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I do not own the characters of TV show teen wolf such as Scott, Derek, Allison, Stiles, and so on. I do not own the show teen wolf. I do not own the ideas of the TV show Teen Wolf. (Though I wish I could be such an amazing writer as the writer of Teen Wolf!!!) I do own my characters such as Emily and her friend Stephanie because I created the two girls. 

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Chapter 1:

It has been at least a month since I had that same nightmare. Every time I had the dream, it would get worse and worse.

The same forest, the same monster, the same ending. 

My death.

Rolling over in bed, my eyes wandered to the side of my bed towards the wooden picture frame on my dresser. It was of Scott, mom, and I. Dad had left years ago and mom said he was never going to come back. I didn't believe her of course because I had a problem with having hope in the smallest things even if they led to disappointment. I just didn't believe in giving up on anything or anyone no matter how far they were past saving. This, as you could imagine, got me in some trouble throughout my life.

My eyes met my alarm clock as I sighed, "Three in the morning."

My hands reached for my stomach as a loud growl erupted from it. I hated waking up in the middle of the night. I am always so hungry in the middle of the night but am too lazy to get out of the warmth and comfort of bed. But this time I knew my stomach couldn't wait.

I willed my body out of bed, groaning as my feet met the cold hard wood floor. Grabbing a jacket that was hanging from the back of my chair and then making my way to the door. It was always freezing in this old house, especially considering I only wore a big shirt and underwear to sleep in almost every night.

My family and I lived in an old two-story house in a small town called Beacon Hills. The entire town was surrounded by woods. We had pretty much lived here for forever and I loved it. The trees and the woods were my favorite part of the whole town. Especially in the fall; when I wanted to get away I would always run out to a small clearing in a mass of trees in the forest that I called my own. It was the only place you could look up and see a clear view of the blue sky. The sun would shoot through the top of the trees in such a beautiful way. It would light up the fallen leaves on the forest floor, making them glow a bright orange. I sighed wishing I could be there right now.

Almost every wooden step creaked under my weight as I walked down the stairs. As soon as my foot hit the last step I noticed there was a light coming from the kitchen. Must be Scott. I rounded around the corner and was blinded by the sudden burst of bright light.

Not to my surprise it was Scott looking extremely exhausted with his hands crossed against his bare chest.

"Hey Em." He sounded like he hadn't slept in days.

My real name was Emily, but everyone close to me called me Em. At first I hated it but after a while I started to not mind. Considering my father was the person who named me, my mom loved the fact that people called me Em. She said Emily reminded her too much of him.

"Hey Scott. Why are you up so early?"

I began scavenging through the refrigerator pushing away all the more than likely expired food. Our mom worked almost every second of her life at the stupid hospital. She never had time to go grocery shopping so it was usually up to Scott and I to go shopping, which pretty much never got done.

"Couldn't sleep. You?"

I figured he couldn't sleep by the look of him. Considering his messy hair, the bags under his eyes, and his long blue pajama pants, he must have attempted to go to sleep but had failed.

"Same." I stated flatly.

"Hm. That dream again?" He questioned as he looked at me with his brown eyes. He had our mother's eyes, while mine were our father's green eyes.

"Maybe." I pouted and slammed the refrigerator door.

Plopping down in the chair next to my brother, he gave me a knowing look. I had told Scott about my nightmare before but I had left out the part where the beast looked at me as if it wasn't an animal and as if it somehow knew me. I didn't think Scott needed to know that part, especially because it would be awkward for me to explain.

"Have you talked to mom about it yet?"

"Tried already. You know she never has time to talk. As soon as she walks in, she says hello and goes straight to bed. I can't blame her though." I said twiddling my thumbs. "I never want to be a doctor"

Scott chuckled. "Good. You aren't smart enough anyways."

I punched his shoulder playfully. "Speaking of my 'smartness'. You ready for school tomorrow?"

"Hah, not exactly."

I rolled my eyes. Scott was definitely ready for school. He had received our mom's genes, where apparently I received our father's genes. I was more into art where Scott was more the book smarts kind of guy if you know what I mean.

"How about you. You ready for school?" He said it with a grin, knowing I wasn't going to answer such a dumb question.

He knew I wasn't excited at all because I couldn't stand school. The only reason I was somewhat looking forward to it, was because I was able to see my friends again.

I missed them so much this summer. They had all gone to way cooler places than Beacon Hills; like the beach and such. It may sound crazy because we lived in California but I had never been to the beach before. Scott had though. When we were little I used to beg him to tell me what it looked like. The sights, the sounds, the smells. It sounds dumb but I wanted to know every little detail. I promised myself that one day I would see the ocean before I died.

"Em? You're spacing out again." Scott's voice broke through my thoughts as he waved his hand in front of my face.

