Chapter 1: I'm Crystal Price
Author Note: Hello Guys. Right, so I'm currently going back through the chapters of 'She Wolf' and editing them. I've lost count of the times I've glanced back through the chapters and seen a typo or a grammatical mistake which makes me cringe. Normally I can manage the odd mistake here or there, but not the ones that stick out. Anyways, I'm going to be updating parts of the story, but I'll highlight this in the author note at the beginning of the chapter just encase.
OC Character profile
Name: Crystal Alice Price
Age: 16 years old
Height: 5" 3
Weight: 121 lbs
Eye Colour: Green
Hair: Dark brown, red when it catches the light. Long, wavy.
Figure: Slim
Chest Size: 36c (Apparently I found this extremely important to include, obviously)
Scars: A burn mark, 4 inches long on the upper inner part of her left thigh.
Parents
Mother – Lillian (Lily) Price (Appearance: Evangeline Lilly)
Father – Alexander (Alex) Price (Appearance: Lee Pace)
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This story is rated T; I will give warning at the beginning of a chapter if there is a mature contents involved.
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Chapter One
The wind brushed her hair away from her face. The only sound heard was the sound of her beating heart. Kicking her feet up she felt the blood pumping at a rapid pace throughout her body, spurring her on. A smile crept across her face.; This is when she felt most content, being able to run free alongside the wind. The trees blurred around her as her vision became red, she felt a growl erupt from inside her. Within seconds her control began to slip, her body was separated from her mind as her feet continued to carry her deeper into the woods.
The sensation tingled at first, but soon her nose was burning. She felt her throat closing but she couldn't stop running. Panic set in but there wasn't anything she could do; she was being drawn to something. It soon became clear to what, when she came to an abrupt stop, almost sending her face first into the ground. Looking up, her eyes widened, as flames danced across them.
In front of her stood a grand house, flames consuming and towering over the burning building. The heat radiating from the house sent her a few steps back as she began to cough, holding her hand up to shield her eyes she gave a gasping choke. The air was sliced with the sounds of screams as Crystal looked with terrified eyes to the house. The screams were deafening.
"Hello?" Crystal yelled back.
"Crystal!" a woman's voice sounded. "Get out, crawl baby, crawl!" the woman instructed. Crystal looked on confused. She wanted to run, to hide from the flames but something took over her and she found herself walking towards the house. Dodging falling debris, she felt like her skin was melting from the intense heat.
"Where are you?" she shouted to them, hoping that she wasn't too late, but that's when a searing pain pulled her attention to her upper leg. There, flames had begun to make their way up her jeans. She gave a painful howl and began to hit her leg, hoping to put the flames out. Her foot slipped on the wooden steps leading to the house and she fell to the floor, drifting into darkness.
Crystal bolted up right, gasping. Her hand went to her leg to put out the fire, but then she realized she wasn't in the woods anymore, she lying in her bed. It took her a few moments before she managed to regain her senses. It was a dream. It was just a dream. More like a nightmare, the one she had been experiencing ever since she could remember. It always started the same, running through the woods with a smile on her face and then coming to the burning house, the screams, the fire, the pain in her leg.
Pulling back her blanket she looked to her upper leg where, there scarred into her skin, was a burn mark. Her parents said she had been burnt when she was younger on a holiday camping trip, she had been messing around near the camp fire when her dress caught on fire and burned her leg. Crystal was thankful she had been too young to remember.
Sighing, she turned to her window that was decorated with cream coloured curtains and managed to see the sun barely rising. Looking to her alarm clock she gave a groan, 30 minutes before she needed to get up. Walking to the window she pulled the curtains back and pressed her warm head to the chilled glass. Closing her eyes, she listened. She could hear the dog two lanes over barking and the man who lived 10 doors down unlocking his car and going to work.
Their house was on one of the simple streets in Beacon Hills. Nicely kept lawns with timed sprinklers, white picket fences, and even an oak tree in the back yard with a tire swing. Her family was a normal one, both her parents worked, a lot. Her mother was a Criminal Lawyer and her father ran his own successful construction company, which meant he was mostly out of town working all over the US.
After her shower she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her complexion was pale; her green eyes were framed with dark full long lashes. Her nose was average, her lips plump and pink. Her hair was long, flowing half way down to her back, it was mostly wavy and she never cared to straighten it. After applying some mascara and eyeliner she moved to her closest. She grabbed one of her favourite white t-shirts of The Smiths and paired it with some tight jeans and red high-top converse. Leaving her hair loose she looked in the mirror and shrugged.
