whisper shout "Oh and I call shotgun!" and then close the front door and hurry up the stairs. When I get into my room I go over to my closet, turn on the light and shut the door. I grab black leather jacket and slip it on, making sure my silver wolfsbane dagger if securely tucked in my jackets hidden pocket. I grab a pair of ankle socks and my black and white lace high top shoes and slip them on. I grab my phone and slip it in my pocket. I finger my howling wolf coin necklace and take a deep breath.

I can do this.

I will not shift.

As I am sneaking out of my closet I grab my silver triskele wheel pendant on a long black braided cord necklace and slip it on. When I'm done I sneak out and run over to Stiles jeep and get in the front. As soon as I get in the car Stiles starts it up and drives away.

"So, what the deal?" I ask and instantly Stiles face lights up. "I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Though it has been a bit longer since we came to get you." He says excitedly flailing his hands.

"Stiles, get to the point." I say tiredly with a yawn.

"Alright, dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Hills department, and even state police." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Okay, so?" I say.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods. Now when I told genius over here," Stiles jerked a thumb at Scott. He asked me, "A dead body?," I of course sarcastically told him it was a body of water." I laugh and give Scott and disappointed look. He ducks his head and smiles shyly.

It takes us about ten minutes or so to get to the preserve. We get out and Scott suddenly says, "Are we seriously doing this?" Stiles huffs in irritation.

"You're the one whose always bitchin' that nothing ever happens in this place." Stiles pats his shoulder as he walks past Scott.

Scott hold out his arms and says, "I was trying to get a good nights sleep before practice tomorrow."

I walk up beside him and pat his arm and say "Awww, poor Scooby. Maybe someday all that work will finally pay off!" He flashes me an irritated glance and opens his mouth to speak. Before he can Stiles interrupts with sarcasm.

"Right! 'Cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Scott huffs. "No, because I'm playing this year."

I grin. "Go Scooby!" He rolls his eyes and continues. "In fact, I'm making first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit." Stiles glances at Scott. I smirk and run ahead.

"Everyone should have a dream. Even a pathetically unrealistic one." Stiles says. Scott shakes his head in annoyance and I feel a flash of guilt. I turn and wait for him and when he reaches me I put my hands on his shoulders and say " I was just joking. I believe in you, Scooby. If you believe that you can make first line then I believe that you can make first line."

He looks down at me and smiles his thanks. I squeeze his arm and slip ahead. "Just out of curiosity, what half of the body are we looking for?" I freeze and slowly look back at Stiles.

"Huh! I didn't even think about that." Stiles says and I groan and slow down. Scott looks a little frustrated. "What if whatever killed the body is still out here?" I look at Stiles, hoping he didn't bring us out here with the killer still at large.

"Also something I didn't think about." Sty says and I groan again. "I knew this was a bad idea! You know what?" I point at Stiles. "If I die, you stay away from my funeral." He grin sheepishly.

We get to a little hill and as we climb up, Scott speaks up again. "It's comforting to know you planned this out with your usual attention to detail."

"No kidding." I say, taking Scott's hand as he helps me up the hill.

"I know," Stiles says, sarcastically. Scott starts to wheeze and I slow down with him. "Hey Stiles!" He turns around, while Scott takes a hit off his inhaler I say, "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one with the flash light?"

"Yeah." Scott agrees. Stiles dives to the ground without answering. Scott and I get down beside him. Stiles is shining the flashlight straight ahead and his eyes are wide. We hear the bark of a dog and see flashing lights ahead.

"Turn it off!" Scott hiss at Stiles. He scramble to do as Scott says. Stiles gets up with an excited look on his face.

"Come on!" He races ahead.

"Oh. MY. GOD!" I groan and drop my head to the ground.

"He is an idiot." Scott gets up and pulls me up with him.

"Stiles," he shouts, taking another hit from his inhaler. "Wait up!" We chase after our brain-dead best friend.

"Stiles!" We whisper shout. He ignores us and continues running.

"Stiles!" We shout, AGAIN. He finally stops and turns to face us. Then he turns around as a police dog barks at him. I quickly pull Scott behind a tree and try to catch my breath. Damn! I can't get caught!