"Oh. Sorry." I looked out the window having a short flashback of my nightmares from earlier. I felt myself begin to shiver.

"You ok?" His voice coated with concern as I felt his hand on my arm. "Em?"

"I'm ok. Just started thinking about my dream. I'm fine, I promise."

Scott didn't look convinced at all.

"Sure. Get back to bed. I'm going to try and get a few hours of sleep in before we have to wake up." His voice sounded strained as he stretched his arms behind him.

"I will try. Thanks." Still shaking a little I stood up and started for the door hearing footsteps behind me.

I reached my room first, which was closer to the staircase then my brother's room. As Scott reached his room he said good night and disappeared into his room.

"Good night." I whispered.

As I closed the door behind me I immediately noticed all the creepy sounds and shadows in my room. Even though I knew it was my imagination, it still freaked me out. I nearly sprinted to my bed, jumping right underneath the safety of the covers, pulling the blankets over my head so I could hide from the world. Before I knew it, my eyes lids became heavier and heavier. Soon sleep took over and I drifted off into unconsciousness.

*****

Morning came a lot faster than expected. The sun began to shine through the bedroom window, shinning on my face. Groaning, I rolled over to reach for my alarm clock, which was screaming at me to get up, in an attempt to throw it across the room. A morning tradition I was planning to keep going strong this school year.

I clutched the stupid machine, winding up my arm to give it a good throw. Before I could even make an attempt to chunk it, a hand snatched my wrist. My vision was still blurry from sleep so I couldn't recognize who it was at first.

"Not today." Scott chuckled. "You do realize how much money me and mom spend on these stupid things?"

"Mom and I." I corrected, rubbing my eyes. Scott just looked at me confused, releasing my hand and gently grabbing the alarm clock from my grasp. He placed it on the opposite side of the table as far as possible from me. He must have been worried I was going to snatch it away from him and finish throwing it across the room.

"You said me and mom. The correct way to say it is mom and I." I said with an amused look. I was usually the one being corrected for my spelling and grammar. He must of only been awake for a few minuets for him to make a mistake like that.

"Oh. Hah." He said rubbing the back of his head. "Well get up. You have thirty-minuets until Stiles gets here and you better be ready or we will leave you."

"Sure you will." I laughed.

Scott faked a serious face as he left the room.

Sighing I rolled out of my soft, warm bed. Shocked by the coldness of the wood floor I jumped right back into bed. I laid there for a while. My brother's words repeated in my head, 'Stiles will be here in thirty.' I reached into my drawer next to my bed and grabbed some long white socks. Slipping them on, I bounded over to my closet door. They were the sliding kind of doors and I always loved how they openned. It may sound kind of stupid but I liked how they slid open into the wall. Scott always said I enjoyed the smallest things in life, he also said I was entertained really easy. I agreed with him on both of those matters, all my friends said the same thing.

Stiles was Scott's best friend and partner in crime. He always dragged Scott into doing stupid things usually ending up in trouble. Considering Stiles was the son of the sheriff in town, he sure didn't act like it. I loved Stiles though, he was like my second brother. I was pretty much the one who took care of them all the time because I was the only one else around when they did dumb things. I rolled my eyes remembering some of the times I had to back them up because they did something stupid. Don't get me wrong though, they are both great kids, they just liked adventure.

Picking out an outfit for the first day of school had to be the most stressful time of the day. I regretted not doing it last night. I had gotten in really late with Scott from the lacrosse field. He played for our high school's lacrosse team; well he 'kind of' played. He usually sat on the bench with Stiles. I went to every game I could which was pretty much all the games.

Smiling, I looked in the mirror in my room at the outfit I picked out. I went for a strapless white dress that went a little above my knees. Not to long but not to slutty. Realizing that this was definitely not going to keep me warm I grabbed a small leather jacket and rushed to put it on. Just as I reached for my comb I heard Stiles car roll up to the driveway. How could you not hear it? It was an old, beat up, blue Jeep that he loved more than anything else in the world.

"Em!" My brother's voice echoed through the house. I smilled because he sounded so excited to see his best friend eventhough it was just yesterday that he had seen him.

"I heard!" I quickly ran a comb through my reddish/ brown hair hitting only a few tangles. My hair fell just above mid-back with a few waves here and there.

I heard Stiles' loud voice downstairs followed by the two boys laughter. Running to my bathroom I quickly washed my face and applied some makeup. I backed up to see my whole outfit in the mirror, satisfied with my look, I reached for my bag still watching the mirror.

My body froze as I looked at myself in the mirror. Something was off, it was way to quiet downstairs. Images from my dream last night passed through me.

"Scott?" I said in a horse tone.

Nothing. No answer at all.

