Hi! So this is my first ever fic! Please be kind!
I have quite the plan for this and this chapter is kinda like a... get to know the main character before the actual Story starts... which is next chapter. You have an idea about Kirby, now it's time to see how she fairs in the world of Teen Wolf.

Prologue...

My name is Kirby William's. I'm sixteen years old and I was born in England, but moved out to Beacon Hills California when I was nine. I've never really been a social person in fact I could barely even talk to anyone. I did have friends however, Stiles was one of my closest friends and Erica was possibly my only 'girlfriend' I suppose. We spoke, we studied and I was probably the only one to help out when she would have an epileptic siezure.

That's all different now. Not long after we started High School again, I was told we had to leave for London, England. I was never told why, but I had my suspicions. So I left. Nothing big or eventful, I couldn't handle any form attention back then. If someone like Lydia Martin would ask me where I got my coat from, I would stutter, blush and then run off. Kirby plus Social situations equals bad things.

Anyway, the reason I went to London was because of an Elite company that genetically alter girls (willing girls) who are chosen at birth to become warriors. My mother was a warrior and I have been told she was killed when on a job. My father is one of the scientists and he isn't the most... paternal of men. He's quite strict with training routines and diet. Of course that wasn't permanent because I was teamed up with three other girls. Everyone gets teamed up into groups and my group? We were pretty awesome. The girls were both my best friends and sisters and in the space of three months, we became so close.

Kathleen Turner was the eldest of twenty four and our leader. She was brutal. Not only was she strong, fast and incredibly smart, she was one of the most respected girls within the program.

Amy-Lee Grimshaw was only twenty two, but you wouldn't think it when you look at her. She had one of those young innocent faces, but she was so smart. I'm talking scary smart. There is never anywhere she would go without her Tablet, phone, visor, headset and minicomputer. Amy was Queen of the hacking and a complete wizard with technology.

Lennox Turner was next, a little closer to my age, and she was eighteen. We both started the treatment together so of course we grew closer to each other compared to the other two. She is technically at the legal age for consent with the program, but we'll get to that later. Lennox was rowdy, loud, full of confidence and just downright content with who she was. After meeting the man she fell for, she tried to quit the program, but it is unfortunate to say that once you agree to join the program and to have the treatment, that's final.

So now we're somewhat up to date. I'm back at Beacon Hills, California after a few months and so much has changed and unfortunately I'm going to get involved. I mean let's face it, when you're someone who hunts the feral supernatural, you are bound to get involved in anything supernatural. Once you say 'Oh hello mystical world!' you never can say goodbye really.

Before the bite...

It was her last day at the school before she had to finish packing and then leave. She was sat at the back of the literature class with Erica, an epileptic teen who was an acquaintance of hers. They sort of stuck together in attempts to stay invisible of the whole school. Sometimes, they could be mistaken to be relatives, what with the same messy blonde hair they used to hide their faces, or what were tied back in a messy bun.

"So h-how long do you think you'll be gone for?" Erica whispered and Kirby shrugged,

"Couple months? Dad seems pretty shook up from whatever it is. I have a feeling a relative has died and they won't tell me," she pouted as she made a few pointers on her essay plan, "I'll e-mail you though." The two shared a smile and returned to work to avoid the death glare from their teacher.

Stiles wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she closed her locker, "So I hear you'll be joining the good ol' brits for a few months?" he asked and she rolled her eyes with a small smile,

"I'm visiting family Stiles." She stated quietly and he smiled and nodded,

"I get that, but who am I going to annoy Harris with? What about Russell?" he pouted as she shrugged his arm off of her, feeling uncomfortable,

"What about Scott? Not only that, you do a good enough job on your own." She winked her voice always just a fraction louder than a whisper. She couldn't help it, she was shy, overly so thus the reason for being invisible. She dressed simply enough so not to stand out: Baggy band Tee, skinny jeans, grey jacket and boots.

"Scott just doesn't get the banter right!" he pouted and she smile,

"Well I'm sure you'll manage on your own." She smiled softly as they made their way down to the parking lot. She watched her dad pull up in front in the silver RAV4. Stiles hugged her tightly, which she weakly responded to, not used to his affections still, before waving and getting into the four by four.

"You won't have long to pack, we're leaving in a few hours." Her dad stated and she nodded slowly.

"Yes daddy."

Present day...

