The Finding - Isaac Lahey FF (Teen Wolf)

   All i could see was the pitch black darkness of the night, and those glowing red eyes. I recognized this dream, hell, I even memorized it. I knew that this was when i would run, quickly, branches and leaves cracking underneath my footsteps. But, something was different this time, the eyes were not chasing me. They remained, staring back at me as if they were my reflection. In the distance i hear someone call my name, "Cassandra! Cassandra!"  But still i run, faster, right into...

    Conciousness. I watch the sunrise as my alarm clock blares, "GOODMORNING, CALIFORNIA! AND WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING IT IS.." And what a strange dream that was.. The same dream that i have been having for weeks, anytime i managed to get sleep. i reach across my pillow to turn off my alarm. I sigh, another day at Beacon Hills High. I climb out of my bed and walk over to the golden antique mirror attached to my vanity. Staring back at me are vibrant, emerald green eyes intense against my mass of red curly hair and the tan i undoubtedly received from swimming. I glance at my freckles, such a remembrance of my mother. I miss you so much i think, as i touch her photo on my dresser. Sighing, i make my way to the bathroom for a shower.

    It seems that the shower is my only place of relaxation. Being so on edge and tense exhausts me. The bit of sleep i rarely get is hardly enough to get me through school and practice. "Shit." i say out loud. Coach is going to notice that i'm not up to par. Trying to put my mind to better things, i close my eyes as i rinse the strawberry scented suds out of my hair. I am back in the darkness. I feel serene. As i let go of more tension i see those glowing red eyes flash before me. Shaken, I quickly turn the shower off, grab a towel and dry myself. So much for the shower being my place of relaxation.. 

    As I enter my closet i pull on a black v-neck, a leather skirt, and my black boots. Giving myself a last once-over I grab my bag and head downstairs. Descending the steps i hear hushed speaking that quickly comes to a halt. "Goodmorning, Cassandra." says my Uncle Ennis. "Morning." I say as i grab a bottle of water and a Snickers bar, nutritious. "How did you sleep love?" asks my Dad as my Cousin Kali walks into the kitchen. "Fine." i say, rolling my eyes. "What gives me the pleasure of having you guys up this early?"  "Oh, but Cass, what gives US the honor of allowing to see you this early darling?" Kali says slyly. "Now, Now." says my Dad, "Shouldn't you be going love?" Thankful that he couldn't see the attitude on my face, i make my way to the front door. "See ya."

    I hop into my car, a candy apple red, 1985 Jeep that i received for my sweet sixteen. Throwing my bag into the backseat, and taking a bite out of my Snickers bar, i back out of the driveway. Though i know the drive to school is short, i am never prepared for how quickly the Beacon Hills High School sign appears in the front window.

    As i pull up to school amongst a sea of teenagers, i spot that oh-so familiar blue Jeep , Stiles. I smile thinking of how we like to call our cars "the twins." Climbing out of the drivers seat i cover his eyes, "Guess who?" Laughing, he says, " Wishing you were the vixen of my dreams, but it's just you Cass, though i do like blindfolds.." As i faux gag, Scott comes over, "What have i just walked into?" he laughs. "Something i am definitely walking out of, catch you guys later!" i say, walking away i see a guy approach Scott, what was his name? Lahey? Isaac. That's strange.. I think to myself as he glares at me, since when does Scott hang out with Isaac? And why was he giving me that look? With one last glance, i begin to make my way to homeroom.