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Chapter Three:
After looking around the abandoned house, the group had decided that Lydia was not there and decided to head on home, leaving the search for Lydia the following day. Anna was grateful for her bed and was knocked out the minute her head hit her pillow, and so was Hermione. However the night filled them both with nightmares of their past, and so it was a sleepless night for Anna, and for Hermione, who was sporting raccoon eyes and a troubled look on her face when she woke up the next morning. Anna and Hermione kept quiet about their sleepless night as the walked towards the entrance of the high school with Scott and Stiles, who was telling the group that there was an incident at the cemetery, where a grave of a recent deceased person was robbed and only the liver was missing.
"She ate the liver?" Scott grimaced as the group walked towards the school. Hermione frowned at her cousin's disgust and wondered why he would say something like that.
"No, I didn't say that she ate it…it just said that it was missing. And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." Stiles snapped.
"I never ate anyone's liver…" Scott mumbled.
Anna smirked. "Right, because when it comes to werewolves, you're a model of self-control? I find that hard to believe…"
Scott grunted at her while Stiles gave her a smile and Hermione just rolled her eyes. They continued to walk into the school, walking up the steps when suddenly Stiles stopped.
"Wait, hold on…You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you." Stiles pointed out.
Hermione frowned. "He's right…instead of focusing on finding Lydia, you should treat this like your first time. Like what was going through your mind when you turned? And where did you go and all that? Do you get what I mean? I mean what were you drawn too?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah, I get it…and I was drawn to…Allison…yeah, Allison…"
Stiles scoffed. "Seriously? Nothing else whatsoever? Oh boy…"
Scott shrugged. "Nothing else mattered…but that's good though right? Because the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you."
Stiles sighed. "Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson…"
As he ended his sentence, he gestured towards a silver sports car that was pulling up to the school and parking in a spot. Anna frowned as a young man, dressed in a leather jacket, jeans, shirt and scarf, got out of the car and cockily made his way towards the school. He stopped when a homeless man talked to him and then gave he gave the guy money, before walking his way to school. As he reached them he pulled his sunglasses off his head and rolled his eyes at both Stiles and Scott, before flashing a smile at both Anna and Hermione.
"Boys…who are your friends?" he spoke, his voice deep and rich. Anna rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, her bag swaying as she did. She was wearing a turquoise green sleeveless blouse, black jeans and bracelets and although she had wanted to wear her flats, she opted for a pair of thigh-high black boots, and her wand was safely tucked inside her boots. Her raven hair was tied in a messy bohemian side braid, the end resting on her shoulder. Hermione was wearing a similar outfit, with blue jeans, a grey sweater and brown leather boots, with her wand tucked inside as well.
"Jackson, this is my cousin Hermione and this is Anna." Scott introduced. Jackson smirked at the witches, and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"So, beauties, where are you gorgeous lades from?" Jackson asked.
"Why do you care?" Hermione responded. Stiles and Scott gasped as Jackson took a step back, shocked by her remark.
"Can't I be curious about the newcomers? And by the sound of your voice, I can assume that you're from England?" He inquired.
"Assume away…don't let us stop you…" Hermione snapped. Anna frowned at her friend, wondering why she was acting this way. Yes, Hermione was bossy and a bit harsh, but she was acting a little off.
Stiles noticed the tension and spoke up. "Don't listen to Hermione, Jackson. She's having a bad day. Uh, I think we need to be at practice? In like five minutes?"
Jackson nodded, and he turned to Anna, who gave him a small smile. He returned it and walked off.
"Mind telling me what that was about?" she asked, as Stiles and Scott stared at Hermione.
"Nothing…look, I'm going to head to history class." Hermione mumbled.
"Oh, Allison is in that class, so you'll be able to see her." Scott piped up, trying to lighten the mood.
She nodded and walked off, heading inside the school. Anna sighed as the group watched her walk in.
"Is…is she okay? I noticed lately that she's been having nightmares, as well as you…" Scott murmured.
"We went through a war, Scott…of course we're having bloody nightmares." Anna snapped, now realising what Hermione's problem was. Anna noticed that Hermione kept tossing and turning during her sleep in the night and Anna realised that Hermione must have had another Bellatrix Nightmare. Anna could relate, as her dreams were filled mostly of Voldemort.
"I know that…I just I hear things when you guys are asleep. I mean you don't scream but—"
"I know Scott…you're just looking out for us…anyway, don't you guys have practice or something? Practice for what?" Anna dismissed him.