"It'll do," she said smiling. Her wrists had various coloured bracelets and a watch. Her fingers had rings on a few of them, simple accessories, nothing to dramatic. Unlike most girls her age who planned their first day of school outfits the day before, Crystal didn't really care. Finally, she put on the locket she always wore. It was round and silver with a tree engraved into the metal. She didn't remember when her Mom gave it to her, just that she never went anywhere without it.
Her Mom had already left for work and her dad was away in New York supervising his new project. Exiting the house, she smiled to her Baby. It was a classic 1965 black Mustang that had been restored. Letting her fingers dance across the slick hood, her grin widened. Getting inside, she plugged in her iPod and hit shuffle. A smile spread across her lips as 'Wonder wall' by Oasis began to play, singing along on her way to school.
Pulling into a parking spot, she looked up at the school with a sigh. "Once more unto the breach" she quoted with a smile before making her way up to the front entrance. She groaned when she saw her shoe lace had come undone, bending down she began to tie it as she heard someone speaking by her.
"This is seriously going to be the best thing that's happened to this town since..." she turned her head slightly to see Stiles Stilinski talking with his friend Scott McCall. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia" he said with a smile, but the girl he was speaking to walked straight past him. Lydia Martin, the strawberry blonde beauty who was popular, smart and charismatic. The perfect girly girl. She ignored Stiles and walked into the school as Crystal stood up and did the same.
She entered her first class, English. Taking her normal seat at the back she pulled the book they had been assigned, "To Kill a Mocking Bird'. She had already read it several times, and knew it cover to cover. The other students filed in as the teacher began the lesson.
"As I'm sure most of you know a body was found in the woods last night, the police are handling the situation so we can all..." the teacher continued as she zoned out. She didn't know about anybody; she didn't spend much time on social networks where most news broadcasts were posted.
"Hello. Sorry to interrupt you but we have a new student. Class, this is Allison Argent. Please make her feel welcome," the Principal left and Allison was told to take a seat. She moved to the back and took the seat next to Crystal.
The bell rang signalling the end of class. Walking through the hallway, she noticed the new girl Allison having trouble opening her locker. Crystal walked over and leaned against the other lockers, "Hey" she said smiling. "Need some help?" Allison turned with a sheepish smile.
"Yeah, its uh, a little stuck" she said as Crystal nodded.
"Trust me, you'll get used to it" she stepped up, hitting the lock, it clicked and she turned it, pulling the locker open. "There you go" she gestured to the now open door.
"Thanks. I'm Allison" she smiled extending her hand.
"Crystal Price" Crystal replied, firmly shaking her hand.
"So what's there to do in Beacon Hills?" Allison asked, but before Crystal could reply Lydia Martin's voice sounded from beside them.
"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" she questioned Allison, tilting her head. Allison looked unsure at first but then smiled.
"My Mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco" she replied as Lydia smiled.
"And you are my new best friend" she said and then looked to Crystal.
"I love that necklace" she complemented, and Crystal looked to her feeling puzzled. She had been in many classes with Lydia since they started high school and she had never even acknowledged she existed.
"Thanks, cute dress" Lydia smiled and nodded.
"It is, isn't it? Hey Jackson," she called down the hallway and Crystal looked over. She felt her heart beat pick up, god no. She hadn't spoken to him since their 'break up' over a year ago.
"I've got to go do something," Crystal turned to Allison. The girl looked over to her and nodded.
"Will I see you at lunch?" she asked.
"Sure" she smiled back to them.
"Come watch Lacrosse practice after school" Lydia said and Crystal nodded.
"Will do, see you later" she said and walked off before Jackson could see her. She glanced back to see Jackson talking with Allison as his arm found it place around Lydia's waist. She turned at the last second but felt a firm body crash into her. She groaned and stumbled back, dropping her folder. Luckily she did not fall on her backside. Crystal looked up to see Stiles in front of her.
"I'm so sorry" she said, bending down to collect her papers. She felt him kneel next to her, grabbing at the spilled contents of her folder. Standing up Stiles passed her a pile of papers and she smiled at him.
"You ok?" he asked her since he could see she looked a little muddled.
"Hmmm, yeah I'm fine," she replied glancing back at Lydia and Jackson.
"Well sorry for bumping into you," Stiles said as she turned to face him again.
"It's fine, no harm done. See ya Stiles," she walked away and he looked to her in awe. She knew his name; a pretty girl knew his name.
"Hey," Allison smiled as Crystal waved them to her spot in the bleachers. Lydia looked to the Lacrosse players and she began to point out the popular ones. "There's Jackson" she said with a smile.
"Who's that?" Allison asked pointing to Scott.
"Don't know," Lydia tilted her head, but continuing with the list of hot guys.
"Scott McCall," Crystal answered as Allison turned to her.
"He lent me a pen in English," she smiled dreamily and Crystal saw her blush.
