A/N: Hey, guys! If you're new to my stories then HELLO! This is just something that's been rattling in my head quite a lot lately. I will be continuing this story if you guys like it by the time you reach the end of this chapter. My other story The Vigilante, the updates will remain the same but just expect an update of this story as well IF I GET A GOOD REACTION. Being a huge Teen Wolf fan, there will be SOME similar events that i'll be pulling out from the show only because I wouldn't be able to make sense of anything. But just minor things like the logic of it all i guess. But the majority will be my own. Well I'm gonna stop talking...typing?...and leave the rest to you :) Enjoy.

Beca Mitchell and her father had gone through a lot over the course of her adolescent years. After a freak accident that resulted in the death of her mother, Beca became distant and she threw herself at her school work in hopes of getting the grades required to get as far away from her town in California and into a decent university. Although, Beca loved California. What's not to love, really. The weather was always perfect, there was a bunch of interesting people; not to the mention the opportunities were endless out here. Opportunities that she can't seize until she took it upon herself to get the education to prepare herself for what's out there, the real world is a scary place. What Beca doesn't know is that surviving the remaining two years in high school were going to be the least of her problems.

Beca readjusted the strap of her bag onto her shoulder, the second strap flapping against her hip as she walked down the hallway of Beacon Hills High School. Muttering apologies when her small form collided with numerous eager students scurrying down the hall. The junior raised her headphones and placed them over her ears to block out the annoying sounds of chants and cries from the schools sports players, followed by the bang of lockers when a jock smashed a freshman against them. Gotta love high school.

Beca finally reached her locker. Number 134. The same locker she's had since she first arrived at Beacon Hills her freshman year. Nothing ever changed, the green paint was always chipped when she reunited with it after summer vacation. This was her first day as a Junior and she was hoping to start it off with at least a newly painted locker, but no. Turning the dial to put in her combination felt like a part of her routine. A stop she made in the gutter that is her life. Yeah, nothing really changes.

"Becaaww!"

Sadly, her music wasn't loud enough to block out the bird call from her best friend Jesse Swanson. Becaaww was something he made up when they first met during their freshman year. Jesse had talked a lot about how his father was Beacon County's sheriff and the deputy's had all sorts of codenames for one another. So, naturally, Beca has been referred to as Becaaww ever since.

Beca lowered her headphones so they can drape themselves around her neck and looked over her shoulder.

"What's up, dude."

Jesse swung his bag around his body to position it against his chest as he unzipped it and pulled out his books with one hand while the other worked the lock on the locker beside Beca's.

"A whole lot, actually, thank you for asking," Jesse opened his locker and neatly placed his composition books beside one another against the wall of the locker, "We," He drew out the word dramatically as he finished stocking up his books, closing his locker and leaning against it to look at the side of Beca's bored expression filled face, "are going out tonight."

Beca groaned and let her hands drop down to the base of her locker, abandoning her mission of trying to organize her stuff.

"Jess, seriously? Every time you say that we always end up being escorted home by your dad."

Laughing at the deadpan response, Jesse folded his arms and licked his lips.

"And every time we have a blast for crashing a crime scene." Jesse smiled knowingly at her, he knew Beca loved their late night investigations. Being the son of the sheriff had its perks, being that he always- always found out about a location that screamed for them to poke their noses into. This time, he found out of a particular location that they needed to check out.

Beca surrendered and shut her locker, "Where do you plan on dragging me now?"

Jesse flailed his arms around excitingly, grabbing the unwanted attention of the people around them, much to Beca's displeasure.

"Dude, chill- "

Jesse cut her off, "I'm going to keep it a surprise," He was interrupted by the bell signaling for them to go to their first period class, "So I'll pick you up."

Beca opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it when Jesse spun on his heels and disappeared into the crowd of students. She grabbed her bag and balled her fist as she spun on her own heels to walk the opposite direction.

Beca let out a huff, taking her seat in the middle of the classroom. She looked up at the board and silently groaned when the teacher began to scribble her name under the capital letters that read U.S. HISTORY. Giving her more of a reason to believe that she shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

"Hey, honey. How was school?" Her father, John, looked away from the TV when the door opened.

Beca dropped her bag against the wall by the door and the ficus that was placed proudly in the corner of the entrance. She shuffled over to the couch and plopped down beside her dad.