Scott sighed, eying Stiles who gave a tight smile. "Yeah…uh, lacrosse…it's our version of football here."
Anna nodded. "Oh...Wait, is that the game where you have these sticks with nets and you have to throw the ball with these nets and into the goal post?"
Scott nodded. Anna tilted her head. "Huh…god, I miss Quidditch…"
Stiles frowned while Scott stared at Anna. "Wait, you follow Quidditch? My grandma use to tell me about the game all the time."
"Yes…I use to play it. I was the seeker." Anna told him. Stiles looked even more confused.
"No way! How-"
Stiles interrupted Scott. "Human here! What the heck is Quidditch?"
Anna smiled. "Oh, Stiles, the innocent muggle…Quidditch is a game played on broomsticks."
"Broomsticks? As in actual broomsticks? You guys fly broomsticks?" Stiles squeaked.
"Yes…remind me to show you one day…I brought my Firebolt with me, so perhaps one day…Anyway, I'm off the lockers, and then to class. You two enjoy your lacrosse practice…" Anna told them, nodding to them both and walking off. Stiles and Scott watched as she entered the school and out of their sight.
Stiles slapped Scott on his shoulder. "Dude! Why didn't you tell me that they could fly brooms? I mean how cool is that?!"
"Ow…I didn't know…I mean I knew about the flying of brooms and such but yeah, wow…an actual Quidditch player is living in my house…" Scott murmured as he began to walk towards the school entrance.
"Dragons, magic and brooms? Whatever next?" Stiles exclaimed, following Scott.
After taking a moment to remember where her locker was, Anna finally found it and opened it, putting her bag into the locker and pulling out her history text book. It was nice of the school to provide the witches with the school textbooks and curriculum for the semester and Anna was grateful that she didn't have to go shopping for supplies, though she did go shopping for the notebooks and pens. It was different, the shopping for normal school supplies that is, as shopping for magical supplies consisted of pots and quills and such. Now all she had to shop for were pens, notebooks and highlighters. She grabbed her notebook, putting it on top of her textbook and grabbed her pencil case. She considered grabbing the textbook for her class after history but decided against it and closed her locker. She walked away as the bell began to ring and she flipped through the pages of her notebook when suddenly she walked into a hard chest, and dropped her books onto the floor.
"Bugger! You bloody idiot!" She swore, getting on her knees and picking up her books.
"Well, you walked into me, not the other way round…" spoke a deep masculine voice and she looked up, her eyes locking with rich light green eyes. She stood up slowly, grabbing her things and taking in the sight of the man before her. He was handsome, strong and masculine, with his strong chiselled jaw and cheekbones, dark spikey black hair and a stubble along his jawline. His eyes were a light green, not like her piercing emerald green, but light and softer in colour. He was wearing a black t-shirt, black pants and jacket that showed off his masculine body and he screamed dangerous.
"Well, that may be true, but you could have warned a girl before knocking her off her feet and making her drop her things." She snapped, holding her books closely to her.
"Well, you were engrossed in your books, it's no wonder you didn't bump into someone sooner…" he smirked.
She rolled her eyes. "Look I have a class that I have to get to, now the bell has rung…so would you mind, you know, moving out of my way?"
"Oh, and I here I thought we were having a conversation between two students…" he pouted mockingly.
She scoffed. "Yeah, you're a student here. You don't like young enough to be a student and you certainly don't look the part of a teacher, so spare me the crap about being a student. Why are you even here? I mean, this is a high school, not some biker joint."
He sighed. "Biker joint? Funny but you're right, I'm not a student but I am looking for one. Perhaps you can help me? Surely the mysterious British girl can help out a guy like me?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Right, and you think that the mysterious British girl would know all about the students in this place considering she's only been here what, all of five minutes? Right, first you knock me over and then you start questioning me…you're a right arsehole you know that?"
He chuckled. "I've been called worse and you walked into me…but I haven't started questioning you yet…but since you brought it up, I'm looking for a student who goes by Jackson…he's a little cocky, buff dude with brown hair. Do you know him?"
She nodded. "I might know him, I might not…but I can't help because I need to get to class and I am already late. So good luck on your search for Jackson…poor sod…and have a nice day."
She pushed past him, touching his shoulder and she felt sparks go through her like no tomorrow, making her gasp. He looked down at her, frowning as he did but she shook her head and walked on, trying to get further away. She kept walking until she heard a shout behind her.
"Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name?" the man asked her, causing her to turn around and stare at him.
"And what? Give away the mystery of the British girl? I think not. Goodbye Arsehole!" She said, turning her heel and walking away.
"Actually, my name is Derek…" he told her and she stopped, wondering if this was the Derek that Scott and Stiles were talking about. She turned around again and stared at him. Sure, he screamed of power and looked the part of the Alpha, but she couldn't be sure.
"No, sorry, Arsehole suits you better." She started walking backwards before turning her heel and then on an impulse, she shouted. "And the name is Anna! Have a nice day!"
She heard him chuckled behind her. "Now was that so hard?"
She rolled her eyes and raised her hand, flipping him off, which caused him to laugh. She kept walking until she reached her classroom, opening the door and smiling apologetically at the teacher before spotting Hermione and sitting down next to her. She gave Hermione a small smile and placed her books on the table.
Idiot! She scolded herself. Now he knows your name! If he is the Derek that Scott was talking about, you're a nitwit…doesn't help that he's absolutely gorgeous, with that hard body and those fuck-me eyes….Anna focus! Now is not the time to be thinking about hot boys with beautiful eyes. Well, think of it this way, if he is Scott's Derek, at least you know what he looks like…the hunk…Anna, shut up!
After a boring history class and maths class, Anna and Hermione joined Scott for chemistry. As Anna walked into the class, she saw that Jackson was sitting with another male and was in conversation with him. She saw Jackson look up, and he gave her smile, in which she returned and saw him stare at Hermione, who looked a little sorry. She gave him a tight smile and he nodded, turning his head back to the other male. Anna wondered if Jackson was found by Derek, but shook her head and followed Scott to an empty table. Both she and Scott sat together while Hermione sat behind them.
Anna turned around in her seat, facing Hermione. "You know, you will have to apologise to him at some point. You were quite snappy this morning."
Hermione nodded. "I know…I'll apologise to him at lunch…I didn't get much sleep last night, with the whole looking for this girl and…"
"And you had another Bellatrix nightmare." Anna finished for her. Hermione gave her a sad look and Anna saw that Scott was listening in. Anna turned back to face the blackboard and sighed.
"Who is Bellatrix?" she heard Scott whisper to her.
"A monster…not worse than Voldemort, but a monster nonetheless…she was Voldemort's most trusted advisor…and she…well, it's more Hermione's story than mine, but let's just say that Bellatrix was a bad person." She told him and he nodded. Stiles had then walked into the class and made his way to the table to Hermione. He noisily dropped his bag on the floor and drummed his fingers on the table. Anna rolled her eyes at his behaviour and then smirked when she heard Hermione grunt in annoyance.
"Would you mind not doing that?" She heard Hermione demand.
"What? Why?" Stiles replied.
"Because it's annoying…and we're in class…" Hermione pointed out.
"Fine…" Anna then heard Stiles lean forward as the teacher began to pass out a booklet. It was a pop quiz and Anna sighed, not expecting to do a quiz. She heard Hermione clap her hands with glee and groaned along with Scott and Stiles, who was leaning forward in his seat.
"Alright, it's causing me serve mental anguish to say this, but he's right…Jackson is right…" Stiles whispered to Scott.
Anna frowned. "Right about what?"
"We kinda mentioned Lydia to Jackson and he mentioned something about Lydia's personality and now that she might be a werewolf, we're thinking that she might do something drastic now that she has a set of real claws…" Scott informed her.
"Geez, this Lydia must have been a right something…and I haven't even met the girl the girl yet." Anna mumbled.
"Tell me about it…you know, what if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles whispered a little too loud.
The teacher, Mr Harris, noticed and sighed. "This is a pop quiz, Mr Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."
"Can you do that?" Stiles asked, causing both Anna and Scott to groan and Hermione to roll her eyes.
"Well, there it is again," Mr Harris said. "Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three for detention."
"Oh come off it, that's a bit unfair. I mean sure, Stiles is annoying but that's going a bit too far." Anna spoke up.
"You're one of the new students, aren't you? Miss Potter, isn't it? Well, Miss Potter, since you think that it's unfair of me, you can join Mr Stilinski at three for detention as well." Mr Harris smugly told her and Anna sighed, throwing her hands in the air in defeat and Scott gave her a small smile. "And you too Mr McCall?"
