Not my first fan fiction but the other was really bad so I'm having another go. I sort of imagined Elysium to be average height, with grey eyes and dirty blonde hair like Evan Peter's. she has fairly pale skin. At one point, it gets compared to porcelain I think but that's because its really smooth. So yeh, enjoy! :)

I looked out of the car window at Beacon Hills, a new town, a new family, a new life. If only it meant that I didn't have to leave my old one behind. My past, the thing that defined who I was, what I aspired to be, if only it was normal and not full of pain.

"You okay honey?" Mrs McCall, my new foster mother asked me, catching my eye in the rear-view mirror of her car. I tried to smile at her, after all, she was the one taking in a girl who had been in an asylum for three years, and the least I could do was be hospitable. It turned out to be more of a grimace. I wanted to make her happy, she had been really kind to me from the word go and I could tell that she was a good person, telling me about her son, Scott and how my bedroom was.

I hadn't actually met Scott, before, he didn't seem to want an adopted sister from a loony bin. I couldn't blame him, if I had had my way, I wouldn't even be here. I would be with my family, wherever you go after death.

My family were killed by hunters, werewolf hunters a few years ago, leaving only myself to fend in the world. Naturally, I wanted to join them in death so I set out to do just that. Didn't realise how hard it was to commit suicide when you were a werewolf. Well, until I realised that I would need a lethal dose of wolf's bane – which I couldn't seem to find anywhere. I didn't want to go to hunters no matter how much I wanted to go, they scared the shit out of me after what they had done to my family. Many people would want revenge instead. I was like that at first, blinded by hate until I just sort of, folded in on myself and I almost, disappeared. Well until they found me doing it the old fashioned way, coughing up pills on the bathroom floor of the hotel.

That was three years ago, when I was fifteen. I knew that I had to carry on the family's legacy of the silver wolf. Unlike most werewolves, my family, including myself, turned into a silver wolf when the time came for it. Obviously, this meant that hunters were always trying to come after our heads. So we fled to a remote part of the forest in America and stayed there until everybody thought that we were a myth. I suppose all of my life had been about disappearing into the crowd and being forgotten about.

To carry on my family's legacy, I had to meet a guy and have little werewolf puppies with him. But that was kind of hard to do, considering I hadn't actually spoken to anyone, much less a guy since my family's death.

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"Elysium honey, were home," my name Elysium, meaning place of ideal happiness. Ironic really, 'cause I sure was the picture of happiness. The guy who picked it must have been high. "you don't mind Elysium? Do you? I mean, the doctors couldn't get your name so…." She trailed off, letting me actually get out of the car. I didn't feel comfortable giving my name, giving them any way that hunters could track me.

Before we went inside, I peered up through my dull grey eyes and dirty blonde hair at the house. It was okay, I guess, nothing like my old one that oozed home and happiness. It was destroyed now. "Scott!" Melissa called as she opened the unlocked door. I already knew that he was home; I had picked up two heartbeats as we pulled up. Scott's quickened as he sped down the stairs at a breakneck speed. It only widened when he saw us at the bottom of the steps. He looked like a good kid, with beauty spots adorning some of his face and light brown hair lying unruly on top of his head. He actually had a pale face, he looked nothing like Melissa.

"Stiles, really!? I thought I said just Scott?" Melissa looked worn out. So it wasn't Scott, but Stiles, his delinquent best friend. Apparently they got into a lot of trouble together. Stiles ran past us and out of the door, muttering sorry as he passed us by. I followed his path to a tattered blue jeep that I hadn't nodded before, still grinning as he pulled away.

"Scott! Please actually come downstairs now! You need to meet Elysium!" This time it was actually Scott who came down the stairs, going not nearly as fast as Stiles had. As I picked up his scent finally I realised, oh no, oh no no no no. he was a werewolf. He couldn't be! Wait, if I could sense him, could he sense me? Did Melissa know? Was he born like this? Were they even actually related? Were they going to turn me over to hunters? Of course this would happen to me. I should have tried harder to source wolfs bane.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Melissa gently but firmly calling out my name. I blushed in embarrassment and looked down at the floor before turning to Melissa again. I knew my eyes were begging for her to show me to my room. Before she could however, Scott stepped in, "it's fine, I can do it mum," oh god no, I looked to foster mother to help but she just beamed at the two of us and mouthed 'go'. Reluctantly, I followed my new brother upstairs, just hoping that he didn't realise I was a werewolf too.

SCOTT P.O.V

Elysium was pretty, not just your normal pretty, but Allison Argent pretty. Her eyes, though dull held endless colours, her lips were full but pulled down into a sad frown and her jaw was pronounced – probably from not eating. But I couldn't focus on that, she was my sister now, who had been in an asylum for three years. Who wouldn't speak. Who smelled kind of like…..

My train of thought was stopped as we reached Elysium's new room. I looked at he and smiled in reassurance but she didn't notice, she was staring into the room. Her eyes now held wonder, with a gleam that could only mean one thing; she liked it. Good job! It took us two months top pick and place the furniture and paint it just the right shade or purple before Elysium came.

Before she got lost in she got lost in it all, I spoke up. "Err, Elysium?" she looked up quickly at the sound of my voice, startled, but looked at the floor with the same speed. "I know that I didn't come to visit you with mum but I wanted to! I really did, I swear! I just had too much homework and I had to decorate and cook for when mum came back and stuff…." She looked up at me and I smiled, hoping she would believe my shit excuse. Okay, so maybe it wasn't the truth, when did I ever cook? But I couldn't exactly tell her that werewolves existed before she had even settled in. "So I'll see you for dinner? Pizza?" I asked hesitantly, I knew she wouldn't answer but I had to make her feel at home, what with her family dying in a freak accident and all. She didn't look at me, or give me any affirmation for that matter, she just ran into her room and shut the door. Ah well, it was worth a shot. I walked slowly into my own room to call Stiles about it.

ELYSIUM P.O.V

I had heard the blip in his heart he apologised for not being able to come to the 'family visits'. I knew that he had wanted to see me but what was the real reason? What was going on in this sleepy town?

I lead down on my new bed and looked around me, the room had simple purple walls with a bed in the middle and dark furniture. I liked it, although it had nothing of mine in it, I hardly had any possessions left.

In the room that I assumed was Scott's, I heard him on the phone to Stiles. Naturally, I listened in. "Did you see her dude, she was hot! I mean I know you said that she was off limits but damn!" Stiles. I didn't think that I was pretty. Nobody thought I was pretty except for me family. Could he really think that? Or was he just trying to make conversation? And why was I off limits? Did they think I was crazy? They were my last thoughts before I drifted off to sleep, filled with my recurring nightmares of my family's screams of pain and terror.

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-Effie