[02] Chapter Two

A Naked Strawberry Blonde

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"Naked, as if nude?"

"I'm pretty sure they mean the same thing, but, yes, as far as we know, she left here clothing - optional." Melissa answered.

Clara walked in between Melissa and the Sheriff while Mr. Martin was on Melissa's other side. Sheriff Stilinski, along with his deputy, arrived to question the disappearance of Lydia and to find out what the hell happened.

The four stopped walking as the Sheriff asked Melissa again, "All right, you checked the whole hospital, right?"

"Every last corner." Melissa nodded.

"Nothing suspicious?"

"Nothing. She just took off."

"All right, let's get an APB out on a 16 - year - old redhead." Sheriff Stilinski commanded to his deputy before he walked off, "Any other descriptors?"

That's when Stiles popped his head into the conversation, "5'3", green eyes, fair - skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde."

"Is that right?" Sheriff narrowed his eyes at his son before roughly grabbing his neck and pulling him forward, away from the group. Clara was quick to follow, standing next to Stiles.

"What the hell are you still doing here?" He asked.

"Uh, providing moral support." Stiles hesitantly answered.

"How 'bout you provide your ass back home, where you should be." The Sheriff stated, sounding more like a demand than a request.

Stiles nodded, puckering his lips, "I can do that too."

Sheriff Stilinski then shifted his eyes to Clara, "Please take him home."

"Yes, sir." She nodded before the Sheriff released Stiles and walked away. Once he was out of sight, Clara turned to Stiles, "We're not going home, are we?"

"Nope."

"We're going to look for Lydia, aren't we?"

"Oh yeah."

Stiles and Clara walked side-by-side in the parking lot, heading towards Stiles' blue jeep. Scott was in the passenger's seat, waiting for his two friends to get into the car. Stiles hopped into the driver's seat, with Lydia's hospital gown, while Clara slid into the back.

"This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott asked as he held the gown in his hand but he stopped once he noticed the worried expression vividly plastered onto Stiles' face, "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again."

"All right." Stiles rolled his eyes, "Just shove the thing in your face and let's find her."

Scott sniffed the gown before offering it to Clara. Clara shook her head, already being able to get a scent. But as Stiles' jeep pulled out, a figure blocked his path. Allison. Allison gave Stiles a look before running over to Scott's side.

"What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." Scott questioned her, hastily looking around.

Clara hasn't exactly spoken or seen Allison since the whole Alpha thing. Honestly, Clara didn't - couldn't - look at Allison the same anymore ever since she saw her shooting arrows with Kate by her side.

"I don't care - she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do." Allison stubbornly exclaimed.

"I can find her before the cops do." Scott argued back.

"How about before my father does?"

Stiles' eyes widened, "He knows?"

"Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs." Allison explained as Clara groaned, feeling as though finding Lydia was going to be the hardest thing to do tonight.

"Search party?"

"More like a hunting party."

"Get in!"

Allison gets into the backseat and sits next to Clara. She smiles but all Clara does is nod back uncomfortably. Stiles starts the jeep and drove out of the hospital parking lot but was quick to question Allison, "If she's turning, would they actually kill her?"

Allison shrugged, "I don't know. They won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here."

"What others?"

"I don't know, they won't tell me that yet."

Stiles glanced at Allison through the review mirror, "Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on. Scott, Clara, are we going the right way?"

Scott had his head sticking out of the window, sniffing around but before he could answer, Clara did, "Take the next right."

Scott reeled his head back into the car, looking at Clara in confusion. She rose her eyebrows at him, "What? I don't have to stick my head out of a window like a dog to find a person."

He didn't respond, just rolling his eyes and slumping back into his seat.

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The four teenagers walked closer to the Hale house, finding the moonlight hitting it was making it only creepier. According to Scott and Clara, Lydia's scent led them directly to the burned house in the middle of the preserve. Clara felt almost sick being here; at the place where the Hale family was killed, Peter was killed and also Kate. It was like a burial place.

"She came here? You sure?"

"Yeah, this is where the scent leads." Scott answered.

Stiles took another look at the house before turning back over to the three, "Alright, but has Lydia ever been here?"

"Not with me."

Clara shook her head and crossed her arms, "Not with me either."

As they all continued to walk slowly towards the house, Clara caught up with Stiles and walked next to him. She felt awkward and weird standing next to Allison. From her werewolf hearing, she heard Scott and Allison talking about Alphas and packs. But a sense of trust and loyalty that Clara had for Allison washed away days ago and now it felt as if she couldn't trust her anymore.