Scott snapped his head to Mr Harris. "No sir…"
"Didn't think so…" Mr Harris sneered and Anna heard Hermione snigger behind her. She rolled her eyes and focused on the paper before her. She knew some about the questions that were on the paper, but she picked up her pen and started to write. A few minutes in to her quiz, she looked up when she saw that Jackson had abruptly left the classroom. Anna frowned, wondering what was going with the boy and she could tell that Scott was wondering too. But she shook her head and refocused her mind on the quiz, dreading the detention that she had that afternoon
Anna was bored. She along with Stiles was in detention and the only source of entertainment was watching the handles of the clock click down the minutes when detention would end. After a long day of learning and casual conversation with Allison at lunch, Anna dreaded the time that she had to leave for detention. Hermione was smug, as she always was whenever Anna got detention and had simply teased her throughout the day. After arriving ten minutes early to detention as a way to get out earlier, she had managed to not only get her homework down, but managed to count the tiles in the classroom and was now counting down the minutes. Stiles, who had made it just in time for the detention, had sat there the entire time with his head on his hands and just staring at the clock. Anna could have gone against the rules and used her magic to get of detention, but then that would make Stiles complain and as much as she liked Stiles, he really can be annoying at times. Thus, making them both bored. Then, the clock struck four and both Anna and Stiles gathered their things, ready to make haste. Anna wanted to get back to the McCall house, where Hermione currently was and relax and Stiles was anxious to meet up with Scott.
"Sit…" Mr Harris commanded. He was sitting up at the front of the class.
"But it's been an hour…" Stiles stated.
"My detention is an hour and a half." Mr Harris told them.
Anna sighed as she sat back down whereas Stiles scoffed. "You can't do that!"
Mr Harris looked up. "Oh…but I can…You see Stiles, since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now, sit down before I decide to keep you here all night…oh and Miss Potter, you are free to go. I think you've learnt your lesson."
Anna sniggered at her teacher's blunt remark as she got up from her seat and smiled at Stiles who just shook his head, sighing as he sat down. She laughed to herself as she left the classroom and walked to her locker. She put her notebook, textbook and pencil case in her locker, taking out her bag and throwing the strap over her shoulder; she closed the locker door and walked towards the exit of the school stepping outside and walking to the parking lot. She noticed that the skies were grey and the air was a bit chilly, making her wish that she had a coat or something to wrap herself in. She wondered how she was getting back to the McCall house, thinking of apparating when suddenly, a black Camaro pulled up in front of her. She frowned, wondering who it could be when the window of the passenger seat rolled down and she gasped when she saw Derek in the driver's seat.
"Need a ride?" He casually asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Do you always lurk around the high schools, talking to unsuspecting girls and offering them rides?"
He smirked. "Only the ones I like…and the ones that are mysterious…like you."
She scoffed. "I'm hardly mysterious, Derek, since you already know my name."
"Yeah, but I don't know you…so, need a ride?"
She paused, thinking over his offer. She told herself that it would be dangerous to accept a ride from an Alpha werewolf, if he was the Alpha but on the other, she told herself that she would be mad not to accept the offer, as he was gorgeous, and who wouldn't want to accept a ride from a handsome bloke, even though he did look dangerous and yes, maybe she was crazy and stupid for considering his offer, but it was either that, or walk and then apparate home, in which she could expose herself. She then stared at him, looking at his hazel green eyes and she found herself trusting him, knowing that she would be okay in his company. And so, she opened the car door, much to Derek's amusement and slid into the leather seats, placing her bag on the floor, and running her hand up her leg, making sure that her wand was still in place.
"I'm only accepting because I am not sure how far it is from the school to Scott's house and I am not walking…so thanks…" she muttered.
"You know Scott?" He inquired. He put the car in gear, and began to drive out of the school, heading towards the main road and speeding up once he reached it.
She nodded. "Yes…my best friend, Hermione is his cousin. Her aunt, Scott's mother, has kindly offered the spare room to us."
"Okay…why though? I mean, why come here and attend school here in Beacon Hills? Surely there are schools in England?" He asked.
"There is…but we came here for a change in scenery. I'm sure there are schools in England but we needed the change and since Ms McCall was offering, we accepted it." She replied.
"Yeah, but why?" He pressed.
She snapped. "Because we wanted to, okay? Not that it's any of your business, but Hermione's parents passed away and Ms McCall just happens to be the last living relative that Hermione has."