"Whaaaaa!" He screeches, flailing and falling to the ground. "Stay right there!" The cop shines the light in Stiles face.

"Hang on, hang on!" I flash a happy grin at Scott. It's Daddy Stilinki to the rescue! "This delinquent belongs to me." I poke my head out and snicker into my hands. Stiles lowers his hands.

"Dad! How you doing?" Papa Stilinski ignores the question in favor of one of his own. "So, do you uh, listen into all my phone calls?" Stiles shakes his head.

"No!" Papa Stilinski just looks at him disbelievingly and Stiles cracks. "Not the boring ones." Papa Stilinski gives him a stern look and then looks our way and we duck behind the tree again.

"So where's your usual partners in crime?" Stiles tries to bluff his way out.

"Who Scott? Sc-Scott's home. He said he wanted a goodnight sleep for his first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone." Daddy Stilinski sighs.

"And what about Amethyst?" Stiles tries to fake a surprised look.

"She's at home, I guess. Why would we go to her house?" He laughs nervously. Papa Stilinski sighs again. "Three months ago I would have believed that. Now however I know she is on almost all of your little schemes." Stiles scoffs.

"That was a one time thing!"

"Yeah right. I know she is in deep with you and Scott." Daddy Stilinki says with a doubtful look on his face. Daddy Stilinski shines his light in our direction. "Scott, you out there! Amethyst!" We pause, then his voice comes a little more uncertain. "Scott? Misty?!" When we don't answer he turns back to Stiles and turns off his light.

"Well young man. I'm gonna walk you back to your car," he grabs the scruff of Stiles neck. "And you and I are going to have a talk about something called, "Invasion of Privacy." I breathe a sigh of relief as their voices fade away. A rumble of thunder makes me jump. As we turn and walk off we hear a chilling howl. We stop.

"Did you hear that?" Scott asks in a low voice.

"Yeah definitely heard that!" I say tense ready to shift at any moment.

We start to hurry now and Scott keeps glancing behind us. We both jump when some birds makes a noise in the trees. Suddenly a bunch of deer came bounding toward us. We cower on the ground and Scott pulls me under him and wraps his arms around me protectively.

It happens for what seems forever, but it finally stops. We get up and look at each other. "Did that just happen?"I ask.

"Yep." Scott say and gets out his phone and shines its light on the ground, I slip my hand into his. Guiding the phone's light over the ground, Scott doesn't find his inhaler but does manage to briefly illuminate a face. Dead eyes peer up from the pale, yet beautiful face of a young woman torn in half.

"Ahhh!" Scott and I lurches up and Scott tripping on his own feet and tumbles over an unearthed root of a tree. Suddenly, he's propelled down a leaf-covered slope, rolling head over heels right into a creek bed. I laugh then slid down too help him. Pushing himself up from the icy water, a breathless Scott looks up at the embankment down which he just fell. He's about to stand when a low growl stops us from moving.

Stops us breathing.

Something crouches in the shadows near Scott's right side. Something right behind me, as I'm on Scott's right side. Something very large. Scott slowly stands and says "Misty. There a giant wolf behind you. I want you to run."

"What about you?" I ask worriedly. There is no way in hell I'm leaving Scott to this wolf. If I have to I'll just run till he can't see me and shift.

"Don't worry about me I'll be fine just run when I tell you too. Ok!" Scott asks me and I nod.

"Now!" Scott shouts and I take off running. When I get father away I stop and shift, my clothes dissolve. I am a large creamish, white, tan and gray wolf. You can see my bones moving and shifting under my skin. Once I land on my four paws I take off back in the direction of Scott's screaming. When I get there I see I giant black wolf biting Scott's side, so I run full speed at the wolf slamming into it's side. As I am fighting the wolf I briefly see Scott get up and run away and then suddenly the wolf stops fight and runs away.

I start running until I hit the road where I turn back around and shift back. When I shift back my clothes instantly appear again. I check to make sure that my phone is in my jacket pockets, and that my knife is in my hidden jacket pocket on the inside. I see that everything is there I start walking in the direction of my house.

A shiny black Chevrolet Camaro car pulls up and a sexy male with ebony black hair, nice eyebrows a straight nose, some stubble, and nice lips rolls down the window. Oh My God...it's Mr. McSexy A.K.A. dude who I literally ran into in the beginning of summer.

