This chapter is a compilation of the flashbacks in Visionary plus some.

"The only lesson you can learn from history is that it repeats itself."— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom

The young girl came barging into the hallway from the music room with an annoyed look on her face. Derek and his Neanderthals—um, basketball teammates, were goofing around in the hall again as the tall blonde watched, shaking her head. This should be amusing, the blonde thought as she saw the other girl start coming towards them.

"Hey, do you guys mind? I'm trying to practice," the brunette interrupted. Derek and his friends stopped and looked over at her. The brunette shifted, still annoyed.

A cocky smirk spread across Derek's face that reminded the blonde—and only other girl present—of his Uncle Peter. "How do you know we're not trying to practice here too?"

Music Girl didn't back down though. "Yeah, well, see, I was practicing in the music room, and I'm pretty sure basketball practice takes place in the gym."

I like her, the blonde teen decided, she's feisty.

"Well, I'm pretty sure basketball practice takes place where you've got a basketball." The Neanderthals laughed at his quip. Derek than began to dribbled in front of her mockingly, baiting her to try and stop him. "See?" The brunette girl sighed and turned around to try and return to her practice but Derek thwarted her efforts yet again. "Wait. Hold on. Hold on. If you can get the ball from me… maybe, I'll stop."

The brunette gave him a suspicious look as he started to dribble the ball again, this time much slower. "Come on. I'll be easy," he egged her on. The blonde watched with a slightly amused expression, waiting to see what the other girl would do in response to Derek's challenge. Living up to the blonde's expectations, the brunette lunged for the ball but failed to snag it before Derek dodged out of the way. "Oops," he responded, not sounding very apologetic.

The brunette attempted a few more times, though her attempts were futile. Derek easily dodged her swings and maneuvered around her, his werewolf reflexes giving him an unfair advantage against the poor girl. The blonde remained in her spot, leaning against the wall, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at the younger boy. Eventually, the other girl realized that she didn't have a chance and turned around to head back to the music room.

Everyone started to disperse and Derek realized that the brunette had left. "Come on lover boy," he heard one of his friends call out. He glanced over at the blonde that was looking back at him, amused.

"What, Beth?" he asked her, somewhat exasperated. Beth was the kind of person who found amusement in the discomfort of others, so her expression worried him.

She raised her hands in surrender, pushing off the wall to walk up to him, "Nothing."

Derek narrowed his eyes at the older girl, not believing her for a second, "Don't you find it a little odd that as a senior, you're only friend at school, is a sophomore? I mean, why don't you ever bother Laura?"

"What? Are you trying to tell me that you don't enjoy my company, Der? Someone has to protect you from the influence of those cavemen you call friends. And you know Laura and I don't get along. Usually, I would gladly annoy someone for my own amusement but to spend time in her presence would be like punishing myself and I'm not up for that. As for humans… you know how I feel about making friends with my potential dinner. It's just so… cruel. I don't know, that may have been the word I was looking for. Or maybe it was 'wasteful.' That's it! A waste of my time and energy." Derek had to restrain himself from flinching at the nonchalant way she could talk about eating the life force of people.

"I liked her though Der," she continued. "She was feisty. Didn't take your shit. It was a shame you scared her off though. You just had to use your wolf reflexes, didn't you?" Derek shook his head, he already felt a little guilty about the display and now Beth was making him feel worse.

"Yeah," he sighed, "I'm gonna go apologize."

"Good call. I'll see ya after school. I feel like skipping the rest of the day," she said, starting to walk backwards down the hall.

"You mean you feel like seeing Peter. I thought you guys were 'off?'" he asked. The two were an stramge couple to say the least. They had been one of those off and on couples for years but since the Hale and Mecaro families had always been close they always ended up back together somehow.

"That's just it Der. We were off, and now we're back on." She shot him a wink and twirled around to strut out of the school, her wavy blonde hair fanning around her. Derek shook his head at the seventeen-year-old girl. She was something else.

