CHAPTER 1:
KATERINA'S POV:
I woke up feeling like I was in a coffin- stiff and uncomfortable. What the hell did I do last night?
"No, I got something way better than that" I hear a familiar voice say.
What I presume is a door opens to reveal someone I've always dreamed about meeting- Stiles Stilinski. Just as the door opens something falls from above me, and that something is a chain that seems to never end. Stiles and Scott just stare at me in wonder while all the other boys are staring at the chain in confusion and a little bit of disgust.
Then Coach Finstock comes over chewing on something, I don't really know, and he looks straight at me not able to comprehend why a girl is in one of his students locker. I feel slightly awkward with everyone staring at me, but alas I can't do anything squished in this way too small locker. Finally after what felt like eons the end of the chain drops onto the floor. That's when the other teenage boys see me- a girl cramped into a smelly locker freaking the fuck out.
"Bilinski! Why the hell is there a girl in your locker?! And not only that, but a chain too?!" Finstock yells.
I clear my throat to get their attention.
"Um, and this girl would like to be let out. Just, you know, in case you were wondering." I say with all the sass I can muster.
Coach moves around uncomfortably obviously not knowing what the hell to do in this kind of situation.
"Greenberg! Help the girl get out!" he yells in a general direction, but he didn't take his eyes off of me. What a creeper, maybe even creepier than zombie werewolf Peter. Oh Peter, that man is totally my BAE.
I flash my eyes towards the awkward teen slowly coming towards me, it hit me like a ton of bricks, knew what I needs to be said.
"No! I don't want Greenberg touching me!"
I saw Coach grin a little to himself, probably praising me on my dislike of his least favorite student. Yeah! I got Coach to somewhat like me!
"Alright, fine! McCall! You get her out! And be quick about it!" he jabs his finger at Scott with a look that said 'if you don't do this I'm going make you be the one to clean the locker room for the rest of the year!'.
If you ask me that would be the worst thing to do, because as I look at the room around me I notice the several sweat stains, some places were even a little moldy, and let's not forget that guys suck at keeping the clothes picked up so there were random nasty ass dirty clothes practically thrown through the entire room.
Scott grabs my arm none too gently and yanks it harshly almost pulling my arm out of it's socket. I swore under my breath while he gave me an apologetic puppy dog look that just melts my soul. He tried grabbing me with one hand on my shoulder and the other on my arm again but slightly more loose. He jiggles my body like he was trying to unjam a lock with his key, and then with a quick pull I was finally free from my profoundly disgusting prison.
They all look at me, I look down at myself to see what was shocking them, I was in a dress, not a dress from now like a dress that's from way back when. "My dress" was an old styled dress that looked like it was pretty before whatever happened to it happened. It was a pale blue color that covers everything except for my head. It has an upside down triangle over my chest with intricate details along the edge. The sleeves were form fitting and the ends were covered in a in white lace that was covered in dirt. It was buttoned tightly on my wrists. But where my stomach is was a rusty color and had a hole….what the hell.
I blinked, I had no idea where this dress came from, I just remember falling asleep at my friends house... wait Liz! She could be here too! I mean we did fall asleep next to each other in her bed. That means I have to find her, but the question is- where the hell is she?!
I was pulled out of my internal freak out when Coach snaps his fingers right in my face.
"Alright cupcake, you're gonna have to go to the principal's office to talk about what the hell is going on."
My body froze with my face totally looking like a cornered animal not expecting that. I had to distract him to get away, but how? Oh, I know!
"Coach! Look at that thing!" I exclaim while pointing behind him.
He quickly turns around along with all the other boys to see what exactly I was talking about. While they were distracted I hightail it outta there not once looking back. As soon as I was out of the locker room I hear them yell a quick and insulted "Hey!" then Finstock yelling at his students to capture me and bring me back to him. He said it was a new exercise for Lacrosse, and the guy that brings me back would get extra credit in his class. Ah, classic Coach, always bribing his students to do his bidding.