As all of them stopped in front of the house, Stiles looked around the ground covered by fallen leaves. "Whoa, hey, look at this. You see this? I think it's a tripwire."

Allison walked off to see what Stiles was talking about while Scott and Clara stayed still. But suddenly, something wrapped around each of their feet and lifted them upward, both werewolves hanging by one of their foot.

"Stiles..."

"Yeah, buddy."

Allison and Stiles turned around to see their two friends hanging from a wire; the wire that Stiles tripped.

"Next time you see a trip wire, don't trip!" Clara exclaimed to Stiles, obviously not happy that she was hanging from a damn wire in the middle of the woods, feeling the blood rush to her head already.

Stiles raised his thumb, "Noted."

They began walking forward to help Scott and Clara get down until Scott stopped them, "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Someone's coming. Hide." But Stiles and Allison just stood there, awkwardly, "Go!"

Finally, the two ran down the hill and most likely hide behind a large tree. Gradually, a couple of figures walked up the hill and towards the two hanging werewolves. It was Chris Argent and his little groupies. Clara was getting sick on them showing up.

Chris sighed in irritation before crunching down on his knees, "Scott. Clara."

"Mr. Argent." Scott greeted him.

"Sup."

"How are you both?" Chris asked although he didn't really care.

"Good. You know, just hangin' out. Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting."

"What are you two doing here?" Chris asked, not beating around the bush what so ever.

Clara glanced around with uneasiness, "Looking for our friend."

"Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique?" Mr. Argent hissed at them, "Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"

"Actually, clique sounds about right to me." Scott growled slightly, already growing annoyed with the hunter.

"I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself - one, I can handle. Not two."

Clara rolled her eyes, finding herself getting bored by this conversation.

"Scott, Clara, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?" Chris abruptly asked.

"Is that even relevant the conversation?" Clara questioned him, her voice laced with her boredom and fatigue.

Chris ignored her, "A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that. Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary."

With that, Chris and his little hunter groupies left, leaving Scott and Clara still hanging. Once the hunters were out of sight, Allison and Stiles came out of their hiding spot behind a tree and walked towards the werewolves.

"You guys okay?"

"It's just another life - threatening conversation with your dad." Scott answered calmly.

"Stiles, help me with this." Allison said as her and stiles rushed over to the trip wire, trying to figure out how to let Scott and Clara down.

But it was no problem since Clara was quick to let her claws out and swiftly cut through both wires. Scott and Clara landed right on their feet while Allison and Stiles turned to them, surprised, "Thanks but I got it." Clara smirked.

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Being back at school felt more than odd for Clara. She hasn't been inside let alone seen the school since the formal and it felt weird. To be in the place where Peter Hale bit Lydia. Technically that was the lacrosse field but it was still on school grounds. Her straight hair was accessorize by a hair band along with her usual black leather jacket, a black tank top and dark blue jeans. If Clara was going to go back to school since the whole formal incident, she was going as if she was a beauty bombshell.

"She ate the liver?"

"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing. And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."

Clara's face scrunched up in disgust as she looked at Stiles oddly, "I never ate someone's liver."

"Neither did I." Scott added.

"Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self - control. Actually, wait - hold on." Stiles said as they stopped walking, Scott and Clara standing in front of him, "You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."

"What do you mean? And why can't Clara ever be the test subject!"

"Because unlike you Scotty, I don't have the urge to rip people apart. Well, except Greenburg and Jackson but that's different." Clara defended herself. Jackson was just Jackson, an epic douche whom she wanted to punch. The reason Greenburg was on her "I hate list" was because she was paired with him for a physic partner and ended up spilling their experiment down her shirt just so she would have to take it off.

"I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?" Stiles asked and Clara already knew Scott's answer once that silly, stupid lovesick grin grew on his face.

"Allison."

"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?"

Scott shrugged, "Nothing else matter."

"But wait isn't that a good thing? Because the night of the formal, Lydia was with you, Stiles." Clara explained.

"Yeah but she was looking for Jackson." He muttered and just when the name Jackson was said, low and behold, he pulls up in the parking lot with his fancy silver Porsche. He walked out of his car, smiling in satisfaction, and looked as if he was the king of the world that was worth a million bucks.