Beth liked to think that without her, Derek and Paige may not have ended up together. She was the one who made Derek feel worse about the hallway incident, thus leading to him apologizing. The blonde also took pleasure in seeing how jealous Peter had gotten about losing time with Derek. It was one thing when Derek was free to hang out whenever Peter had wanted but now that Derek split his time, they were spending less and less time together. Peter would never admit it, but with Beth he didn't have to. She could feel that he missed his nephew, his best friend.

The blonde had just gotten home from spending time with Peter at the Hale house. She lived with her sister Norrie and Norrie's boyfriend, Nick. Beth's parents had passed away years ago and she had been living with Norrie ever since. She had another sister, Miranda, who lived with her husband and three daughters, but the two had never really gotten along. Miranda thought that Beth was too lax with her abilities. Norrie had agreed to an extent but instead of giving frequent lectures to her younger sister, she opted for encouraging her to exhibit a little more self-control.

Beth had her fair share of issues with Miranda as well. While Miranda disliked how Beth relished in being a succubus to an—in her opinion—unhealthy extent, Beth resented Miranda for hiding that part of her. They should be proud of what they were, not hiding in the shadows. Even Miranda's human husband, Eddie Finstock, knew what they were, and Miranda's daughters were going to become succubi one day, yet the oldest Mecaro daughter liked to pretend that she was human. At least that's how Beth saw it.

Miranda had always been the epitome of perfection and control in the Mecaro household. She was the star student, the responsible one, the role model and never had an issue with controlling her hunger. Granted, when their parents were alive, it wasn't much of a competition. It had only been after the death of her parents that Beth had come into her powers, in fact it was because of their deaths that she didn't have to wait until she was eighteen to come into her own.

Tragedy was often a cause for a succubus' early awakening.

Due to her early awakening, Beth had always had a harder time not giving into the darkness that clouded her mind when she fed. So in attempt to keep that darkness at bay, she feed more frequently and in moderate amounts. Norrie was a big help. She helped come up with ways to distract Beth from the hunger.

The blonde succubus walked into the apartment and set her purse on the table by the door. As she did, she saw a note.

Went to Miranda's. Talia held a meeting with all packs in the area tonight about the hunters. She wanted to talk to me about it. See you when I get home.

Norrie

P.S. Don't think I don't know about you skipping school to see Peter.

Beth rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, "Okay, mom."

Looking over at the clock on the cable box, Beth realized it was past midnight. As much as she didn't want to, she knew she should go to sleep. She had school tomorrow and she was sure that Norrie was going to want to talk to her about the hunters in the morning. It was probably a good idea to retire for the night and that was not something she was necessarily against. She was exhausted.

It had been about a week since the big pack meeting. Living up to expectations, Norrie told Beth everything that she had learned about it from Miranda. Apparently the packs and the hunters were on the verge of a war and Beacon Hills was the battle ground. It worried Beth a little.

She didn't care about the possible innocents that could be caught in the crossfire or anything like that. I mean, come on, she ate souls to live. If she wasn't a little cold hearted, then she'd probably be a blubbering mess at least ninety percent of the time.

No, the ones she was worried about were her friends and family. She worried for the Hales, the werewolf pack right at the center of all of it. Peter was her boyfriend and Derek was her best, well only, friend. She worried for her sisters who aided the werewolf pack. Despite their differences, she would never wish to harm to come to Miranda. She worried for Ronnie, Aspyn, Janie, Nick, Deaton and even Eddie, although he was human.

Now they, Norrie, Nick and her, were off to Miranda's to have a family meeting about their involvement. Nick pulled the car into the driveway of the large suburban home. When Beth exited the car, she heard the happy squeals of children playing. As they walked up to the door, the blonde teenager saw her niece playing with the boy next door. She loved seeing Ronnie so happy.

Ronnie was her favorite out of her three nieces. She knew it was pretty bad that she had a favorite but Aspyn and Janie were younger and were usually content with each other's company. It must be nice having a built-in best friend. Ronnie though, she loved her Aunt Beth. Beth was pretty sure she was Ronnie's favorite too.

"Ronnie!" Beth called out to her niece. Ronnie turned around suddenly forgetting her friend.