The hallways were crowded with teens, so I pushed my way through having no clue as to where the exits are. Sadly I can't stop to ask for directions with the entire Lacrosse team hot on my tail. The students stare at me in shock, but I don't really care at the moment because my only objective is to escape this hell hole called high school. I tell the people to move out of my way, but only some of them do leaving me to either dodge them or push straight through them. I faintly focus on the boys yelling for me to stop, but why the hell would I? After multiple turns and going in loops I finally find the exit- the door that leads out to the fields. I run like a bat out of hell through the exit, completely ignoring the way the cement rubs my feet the wrong way, and how the freshly cut grass stains my feet a hideous green.
Running into the woods near the school I finally stop and catch my breath. I peak from my hiding spot behind a tree to make sure no one saw me go here. I see some of them looking around the fields, but thankfully none of them spot me in the tree line. That is until I notice the teen wolf himself sniff the air and face towards my general direction before having direct eye contact with me. His eyes glowed amber, but before he could do anything Stiles ran up to him and patted his shoulders to get his wolf under control again. I ran away before I could see Scott point to where I was hiding and explain to Stiles I was there.
Along the way I stayed in the cover of the forest, but made sure I could still see civilization in the distance. It wasn't until I saw a woman walking her dog a half a mile from the school did I come out from my hiding. I ran up to the woman trying my best to look scared and worried to convince her of my lies.
"I just got a call from Dr. Deaton that he found my missing dog, but I have no idea where the vet is. Can you please tell me? I want to get there as soon as possible."
She looked at me frazzled and slightly disgusted by my sweaty and dirty appearance, but thankfully just gave me the directions I needed. She gave me attitude in her directions, but I didn't want to start a fight for something so insignificant.
With a rushed 'Thanks' I left her standing there with her stupid little chihuahua and hurried to my destination. The run there was hella awkward with everyone staring at the dressed up and dirty girl sprinting down the sidewalks. After about a half a mile later I made it to the Vet. It's a boring building with regular cement and medium sized windows. It appeared to be nothing special, but I knew the supernatural loved this place, mostly because of the Druid that worked here.
The bell dings as I walked inside the air conditioned waiting room panting and sweating like a whore in church.
"Hello" someone spoke softly. I look up to see Deaton staring intently at me, just studying me, and then he moves his hand in a 'follow me' gesture going into the back. After taking a deep breath I straighten myself out, stretch to get rid of the kinks in my joints from running, and follow him.
The examination room looked just like it did in the show- cold and organized. He turns towards me with his usual poker face on, but I think there was just a hint of amazement mixed in there too.
"You are not of this world." he states. It's almost funny how smart he is. I just hope he helps me.
LIZ'S POV:
I snuggle into myself hearing birds tweeting around me, slowly starting to wake myself up. As soon as I sigh in content the sound of a stick breaking in front of me jolts me awake. My eyes widen when I notice a wolf not ten feet away staring at me like a piece of raw meat.
I scream at the top of my lungs and quickly jump up into a defensive standing position, but that just makes the wolf get closer with a killing tint in its eyes. Instinctively knowing I'm not going to be able to either fight it and win, or just run away for it is close enough to simply jump and bite me. I did the only thing I could think of- be submissive.
I feel onto my knees, then sat down on my feet trying to look as unthreatening as possible. The wolf started to growl loudly causing me to become scared and desperate, so I flip my hair over my shoulder and tilt my head to my right side. Even though my throat was bare and exposed, the wolf kept growling, probably guessing I was trying to trick it. I whimper pitifully having no idea as to what I should do. This was probably the most terrifying and embarrassing moment of my short life. It took me a while to understand that my helpless whimpering was the key to truly be submissive, at least for the wolf to think so.
The wolf got all in my personal space. It's breath fell right onto my neck giving me goosebumps all over my body. I didn't dare move, for the slightest twitch could make the wolf change it's mind, and rip my jugular right out of my throat. I wanted to stay alive, thank you very much! It sniff my neck almost nuzzling me, but I knew to not react. Just keep on whimpering and this whole nightmare will be over before I know it. And thankfully it was.