"Ahh, the start to every fairy tale romance!" Crystal joked as Allison giggled.
"But he's not first line," Lydia bluntly pointed out. Crystal watched as Scott was pushed into the goal. He looked terrified. As Coach blew his whistle Crystal clamped her eyes shut. An intense stabbing, pain rang in her ears, making her bite the inside of her mouth. She heard a groan and opened her eyes to see Scott holding his hands over his ears. What the hell? Scott was struggling and didn't see the ball until it hit him on the head, sending him off his feet and causing him to groan. The other players mocked him and even the Coach laughed, but Scott got back on his feet prepared to start again.
What happened next surprised everyone. Scott caught the first ball with ease, looking shocked at his own actions. Then he caught the next one, and the next. With every catch he became more confident, a bit of confusion embedded in his smile. Stiles jumped up and cheered for him.
"Wow, he's really good," Allison beamed.
"Very good" Lydia replied surprised.
"Yeah, he is," Crystal looked to Scott. His reflexes were amazing, too amazing. One might even call them super human.
"Don't worry. Jackson never misses," Lydia boasted as Jackson stepped up to take his shot. Crystal watched using her abilities and the ball slowed down towards the goal. The speed was too much for any human to catch, but cheers erupted as Scott caught it. Lydia jumped up and cheered, as did Allison. Crystal stood looking to Scott in wonder.
"No way," she whispered but clapped along, giving him her support.
Stepping through the door she placed her bag on the side alcove before heading up to her room to get changed for her run. Coming back downstairs she wore navy shorts, a grey tight tank top and a red hoody which she tied around her waist. Her brunette hair was tied up in a high ponytail. Putting her earphones in she clicked shuffle and 'Hey Jude' by The Beatles came on. She headed to her usual spot, which was the Beacon Hills Preserve. It was quiet and peaceful, giving her time to think as she jogged.
Coming to a stop she sighed feeling tranquil. Suddenly, a shiver went through her and chills spread down her spine. She took one of her earphones out and turned around, gasping., there in front of her stood Stiles and Scott looking just as shocked as she did.
"Uh, hi," she said, taking the other earphone out.
"Hi," Stiles replied rubbing the back of his neck. They looked like they were up to no good.
"I was just running." She wanted to mentally kick herself. Of course she was running. Why else would she be here, dressed in athletic wear. She cleared her throat. "You two?" she asked.
"Uh... also training" Stiles answered as Scott looked to his friend with 'are you an idiot' look.
"Really?" Crystal asked with a smile. "In jeans?" Stiles looked to his clothes and then smiled embarrassed, knowing he had been caught.
"We're looking for my inhaler" Scott said. "I lost it last night" Stiles groaned, he was telling her too much. The conversation was becoming more awkward.
"Last night but I thought... wait what were you doing in the woods at night?" she furrowed her eyebrows, trying to come up with a reasonable answer in her head.
"We were um..." Stiles didn't know what to say, he could usually talk his way out of anything. "Drinking, yep. Drinking and smoking," he said as she looked to the both of them and raised her eyebrows.
"Well I'm pretty sure it's not a good idea to smoke if you're asthmatic," she said pointing at Scott.
"Yeah, no it's not," he agreed turning back to Stiles.
"So what were you really doing out here?" she asked. Stiles looked to Scott, if they told her, she would think they were freaks, but it's not like he could think of anything else to say.
"Fine. We were looking for the body," Stiles settled for the truth.
"The body found last night?" she asked puzzled and Stiles nodded.
"Yeah. My Dad is the Sherriff, and I overheard the call on the radio, we thought we would help out and find the other half" Stiles explained shrugging.
"Other half, the body was cut up?" she asked. This was getting weirder by the second.
"Yeah. We were just curious. It's not like a hobby or anything in case you thought that..." but she cut him off.
"Did you find it then?" she asked, suddenly intrigued.
"The inhaler?" Scott questioned confused.
"No, the body," she replied.
"Oh, well I did." Scott said. "It was a woman," he explained. Crystal looked to the ground, feeling sick. "Well the top part," he continued and she nodded, wincing like she was going to throw up.
"You could have left the last part out" Stiles said looking at Crystal worriedly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean..." Scott started when he noticed her expression. Crystal shook her head, cutting him off.
"It's fine, I asked." She breathed deeply, the nausea fading, "I can help you look for your inhaler if you want? Extra pair of eyes can't hurt?" she offered shrugging, Scott nodded.
"Sure, that would be great," he said smiled relieved.
"I'm Crystal by the way," she introduced as they started to look.
"Scott and this is Stiles," he pointed and she smiled.