"Aunt Beth!" she shouted running towards the blonde teen. She slowed for a second seeming to remember her friend, "I'll see you tomorrow Jackson!" He nodded and waved, heading inside his own house as she continued forward. Once she reached her aunt, she jumped up. Beth caught the little girl in her arms and spun her around. Ronnie laughed. Due to the issues Miranda and Beth had with each other, Beth didn't get to see Ronnie as much as she would like.

The two pulled back from their tight embrace and smiled at each other. "I missed you Aunt Beth," Ronnie said quietly, her bright blue eyes meeting a pair identical to her own.

"I missed you too Ronnie," Beth replied sincerely. It was then Beth realized that Nick and Norrie were giving her amused looks. She narrowed her eyes at them as Ronnie led them inside, "What?"

"Nothing," the couple answered together before Nick continued with a smirk, "You're just adorable."

Beth gave him a playful punch on the shoulder while muttering, "Shut up."

The small group was greeted with hugs and warm greetings from Miranda, Eddie and the twins. They all walked over to the dining room table and sat down. Ronnie was about to pull up a chair and join them but her mother stopped her.

"Ronnie, can you please go play with your sisters for a little while? Us adults have to talk about something privately for a moment." The young girl groaned in frustration. Just something else she was 'too young' for.

"Fine," the girl whined, heading to the living room.

"Now to get to business," Miranda started. "Last week Talia held a meeting with the rest of the packs in the area. Deucalion, Kali, and Ennis' packs were in attendance. Apparently, the hunters target Ennis' pack specifically after one of his betas killed one of them. Ennis claims it was an accident but frankly, when it comes to Ennis, he is a bit of a wild card so who knows. Regardless, Ennis wants revenge for the… less than humane treatment of his beta. Deucalion was much more level headed; not wanting to start a war. He wants to try and make peace but… Gerard Argent will never let that happen. Deucalion brought up arranging a peace meeting." She looked around the table, locking eyes with each of her sisters. "Deaton and I spoke with Talia briefly. She will not be there during this 'peace' meeting if there is one. And we doubt that Kali and Ennis' packs will participate directly especially after the loss of Ennis' beta. That means that we will stay out of it unless or until Talia needs our help. Alright?"

For once, Beth agreed with her sister's plan of action. She had no urge to stick her neck out for any of the other packs. Talia and the Hales were the only werewolves she cared about and for now, they were safe and away from the fight. Everyone nodded and their little meeting was adjourned.

Beth hurried out of the dining room and into the living room where her nieces were playing. She plopped down on the rug next to Ronnie and picked up a Barbie doll to play. "So what are we playing?" Beth asked the oldest of the three girls.

Ronnie shrugged, "Nothing really. But these dolls are my friends." She picked up a Ken doll. "This is Jackson, my friend from next door." She picked up another Barbie doll, this one with dark hair. "And this one is me!" Beth smiled and held up her own blonde Barbie.

"Alright. So, who is this one I'm holding?"

"That's Lydia!" Beth narrowed her eyes questioningly.

"I've met Lydia. Doesn't she have red hair?"

Ronnie sighed, "Well, yeah, but I don't have a Barbie with red hair. And Lydia's hair is sometimes called strawberry blonde so she's a blonde Barbie."

Beth laughed at her niece's somewhat detailed description of her friend's hair color. Wondering where she heard that description from, she asked, "Who told you that?"

"Stiles. He sits next to me in class. He's funny." What kind of name is Stiles? Beth thought.

"Oh, okay." They played with the Barbie dolls for the rest of the night until Norrie and Nick were ready to leave. Beth gave Miranda and the twins a hug and waved awkwardly at Eddie. Then she turned to Ronnie and squeezed her tightly.

Ronnie laughed in response, "Can't breathe." Beth laughed and let her go. "Come back soon Aunt Beth. I miss you."

"I miss you too, kid. And I'll try." Norrie and Nick were already out the door and heading to the car when Beth was stopped by Miranda. Norrie realized that her younger sister wasn't following her and turned back towards her sisters, an apprehensive look on her face. There was bound to be an argument if they were by themselves. Beth caught her look and waved her on which Norrie did reluctantly.

"What's up?" Beth asked her older sister casually.

"How have you been?" Miranda's eyes were filled with worry towards her younger sister.

