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"So, where's the body?" I asked we'd gotten to the spot where Scott had said he saw the body. I'd been ignoring Stiles' jokes about Scott being a werewolf, and after realizing there was nothing on my shoulder I figured there was no point to telling them about my so called attack, maybe paranoia had gotten to me.
"It was here, I fell down there and then the deer ambushed me." He said
"Ambushed, really?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"You know what I mean." He said.
"Well maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles said logically.
The body had definitely been here, the area had the smell of a funereal home or the morgue, death; it was faint but it was still detectable.
"I just hope he didn't take my inhaler, those things are like sixty bucks." Scott said and I rolled my eyes.
"It's nice to know you two have your priorities in check, worry about the inhaler then the body." I said sarcastically.
"What would a killer want with an inhaler anyways?" I asked.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing here?" I turned around seeing a guy who looked a few years older than us, maybe twenty-five, twenty-six at the most.
He looked at me making eye contact, it was freaky, like I knew him, but I'd never met him.
Something that told me I had met him before, his scent, but that wasn't possible, he was ten, maybe fifteen feet away from me, there was no way I could smell him from here.
"Sorry, we were just looking for something." Scott said from in front of me, and Mr. Mysterious threw the inhaler at him.
"Belle, lets go." Stiles said pulling me back by the arm, I hadn't realized I'd drifted off staring at the guy until he was out of sight.
"Dude, that was Derek Hale." Scott and I looked at him confused.
"He's only a few years older than us, his whole family died in a fire like ten years ago." He explained.
"I need to talk to him." I said shaking myself out of Stiles' grip.
"No." He said reaching for me once more.
"Hale house, eleven, don't be late." I gasped and froze, Stiles hadn't heard that, neither had Scott and Scott was now in possession of all these freaky superpowers.
"You're right, lets go." I said turning and walking to the cars.
"What the hell was that?" Stiles asked, I didn't have to look at Scott to know that he was giving me a strange look.
"I don't know, hormones. He was hot." I said making excuses.
"So you're hitting on potential murders now, that's your type?" Stiles said.
"He's not a killer." I said I don't know why I was being protective over the Hale guy, I didn't even talk to him.
"Wow, you didn't talk to him directly and you're already in love with him, you really do take after your sister." Anger shot through me, I turned to face him and I knew he regretted it.
"Annabelle, I didn't mean-" I slapped him across the face leaving scratches from my nails.
"Screw you Stiles." I said and walked back to my car angrily.
I drove home ignoring any and all road signs.
That bastard thought he could talk to me like that who gave him the right, nobody, that's who.
A deer ran across the road and I slammed down on the breaks, my body jolted forwards, and I hit my head on the steering wheel.
I let out a sigh and leaned my head back against the head rest, maybe I shouldn't have slapped him, he regretted it, the look was clear on his face.
I'll apologize tomorrow, I thought and continued driving home.
"You're late, they'll be here any minute." My mom said as I walked through the front door, excuses were pointless, we'd talk later. I nodded and walked up to my room, passing by pictures of my family, my brother who was currently up in New York going through college, my sister who was off in Europe exploring, then there was Melanie, Mel was six feet under.
I quickly changed and since I no longer had to worry about my destroyed arm I had free range.
I put on a blouse and a pair of jeans.
"What do you think you're wearing?" My mom asked as I walked down the stairs.
"Clothing." I said simply.
"No, go put on the dress I left hanging in your closet, now." She said I huffed and walked back up the stairs.
I quickly changed and glared at my reflection before heading downstairs.
I heard a car pull up and the engine shut off, followed shortly by the doorbell ringing.
My mom welcomed the family in, a woman with short red hair, a man whose hair was tinted grey and a girl who seemed vaguely familiar.
"Annabelle, this is Chris, Victoria and Allison Argent." My mom said introducing them in order.
"Hi, I'm Annabelle." I said greeting them each in turn.
"Yeah, we have chemistry together." Allison said, I nodded. "Right, I saw you at practice, you're friends with Lydia." I said.