All of the sudden there was a different growl, a bigger manlier one, behind me that made the wolf freeze still right in my face, well, my neck. The wolf growled back like it was saying 'back off! this is mine!', but in all honesty I didn't really care. I just wanted to be back in my ridiculously pink room laying down on my queen sized air mattress bed. A couple growls later, the wolf finally left, but not before flashing it's eyes a bright blue making me feel like I'm not getting something.
Before I could ponder it for long, a voice, an attractive voice, said to me,
"What the hell were you doing?"
I quickly spun around, still kneeling down but now sitting more on the ground than my feet, to see a man that was way too magnificent to actually be real. But before I really paid attention to him I let myself become hopelessly lost and confused now that I was no longer in a life threatening situation.
Where am I? How the hell did I get here? Wasn't it winter and covered in snow back home, and not this calm breeze? Why do I have the feeling this forest around me is way stranger than I think it is?
Calming down from my initial freak out, I start to really look around at my surroundings. The forest had tall skinny trees, but there wasn't a lot of grass, mostly just dirt and rocks. To my left there was a small cave, and was that a gross baby doll I see?
What the hell? I carefully crawl into the cave to grab the dirty doll examining it. It seemed to have bite marks, and what I'm guessing is claw marks. Well, that would make sense with the wolf probably living here and all. Wait, so I'm in the wolf's territory? No wonder it wanted to bite my head off!
Thinking back I'm slightly shocked by the pure beauty of the wolf not five minutes ago did I encounter. Its golden fur seemed fluffy and well taken care of. Its eyes were naturally a dark gray, but right before the wolf left its eyes flashed an unnatural neon blue.
After I was aware enough of my surroundings did I finally hear the gorgeous man bark "This is private property. Leave."
My body jumps from fright on the ground where I still was sitting and stared at him in shock. Holy shit this man is the epitome of perfection! He was just a masterpiece all the way around! It suddenly came to me that I have no idea what horrible state I'm most likely in. You know with the whole sleeping on the forest ground and all.
My outfit is definitely not what I was wearing last night, and it has dirt and leaves all over the grey old timey dress. I sigh now understanding why this gorgeous man was looking at me so strangely.
I slowly stood up, careful to not hurt my bare feet, and faced this handsome stranger. Sadly, I never did interact well with beautiful people.
"U-u-uh, hi? Um, I , uh, I don't" I took a moment to try to compose myself, of course it made me just have word vomit, "Y-y-you're hot. No, that wouldn't be good enough to describe your perfection, but I never was good with words. Speaking of words you don't use a lot of them, do you? I mean I could be wrong, since I just meet you and all, but I have a feeling you don't say much. I'm like that too, but not right now because I'm extremely confused as to how I got here. I'm also recovering from nearly having a heart attack 'cause that wolf was so close to ripping my throat out, with its teeth. I just-"
"Stop. Talking." He looks like he about to murder me in a very bloody death.
I yelp, then jump away from him, now fearing it was him that would be taking my life.
He exhales harshly like he was getting rid of bad thoughts and said with a steel voice "That was a coyote, not a wolf."
I rapidly blink trying to collect my wits, but all it did was give me a headache. I lightly shook my head to focus.
"Uh, okay, it was a coyote. How could you tell the difference?"
Instead of answering me he only kept staring at me. It unnerved me to say the least.
"Alright, so you know the difference between a coyote and a wolf. Good to know. Oh! How rude of me! I haven't asked you your name yet." I started to calm down a little bit, enough so that I thought of being polite.
He stares at me a couple of seconds before responding.
"Hale. Derek Hale."
Those three little words sent me sprawling back into a crazed frenzy of shock and confusion.
Wait one diddly damn second! Did he just say Derek Hale?! As like Teen Wolf's Derek Hale? The broody sourwolf everyone thinks is a killer in the beginning? 'Cause that would be just too much crazy for me! I was literally just about to be eaten by a wolf, and now this guy is saying he's a one of my favorite fictional characters?! Hell to the no! I was right about to tell him off, when I realized something. I've seen his kind of beauty before.