Beth knew what she meant. "The hunger is always there. Norrie's helped distract me from it, so not as bad as it could be. I'll need to feed soon though."

It was almost as though Miranda couldn't help it, but every time Beth brought up feeding, she rolled her eyes. Usually Beth let it go, but now was not one of those times. "What? What Miranda? I have to eat! You know that my hunger is stronger than usual and that I have to feed more frequently than you. But no, you'll just judge me since you have never struggled for control. When was the last time you had to feed, huh? Last month? Two months ago? Three?"

"If you just put a little more effort into it—," Miranda tried.

"No! Stop trying to teach me your bullshit lessons. Deaton, himself, has said that I need to feed more frequently to stay in control. You and Norrie came into your powers naturally, I didn't. My awakening was triggered! My powers are rooted in darkness and because of that I have to fight off that darkness every day of my life to stay in control." Beth didn't let Miranda respond and instead stalked off to the car. It was amazing how her sister could just as easily suck the fun out of an evening as she could suck the life out of a person.

Beth had skipped school again. It was a Monday and she hated Monday's anyway. Currently, she was lounging across the sofa in the Hale house, her back propped against the arm and her legs stretched across Peter's lap as she vented to him about her sister.

Peter always seemed to get it, even though his relationship with his sister Talia was much better off than Beth's relationship with Miranda. It wasn't hard to feel inferior with a sister like Talia. She was the Alpha of the Hale pack; a responsible, intimidating yet graceful Alpha that. That was a lot to live up to.

"Beth, calm down. You always get so worked up about Miranda. Who cares what she says? You've said it yourself, she has no idea what you go through on a daily basis, so ignore her. I think that you… are one of the strongest people I know. What you go through on a daily basis sounds a lot like what werewolves go through on a full moon, trying to keep control. I can't even imagine that."

"Really?" she asked, looking slightly insecure.

"Really."

Their relationship was an odd one. Before they starting dating, they were best friends. The only ones who genuinely seemed to understand each other. Despite the fact that their relationship was very volatile, since they would be 'off' one week and 'on' the next due to stupid arguments and whatnot, they were each other confidants. Peter was never as understanding and caring around someone as he was with Beth and Beth never let her guard down or her insecurities show around anyone but Peter.

"Thanks. You always know how to make me feel better," she said, looking down at her hands curled up in her lap, her blonde hair falling around her face like a curtain.

He smiled at her. A real smile, not a smirk. Another example of how he was different around her; he rarely ever truly smiled. "I'm glad I make you feel better." The two were silent for a few seconds before Beth started to laugh lightly. Peter couldn't help it and joined in.

"You are so cheesy," she managed between laughs. Peter rolled his eyes playfully and poked her in the side where he knew she was ticklish. She jumped and flinched away, still laughing.

"You just have to ruin everything, huh?" Peter joked with her and she nodded through her laughter. He shook his head, and leaned towards her. She sobered up and leaned up to meet his lips for a small kiss.

"I'm sorry," Beth whispered as she pulled back, the faces still close.

"Hmm, I'm not quite convinced yet," he teased. Beth closed the gap between them yet again. This kiss was deeper and more passionate than the last. Her hand came up to cradle his face, keeping their lips connected. Peter pulled back reluctantly.

"Your skipping the whole day, right?" he asked, a smirk gracing his features. Beth bit her bottom lip, smiling slightly at the insinuation and nodded her head.

Peter smiled at her response. He shifted her legs off of her lap and laid her down on the sofa before kissing her again.

The next day, Peter decided to visit Derek at school. Derek's friends had just gotten up from their seats at the table when Peter sat down across from his nephew. Derek was staring over at Paige who was diligently studying at a table not far away.

"Why does she eat alone?" Peter asked, causing Derek's gaze to shift towards him.

Derek looked at his uncle in slight confusion, "What are you doing here?" Derek knew that Peter was more like an older brother than an uncle. There wasn't a very large age gap between the two of them and he pretty much told Peter everything. However, Derek always got a little worried when Peter would pop up at school in the middle of the day. Didn't he have other things to do?