"Yeah, sorta, you guys have a pretty good lacrosse team, the goalie was good." She said I smirked, Scott would be happy.
"Yeah, Scott, he's been working to improve his skills, he's a friend of mine." I said, it wasn't a lie, Scott had been working his ass off all summer, but I don't think any of his workout tips had actually paid off.
"Well he's really good, maybe the training paid off." She said.
"So what do you think of Harris?" I asked.
"He seems alright, a little creepy." She said and we both laughed.
"Yeah well, be careful, he doesn't hesitate to give out detentions." I said.
"So you've had detention with him?" She asked.
"That's how I spent most of last year." I said smirking slightly.
"But you seem so innocent." She said and I heard my mom laugh.
"I've got a smart mouth." I said glaring in my mom's direction.
"Alright, well, I'm starving, so let's eat." My dad called us in from the dining room.
We ate, making idle chit-chat.
"So Annabelle, how old are you?" Victoria asked.
"I'll be seventeen in two weeks." I said, I was born late so they held me back a full school year.
"Allison's turning seventeen too." I looked at her.
"They held me back because of all the moving around." Allison explained, looking sort of embarrassed.
"Well let's hope you'll stick around this time." I said smiling, trying to make her feel comfortable.
"Let's hope." She said looking to her parents.
Dinner continued and after desert I put the dished away and helped clean up.
"It was nice meeting you Annabelle, hopefully you can come over soon." Victoria said, I smiled politely.
"Sure, anytime, Allison has my number so I'll call and maybe we can chill." I said directing the last part to Allison who nodded.
"Yeah, sure I'll see you tomorrow." She said I nodded and they left.
"Night mom." I said giving her a kiss good night, dad had disappeared into the study with Mr. Argent and neither of them had appeared, but his car was missing so I assumed they'd left.
I went into my room and looked around, there was a bunch of dirt on the ground, had that been there this morning?
I changed into my converse and jumped out the window, after five years of doing this I was a professional.
The car would have been too loud and I felt like running so that's what I did.
I reached the preserve in no time, I followed the sent from earlier to a house, or part of a house, it was burnt but the main structure of the house was still intact. I guess Stiles wasn't lying about the fire.
I walked to the house, I was early, about an hour early.
"I thought I told you eleven." The voice from earlier said from behind me.
I turned to face him, Derek Hale.
"Maybe I was eager." I said smirking slightly.
"Hormones?" He asked and the smirk fell.
"If I came all the way over here just so you could insult me I made the biggest mistake ever." I said coldly.
"Why did you come here?" He asked taking a few steps towards me.
"Because you said." I replied taking a step back before hitting the door.
"And do you always listen to complete strangers?" He was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"You're not a stranger." I said, it was true, I don't know how I knew but I had met him before, sorta.
He smirked.
"How are you so sure?"
"I just know." I said he took a few steps towards me.
"How, what tells you that you've met me?" He was standing directly in front of me.
"I don't know." I said.
"Yes, you do, now tell me what is it." He was demanding, it wasn't a question.
I closed my eyes, I smelt musk, pine, I smelt the earth, then came the hint of charred wood, it could've been the house but I knew it wasn't because after that a subtle scent of cologne enveloped me.
"Your scent." I said, he smirked.
"But that's not possible, I didn't know it was you in the woods, you weren't close enough for me to be able to smell you." I said reasoning more to myself than to him.
"You don't notice it? The heightened senses, the speed, the reflexes." He said he was standing directly in front of me.
"I'm still the same." I lied.
"Right, and suddenly you're beating school swimming records?" He asked sarcastically.
My heart jumped, "How the hell do you know about that." I said, I could move any further back, talk about being trapped between a rock and a hard place.
"I looked for you, I had your scent, the rest was all listening." He said it as if it were nothing.
"So do you always stalk people in your free time?" I asked trying to keep myself calm, maybe he was the killer, maybe I'd been wrong before.
"I do when they're the same thing I am." He responded.
"And what are we?" I said almost bitterly.
"Werewolves." I froze, maybe Stiles had a point.
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