"Nothing to report. What are you watching?" Beca asked, pointing at the TV.

John turned up the volume and grinned as he made himself more comfortable.

"My coworker told me to watch Scandal so I'm giving it a chance and so far I'm not disappointed."

Beca rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Oh god. I'm losing you." She stood up with a huff and waved over her shoulder, "I'll be in my room."

John glanced at her leave before returning his attention to the TV, "I'll call you down for dinner."

Beca's hand slid up the railing as she walked up the rugged stairs. Her eyes averted to the picture frames hung up on the wall once she reached the second floor of their house. Each showed Beca and her parents smiling brightly at the camera, with either a beach behind them or wherever it was that they were that day. Beca's eyes stayed glued to her mothers. The creases on her forehead were becoming parallel to her lips that slowly pursed themselves into a straight line. The case of her mother's death remained open to this day and it angered Beca that no one was able to find out what it is that happened that night. Beca remembers it quite clearly. She was waiting for her mother to come home one night and the next morning there was a pounding on the front door, a cop on the other side telling John that his wife's car was found flipped over on a stranded highway. Beca's mother dead inside with no evidence of a struggle except the drivers door being ripped open and the claw marks on her throat. Beca and John were told that it must have been an animal attack, being only twelve at the time, Beca accepted it as something that had just..happened. There was, of course, nothing she could have done but now that she was older, an assumed animal attack was not going to just fly over her head as an acceptable answer. But yet...there was nothing she can do.

Reaching her bedroom, Beca shut the door behind her and threw herself onto her bed face first. She lounged around for a good hour before, as promised, her dad called her down for dinner. They talked for a bit after they ate while John cleaned the dishes and left Beca to sit at the table. She told him about her classes for the year and how she's positive that it will go as uneventful as her last. John insisted that it will if she doesn't join a club or even a sport.

"What sport do you even picture me playing in? I'm not exactly the most athletic teenager out there."

John turned the water off and wiped his hands on a hand towel before turning around to face his daughter. It was true. Beca wasn't very...productive. If it was up to her, she would have made binge watching TV shows on Netflix an olympic sport.

"Hon, you gotta try out for something. Colleges aren't going to be impressed with just your good grades and perfect attendance. They need to see that you participate in school activities."

Beca groaned and threw her head back, "All the school has to offer is volleyball-which you know I refuse to play after the..incident."

John rolled his eyes, "Bec, you need to let that go. That girl apologized."

Beca shook her head, "That's not the point," she pushed her hair behind her ears and sighed, "You try getting a face full of boobs and sweat and come back to me with how much you accepted that apology."

John chuckled, "I'm sure on a whole different occasion you'd love to have a face full of boobs."

Beca's head was suddenly down on the kitchen table, hiding her blushing face with her hands.

"Oh my- Dad, that is not even..oh my god."

John was bent at the waist, laughing uncontrollably at his flustered daughter. They had a great father-daughter relationship and that helped Beca come out to him during middle school. Beca loved that her father was comfortable enough to poke fun every once in a while but that didn't mean she welcomed it.

Beca lifted her head once she heard the laughter die down. She narrowed her eyes and blew away a strand of hair that was dangling in her face.

"As I was saying, aside from volleyball, the only other sport there is, is lacrosse- "

John smiled, "Perfect. Try out for lacrosse."

Beca snorted, "Um no. I might as well have two left feet because I have as much hand eye coordination as a person who does."

"You've never even played the game!" John exclaimed, he pulled up a chair and sat next to Beca who was picking at the lint on her pajama pants.

"I don't need to to know that I'd suck at it," Beca ran a hand through her hair, "I'm sparing myself the embarrassment."

John scratched the tip of his nose and leaned forward on the table, "You gotta try something, Bec. Tell Jesse to teach you the basics- isn't he on the boys team?"

Beca snickered, "He hasn't even made first line yet. But fine..if it'll put an end to this conversation I'll ask him."

John stood up, "It'll be great for you. Trust me."

Beca watched her dad walk back into the living room where he sat back in his previous spot to continue watching his show.

Later that night, Beca was seated on her bed wondering how long Jesse was going to take. Her eyes moved to the clock on her nightstand. It was 11:15 and knowing the time made her eyes feel twice as heavy. Just before she decided to turn in for the night and send a text to Jesse to tell him that she wasn't up for it, she heard the trashcan outside rattle. Beca frowned and crawled to the side of the bed where her window was and looked out.