"Okay…Sorry…" he mumbled apolitically. "I didn't mean to press you…sorry about your friend's parents…what about yours? How did they take it? I'm sure that they weren't happy."
"Well I don't know…considering my parents have been dead since I was a baby." She muttered, looking out the window. Derek gasped softly, causing Anna to turn to him and she could see pain in his eyes, like he knew how she felt.
"I'm sorry…if its anything, I lost my parents, well my family actually...but I know how you feel…" he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
She sighed feeling a little guilty for snapping at him. "Sorry about your family…and sorry for snapping at you. You offered me a ride home and I'm thanking you by being a complete tosser."
He laughed. "I wouldn't say a tosser, but I shouldn't have been so curious…"
She shook her head. "You have every right to be, considering I am the mysterious British girl named Anna."
He chuckled. "Let's start over…I'm Derek, Derek Hale." He took his right hand off the steering wheel and offered it to her.
She grabbed it, shaking his hand. "Anna Potter, originally from East London, England and I am here to experience the American way of life."
"And how is it going so far?" He asked.
"Interesting…like, so different from my boarding school in Scotland, but I like it…just hanging around Scott and Stiles is an adventure but they make me laugh, even though Stiles, Scott's friend is a little annoying." She told him
"Yeah, Stiles is like that." He agreed.
"You never told me how you know Scott…how do you know him?" She asked.
"We're friends, like from way back…we hanged out a bit…" He informed her, keeping his eyes on the road.
She narrowed her eyes. "Oh, I see…and here I thought that you were trying to recruit him into your gang."
He chuckled. "Do I look like a gang member?"
She shrugged. "You look like a bad boy…like a devilish bad boy up to no good."
He smiled, showing his white canines at her. "Oh I can be a bad boy…"
She laughed, while feeling a little hot at the same time. "God, you really are cocky, aren't you?"
He chuckled. "Only with you…"
She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. He gave her another wide smile and she locked eyes with him, staring deeply into his light green eyes. She then blinked, turning away from him and staring in front of her, very aware that he was still staring at her. It had gotten a little dark out and she wondered how much time had passed since getting in the car but none of that mattered when suddenly she frowned, as there were police cars and an ambulance up ahead and she pointed at it, causing Derek to look.
"I wonder what happened…" She murmured as Derek frowned at the sight. He slowed down, pulling to a stop near the scene. He rolled down the window, and the stench of blood filled the car, causing Anna to gag, the stench filling her nostrils. Not the blood made her sick, as she was used to the smell of it, but it still made her gag as whenever there was blood, there was death. She shivered, trying to control herself as the stench brought back memories and she noticed that Derek was looking at her.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She looked at him. "Yes…I'm fine...it's just the stench brought back memories…but I'm fine."
She was about to continue when she saw someone or something shift in the woods behind Derek's head. She narrowed her eyes and then groaned as she saw that it was Stiles and Scott, hiding in the bushes. She unzipped her seatbelt, grabbed her bag and opened the car door, in which Derek protested but she wasn't listening as she slammed the door, making her way over to the bushes while putting the strap of her bag over her shoulder. It was lucky that Derek's car was far away from the scene, as she made a bit of noise as she walked to Stiles and Scott. She also noticed that Derek had turned off his car and was following behind her, but not as close as she would like him to be. Stiles was the first to spot her and he tried to hide himself from her view.
"Don't try that with me Stilinski! I can see you!" She muttered, reaching the boys and crouching down to their level.
"Hey, we came here because Lydia might be here...and anyway, how did you get here?" Stiles demanded to know.
"I was…walking…alone…" she stammered. Scott and Stiles looked at each other before turning to her.
"Without your bag?" Stiles observed.
"It's in my locker…I mean, I was walking home, so I didn't want to carry a heavy bag." She lied.
"Right…and what, walking seemed a better option then let's say, apparating?" Scott asked.
She frowned. "You know about apparition?"
"My grandma used to apparate to our house every time she came for a visit. Not a pleasant thing to experience but it comes in handy…I mean, you're a witch, why didn't you apparate?" he asked.
A growl filled the air and both she and Scott frowned, but then she froze, remembering that Derek was still out there, and that if he was the Alpha, he could hear everything. She sighed, the growl confirming the fact that she did indeed accepted a lift from the Alpha and that he now knew that she was a witch. But how much he knew about them, she didn't know.