She flopped back into her bed, smelling the cotton fabric and smiling in content, there was nothing like your own bed to finally make you feel at home. It had only been a few months, yet a lot about her has change and she had noticed a change in Stiles when they last video chatted. It was one of those rare moments where the both of them had time and he had to comment about her big personality change. She was no longer quiet and shy in fact she was more of the opposite. The only times she wasn't quiet or shy was when they played video games online. The she was loud, rude and tomboyish.

She had received a text from Stiles that he couldn't come online tonight that something had gone wrong. She understood and she didn't mind, she had to go to the gym tonight anyway. Her dad knocked on the door and poked his head through, his now usual serious face on his features. He looked tired.

"James is outside." He stated and she nodded, pulling herself off her bed and grabbing her bag, walking past, doing everything she could to avoid looking or touching the man.

Once in the car, the blonde grinned in her direction, "Ready to annihilate some bags?" he asked and she chuckled, nodding.

James was a friend whose father owned the gym she visited frequently. Her family in England made a particularly large donation because of her history at the gym she visited there. She knew James from beforehand so her father arranged that the older boy would do some of her driving to and from the gym. It was also another way to escape her father...

The gym, though large, tend to be empty at this time of night and that was how she liked it. She pulled her short blonde hair back in a pony tail as she stared at the punching bag in front. She had been on the running machine, cross trainer and then various pieces of equipment for warm up and testing her strength. She rolled her shoulders before her fist landed on the bag. One after the other, she continued to batter the piece of equipment, like clockwork, until finally the thread count around the centre burst and she jumped back. As she caught her breath saw the mess on the floor and wiped the back of her wrapped hand against her forehead.

"Less time than usual." James commented and she chuckled before rolling her shoulders and picking up the dust pan and brush from him...

Kirby winced, looking away from her father, her free arm gripping onto the chair tightly as he grew closer to her. She gulped nervously, hating the site of needles. Her father cleaned a patch on her arms and she took a deep breath, her eyes clutching close as she felt the pin prick within her arm and then a sort of long drag.

She concentrated on her breathing, thinking about the long run she was doing later, imagining she was on it now. The wind blowing through her hair, the sounds of nature and her feet crunching the leaves on the ground, the view! Everything about going for a run in the woods just emptied her mind and she focused on just her.

"Almost done," her father commented as she was brought back to reality for that split second as the stinging sensation starting to kick in and she bit down on her bottom lip, her brows knotted together as she felt the stinging sensation ran slowly throughout her body as if pins and needles started from her arm to the ends of her fingers and the tips of her toes, "All done, now go lie down." He nudged her away as he cleaned the equipment away.

She felt almost high as she made her way up the stairs, trying to not stumble from the heavy sensation her body was giving her, grateful she was bare foot again. He legs were losing their strength and she could feel them about to buckle as she leaned on the door of her bedroom, steadying her dizzy head. It was working rather quickly compared to other times. By the time her head hit her pillow, the nausea began...

Her eyes flickered open and coming into focus was her father sat on the arm chair in front, reading through the paper. She frowned, a hand moving to her aching head. Hangovers were better than this. Her father pushed his glasses onto his short brown hair, his cold brown eyes turning to her. She pushed herself onto her side bringing some duvet up to hug.

"Two hours. Soon enough you'll be able to push through the infusion." He commented before sitting up, folding his paper and leaning on his knees.

"Can I go on a run now?" she asked her voice louder than a whisper. Her father's brow arched, scrutinising her before he sighed and nodded. Getting up, pushing the chair back and leaving her. The door shutting was the signal to show he was giving her privacy. She shot out of bed, pulled on her trainers and grabbed a pink zip up sweatshirt.

She was sat at that stool away as her father took her blood. Kirby was able to busy her mind with high school today. After all, she was due to head in sort out her locker once more. She didn't need to do much, just put her books in there and personalise it slightly: Mirror, hair brush, stun gun, maybe a mini crossbow and the obvious essentials.

"You are to call me if you get any of the side effects." Her father ordered and she nodded as he disappeared. She had to sigh, her emotionless mask melting away as soon as she was alone. Ever since her mother died three years ago, her father had been cold, distant around her. Now their trip from England has happened, he worked her hard, ensures she is medically and physically fit and if she refuses anything he asks from her, he'll beat her and expect her fight back like in training.

Those few months had felt like years for Kirby. As soon as her father explained they were going to England he warned her...

'As soon as we leave, your training will begin and you will no longer be this person...'

'I'm ready dad, I can't be this girl anymore...'

'Are you sure? We can stay here at least a couple years longer.'

'I can't wait two years and have a potential life ripped away from me, or go now before things happen.'