"Sco..?" I was cut off as a body slammed into me. Screaming at the top of my lungs, I kneed my attacker where the sun don't shine.

The noise that came after sent confusion through me. Scott's laughter filled my ears. My eyes shot to the doorway where Scott stood laughing with his arms across his chest. He wasn't looking at me though; he was looking at the floor in front of my feet. I was almost scared to see what kind of damage I had inflicted on my attacker.

I jumped when there was a groan in front of me on the ground. My eyes shot to the ground where Stiles was curled up in a ball obviously in pain.

"Stiles! What the hell! You scared the crap out of me!" I screamed at him.

He didn't say anything, which made me feel kind of bad. That must of hurt really bad. I had used my whole body weight to kick him. I kneeled down to his level on the ground rolling him over so I could see his face. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes.

"Sorry Stiles." I grabbed his arm aiming at helping him up.

"Its ok. Gez you have good aim." He chuckled. Relief hit me again as he smiled at me.

Helping him up, I looked at Scott, who was still laughing.

I quickly grabbed my backpack and met them at the doorway. Stiles was still leaning over a little. That was probably going to hurt for a while. I silently apologized again as we all walked down the stairs and gathered in the kitchen to grab something quick to eat. I ended up not eating anything as usual. I figured I could get something at the vending machines at school.

"Hey, We have to go." Scott said in a pathetic tone while he pointed at the clock in the kitchen above the stove.

He really did not want to go back. The only reason he was excited to go back was because he was hoping to get first line on his Lacrosse team.

I fell in step with my brother while Stiles staggered behind us.

When we got to the car I sat in the back with Scott in the passenger's seat and Stiles driving. He looked back to the backseat where I was sitting texting my friends telling them I was on my way.

I looked up at Stiles and realized he was looking at me confused.

"What?"

"You are acting weird." He said turning back to the front and throwing the car in reverse.

I sighed knowing exactly why I was acting weird. Scott glanced at me from the rear view mirror with a knowing look.

"Don't worry about it, she's been having trouble sleeping lately." He said in a more serious tone.

I silently thanked my brother for answering Stiles. I didnt exactly want people to know I was having this childish, reoccurring dream about this monster chasing me around in the forest. It just sounded stupid and cliche when I thought about it.

Stiles put up his hands in defense.

"Alright, alright," He put his hands back on the wheel. "Ready to go?"

Scott and I both agreed simultaneously. Placing my elbow on the window I began to watch the trees fly by, my mind going to different places.

Both the boys groaned as we pulled into the school's parking lot. Excitement started to bubble in me as I saw my best friend sitting by the entrance of the school surrounded by more of my friends.

"Em. Can you get a ride home with Stephanie? Stiles and I are going to practice a little before tryouts tomorrow."

"All ready got it covered. We were already planning on hanging out after school. Il ask her if she can give me a ride when I see her today."

"Perfect." Stiles added.

"You can drop me off here." I dead planted.

"Huh? What?" Stiles questioned.

"She doesn't want to be seen with us." Scott laughed.

"Exactly." I said with as much serious tone I could muster.

"Seriously?" Stiles looked generally hurt.

I waited a little longer as Stiles slowly came to a stop far away from the entrance to the school.

"Stiles! I was kidding!" I didn't think he would actually believe me.

Scott burst out laughing. "Dude, she was kidding."

Stiles looked at him in shock.

"You are so gullible," I chuckled. "Go park."

Stiles put the car back in drive looking at me through the mirror with a sly expression on his face.

"I can't believe you just fell for that." We pulled in to a parking spot and Stiles still hadn't said anything.

"Stiles?" I questioned, but he still didn't answer. He slowly got out of his car as Scott did the same. They both started walking away.

Realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Stiles! Scott! I can't get out!"

Stiles', piece of crap, jeep doors only opened from the outside in the backseat. Both of the boys turned around as Stiles smiled at me innocently.

"Jerks!" I screamed as I pounded on the window.

--Scotts's POV:

I watched as my sister dramatically panicked trying to open the doors. All I could do was laugh at her. I was waiting for her to realize she could just jump to the front seat for freedom. It was only the back doors that could only be opened from the outside. The front doors were free game.

"When do you think she will realize it?" Stiles said in between bursts of laughter. He was bent over next to me holding his stomach trying to control his laughter.

I sighed. 'Probably a while,' I thought, chuckling out loud.

I couldn't stop my laughter as my sister pretended to be suffocating in the car. She grabbed her throat and dramatically fell down in the backseat.

"All right, well we should get going. We are going to be late."

I agreed with Stiles.

"Should we help her?" He laughed.

"No. She will figure it out soon." I answered smiling as she peaked over to see if we were coming to save her.

"I give her ten minuets." Stiles said as we both started walking towards the school.

"One day she will learn."