"Need a ride?" Mr. McSexy says. I run and open the door and slide in flashing him a grin. "Even if you were the psycho murderer that's on the loose I would love to die while getting a ride in this car." He raises and eyebrow and I blush.

"Not that you are a psycho murderer!" I say.

"What? You don't think I could be a murderer?" Mr. McSexy says with a pout.

"Nah, your too hot to be a killer. It would be a crime if you were the killer."I say then blush when I realize what I just said. I buckle myself in as he starts to drive.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Amethyst but you can call me Gem." I say and put my hand in my pocket and take out my mp3. When I notice there is a mp3 player hook up I ask "May I?" and he wordlessly gestures for my to go ahead. I hook up my mp3 and put on my "Favorite Songs" playlist. I relax when the beginning of "I Know I'm a Wolf" starts to play and I absentmindedly notice that Mr. McSexy briefly tense then relaxes.

"Any particular reason for the song?" Mr. McSexy asks.

"No, I just love wolves." I say shooting him a grin.

"So what else is on this playlist?" He asks.

"I Know I'm a Wolf, Howl, Howl, The Lion and the Wolf, Wonderland, Hungry Like the Wolf, Lil' Red Riding Hood, We Must be Killers, Your a Wolf, and She Wolf." I say having memorized the list of songs and what order they go in.

"Why did you say "Howl" twice?" McSexy asks confused.

"Oh. One is by the Unlikely Candidates and the other is by Florence and the Machine." I say and then a pleasant silence falls over the car.

"Wake up. Wake up." Someone says and I groan. "Leave me alone, Scooby. I wanna sleep." A pause. "I'm not Scooby." The voice is so offended I nearly giggle. The next thing I know I am being carried. Somehow he manages to climb into my room, which is on the second floor while carrying me. He sets me in my bed and turns to leave. "Wait, Before you go, what's your name?"I ask.

"My name is Derek." He says turning around to give me a soft smile.

"Well Derek, if you thought I was defenseless" I reach into my jacket pocket pull out my knife and without looking I throw it and just narrowly miss his head. "Think again."


Bang. Bang. Bang.

I groan and roll over and shove my head under my pillow. "Time to get ready for school!" my dad shouts.

I pull my head out from under my pillow. "Okay, I'm up!" I push-off the covers and go to my curtains and push them open. I grin with happiness. I walk to my stereo and put in my "Eminem" CD. It has all my favorite Eminem songs on it. The song "Survival" comes on and I bob my head as I go to the shower.

I hum along as I get undressed and slip into the shower. I step under the spray and flinch, the water is burning hot. I stand there for a few minutes to let my body adjust to heat. Once my body adjusts to the temperature I step under the spray and rest my forehead against the cool tiles. The hot water cascades over my body and relaxes my muscles.

I shake my head and grab my body wash. I take my time lathering my hair and body with soap and shampoo before rinsing off. The water is starting to cool down so I quickly lather my hair up with conditioner before rinsing that out. I reach down, turn off the water, and grab two towels, one to wrap around my body and the other to wrap around my hair.

I grab my lace burgundy crop top and black leather skirt with silver zippers up the front and sides. I slip into them, then grab a pair of back ankle socks and my burgundy gold studded heels and slip them on. I grab my howling wolf coin necklace and my silver trisklelion pendent with a burgundy gem in the middle on a black braided cord necklace and slip them on over my straight black hair with red cool aid hair dye in it.

I slip in a pair of burgundy rose stud earrings. I grab my sleek black watch and my burgundy stack bracelet and slip them on. I decide to forgo a pair of gloves and grab my silver wolf head mask and a burgundy and black ring and slip them on.

I grab black leather jacket and slip it on, making sure my silver wolfsbane dagger if securely tucked in my jackets hidden pocket. I grab my phone and slip it in my pocket. I slip my headphones, lighter and my school books into my backpack, grab my keys and head downstairs.

