Disclaimer: Teen Wolf does not belong to me in any shape or form – so here we are... THE SEQUEL – and it's no thanks to all you awesome followers/favourites/reviewers because they mean so much and help me keep writing – anyway, enough of me blabbering on, here is the full summary and the very first chapter of the new story 'Deadly Intentions' – hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Fighting a crazy alpha werewolf. Check. Battling a ferocious killer lizard. Double check. Dealing with normal teenage dramas. Triple check. And how did that popular phrase go? Onwards and upwards? Yeah... maybe not so much. Things in Beacon Hills are changing for everyone and as the scream of a banshee rings around the town, death is never far away. Lydia has to deal with new powers from 'the other side', never able to escape the dead, Isaac faces the betrayal of someone he once held dear which could either crush him or make him all the more stronger, Derek relives the guilt of a secret he has kept for years, Allison learns what it truly means to be an Argent, Scott accepts the full responsibility of his 'pack' but will the pressure be too much? And as for Kayla and Stiles, well... the future was always unknown and unpredictable, all the more so for a bunch of teenagers fighting supernatural forces at every turn. Relationships are put to the test when old flames return, secrets resurface and deception occurs every other week, but add in death predictions and addictions well... things were about to take a turn for the worse... for all.

Blank. Blank space. Blank thought process. Blank memories. Blank everything. Her ears were ringing, head thumping as she found herself stumbling through burnt out wreckage, tripping over smouldering wood piles and through uneven ground, the world around her spinning in and out of focus.

What the hell happened? This place, whatever it was, looked like an atomic bomb had gone off in it, or better yet, like ten atomic bombs even. Why was she here? Why would she need to be there? And most importantly where the hell was 'here'?

"Ow" She muttered, raising a hand to her forehead, wincing as she pressed her palm against her temple and when she pulled back she saw blood coating her hand, "What the hell...?" And she really, truly and utterly meant that.

She stumbled over a wooden beam, falling against a chain link fence as she blinked rapidly to clear her blurry eyesight, still holding a hand to her head. She was confused and worried, heart hammering in her chest as she stared around her at the burnt out wreckage, straining herself to remember... to remember anything.

And yes, maybe she was a little scared... and when she said a 'little' she actually meant a lot, like a lot a lot, her skin breaking out in a nervous sweat. She didn't recognise where she was, no sense of familiarity at all, it was like she was stuck on an alien planet because this place? It wasn't her home, at least it didn't feel like home... so where exactly was 'home'?

"Kayla, kid... you okay?" And she looked up in shock, furrowing her eyebrows at the male voice coming from behind her, pressing herself back against the fence like it was some sort of protection, "Whatever you did back there... well done" He praised and she gulped loudly, fingers curling around the metal of the fence as the strange man got closer, dragging a dark haired man with him.

"W-What... I mean... who are-who-" And she found her voice trailing off, limbs shaking with nervousness and anxiety as, for whatever reason, she had this feeling... this feeling that this man was dangerous.

"Help me with Derek?" And she tore her eyes away from this strangers' blue ones, looking down fearfully to the barely conscious man getting dragged by the dangerous stranger – he had jet black hair sticking up in tufts, pale green eyes, a strong jaw line and wearing all black clothes, his skin pale and covered in black smudges assumingly from the explosion.

And why did this dangerous stranger seem to know her? Why did he think he knew that other strange man, Derek was it? Did they actually know each other?

"Kayla, snap out of it" He demanded in a hard voice, huffing and puffing as he practically dropped the dark haired stranger – no sorry, 'Derek' – to the concrete ground, placing his hands on his knees to steady his breathing, "Get your act together kid" And how the hell could she?

"I don't-I don't know who you-" And her weak and terrified voice was cut off by brakes screeching against the tarmac and she looked up, straining her eyes to see a baby blue Jeep halt to a stop, the tires practically burning as three teenagers jumped out, all in various degrees of shock.

One had long strawberry blonde hair, an oval face and large puckered lips wearing a short floral dress accompanied by three inch heels, the other had curly dirty blonde hair and well defined features, wearing casual jeans and a white tee and the other, the driver of the Jeep, had brown hair sticking up in every which way like he had just rolled out of bed, his fair skin littered with cute little moles, his large brown eyes full of worry and fear.

"What the hell happened?" He demanded, the one with funny brown hair and moles did, racing over the other two not far behind him, "Are you guys okay?" He quickly spared a glance over to Derek and the dangerous stranger before his eyes settled on her, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back, "Are you okay?" And she was shocked at the level of concern and care in his voice.

"Uh... I don't-"

"Does it look like we're okay?" The dangerous stranger asked, interrupting her, rolling his blue eyes like they all annoyed him, "A warehouse just exploded around us, of course we're not okay" And the level of snark in his voice was astonishing, "God, what do they teach you kids in school these days?"

