Hello everybody! New story time! This is my first time writing for Teen Wolf, so any feedback would be very much appreciated.
This story takes place in between seasons 2 and 3. It will revolve mostly around my OC and Derek, but will have appearances from Peter for sure and perhaps some other characters.
DISCLAIMER: I own my OC. I do not own Teen Wolf!
Enjoy!
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Skye had been running so far and so fast she felt like her lungs were going to explode any second now.
Her legs felt like jelly, her breaths were coming in ragged, panting gasps, but she kept running. She could still hear that thing behind her. She didn't know what it was. At least, she didn't think she knew. Somewhere in the back of her mind something—a feeling or a memory tugged—but she couldn't put her finger on it. Just like everything else since she had woken up in the middle of the woods. She just knew that whatever it was, it wasn't human. That much had been clear when she'd first seen its glowing blue eyes staring at her maliciously, hungrily.
As she weaved through the trees, combat boots pounding the soft earth, she tried again to think, to find the memories that seemed to have disappeared completely from her brain. My name is Skye Smith, she thought. I am 22 years old. I was born in…I was born in…nothing. There was nothing. God, she didn't even know where she had been born. She knew her name, her age, and that was it. She couldn't remember anything else before waking up. She resisted the urge to let out a frustrated cry. Why is this happening? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!
Skye heard a growl rip through the silence behind her and mistakenly whipped her head around. She saw the beast's vibrant eyes and the sandy-colored hair covering its face. Her racing heart climbed into her throat. Keep running! Keep running, Skye! Her eyes struggled to see in the dark, the towering trees only throwing more shadows in her path. The only light came from the full moon floating in the sky. Even then, the trees broke up the silvery light, creating dapples of light on the forest floor.
A loud noise sounded at her left and she cried out in surprise as the monster came crashing through the foliage, swatting her aside as if she were nothing more than a ragdoll. Skye gasped as she landed hard on her back, whatever air she had left rushing out of her lungs, stars dancing in front of her eyes. When her vision cleared, Skye saw the beast looming over her, animalistic teeth cared. She felt her jaw drop in silent horror. Part of her wanted to simply lay there and submit. It didn't really matter if she died now anyway, right? It's not like she remembered the life she would be leaving. But then again, she wanted nothing more to live. She didn't want to die; not like this. Something instinctual, nearly primal, tore at her insides, screaming at her to move.
Tapping into the adrenaline that was pumping through her veins she found the strength to crawl backwards, keeping her eyes locked on the humanoid thing in front of her. It watched her every move, fangs out, claws glinting in the moonlight. When she was several feel away, she quickly flipped around and stumbled to her feet.
But she misjudged how the creature was and how fast it could get to her. one second she was fine, and then she felt its claws rake across her back, tearing her shirt and jacket, ripping through her flesh as if it were paper. Skye screamed and fell on all fours. She could feel blood seeping from the wound, soaking her clothes, the coppery scent filling her nose. She gasped in pain, trying to crawl away, but it yanked her shoulder. She was pushed back against the leaves littering the ground. With one clawed hand holding her down, the other raised up, poised to slash her throat.
Skye was sure she was going to die. She couldn't move, didn't have the energy to. She could see it now—her body mutilated and torn, found in the woods by some hikers, blood coating her skin, nothing more than a Jane Doe. She was scared. Memories or not, she had a gut feeling that if she was gone, she'd be leaving behind people that cared about her. She didn't know whether that meant family or friends or someone more, but whoever it was, she didn't want them to find her ripped apart. The creature above her growled loudly, its hand twitching down towards her neck.
Just as it was about to end her life, a huge figure appeared, looming out of the shadows beside the creature and barreled into it, sending them both flying. Skye looked on in surprise, wiping matted, dark blonde hair from her sweat-sticky forehead. The newcomer stood, clearly a male, seeing as he was far too tall, shoulders too wide to be a woman. Skye couldn't tell much about him, aside from his dark hair. she was about to write him off as normal—or as normal as you can be when you're wandering around in the woods in the middle of the night and decide to body-slam some horror-movie type beast—but then he turned to look at her. Thick facial hair ran along his jaw, heavy brow and eyes that glowed blood red. Everything about him was sharp, from his pointed ears to his claws and razor teeth.
But he didn't attack her like the other, smaller, sandy-colored one. Instead as the other creature began to rise to its feet, the new man (or beast, whatever he was) lunged, claws outstretched. They fought, nothing more than a blur amongst the shadows. As she watched, Skye eased back against a tree, curling in on herself, trying to be as small as possible. The two men exchanged blows, the smaller one that attacked her not getting in nearly as many hits, but managing to slash up the other pretty good. Blood sprayed as claws struck flesh, teeth gnashed together, and Skye could only watch as exhaustion started to seep into her bones. She would have thought this was some horrible nightmare, that she was about to wake up in a warm bed, memories intact, except for the fact that her body ached too much, and her back felt like it was on fire.
Finally, the man who'd helped her struck the other's chest, claws going deep. The beast howled and fell to its knees. The man stood above him in a slight crouch and let loose a roar, the sound ripping from his throat and echoing through the night, piercing Skye's ears. The smaller one sank lower to the ground, cowering. The roar cut off and the creature scampered off, disappearing into the trees.
Now Skye was left with her savior, a man with the same face as the thing that had tried to kill her. But this time when he turned to look at her, he looked normal. His eyes were no longer red, the thick fur on his face now a mere shadow of stubble. His tee was in ribbons, several slashes across his chest and back, but it looked as if the bleeding was already stopping. How was that possible? Then again, a minute ago his eyes had been glowing so quick healing wasn't all that surprising. He approached her slowly and when he reached out a hand, there were no claws. Skye stared at him warily, not wanting to trust him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said as if sensing her thoughts.
Hearing his voice—the deep roughness of an ordinary human—and not a growl, made her relax a little. But still, Skye hesitated. She didn't have any memories—just a wall that was blocking her from her old life—an alarm still rang in her head. There was something very dark and dangerous about the person in front of her. She felt the sudden urge to find something, anything, she could use to strike him down and get the hell out of there. But she was in no condition to fight. Her back hurt, and she could already feel bruises blossoming where the other had struck her.
"You know, if I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead," the man commented, noticing her struggle. "But if you really want, I can leave you out here to bleed to death."
Swallowing her doubts, Skye reluctantly took his outstretched hand, allowing him to help her to her feet.
"Can you stand?" he asked, eyes watching her warily, other hand poised to catch her if she fell.
She nodded, ignoring the twisting, knotted feeling in her stomach. She didn't want to have to rely on him more than she already did. As it turned out, that was a mistake, though, as her head spun and she pitched forward. The last thing she saw before blacking out was her rescuers' strong arms reaching out to break her fall.
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So there's the first chapter! Hope you guys liked it! I know it was kind of short, but there will be some longer chapters soon.
I don't know how long this story will be yet. I'm working on the next chapter now and will try to get it up soon! If it takes longer than a week or so, be patient and know that it is in progress!
Please review! It really means a lot and any constructive criticism you have would be very much appreciated!
Thank you for reading!
-DaughterOfPoseidon333