I grab my silver thermos cup filled with a chocolate banana ice cream shake and an apple from the kitchen before shouting "Come on Roxy! Time to Go! We don't want to me late!" I wait by the front door. When Roxy comes down I take in her appearance. She is wearing a dark red plaid shirt over dark wash ripped jeans and a pair of my black and red heels.

"Nice! Stiles will love it!" I says and she blushes.

"I don't like him in that way, so why would I care if Stiles loves it?" Roxy says but I can tell she's lying. I tap the side of my nose to let her know I can smell her lie. She blushes and studiously ignores me. "Sure. Mom, Dad were leaving!" I shout.

"Be careful and drive safely." They shout. I open the door and walk over to my car. I get in and start her up, grinning at the smooth purr she makes when I rev the engine.

When we roll into the parking lot with Wonderland by Natalia Kills blasting, all eyes are on us. I get to Scott just in time to see Jackson hit Scott in the back with the door of his silver Porsche. Jackson gets out and shuts the door. He stops by Scott and says, "Dude. Watch the paint job." Poor Scooby looked so confused it made me giggle. It brought their attention on to me.

"Come on! We've got better things to do with our time." I say ignore Jackson and walk past him and hooked my arm with Scott's. Jackson stiffens at the obvious jab at him.

"Thanks!" Scott whispers gratefully as we walk away.

"No problem. I believe in hate at first sight and it was definitely hate at fight sight with Jackson." I say and Scott gives me a dubious look. They all know of my crush on him. We are walking to the school when Stiles called out to us.

"Wait up!" We stopped and waited as he was desperately sucking in air. "Sorr-" He stopped his eyes wide. "That's way to much skin showing."Stiles says protectively and I grin. I look over and Scott has the exact same look on his face and I can't help it. I burst out laughing. Stiles turns and shyly looks over at Roxy.

"You look nice. I love the plaid." Stile says and I give her my famous "I told you so" look. "Thanks" she says shyly and then they turn back to Scooby and I.

"Now,What happened last night? Are you okay?" Stiles asks. I pretend to looks confused when Stiles looks over at me.

"He didn't tell you?" He asks and I shake my head.

"No, what is it?"

"Scott says something bit him." I make my eyes widened.

"Where? Let me see!" Roxy says and Scott sighs but pulls up his shirt. "Whoa!" Stiles says and reaches out to touch the blood stained bandage. Scott pulls back.

"Yeah. It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Stiles and Rox glance at each other. Stiles speaks up, "A wolf bit you?"

"Uh, huh."

"Naw, not a chance." Stiles says.

"Yeah, there is 0% chance of you getting bitten by a wolf." Roxanne chimes in.

Scott scoffs. "I heard a wolf howling."

"No you didn't." Stiles easily dismisses what Scott says.

"Um, Sty? I heard a wolf last night too. Actually I heard it twice." He looks back and forth between us.

Scott speaks up, "What do you mean, no I didn't. How do you know what I heard?"

Stiles laughs. "Because California doesn't have wolves. Okay, not in like, 60 years."

"Not true!" Scott exclaims and I sigh and roll my eyes.

"I heard that too, Scottie." Rox says and his brow wrinkles.

"Really?"

"Yes, really!" Stiles exclaims. "There are no wolves in California." Scott glances away and back with a smirk on his face, "Really because I saw a murderous looking, beast-like black Van Helsing wolf and a large creamish, white, tan and gray wolf fighting" Scott says.

"What!" Stiles and Roxanne shout and I wince. Roxy turns and glares at me. "I'm in trouble." I think. I frown, it's not like their going to find out that was me. Geesh! Everybody has their secret, some or just bigger than others.

"Well, if you don't believe me about the wolves, then you're definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I saw the body." Stiles spasms and Rox snap her head around to Scott in shock.

"You what?!" Stiles and Rox chorus in unison again. "Are you kidding me?" They ask.

"I wish. I'm going to have nightmares about it for a month. Ask Misty she saw it too. " Scott says.

Stiles turns and slaps Scott's chest. "Dude, That's freaking awesome. This is seriously the best thing that's happened to this town since..." He trails off, looking past Scott, Roxy and I.