She just blinked slowly, shaking her head as she watched the curly haired guy glance over at her, his clear blue eyes meeting hers before he gave a small smile and a nod before dropping to his knees to that Derek guy, gently trying to rouse him.

Okay... so he knew her too.

The strawberry blonde girl came to her other side quickly, heels clicking across the tarmac as she suddenly threw her slender arms around her neck, squeezing the life out of her.

So apparently she knew her too... what in god's name was going on?

"I was so worried" And the girl sounded upset, her voice cracking, "It was like-like I felt it happen... felt you all d-die" And she stuttered over the last word, her arms tightening around her neck, "I was so scared Kayla" She added, pulling back, her cheeks blotchy with tears.

"Who's Kayla?" She asked in a meek voice, raising her eyebrows as she felt her body shake, fear taking hold – if anyone could give her answers it was these strange people.

"Don't joke Kayla, it's not funny" The strawberry hair girl chastised her, slapping her arm lightly before pulling back, "You almost gave me a heart attack, I should slap you for that"

"Lydia, wait-" The brown haired guy started to say cautiously, his eyes going wide with daunting realisation but that petite girl seemed to be stubborn, very stubborn indeed.

"No" She interrupted, shaking her head, "I don't just get to feel one of my best friend's die and then be okay, what is it with Hales and loving drama?" And she felt her fists clenching, survival instinct kicking in – what if these bunch of strangers was the reason she was like this? Scared, in pain, and feeling so alone like she was trapped inside an empty mind, it was nerve shatteringly terrifying.

"Lydia, cool down" The brown haired guy said, stepping inbetween the two, "We get it okay? You were worried but you weren't the only one" And she felt her body tense, the strange voices making her nervous as she pressed her back against the fence as the brown haired guy turned around and looked down at her, his sparkling brown eyes full of worry and concern and dare she say it... love?

"Kaylz... how you feeling?" He asked quietly as the strawberry blonde – Lydia was it? - let out a loud huff, crossing her arms but she seemed to be relieved if not a little pissed off, "You hurt?" And she glanced up, meeting his anxious stare, feeling her heart about to explode from her chest as his hand came toward her, like he was either going to grab her or comfort her and that was when she lost it.

She had no frigging clue what was going on, she had no idea who these strangers were, she felt like she had just been near a bomb as it detonated (which judging by the burnt out sparky wreckage she probably was) and to top it off like the cherry on top she had no fucking clue who she was... even her name was a blank.

Before his hand could land on her arm she let her survival instincts kick in as she sucker punched the strange guy right on the nose, hard, making him stumble back a few steps in shock, a hand coming to rest over his nose.

"Kaylz, what the hell?" He asked in stunned surprise and why an earth did he keep calling her that? 'Kaylz' wasn't even a frigging name for crying out loud as everyone else, the dangerous stranger, the curly haired guy, the petite strawberry blonde, even the barely conscious Derek guy glanced up in shock, their conversation stumbling to a close.

"Don't 'what the hell me'" She screamed suddenly, gaining her voice back as the panic finally took over, her eyes going wide with fear and worry, "Who the fuck are you?" She shouted, balling her fists at her sides as she pointed to the brown haired guy, "Or you, or you... who the hell are any of you?" And the silence that followed was deafening.

"Kayla, very funny, gold medal for acting but enough's enough" And she looked over to the broad shouldered, blue eyed dangerous stranger with raised eyebrows, "Now, are we going to discuss how the hell you did what you did back there?" And why wasn't anyone taking her seriously?

"Peter, I don't think she's acting" The curly haired guy spoke up nervously and yes, thank you, someone who finally believed her.

"Kayla, surely you can remember us, c'mon baby-" The brown haired stranger muttered in a pained voice but no way, this was too much, it was all too much – how did they expect her to trust them when she couldn't even remember trusting them? She side-stepped his grasp, her eyes full of mistrust and wariness, her skin crawling with unease.

"Don't" She said in a hard voice, pointing a finger at each of them in turn, "Don't you dare" She warned, her previously terrified weak voice now full of malice and irritation, "I don't trust you, any of you" And she saw their faces fall, their eyes now full of concern.

"Kayla-"

"Stop calling me that" She screamed wildly, taking a few more steps backwards, panic welling up in her chest constricting her breathing, "I don't know who you are... I don't know who I am" She muttered in a broken voice, stumbling back another couple of steps, "I don't get what the hell is going on and... and... and..." Her eyes started filling up with tears, fear running through her veins because it was like her whole identity was stripped and she had no clue what to do, like she was dumped in a strange country where they spoke a different language and was expected to live there with no guidance or help and it was a terrifying feeling.