"What the hell?"

Before she can reassure herself that it may have been a raccoon or something, she saw a dark figure run across the grass of the backyard. She leaned back in surprise and quickly stood up, slipping on her sneakers and reaching under her bed for the baseball bat that she never used. At some point her father wanted to teach her how to play but by the looks of it being under her bed collecting dust, it didn't go so well. Beca tiptoed passed her fathers room, hearing him snore as she did. Moving quickly and quietly she made her way over to the back door and slid it open. Beca stepped onto the back porch and raised her bat over her head when she heard another shuffle.

"He-Hello?"

It suddenly fell silent and her pounding heart was making it difficult for her to focus her hearing for any other sort of quaint noise. Her palms were moistening the padded grip of the baseball bat and Beca tried her best to readjust her hands when she suddenly heard another noise.

"Becaaww!" Jesse loudly whispered on his way down to hang from the porch roof, his hair flowing from the late September night wind as well as from his sudden entrance. His arms were out stretched, swaying back and forth while Beca yelped in surprise and swung her bat forward, luckily Jesse caught it before it made contact with his face.

"Easy there." Jesse chuckled.

Beca clenched her chest and panted, "What the hell is wrong with you?! You couldn't just text or call that you were outside?"

Jesse pulled himself up and swung his legs down, landing in front of Beca.

"You know me. I gotta make a grand entrance," Jesse shook his head and waved his hands, "Anyway, not important. What's important is what we're gonna be looking for." He sang.

Beca squinted her eyes, not at all trusting that this will be an easy or legal task.

"Looking for what?"

Jesse turned around and walked down the wooden steps, "I'll explain on the way," Jogging around the side of her house.

Beca sighed and looked up at her fathers bedroom window, thankfully he was a heavy sleeper. She cursed under her breath and followed Jesse who was standing just in front of her house, looking down at his phone while leaning back against his Jeep.

Jesse looked up and smiled, "Good. You decided to come play with the big kids."

Beca shoved him in the shoulder and slid inside the passenger seat while he failed miserably at attempting to slide across the hood of the car only to come to a stop midway, resorting to scooting his butt the rest of the way. Jesse put the car in drive and glanced over at Beca.

Beca shook her head, "I'm older than you." Correcting Jesse of his previous statement.

Jesse shrugged, "I'm taller than you though, Ms. 5'2."

Beca glared at the side of his face and smirked, "Instead of making fun of my height..how about you tell me where we're headed?"

Jesse bounced slightly in his seat, excited to let her in on what they'll be doing tonight.

"Okay," He started, "I was listening in on the police radio-"

"Again." Beca muttered.

"And we got ourselves a homicide in the woods by the highway." Jesse said the last bit of words in an excited tone. He let go of the steering wheel to clap his hands against it in a rhythm of his own.

Beca nodded and ran her tongue across her top teeth, "Same highway that..?"

Jesse suddenly stiffened, "Oh..right. Um we don't have to- "

Beca waved him off, "No it's fine. I'm sure it'll be fun."

Jesse smiled and quickly changed the subject, "So how was the first day for you?"

Beca propped her feet up on the dashboard, "Well, I have Posen in my chemistry class."

"I'll take that as a you had the best day ever." Jesse swooned, reminding Beca how hot he thought Aubrey Posen was.

Beca gagged, "Ugh how can you even stand her?"

Jesse glanced over at his best friend, "Well for one she has no reason to hate me."

"I'll have you know-"

Jesse sighed, "Here we go.."

Beca chuckled, "Your fault for bringing it up. Anyway, she only hates me because-"

"Because you shared the video of her puking during the talent show sophomore year to eeeeveryone on Facebook , I knooow."

"Uh huh. BUT-"

"But she edged you on by being a 'bitch' since the first day. Which, as you say, is why you did it. I know." Jesse said, turning off the headlights and pulling the car up beside the highway and beside a bush.

"So, besides Aubrey, how was the rest of your day?" Jesse asked, reaching out to grab Beca's hand and guide her through the branches and twigs as they walked down the hill into the woods.