We know without looking that Lydia Martin is close by. A second later I am proved right. "...since the birth of Lydia Martin who's walking toward us now." Lydia, a strawberry blonde bombshell struts past us giggling with her friend and doesn't even glance our way. "

Hey Lydia, how are you? You look...like you're going to ignore me." Scott, Rox and I share a look, then laugh at the longing look on our best friends face.

Stiles turns to look at us annoyed. "You're the cause of this, you know." He says, pointing a finger at each of us, "You three are dragging me down to your nerd depths." The bell rings and we head to the doors. "I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet-nerded by you." I laugh and pat his chest.

"Poor Stiles, the nerd quoting the Scarlett Letter." I say with a laugh at his offended look. As we head inside I see Boyd so I change direction. "Boyd!" I squeal and run and throw myself into his arms. His stoic face breaks into a grin as he catches me and twirls me around.

"Hey, shorty. Looking good." He says and I scowl. I say I hate that nickname but secretly I love it. He sets me down and I do the once over on him. "I can say the same for you!" I grin. "You look like you've grown another couple of feet. How tall are you now? 6 feet tall?" He grins and shakes his head.

"No, I'm only 5 feet, 8 inches." I gasp in shock and playfully swat his arm.

"Only? I know some guys who would kill to be as tall as you!" He grins, his teeth bright white against his dark skin. I twine my arm around his and pull him down the hall. We head into our first period English class. I sit next to him, across from Scott and Stiles. Before I can say anything Mr. Curtis walks in.

"As you all know by now, there was indeed a body found in the woods last night. I'm sure your eager little minds are coming up with all sorts of macabre scenarios about how it happened but I've been told that the police have a suspect in custody." I look at Boyd and then over to Scott and Stiles.

We all shrug at the news as Mr. Curtis continues speaking. "A vagrant with a long history of psychiatric disorders was discovered camping out in the woods near where the body was found. Which means your undivided attention can be given to the syllabus outlining the semester on your desks. Read it now. And by read I don't mean skim."

I peer up and see Mr. Curtis looking at papers on his desk. I lean over and put my head on Boyd's shoulder and whisper, "How your car coming?" He smiles and leans down and says "Good, almost done I have to get new leather seats then I'm done."

"How much is that going to cost?" I whisper and peer up at Mr. Curtis.

"About $50." Boyd says looking at his papers.

"I'll pay for it and before you protest I'm doing this because you helped me with my car, so no complaints" I say and Boyd nods ok knowing there's no changing my mind.

I smile softly and look around. Stiles and Roxy are reading their syllabus but Scott is staring outside. I frown in confusion as he looks like he is listening to something. I follow his gaze and see a pretty girl talking on her phone. I look back at Scott. He couldn't possibly be able to hear that far away. It isn't possible unless you like Roxy and me and have supernatural hearing. I notice the principle joining the girl and look back to my paper.

After a few minutes the door opens and we all look up. The principle gestures to the girl and starts to speak. "Class, this is our new student Allison Argent." I sit up in surprise. Argent is a Latin name. It is a shorter form for the word Argentum, which literally translates into "silver." Of course, it is also the word for silver in French. I wonder what if her ancestry is the same Argent who hunt werewolves and if so... that might be a problem.

"Please do your best to make her feel welcome." I follow her with my eyes. She smiles shyly as she passes me to sit behind Scott who looks like all his dreams have come true. She puts her notebook down, then glances up to see Scott turned toward her, holding out a pen. With a relieved but curious smile, she takes it from him.

"Thanks." She smiles at him. Scott gives her a nod. He turns around, his gaze focuses on Stiles's desk where his friend's sunglasses sit. In the mirrored lenses Scott can see Allison reflected behind him and he can't take his eyes off her.

I smile and whisper to Boyd. "He's so cute, already falling in love with the new girl." I giggle. "

At least we know she won't be lonely." I glance back at her scanning her clothes. She is wearing a cute brown leather jacket, a clingy grey t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans, a blue scarf and cute shoes. She has long black hair, a square shape face, pink lips, and brown eyes. All in all she is very pretty and she has that innocent beauty hanging around her and she is more than likely actually innocent.

She looks up and catches me eyeing her. She smiles awkwardly and I give her a reassuring smile. I turn back around when Mr. Curtis stands up and says, "Okay, let's begin with Kafka metamorphosis on page 133."