Full Summary: For the past couple of years, Derek Hale has kept to himself and never opened up to anyone except for his sister, Laura. All the Argent's are still on the hunt for him, except for Kate who had mysteriously disappeared immediately after the Hale house fire. When Laura is murdered, he has no one left, until one day a little girl shows up at his doorstep to turn his isolated, depressing life upside down forever.

Short chapter because it's just a little introduction to the story (: Enjoy. Review and let me know if you want me to continue.

I wasn't sure how long it had been. Probably hours. Maybe days. But I continued to sit at the edge of my lumpy, aged bed and stare at the faded photo in my hand.

I felt nothing inside anymore. No sadness. No tears. Not even any anger.

Indeed, I hated the Argent's and would kill any of them given the chance… But the one that I wanted the most was gone. Kate.

I was only on the hunt for one and it was her. She was the only person, the only thing that sparked any emotion inside of me. If it wasn't for her, my house would still be intact. If it wasn't for her, I would probably doing something good with my life. If it wasn't for her, my uncle wouldn't be in a coma. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be staring down at a picture of my mother, rather I would be looking at her beautiful face in person. If it wasn't for her, my family would be alive.

Though I know that she caused much chaos, most of the blame should be on me. It was me who had fallen into her trap. I found her beauty and charm so irresistible. I cringed as I thought about it. I still remembered everything that happened between us even though everything was a lie. Suddenly my blood began to boil as I pictured her face in my mind – she was my weakness.

I wanted to kill her. However she was gone.

For the last couple of years since the fire, I had continued to search high and low for any clues as to where she was with no success. None of the Argents were any help as I peaked in to listen to their conversations to try and find any information about Kate. But it was as if Kate never existed – they never brought her up at the dinner table or anywhere else and to say it frustrated me was an understatement. I needed to find her. I needed my revenge. But she was gone. Four years she's been gone, yet I wasn't going to stop until I found her.

Suddenly I snapped out of it as I faintly heard twigs and leaves rustling unusually outside. Someone was here. Swiftly, I made my way towards the broken window of my bedroom to find a small, green car pulling in front of the house. Within a couple seconds, I was downstairs peaking out through a window as I watched a short, plump woman in her 40's hesitantly climb out of the car and stare at the house – she too was unfamiliar. She stood there gazing up at the house with a look of fear on her pale face for a few minutes until finally she slowly walk up to the front door and bravely knocked.

"Mr. Hale?" she asked, her voice shaking. I studied her for a moment, contemplating about what my next move should be. "Mr. Hale, are you home?" she knocked again. She didn't appear as if she wanted to kill me, therefore I ruled out the possibility of her being a hunter. I figured she was most likely someone from the state who wanted to complain about something or maybe someone trying to buy the house so they could tear it down. I opened the door quickly, hearing her gasp in surprise.

She stared up at me with wide eyes.

"Can I help you?" I asked harshly. She gulped.

"Are you-" she stuttered. "Are you Derek Hale?" the innocent looking woman asked me.

"Who are you?" I questioned again.

"My name is Elisabeth Nelson," she said.

"And?" I said impatiently.

"You're Derek Hale," she proclaimed with awe in her voice. I stared at her.

"Why are you here?" I asked. She looked at her feet nervously for a second before taking in a deep breath. I waited.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, Mr. Hale," her voice was not threatening which made me keep my cool. "I usually don't do this, but I received a request a couple years ago to find you and –" she paused, looking away nervously again. "I couldn't say no to her." I looked at the woman confused, thinking she was insane. What the hell was she talking about? Somehow she had read the expression on my face and caught on to my befuddlement. "There's somebody that I would like you to meet," she said. Before I could even react, she hustled down the porch steps towards the small, green car and opened the door to the back seat. The woman leaned in the car for a moment as if she were reaching for something and when she pulled back she was carrying something in her arms.

I hadn't realized what exactly she was holding until she was a few steps away from the porch. It was then that I felt something that I hadn't in a long time – surprise.

The woman quickly made her way up the steps then gently placing what she was holding in her arms in front of me. I looked down at the little girl standing before me in her tiny pink peacoat, matching shoes and ribbon in her long, dark ash blonde hair. She stood no taller than 3 feet and craned her neck up at me as I stared down to her somehow familiar green eyes.

"Hi," her high-pitched voiced spoke to me. My eyebrows pulled together as I continued to stare into at her. I had never seen the girl in my life, yet something was frighteningly familiar about her that it frustrated me.

"Mr. Hale?" the woman interrupted my thinking. I looked up at her. "I don't know how to say this," she muttered to herself, glancing away again.

"What the hell is going on?" I pushed, my frustration seeping into my tone. Her body was tense and her eyes were strained as I heard her heartbeat rising.

"Mr. Hale," she began again. "I believe that this is your daughter. Kayleigh."