No fricking way! It's totally him! Wait, he could be Tyler Hoechlin for all I know! I mean he does have the 5 o'clock, the bulging muscles, and short black hair, so he could be Tyler, but he . . . it took me a little too long to notice he wasn't smiling. He almost looked constipated, it was so bad. What I said next was probably the most idiotic thing I could have said.
"Uh, are you, like, real, or . . . ?" I ask this with apprehension still trying figure everything out.
He raises his impressive eyebrows in a surprised fashion, and spoke slowly like he was explaining simple addition to a mentally handicapped person.
"Are you high? That might be why you're out here in the first place. I suggest laying off the drugs for awhile."
I could have drowned in my self-misery at how he spoke to me.
"I am not high," I squeak, "I just have no flipping clue as to why you would be out here!"
He rolls his eyes.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that? You're the one on my property."
My feet automatically took a step back like that was going to get me out of his property. I internally roll my eyes to myself acknowledging I should just act like this is all dream. I hope I wake up soon, for 'Derek' was starting to terrify me.
"Alright, so we've established I have no idea what's happening. Question- could I perhaps stay with you? Just you know, until I think of something," I ask him.
He glares at me with a small scowl, but then nodded his head and turns around abruptly.
He soon was getting a fair distance away, so I scramble to follow. It sucks to not remember my feet were unprotected, for I fell down harshly after only taking a mere three steps.
I got back up with an annoyed huff, mad at myself for being so careless. Derek was facing me again, but this time he looked fed up and on the edge of exploding. Metaphorically of course. He comes towards me, and before I could protest he swoops me off my feet continuing our journey. To where we were going exactly, I had no clue.
I twist and turn trying to get out of my muscular constraints, but to no avail. He grunted at me to stop moving, or as he said, and I quote
"I'll rip both your arms off and feed them to that coyote."
This man scares the living daylights out of me! To make it even worse, I think he enjoys seeing my fear!
A couple minutes into his trek I decided I should try to talk to him, and maybe find out who Derek Hale really is. His character always kept to himself, so I constantly would wonder what his thoughts and feelings were.
"So Derek, what's your favorite season? And I'm not talking about TV shows either, buster." I try to give him a look that said 'I'm serious' in a motherly way.
He ignores me completely! And to think I just wanted to get to know the guy! Oh, I'm definitely going to get on his nerves now.
"Well since you seem to be so inclined to completely ignore my existence, I think it would be appropriate to annoy you until you respond." I clear my throat preparing myself for onslaught he was about to receive.
"That wolf was beauty, wasn't she? Though I do wonder if that cave was where the wolf lived, but how should I know? It was kinda creepy to see a baby doll in the cave, with all those bite marks, and what I presume is claw marks. Why would a wolf have a human doll? That doesn't make any sense. It also confused me as to why the wolf didn't try to maul me. I always knew my body was filled with fat and some muscles, so wouldn't it want to eat me? I'm actually kind of offended to be honest. If only I could speak wolf, then I would be able to explain why I'm-"
He drops me.
He fricking dropped me like I was a bag of bricks! The nerve of this guy!
His arms were crossed over his chest making me notice how masculine his upper body is. On his face was a pissed off glare that could melt Antarctica. Is it his life's goal to scare me shitless, because it sure seems like it!
He held his pointer finger up,
"One- that was a coyote, not a wolf. Two- are you insane for thinking it should have eaten you? Finally, three- that coyote was going to claim you, with a bite to the neck."
As he talks he keeps an impassive expression, and for each point he adds a finger. I sure felt scolded, so I stay silent while internally going over what he mentioned. Wait, did he say the coyote was going to claim me?! Like in all the fanfictions I read?! If that's the case, then it makes me wonder if the coyote was actually Malia. All of the descriptions matched- the baby doll, glowing blue eyes, small cave in Hale's property, why it would even want to claim a human. But then raises the question why Malia would want to claim me. I'm just a human with no real understanding of the supernatural, or any knowledge of living in the wilderness.