Her ears picked up the sound of sirens, presumably fire engines and all of the police station judging by how the warehouse was just a pile of smouldering remains, smoke billowing up into the dark sky and she panicked – how could she explain what had happened? How could she say who she was with absolutely no idea on how to answer that question? They would poke and prod at her, institutionalise her for being a freak and having a memory like a blank slate and the fight or fly response kicked in.

She was scared, terrified, fearful of these strangers standing in front of her, at what they could do to her, yet she was also stricken over the fact that the authority would be here in less than a minute and she would have to face them, face herself and her problems and she felt trapped between a rock and a hard place, unable to escape.

So she just threw them a warning look like 'stay the hell away from me' – even if she didn't know who 'me' was – and turned on her heel and ran, ignoring their concerned shouts from behind her.

Okay so maybe running was a stupid idea.

She hated the idea of running, no idea why, maybe her normal memory-full self didn't like it but either way she regretted it as she found herself in the middle of a wood with no idea where the hell she was.

She took in a deep breath, wiping at her forehead as she leant against a tree for support, gulping noisily to try and calm down her racing heart.

It was a weird feeling, not knowing who she was... not knowing anything. Kind of refreshing at the same time, like she could start over and no one would know of all her past mistakes (she felt like she made a hell of a lot) and she wouldn't get bogged down by it but at the same time she wanted to know, no, she needed to know.

She knew who the president was, Obama, who if she was old enough to vote for she would've voted for, She knew the sky was blue and clouds were white, she knew how to drive a car, she knew that one plus one was two so how could she know all of that but not know anything personal? It was like anything and everything linked to herself was wiped clean and it was... scary, for lack of a better word.

"Jesus christ..." She muttered, shaking her head slowly as she allowed her legs to give way, sitting sprawled out on the forest floor, pressing her clammy forehead against the cool bark of the tree.

"Ah Kayla, I've been looking for you everywhere" A deep voice greeted and she jolted violently, head whipping around to see a tall-ish guy with blonde hair and bright blue eyes stalk forward toward her, "You had me worried" And who the hell was he now?

"Who the fuck are you?" She demanded, pulling herself to her feet, standing with her back against the tree as she clenched her fists, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"You don't remember?" And she was sure his expressionless face turned into a smirk, his blue eyes gleaming, "Well... that's certainly interesting"

"I mean it, who the fuck are you?" She asked in a hard voice, her posture rigid.

The strange guy's face suddenly turned into a bright, one hundred watt smile, "I'm Brian" He held out his hand for her to shake but she just glanced down at it dubiously, "Your... friend" And she stared at him, hard, like she was trying to see if he was lying.

"I don't know about that" She muttered to herself, keeping her defences up, "You could say anything and just hope I believe you"

"But I'm not" He shook his head, plastering a gentle look over his face and Kayla didn't know if he was being serious or not, "You know those people you met back there?" He jutted his head behind him, "They're the ones you should be wary of"

"Why?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows, wondering if her feelings of cautiousness and fear were right about those strangers, "Who are they?"

"Not good people" He shook his head, taking another couple of steps forward when he saw her loosen up a bit, "They've hurt people... a lot of people" And she furrowed her eyebrows, biting her lip.

"And how do you know that?" And she watched as his blue eyes got angry, like uber angry, before they lost the fire in them and looked at her with sadness, grief clearly showing on his features.

"They hurt my family" And she felt her eyes widening at the implications behind 'hurt', "And that man, the older one?" And she nodded, posture relaxing because she did get a bad feeling from him, "He tried to kill me"

"W-Why?" She asked curiously, "Why would they-"

"Because they're bad people" This Brian guy emphasised with wide clear blue eyes, "They're deluded, they stick together and appear harmless but underneath that... well..." He just shook his head, chuckling ironically, "How open minded are you?"

"Very... have to be if I'm like this" She replied, shrugging, "Why, what do you know?"

"A lot" Brian gave her a serious look, "I could tell you but I think we should get you to a hospital, if this memory loss is permanent then-"

"No" She interrupted, shaking her head and taking a couple of steps closer to him, "Tell me... please" She said softly, "I feel like... like those two older guys are bad news, like they're deceiving and... and I'm scared" She admitted, "If you know stuff... tell me"

"You sure?" He asked, smiling lightly, "It's a lot to take in"

"I'm sure" She answered defiantly, nodding her head, "Who are they?" And Brian smiled slyly, like everything was working out in his favour as he just took a hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers making her raise his eyebrows.

"The better word would be 'what' not 'who'" And okay... she was intrigued, very intrigued indeed.

A/N) WELCOME, this is just the opening chapter to set the rest of the story up – and uh oh... what game is Brian playing? He will play a big part in the next few chapters and into the start of season three as we finally get some insight into his plans and what he's been doing since Peter 'killed' him.

So I hope you enjoyed and please please review, they mean so much and keeps the update coming every couple/few days, see ya next time :)