"Same as every year, I guess. You?" Beca followed close behind Jesse while trying not to pay too much attention to the sounds that surrounded them, including the hoot of owls and the occasional sound of wind hitting leaves on the trees that towered over them. Beca looked around and down at her feet that crunched the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Same old. Now, back to the exciting part of tonight," Jesse came to a stop and turned to Beca, "We're looking for a body. But here's the catch as to why not even the police know where the rest is."

Beca turned her head slightly and squinted her eyes, "The..rest?" She asked in a suspicious tone.

Jesse shifted back and forth from both his feet, biting his lip in an effort to contain his excitement.

"They only found one half of the body." Jesse whispered as if to create suspense like in the movies he's always making Beca watch with him. If this were a movie, there would be a loud orchestra playing when Jesse spoke.

Beca's eyebrows raised up high, "Half? W-Why are we here then?! Did it occur to you that the person that's responsible could still be lurking around?"

Jesse raised his finger and averted his eyes, "I," lowering his finger and turning back around, "Have not. Let's go!"

Beca groaned and followed, muttering her complaints when they encountered a large set of rocks that they needed to climb in order to get to the top where the police were searching earlier that evening.

Beca began to lose breath, "You do..remember that I'm..an asthmatic, right?"

Jesse swung his leg over and pushed himself up, bending down on his knees to reach over and grab Beca by the arm.

"Well did you bring your inhaler?"

Beca did in fact bring it. It was always on her person throughout the day so she never had a chance to put it away. She pulled it out of her pocket and Jesse smiled.

"Then you'll be fine."

Beca rolled her eyes, bringing the inhaler to her mouth and taking a puff, and they continued walking. They searched the ground with the flashlight of Jesse's phone, beginning to enter the heart of the woods where instead of having a bunch of trees within five feet of them, they were standing in a rather empty space with only a fallen tree and a tree stump in front of them.

Jesse was currently explaining the basic strategy and skill needed for lacrosse, Beca had brought up that her father told her to try out, when Jesse's eyes suddenly grew to a comical size.

"Look out!"

Beca had no time to react or turn around. Jesse had swung his arm out to grab Beca by the waist, bringing them down to the ground and shielding themselves as a herd of deer ran their way, managing to either jump over the two teenagers or run around them. The pounding of hooves were coming from both sides of their heads, leaves and dirt being kicked in their faces.

The running soon muffled out of earshot and they cautiously raised to their knees, looking around for any other type of buck or deer that may also run their way.

"I..I think we're good." Jesse muttered.

"What the hell!" Beca shrieked, "What were they running to?"

Jesse shook his head, "I don't think they were running to anything. More like from something."

Beca huffed, "Shit...," Reaching into her sweater pocket for her inhaler, "Shit!"

Jesse turned to her as he stood back up and dusted himself off, "What is it?"

Beca slapped her hands down on the dirt and scurried up to her feet, "My inhaler. It must have fallen out of my pocket and those..those deers must have kicked it somewhere."

Jesse cleared his throat, "It's uh..pronounced deer."

Beca stopped searching through the pile of leaves to look over her shoulder, "What?"

Jesse stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, "The plural of deer isn't deers. It's just deer."

Beca narrowed her eyes, "Not the key issue right now!"

Jesse smirked, "I'm just correct- "

"Who's there?!"

Beca and Jesse shot their heads towards the voice, seeing a flashlight waving around just up ahead.

"Shit."

"We gotta-"

"Hide." Jesse said pushing Beca towards a tree that was thick enough for the girl to hide behind.

Beca gripped onto the tree trunk and peered over it when she saw Jesse sheepishly waving at the officer that approached him.

"God, he's such an idiot."

Jesse squinted his eyes and shielded them away from the light shining out of the flashlight being pointed at him.

"Hey, sir. How's it goi-"

"What are you doing here?" The officer asked, looking around to see if Jesse were alone or not.

Jesse opened his mouth to respond when another flashlight flashed its way towards them.

"Stand down, Garret. This one belongs to me...unfortunately."

Instantly knowing the voice, Jesse gulped and waved, "Hey..dad."

Officer Swanson lowered his flashlight once he was in front of his son.

"Jess, why can't you be like any other teenage boy and stay home to play your video games or something?"

Jesse swayed back and forth, "I'm more of an outdoorsy kid."

"Nick, we need to head back to the station." The officer announced to the sheriff.

Jesse smiled innocently at his dad before the flashlight was shining over his shoulder.