'I'll make the call. Say good bye to your friends'

He was bitter throughout the whole thing as if this conversation was a burden on him. At the time, Kirby wanted it. He told her she would longer be her and more than anything she wanted that. She knew she was this, shy, distant awkward girl. After all, why try and be something you're not, but now? There were three other girls going through this change with her, they were all different sorts and having to spend lots of time together, she was able to change. Sneak out and experience clubbing! In those few months, they were stuck together and grew close together as a group and as people themselves. It's funny how the treatment does that.

"I'm off to school!" she called as she exited her house, messenger bag on securely before she ran to the end of the lane and into the woods, taking the short cut to the high school. As she entered the woods, her earphones music taking over as she focussed on the run to the high school...

Kirby's blond hair was now short, and layered to just above the shoulders when straight, but she had curled the lot to make it look almost a smoother natural, yet messy look. It helped because when in her face, it was habit to run her hand through it to push it back. She was wearing long white fitted tank top, but a grey loose blazer on, sleeves pushed up past elbows and a belt round the waist. She had high waist black shorts, showing a lot of tanned leg and a pair of ankle combat boots, laces loose and half undone.

She slowed into a jog as she hit the car park. She had to pause as she saw the entrance, smiling slightly in reminiscing her days before a familiar blonde strutted out the doors. Two blonde brows knotted together before her phone vibrated telling her she was late for meeting the principal and she almost shrieked, running forward, across the road, not really noticing the Chevrolet Camero pull up front for the Blonde to get into. Kirby's eyes were on her phone instead as she was texting her father saying she was there. The car began to pull off with speed and Kirby slid her back over the bonnet with grace, as if she had done it many a times. She landed swiftly on the path, spinning round to shout a sorry to the driver and spinning round and pulling her ear plugs.

"I recognise that British voice anywhere!" a voice called out and her grey eyes looked up to see a Stiles standing there with Scott McCall before they widened as she put a smile on her face.

"Stiles." She smiled and ran a hand through her hair as she met them at the bottom of the stairs.

"Are you okay? I mean, he pulled away kinda fast." Scott asked in concern and Kirby looked behind her and shrugged,

"It's cool, no damage done." She smiled and Stiles wrapped an arm around her as they guided her back in.

"So my British pal! When were you going to tell me you were back from the land of tea and crumpets?" Stiles laughed, ignoring the looks of warning from Scott. She was clueless that minutes before she had missed the Alpha drive off with a new beta that was her closest friend. Apart from Stiles... Of course. Who can forget an adderal addict like Stiles?

It had now been a couple days and she was up to date with the drama going on. It probably didn't help that during one of her midnight runs she encountered this lizard like creature, but as soon as she saw it and the way its claws were dripping with a clear liquid, she knew that she needed to collect a sample to determine which shifter this guy was from within the reptile family. She had theories, but overall she was unsure.

"Dude, I've been searching this shit in the books and I'm stumped man! If I have to look through any more stuffy old books, I may stab my eyes out with chopsticks." Her pink headed friend told her, Lennox Harris was her roommate in England and was just plain rowdy. She was now secretly screwing/seeing/marked by the Beta Wolf she was supposed to be hunting down. The rest of the small group of girls disapproved, but the girl seemed happy with her partner.

"I have to agree with Len, even my computer can't help with some unless I get a sample of the venom," Amy-Lee Grimshaw was the book nerd in the group, during the few months, the quiet brunette was able to transfer a lot of creature knowledge into a computer database from all the books she read.

Kirby sighed, her head falling forward, "It's cool guys, I'll have to try and get the venom then, but I have a feeling it may be a paralysing agent, I mean it is most of the time." She pouted and the two faces in front nodded.

"So, how's high school been?" Lennox grinned as she ate Chinese food, her long pink hair pulled back into a rough bun, random wisps framing her face.

"Standard, people think I got plastic surgery or got laid with my sudden change in appearance and attitude, and really? I've just fallen back into my old routine of being some form of invisible except now I've got people whispering behind my back," she explained and slowly nodded, painting her nails black, "It's weird too; I thought I would be able to find Erica, but whenever I mentioned her name in front of Scott or Stiles... I dunno, they seemed to just tense up. They know something and I don't think it's good on Erica's part."