"I'm looking out for my favorite nephew, making sure no one has a crossbow aimed at your throat," the older of the two replied snidely.

"I could get you banned from school grounds. You know that, right?" Derek, himself, wasn't even sure if he was being serious by saying that, or if he was joking. Peter was his friend and his uncle, but it was a little weird for him to just show up.

"No one would ban me from anywhere. I'm too good-looking." Just as he said that, Beth came up to them with her tray.

"I'll second that statement," she added, shooting her boyfriend a smirk. Derek rolled his eyes at the two. He still wasn't sure how there was room for both of their egos in their relationship.

Peter glanced over to Paige and Beth followed his gaze. "Doesn't she have any friends?" he asked.

Derek shrugged, "A few, but she likes to study during lunch, and I kind of, just, don't think she likes my friends." Peter grabbed the Reese's cups off of Derek's tray and started to open them.

"No one should like your friends. They're a bunch of hormonal half-wits."

Beth nodded in agreement as she finished chewing on her French fry. "I totally agree. They're Neanderthals." Peter chuckled at her dislike of Derek's friends before getting back to the subject of Paige.

"But, her… she's perfect for you. And perfect combinations are rare in an imperfect world," he continued, handing the second peanut butter cup to Beth and winking at her. Derek grabbed his backpack and stood up but stopped at Peter's next words. "It would worry me too, though. I'd probably be thinking about it all the time."

"Thinking about what?" Derek wondered, looking over at Paige.

"Her finding out."

Beth was curious as to where this conversation was heading. She knew that Peter was a little jealous of Paige taking up all of Derek's time but she also knew he would never want to hurt Derek. So, it confused her, how he was acting.

"You've thought that through, right? You know it always happens. One minute, you're in a blissful teen romance, and next, she sees fangs, glowing eyes, claws." It was almost as if Peter was baiting a reaction out of Derek. There was even a slight hint of a threat in his tone, as if he would expose Derek's secret to Paige. Beth figured she was imagining it because if he were to do that, the rest of the Hales could end up in danger as well.

"She doesn't have to find out." Beth could sense Derek's desperation, even if it didn't come across in his tone. It was a little naïve to think that Paige wouldn't find out and she hated the thought that Derek may have to hide that aspect of himself in order to have a relationship with Paige.

Peter wasn't letting up though. "But they always do… especially when they're perfect for you. There's really only one way to make sure you'll always be together." Beth knew what he was going to say. She knew that Derek wasn't going to be all for it but she wasn't necessarily against it. She didn't care for humans but she did think that Paige and Derek were good for each other. If Paige was a werewolf, then Beth would be even more supportive towards the young couple. The three all looked towards Paige as Peter finished his thought, "Turn her."

Beth sat at the dining room table doing homework. Just as she was finishing, Norrie came home from work and sat next to her. Beth looked up expectantly at her sister, "Yes?"

"Miranda told me that Deucalion is going to speak with Gerard and the other hunters tonight with his pack, despite her, Deaton and Talia disagreeing with his methods."

"He's gonna get killed. The hunters are crazy. They wouldn't know the difference between a docile, domestic dog and a rabid wolf if it bit them in the ass. Deucalion is too much of a pacifist to consider that Gerard isn't the sanest person to try and be civil with."

"I agree," Norrie said. "That's why I want you to stay in tonight. We all are." Beth nodded, not about to argue when the lives of her and her family were one the line.

A couple hours passed and now Beth, Nick and Norrie were sprawled across the living room furniture watching a movie. It was just getting to the good part when a loud knock echoed through the apartment.

"Of course, right when it was getting good," Beth whispered as she got up to answer the door. Looking through the peep hole, she was shocked to find a very distressed looking Peter. She quickly opened the door and walked into the hallway to talk to him. "What's wrong? What happened?"

He couldn't meet her eyes, "I ruined it."

"Ruined what?" He still wouldn't meet her gaze. She reached for his hands and she realized they were covered in a black substance. "Peter, what's on your hands?"

