I don't own Teen Wolf. I own my OC's. Forgot to say that last time. :P

Marcie's Point of View

I pulled up to my parent's house. It was weird. I felt like I was dreaming. I was pulling my suitcases out of my car. There was an eerie chill in the air. Something had just gone down. Something huge. And I smelt burning flesh.

M.P.O.V.

Today I woke up at noon, which was not rare for me. I need to get a hobby or something. Then it hit me. I should get a job. It would give me something to do and hey, I might learn a thing or two. I rubbed my eyes and looked in the mirror. My hair looked fried and my eyes looked washed out. I decided today was makeover day. I quickly dressed in shorts and a black blouse and ran out to my car. I pulled up to a beauty salon. My mom had worked here. They had offered me a job there when I was 15 but I moved shortly after. Anyways, I locked my car and walked in. Two hours later I walked out with red-brown hair with blue and white feathers and my hair straightened. I got my nails done and went shopping. It was already six pm when I got home. I needed to learn to be more productive. The next day I woke up and threw on the first thing I saw. I finger combed my hair and grabbed my bag. "Uggghhhh." I sighed. I was driving along the road when I passed a place I never wanted to see again. Beacon Hills High School a.k.a. a prison. I figured I might as well go in. I locked my car and was ready to walk in when I heard a yell. "Don't go in! Don't go in!" I whipped around. A frantic looking teenage boy was running towards me. He had blonde hair and was a bit taller then me, "Um…why?" This kid looked nuts. "A few days ago a girl was attacked here. She's in critical condition – the school's under investigation and they don't want…people…inside." I raised my eyebrows. I sighed. "That sucks. What was…that girls' name? Is she okay?"

"Lydia Martin. No one knows. She's been in the hospital since the attack."

"Hmmm…never heard of her. That poor girl." Something was not right. 'Well…thanks for the heads up." I turned away and opened my car door.

"Are you a werewolf?"

"WHAT! Excuse me? That is not a question you ask people, jeez." Me, being the klutz I am, hit my head on the roof of my car while freaking out.

"Well…is that a yes?"

I raised my eyebrows, what the hell happened in this town. Beacon Hills was already a fucked up place but now, it was just crazy.

"Who's asking? Why do you want to know? Who the hell are you anyway?" I pointed a finger at him.

"My name's Jackson." He ran a hand through his hair. "You're different. I can tell just by looking at you. People in this town have a different kind-of 'different' and you're not from here."

I closed my eyes. "My name is Marcie. I lived here for 15 years and yes – I'm that kind-of different."

"Good." He smiled and there was and evil glint in his eyes. I began to back up and hit my car.

"Ouch." I muttered. I didn't take my eyes off Jackson. He was still smiling – he looked crazy. I slid towards me and grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain. "Ow…ow…ow…let me go." I whimpered.

"Come with me."

Why are the crazy ones always hot? Ugh.

I followed Jackson's car to the clearing in the woods. I could smell the burning flesh now. I was coughing and gagging in my car. Damn werewolf senses. "Derek!" Jackson got out of his car and yelled. Wow. I didn't see that one coming. I rolled my eyes. I stepped out of my car and began walking. I let my free hand touch the leaves and trees and memories came flooding back. My senses were no longer full of burning flesh – they were full of memories and lavender. Lavender. What smelled like lavender? My eyes snapped open. I was about two feet from the half burned Hale house. Laura. Laura smelled like lavender. Jackson was just watching me. I turned around. "What?" I cocked my head to the side. "Your reaction is…different from what I expected." He looked amused. "Oh Jackson, I almost lived here for most of my life. You should have just told me it was the Hale house."

"I didn't know that."

"Don't lie." I smiled. "It's a bad habit." Jackson paled. This kid really needed to man up. "Hi Derek." I smiled as I turned around. "It's been years."

Derek Hale hadn't changed. Other than the fact he was an alpha now.

Does Marcie remind you of Kate? She really does to me and I swear it's a coincidence. And yes, this part of my story takes place after the finale. I wanted to come up with my own character that would have "their story" and not get too caught up in the show's plot. And I know this chapter was crazy weird but I'm on a horror kick lately and wanted start off with some evil. :P And I promise the chapters are getting longer.

Until next time,

Bee

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