I was brought out of my thoughts when Derek's neck suddenly snaps to see behind him, but there was nothing there. There was no sound or movement, just forest and more forest.
"We need to get going." he spat out and quickly picked me up before sprinting into the direction he apparently heard something.
I thought about telling him the proper way which to lift a lady, but it didn't really seem like the time, you know with whole running and everything. My body was bouncing and flopping all over the place, but somehow he keeps ahold of me still running at a high speed. I could never even dream of being able to sprint as fast he did.
Soon my bumpy ride was over. Where we stop though is what made me gasp in shock. In front of me was a place I was very familiar with, but have never seen in real life. That is until now.
The burnt down Hale house looked as disgusting and depressing as it always does, yet now I could physically feel the loneliness and pain it had. I didn't have a lot of time to gape at this sad scene because Derek pushed me behind him with one swoop of his arm.
I was right about to object when I heard a voice call out.
"There you are! What took you so long? We have to talk to you about something that happened today!"
Another voice soon yelled,
"Derek, man, you're not gonna believe it! There was this girl-" Derek cut the second voice off.
"What happened, Scott?"
There was an indignant huff, but before anyone said anything I ran around Derek to stare at another favorite fictional character of mine. There he was standing in all of his spastic and sarcastic glory- Stiles Stilinski, or as I sometimes call him, Scarlet.
"Oh my glob! Hi! It's nice to meet you!" I exclaim while waving my hand frantically.
Scott gave Derek a questioning glare "Who the hell is she? Is she one of us?"
Derek growled at him in warning
"No, she's not. I found her in the forest. What was so urgent?"
The new werewolf stare at him with a lost puppy look before jumping up in excitement.
"There was this girl in Stiles' locker. Oh! There was a chain too!"
"Why was there a girl chained up in your locker?" The born werewolf grunts in Stiles' direction.
The accused teen looked scandalized with a hand pressed against his chest in dramatic flare.
"She was not chained up! My chain was just on top of her! And I have no idea as to why and how she got there!"
I quietly giggle to myself earning the three quarreling men to look at me.
"Oh, are you, um, why, so do you . . . I don't know what to say" I mutter.
They quickly got back into their arguing, but this time I was just a silent observer. The fight quickly ends with all of them agreeing to go to Deaton to see if he knew what was up with that girl.
I got in Derek's camaro with him while Stiles and Scott rode in the beloved beat up blue jeep, otherwise known as Roscoe. It was pretty silent on the way to the Vet, because Mr. Hale wanted to be a stuck up snob and not allow any conversations to happen. I wished I went with the teen boys, they always seem to be talking and acted friendly unlike some sourwolf I know.
The boys went in first, then Derek, and lastly me. Instead of some boring waiting room filled with impatient customers, there was a girl in scrubs dancing the macarena with a small puppy running around her. It was a peculiar sight to see, for sure, even though the males were blocking it.
Stiles sputters in front of me flinging his arms in random and uncontrolled movements.
"You!" he finally got out.
The girl looks over to us but continued her dancing.
"Me." She responded, shaking her hips.
I knew that voice!
"Bitch!" I exclaim while pushing my way to her "Oh my glob, it's really you! But holy shit what happened to your hair?! It's longer!" She fully faced me and turned off the music.
"Whore!" She grins.
The boys were completely lost, but thankfully they kept quiet while we have our little reunion.
"Cunt!" I exclaim.
"Slut!" she responds.
"Wanker!" I yell.
"You've lost the plot!" she poked my shoulder to enunciate her wording.
I took a breath to say an 'insult' back, but couldn't think of something funny enough to compare with British slang.
"You win" I sigh long and weary.
She jumps up in the air with a fist pump yelping a victorious "Yes!"
Katerina always wins our little competition because she'll just throw in some weird slang that leaves me baffled and reeling to think of a comeback. After her victory dance I begin to question her.
"What are doing here?! And why are you wearing scrubs? I thought you hated the doctor stuff?"
She smiles at me so big I thought she was going to rip one of her face's muscles.