"Blood. Paige's blood." Suddenly it all made sense but I let him elaborate. "I volunteered Ennis to turn Paige since he had just lost a member of his pack, but the bite didn't take. Paige was dying and so Derek took her to the root cellar and tried to help her but it was too late. He killed her to end her pain and I just finished burying her." There was a part of Beth that questioned the vague explanation. Everyone knew Ennis was a loose cannon so why did Peter choose him? If the packs left, Paige would've had to leave to and Derek would be alone. They should've talked to Talia about it before doing anything. A part of Beth, did want to blame Peter for what Derek had to go through tonight. Derek was her friend and he had just watched his first love die in his arms. But, another part of her gave into the lost werewolf in front of her because there was nothing in the world that could make her turn her back on him.

Peter had left the room after telling the story from his perspective, leaving Ronnie, Stiles and Cora in the main part of the loft. Stiles and Cora sat on the stairs while Ronnie stood not far away. The three teens were silent until Cora spoke.

"What? What's this… what's this look on your face?"

Stiles looked at her confused, "What look?" Ronnie was a little confused as well. She had no idea what 'look' Cora was talking about.

Cora rolled her eyes, "The kind of look that makes me want to punch you." Stiles looked taken aback by the blunt threat of violence while Ronnie struggled to hide a laugh.

"Oh, my God. You are so Derek's sister. I forgot."

"Well, what is with the look?"

Stiles sighed, "I just don't believe him." Cora gave him a look, prompting him to continue. "All right, in Ms. Blake's class, we're reading Heart of Darkness, and it's in first person, right? Narrated by Marlow. The thing is that he's… he's an unreliable narrator. You know the details of it have changed, you know, just because of his perspective."

Cora processed what Stiles was saying, "Well then we heard the story from Peter's perspective."

"Right," Stiles agreed, "And I don't think we got the whole story."

Ronnie decided to voice her opinion, "I agree. He was definitely leaving pieces out. Every once in a while he would pause, not matter how briefly, as if he were editing what he was about to say."

Cora looked between the two other teens. "So, what, are… Are you just gonna ask Derek about the girl he fell in love with and then killed?"

Stiles looked over at the werewolf and nodded, "If I have to… Yeah."

AUTHOR'S NOTE – PLEASE READ (Especially the End)

Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it took so long to update. Last semester kicked my ass and I was busy literally all the time between school, work and my sorority that I had no free time. I'll admit I slack when I started break and that whenever I was off of work I spent most of my time reading fanfics instead of writing like I should have been. But my inspiration was revamped with Teen Wolfs return on Monday so I decided to write.

This chapter is shorter than my last few have been but I plan for them to be longer from here on out. Also, sorry if it's not the best. Took me a while to get hang of writing again (you know, something that wasn't a research paper).

Beth is a new OC of mine who will pop up later in the story again.

Just to clear up any possible confusion, pretty much the whole chapter was the combined flashbacks from the episode Visionary plus some original stuff. I wanted to show kind of what was going on without an alteration from Peter or Gerard, even though a lot of stuff with the packs wasn't shown because it centered around Beth.

Peter still told his side of the story like in the show, EXACTLY how he did in the show. And Ronnie doesn't remember Beth, which I will get to later, but Peter didn't mention his one-time girlfriend because he was more focused on making himself not look as bad in the story he did tell. Beth would've been a kind of unnecessary element to the story since Stiles was wondering more about Derek. If he would've mentioned anything, he would've just said a family friend or Beth or something like that didn't display any specific relation to Ronnie. Plus, I don't see him as the kind of guy to talk about his old girlfriend to Ronnie, Cora and Stiles.

There will be more flashbacks throughout this book that focus on Aunt Beth and her little story arc as well as Peter and Derek interacting with Ronnie since their families were close. Ronnie and Cora would've met too (but only a few times) but they don't remember each other. Cora because of stress in life and forgetfulness over time and Ronnie for other reasons which will be elaborated on.

Hope that clears any confusion up. If there are any more questions, feel review or PM me and I'll try and answer them.

And thanks for sticking with me everyone! I really appreciate it.

P.S. If anyone reads my Hunger Games fics, I hope to edit and start back up on them soon. Expect the original/first story to be edited before the sequel is updates because I wrote them when I was like 15 or 16 and I'm 19 now and my writing has improved since then.