"I know. Nice job today by the way. I saw you at Lacrosse practice, you have some really good skills," she said and he smiled embarrassed.
"Thanks" he blushed, looking down to the leaves.
"Maybe the killer moved the body," Stiles muttered up ahead.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks" Scott said as he crouched on the ground. Crystal felt another presence, so she looked up only to gasp.
"What is it?" Scott asked and he and Stiles turned, they jumped in surprise too. There in front of them stood an angry looking man glaring heavily. "What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property," the man looked at all of them until his eyes landed on Crystal. He was looking at her with sad eyes, and then with recognition before he looked back to Scott and Stiles.
"Uh, Sorry man, we didn't know" Stiles said running a hand through his buzz cut.
"Yeah we were just looking for my uh... never mind forget it" Scott said narrowing his eyes, but as they turned to leave, the guy pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it to Scott who caught it with his new reflexes; it was his inhaler. The guy turned and walked away, not before glancing back at Crystal. They all turned to leave, this time without an interruption. "Come on I've got to get to work," Scott said.
"Crystal, you ok?" Stiles asked noticing her spaced out look.
"Hmmm, yeah fine" she blinked and turned to them.
"Who was that?" Scott asked.
"Dude, that's Derek Hale. You remember, right. He's only like a few years older than us" Stiles said.
"Remember what?" Scott questioned, tilting his head to resemble a confused puppy.
"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like ten years ago" Stiles explained.
"I wonder what he's doing back?" Scott asked.
"I've got to go. I'll see you guys tomorrow at school," she smiled walking away.
"Do you want a lift?" Stiles pointed toward his jeep.
"My house isn't far from here. Thanks anyways. See ya," she said as they climbed inside his car. She jogged back to her house, going straight for the kitchen. Heating up some leftover lasagne she went upstairs and sat in front of her computer. She searched for Beacon Hills Hale House Fire and a bunch of articles with pictures popped up. Crystal gasped, it was the house from her dreams. The black burnt wooden remains made her feel like she was looking at a graveyard. Reading reports she came to understand that apart from Derek and his older sister Laura, all the other members of the family perished in the fire.
Hearing the front door open and close she stood up with her empty plate and walked downstairs to see her Mom placing a large stack of papers onto the kitchen counter.
"Hey, sweetie," she smiled. Her Mom was a very beautiful woman, a lot of people said so. She had brown eyes, fair skin, and light brown hair that went to her shoulder.
"Same as always," she replied shrugging her shoulders.
"So glad we have such deep conversations," her Mom replied sarcastically. Her Mom looked her age but she didn't act it, she was a fun Mom. "Your Dad called tonight, he said he might be coming home next week so that's good," she said and Crystal nodded.
"Yeah, sounds good," she replied tapping her fingers on the counter.
"Who's Allison?" her Mom asked and Crystal looked up at her puzzled. Her Mom held up Crystal's phone, which showed a text from her.
"New girl from school," her Mom smiled as Crystal checked the message. "She wants to go shopping after school tomorrow."
"That's good. Would you like some extra money to buy a..." but Crystal cut her off.
"Not wearing a dress Mom," she said and her Mom's smiled disappeared.
"Oh but it will look amazing on you," she stated putting her hands together, "Please!" she pleaded trying to do the puppy eyes.
"Fine. I'll look at the dresses but I'm not promising I'll buy one," she relented. Her Mom looked down at the pile of papers and nodded.
"Would you like a glass before you start?" she asked.
"Nope. It's my prize for finishing all of this. Motivates me," she said and Crystal smiled rolling her eyes.
"Alright. Don't work too hard," she scolded as she walked up to her room.
Sitting on her bed, she placed her sketchpad in front of her and began drawing random symbols while humming to 'Love Grows' by Edison Lighthouse. Her thoughts were everywhere at the moment. Memories of the burning house were still fresh in her mind, thinking about it made the scar on her thigh itch. Pushing those images away, she thought of Stiles. His goofy smile, the way he spoke and rambled on, how his eyes gleamed. She groaned, hating her feelings for him. Of course Stiles wouldn't like her, he was infatuated with Lydia Martin, as was every other guy at the school.
It seemed by the text, that Lydia would be joining them. Hopefully not Jackson, Crystal would be alright with Lydia but if Jackson tagged along then maybe she would have to back out, again.
The sun soon disappeared and was replaced by an almost full moon. She felt a tingle go down her spine. She knew in a few days the moon would reach it fulfilment, but it would be all right. Staying in and keeping busy, would ensure a positive outcome. Everything would be just fine, she repeated trying to assure herself.
A/N: First chapter finished. Hope you enjoyed it. Please be gentle when reviewing. Appreciate any advice and tips. Thanks.
Vicky x