"Dude, she was epileptic right?" Lennox questioned and Kirby's head bobbed before she paused painting her nails and eyed her pink headed friend on screen,

"Y-you don't think she's hurt do you?" she asked and Lennox shrugged,

"Like hell I know! I'm in Brighton," She arched a brow before they furrowed together, "Oh my God! Work today right, the client I go to with the lush house, I was asked to do his leg bag, shit smelt like popcorn." She pouted and both Kirby and Amy-Lee leaned back, groaning in disgust,

"Why the hell do you have to tell us this stuff?" Amy-Lee questioned and Lennox grinned as she ate a piece of shrimp,

"Because if I have to put up with it you guys mere as well have to hear it too." She grinned cheekily, wagging her brows before Kirby sighed shaking her head, giving her nails a final blow to check they were dry.

"You are foul Len." Kirby muttered before pulling her hair back into a loose high bun, her side fringe framing her face.

"Dude, you heading out?" Lennox asked with her dark brows arching,

"I need a run." Kirby pouted, but both girls shook their heads,

"And really, you think it's safe?" Amy-Lee questioned, Lennox's head was bobbing in agreement.

"Dude, it's too dangerous with this lizard freak on the loose especially if you're on your own." Lennox explained and Kirby's head dropped forward,

"So what? I just sit here and wait for you guys to come and back a girl up?" she asked and the recognised the light in both of their eyes, "Guys, I was kidding, you have your own jobs to sort!"

"Pshhaaaar!" Lennox waved her hand, "I'm sure Freddie can stay alive without me there a few weeks." She winked and Amy-Lee nodded,

"Actually Kirby, it would make sense to get the gang together because we worked incredibly well together," she smiled softly and Lennox agreed taking a victory bite from her noodles, grin on her face, "And how quick will we be able to get it done with us as a team?"

"We can all team up on lizard boy and fight him yo!" she brought a knee to her chest in excitement and they noticed a figure in the back ground,

"Hey Freddie!" Kirby waved to the camera,

"Hello Freddie!" Amy-Lee smiled to her screen, her eyes averting back down to her tablet, "I'm just contacting Kathleen, she's actually in Texas right now."

"No shit she's near?" Lennox sat forward, putting her food away before spinning round and going to greet her secret lover. They were kind to take it away from the cameras view.

"Succubus." Amy responded and Kirby's brows shot to her hairline,

"At least it's better than that Incubus we fought in Wales." She responded,

"Oh hell yeah! Dude shat his pants when he realised his powers were useless against us!" Lennox could be heard from the distance and Amy-Lee rolled her eyes whereas Kirby chuckled,

"Hey Freddie, wanna bring our girl back to the conversation please?" she asked and Freddie, with his mousy curly hair, sat on the computer chair, baggy band Tee and ripped jeans. His hoodie was thrown carelessly on Lennox's bed. Lennox sat across his lap and he held her almost bridal style. She snuggled into his hold, their hands clasping, both content in each other's embrace.

Kirby had to smile at the image before busying herself with a different task. She couldn't help, but feel somewhat envious at Lennox, purely because she was smitten with a guy. Something Lennox wanted for a while. No she had never had a crush, and ever since the treatment began, her emotions in that category felt almost non-existent, but she still wanted that.

"Whilst they are here, I won't be so I want you four to be on your best behaviour," he father ordered as she pulled up outside the front of the building. Kirby nodded only looking forward, trying to not look him in the eye. She opened the door and began to pull herself out when he grasped her wrist tightly and pulled her back, she winced trying to not make a noise, it would only show weakness, "Don't just nod, say 'yes daddy'.

"Yes Daddy." She repeated in a strained whisper before he released her wrist and she jumped out, making her way straight into the building, trying to avoid looking back at her father. Her jaw was clenched and tears were slowly filling her eyes, but she held them back. She may be less emotional, but she was still sixteen.

After a quick fix up in the bathroom, she realised she was alone so she leaned on the sink and look at herself. Her short blonde hair was in the messy sleek curls, evident she had been running a hand through her hair. She had a smoky eye make-up that wasn't heavy, but natural looking enough to flatter her eyes. She was wearing a long tank top that fitted her figure with a zebra print on the front. She wore dark thin tights that had various ladders down them and black suede high heels with various straps over the front. She fixed her grey loose cardigan, the giant kind with short sleeves. She had various black, gold and silver bangles on her right arm.

"You are stronger than him," she whispered to herself, "He can't hurt you unless you keep letting him. You are strong, independent and you can fight him." She heard the door open and she pushed away to see a familiar looking blonde.

"Kirby Williams," The blonde nodded as she gave her fellow blonde the once over, "Liking the shorter hair."

"I just like the overall look there," Kirby could almost mirror the girl in front, "Good to see you looking so good Erica."

H'okay! Let me know what you think. I'll be posting the next chapter soon!

Cam-