"I'm so happy to see you! But can you explain why you came with them? Didn't you tell me that you 'immensely dislike being within a 20 foot radius of gorgeous people," she then whispered, "I wear what I want."
I blushed up a storm embarrassed that the guys heard her too.
"Okay, what the hell is going on around here?! Who are you girls?!" Stiles screams.
I rub my ears to soothe the damage done to my innocent hearing drum. Deaton soon came out with his usual poker face ready to take on the supernatural shit that seems to always be happening in Beacon Hills.
"What seems to be the problem?" he calmly asks.
Stiles sputters for a little bit, but soon pulled himself together.
"The problem is that girl" he points at Katerina "was in my locker, and the other came from forest with Derek! What girl willingly goes to Derek?! And from a forest no less!"
Katerina clears her throat to get everyone's attention. This can't be good.
"What do you mean she only went to the forest to see him? She crawled out of hell for him. He is attractive." She smirks.
"Wait one diddly damn second, you were in Stiles' locker?! Why?! That sounds like a terrible idea!" I respond.
"Hey! It wasn't that I was all like 'I'm gonna go inside a locker, a locker that's cramped and smells fucking bad. Yay sounds fun!' I didn't have a choice!" she pouts.
I sighed accepting her answer. I ignored Stiles' indignant expression to tell Deaton, "Both her and I have no idea how we got here. We have nothing to our names here, and no way to get back to where we came from. That's the problem."
Deaton studied me for a while, then Katerina, then the boys, and finally he sighed in resignation "I suppose you two could stay with me until you find better arrangements. I have connections that can get you your legal necessities, so you both can go to school and get jobs."
Katerina raised her hand to get everyone's attention, "I am not getting job. I don't need one."
I looked at her wondering why the hell she thought that, but decided not to question it. I clear my throat, "I'll get one. Do you know where anyone is hiring? But wait, it has to be in a walk-able distance. I don't have a license or even a car."
"Have you driven a car before?" Deaton asks us. I nodded my head while Katerina shook hers.
"Well then I will get you a license, um, I'm sorry I don't know your name."
I blushed a little before softly saying "I'm Liz."
He nods his head, "Alright then Liz, I will get you a Californian license and birth certificate. And for you Katrina, I will get a Californian birth certificate. Does that suit your needs?"
Both of us nod our heads, and we gave him thankful looks to show our gratitude.
"Well as heart-warming as all of this is; we still have no idea who you two girls really are! No offence or anything, but there has been some murders around here, and we still don't know who the murderer is! So could you please explain yourselves?!" Stiles yells.
Jeez, someone must of pissed in his cereal this morning.
My friend smiled at him in her 'OMG! He is my BAE' way, "Of course, my darling Stiles! You see, we are best friends! We were having a sleepover at her place, but then we woke up here! We have nothing to do with the murders. I mean, we did just get here this morning after all. And you could get to know us more when we go to high school with you, so that's great. Aren't you just so excited?! We could all of our classes together so you could see us every single day! Doesn't that sound amazing?!"
Stiles did his usual sputtering during all of that, probably not used to a girl actually being nice to him, or be super creepy towards him. Her super creeper stalker stare is almost to the point of a serial killer stare. She's had enough practice on me, that's for sure.
"You're going to keep them in line?" Derek asks Deaton, ignoring the rest of us and our dumb conversations.
The vet nods in agreement, even if a little reluctant. Then weirdly enough, my favorite Hale grabs the two teen boys and drags them out kicking and shouting for him to let them go. Derek shut them up saying the problem (I'm assuming the problem is my friend and I) is taken care of, so they should leave us alone. Who knew the emotionally constipated born werewolf could be semi-nice? Me! I knew, that's why I tried to be friends with him. I don't think I succeeded, but that's just minor details.
Us girls turned to the straight-faced man to figure out what we were doing now.
He waves his hand towards the chairs surrounding the waiting room in a gesture that said 'go sit down and wait. I have some things to do.' As Deaton went into the back, Katerina huffed and crossed her arms over her chest before sitting down on the closest chair. I shake my head and sit down next to her.
"I can't believe we're in Teen Wolf."