"I wanted to walk okay?" She said quickly. She noticed that Scott had given her a suspicious look but then shook his head. They all then focused on the scene before them. Police officers were walking around the ambulance and she gasped when she caught a glimpse of inside the ambulance. There laying on a stretcher was the source of the blood. A man, who was cut up and bloody and there was blood all over the ambulance.
"What kept you from doing that?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know…Allison I guess…" Scott told him
"Wait, you think a werewolf did this?" Anna questioned.
"Don't think…we know…at least we think we know…Anyway, do we need to get closer, Scott?" Stiles looked to Scott, who was focused on the scene.
Scott sniffed the air. "No, I got it…" He was about to leave, when suddenly, Stiles grabbed him by the shoulder.
"I just need you to find her…Alright? Please, just find her…" Stiles pleaded and Anna touched his shoulder to comfort him. She could see that he truly cared for Lydia.
Scott nodded. "I will…"
He then got up and left, leaving Stiles and Anna there. Anna then looked to her right and saw a pair of red eyes in the darkness, and she frowned before tilting her head back in recognition as she saw that it was Derek. He gave her one last look, before turning around and following Scott deep into the forest. She shook her head and turned to Stiles, who was still staring at the scene before them. They continued to watch the police officers walk around when suddenly, Stiles dropped low to the ground and whispered to Anna to do the same. She frowned at his behaviour but followed his actions while checking her boots for her wand when she then heard footsteps heading their way. The footsteps stopped and she heard someone clear their throats.
"So, dear son of mine, what are you doing out here? And with a girl? Last I saw you, you were in my car and then you mysteriously took off…" spoke a male voice. Both Anna and Stiles looked up and Anna saw a man dressed in a police uniform looking down on them.
"Hi dad…" Stiles mumbled. Anna gave him a glare as they both stood up from where they were laying. They all began to walk out of the forest, heading towards the police cars that were at the scene. They stopped just behind another ambulance, as the man turned around and gave them a stern look.
"Stiles…and his lady friend…Care to tell me your name miss?" The man asked.
"Anna Potter…I-"
"Uh, yes…You're staying with Melissa and her son, along with her niece, the other British girl…Yes Melissa told me. I'm Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles's dad. You may call me Sheriff. Now, would anyone care to explain why you are both out here in the middle of the woods and near a crime scene?" The Sheriff scowled.
Stiles rubbed the back of his head. "We heard about the body…on the radio, and Anna here has never seen a dead body so—"
Anna scoffed. "Don't bloody blame me for this Stilinski! It's your fault that we're are even out here in the first place! God, I was just on my way back to the McCalls' house and I saw you and-"
Stiles placed a hand over Anna's mouth. "And you decided to join me…just you and me…okay?"
Anna pulled his hand of her mouth as the Sheriff narrowed his eyes at them. "Right…just you and her…now why don't I believe that?"
Stiles was about to answer when something caught his attention and he frowned. "Lydia?"
Both Anna and the Sheriff turned to where Stiles was looking and Anna gasped. Standing near the edge of the forest, was a naked woman who looked to be in her teens. Her red hair was messy and had bits of leaves and twigs in it and there was dirt all over her skin. She looked pale, and she was shivering. Anna wondered if it was from not wearing anything or if the poor girl had gone through something that made her turn up naked in the woods. Obviously Anna, the bloody girl is naked and covered in dirt and leaves…you would think she's been through something!
"Lydia? Lydia!" Stiles called out, making Anna jump at the sound of his loud voice. She wanted to hit him…badly.
The girl, Lydia, looked up and saw the scene before her. "Well…Is anyone gonna get me a coat?"
Anna sniggered at the girl's random question as she saw the sheriff roll his eyes and turn to his son. Anna then scoffed as she saw Stiles try to take his father's jacket off, only to collapse and fall to his feet. She sighed and held her hand out for the jacket, in which the Sheriff sighed and took off his jacket, while mumbling about his idiotic son. Anna giggled as she grabbed the jacket and walked towards Lydia, who was staring at her with curious eyes.
"Hi…I'm not here to hurt you…I'm Anna…" Anna whispered softly.
"Lydia…"
Anna smiled, placing the jacket over the girl's shoulders. "Well Lydia…it's nice to meet you. Let's get you home, yeah?"
"You're British?" Lydia pointed out.
"Yes…and?" Anna said bluntly.
Lydia smiled. "Oh, feisty...I think I like you...I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship…"