"Is your partner in crime here too?"

Jesse chuckled lightly, "Who Beca? Pshh..no! She's home. Sleeping."

Nick nodded, unconvinced, "Is that so?"

Jesse nodded, "Mhm."

Nick looked around and called out, "Beca?"

Beca bit her lip from her place behind the tree, shutting her eyes and clenching her fists, afraid to move in fear of getting caught.

Nick looked back at his son and grabbed him by the shirt, "I'm taking you back to your car. On the way there...we're going to discuss how listening in on the police radio is an invasion of privacy."

Jesse protested, "Wait but-"

"Let's go."

Beca stepped away from the tree once she believed the coast to be clear. She licked her lips and brought her bottom lip between her teeth as she resumed her search for her inhaler. She couldn't afford to lose it..literally because those things were like $60. She finally came across it, quickly bending down to dust it off. Beca walked the opposite way of the police. Hoping to find a road where she can walk her way back home.

"Go to the woods, he said. We'll find a body and it'll be fun, he said." Beca muttered as she tried her best to climb down the pile of rocks similar to the ones that she and Jesse had climbed earlier. She lost her footing and suddenly felt her breath get caught in her throat as she went plummeting down to the ground below.

"Shi-!" Her body rolled and tumbled down until she finally came to a stop in a pile of leaves. Which were not as cushioning as she would have hoped.

"Argh.." Beca grunted, pushing herself up and rolling her shoulders back to sooth the kinks in her back. Raising her head to look around. Looking from tree to tree in search of a trail that led to the road. She did a double take when she caught a glimpse of a pair of bright red eyes in the distance. She blinked once and twice and the eyes were gone. Assuming she must have hit her head pretty hard, Beca continued walking. The ominous mist surrounding her did not help keep the image of the red eyes out of her mind. The sudden growl coming from behind her sure as hell wasn't helping either.

Beca whipped around and her chest began to heave when there was nothing that could have made the sound. Another growl, sounding much closer, came from her right so she turned. Nothing. Beca suddenly found herself looking up to the top of the rocks that she had just fallen from and the eyes were now the least of her problems. There staring back down at her were the owner of those red eyes. Her eyes adjusted themselves to the darkness and soon she found herself staring up at...something. This thing stared back at her as if studying her, memorizing her, trying to figure out what it was that it wanted from the teenager. Beca read somewhere that some animals had the ability to sense ones fear and if she wasn't mistaken...this thing sure as hell can practically taste hers. Beca took a cautious step back, a twig breaking ripped through the silence that surrounded the two. The sudden noise disturbed the creature, causing it to lower its head and snarl down at the teenager. Beca spun around and ran as fast as her legs can take her. Beca wasn't a runner but put a giant creature behind her, chasing her while snapping its teeth, her speed would surprise you.

"Fuck!" Beca yelled, feeling the burn on her calves. She was beginning to see the road coming into view. Just a little farther and she would be able to lose this creature running behind her. She was a few feet from the road when she found herself being lifted from her feet and thrown in the air. A foreign sting and burn coming from her abdomen as she covered her face with her arms on her way down to the ground. Her body rolled to a stop at the middle of the road she had been trying to reach. Releasing a cry of pain, Beca pushed herself up to her knees, the left side of her face illuminating the light of an oncoming car.

"Shit!" Beca cried, quickly jumping out of the way just as the horn began to honk. The car swerved before getting back into its lane, the driver shouting curses out from his window.

Beca stood up and panted. Her sudden adrenalin rush faded away making the excruciating pain from her abdomen harder to ignore any longer. It demanded her attention and now its got it. Beca lifted her shirt and sweater and if the amount of blood that was gushing down to her waist wasn't enough to raise concern and worry then the bite mark it was seeping from definitely was.

Beca dropped the hems of her shirt and sweater, pressing the heel of her palm against her forehead as she looked down the road. The mist making its way out of the forest and onto the road and flowing passed her as the wind carried it away. Beca held her hand over the bite mark and walked her way home. Sure she wanted a change to this new school year..but this wasn't what she had in mind.

A/N: Soooo what'd you think :) Let me know if you'd like another chapter-better yet if you even want me to continue it even further. Again, there WILL be some things taken from Teen Wolf but I won't go overboard. I really hope you all liked it :)

Have a good one!