Clara rolled her eyes, "Oh brother."

Clara walked to her locker and opened it, rummaging through her textbooks. She had just left Harris's very eventful class. Jackson left in an abrupt moment with black blood dripping down his nose but it wasn't like Harris cared that much. Stiles got detention (typical) and the three talked about the worries of Lydia hurting someone if she really is turning into a werewolf.

But as Clara looked through her locker, a folded white piece of paper fell onto the floor. Confused and mildly curious, Clara bent down and picked it up, immediately unfolding it:

Meet me in Room 213

- D

At first she was confused. D, who the hell was D? That's when it hit hurt and a small smirk was placed on her lips. Shutting her locker and grabbing her bag, Clara made her way to room 213. It was two hallways down and by the storage closet. She opened it and found it empty except the one and only Derek Hale smirking with his arms crossed and leaning against an empty desk.

"Lucky you, you got my note." He smirked like nobody's business.

Clara shut the door behind her and locked it, "Shut up."

With one long and fast stride, Clara cupped his face and kissed him deeply. Derek wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, one of his hands woving themselves in her hair. Suddenly, he moved his hands under her thighs and lifted her up, Clara wrapping her legs around his back.

She loved this.

She loved this more than anything.

Being with Derek was exciting in a way. How he would show up out of nowhere and sweep her off her feet. Their relationship wasn't a fairytale but she liked that, she liked that her relationship wasn't some lovesick teenage romance that will fade and go. There was chemistry between the two; both beautiful yet dangerous.

Clara let her walls down for Derek and that definitely meant something.

Derek placed her on the desk, pushing away all of the textbooks and papers that were on top. They both pulled away for a brief moment, breathless.

"What's with the surprise visit?" Clara chuckled, placing her hands on his cheeks.

"I had to interrogate Jackson." Derek hesitantly answered.

Concern, for both Derek and Jackson, was plastered all over her face, "Jackson, why?"

"Because I bit him."

Clara's eyes grew wide as anger filled them. Her hands pushed forcefully on his chest, Derek moving backwards while Clara hopped off the desk and furiously stood in front of him, "You what?"

"He wanted the bit so I gave it too him." Derek said calmly and carefully, like it was trying to make Clara understand, "But his body is rejecting the bite."

Her eyes almost bulge out of her sockets, "It is?"

"Yes. I don't know what's going to happen to him." Derek trailed off before looking at Clara straight in the eyes, "Promise me you won't tell the others about this."

"Okay, I promise." Clara hesitantly replied, not liking the idea of keeping things from Scott and Stiles, "But promise me you won't bite anymore people. Promise me, you won't turn anyone else."

"I promise." Derek said and Clara couldn't decide if he was lying or not.

People shouldn't make promises if they can't - won't - keep them.

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The funeral held for Kate Argent was filled with unexpected surprises. According another Argent named Gerard, father of Kate and Chris, is apparently in town. The last thing this town needed was another Argent. Somehow the boys also found out that there was heart attack victim in an ambulance and something hit them. So when Stiles texted her for her to meet at the crime scene, Clara figured that it was bad.

Clara walked towards the Sheriff and Stiles, it obvious that Sheriff Stilinski was not happy that his son was at a crime scene and asking questions, "Hey there, Mr. Stilinski!"

'Hi Clara, its good to see you." The Sheriff greeted her with a smile, not even questioning her on why she was here, before turning back to his son, "Why are you even here?"

Stiles huffed, ready to explain his fake explanation until Clara spoke, "Lydia? Lydia!"

Everyone's attention on the naked strawberry blonde that stood feet away. Her hair was messy and frizzy, a few leaves stuck as well. Her body was pale yet still had patches of dirt on her skin. She looked up once she heard her name, tears in her eyes, "Well, isn't anyone going to get me a coat?"

She removed her arms from her chest, giving everyone a view of her naked breast. Stiles, probably marveled and mesmerized by the site of Lydia martin naked, ended up falling to the ground.

Clara rolled her eyes before taking off her coat, "I got ya."

Episode one is done! I know this chapter sucked but the story gets more interesting!

So all of y'all thinks that Clara will gain feelings for Isaac! That may or may not be true (I won't tell)

I want YOU guys to comment down below on who you want Carla to have feelings for (Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Boyd, Jackson, freakin' Greenburg, ect.) and I MIGHT consider it.

~ ~ ~ ~ Monrox (Katie)