Deadly Kat // Teen Wolf (ON HOLD)

00 - Prologue

The only light in the dark bedroom of the two story house was from the moon shining through the blinds that were left open. The blinds were drawn up just enough that showed the window was wide open. To no surprise, the Stilinski household was quiet with the Sheriff at work and the only son was on his way, simply seconds from pulling into the empty driveway.

In the far corner of the teen's bedroom, she stood in the shadows of the room, hidden from the teen that would be walking in the room in less than two minutes. She listened carefully as the famous, blue jeep pulled into the driveway and was shut off. The room was completely silent, not a noise coming from the mysterious girl. She had learned how to be quiet, how to remain hidden in any surrounding.

She readjusted the hood on her head, checking to make sure her face would be hidden from the boy. Downstairs, the boy moved around the kitchen before he took the stairs to the second floor. Every step and breath the boy took, she heard every single one. She was able to tell that the boy was tired, sluggish from the previous events he went through at school and spending time with his best friend. He walked heavy, yet still quick enough to move throughout the house with ease.

The bedroom door swung open. Stiles reached out with his left hand to switch on the light switch until the girl in the corner stepped out of the shadows.

"Stiles Stilinski." The girl lifted her head enough to keep him in her sight. Her voice was disguised by a voice changer clipped on her jacket, just enough to not let the boy ever identify her. She had pressed the button when he had been walking up the stairs.

The boy shouted out in alarm. He jumped backwards slamming against the wall, eyes attempting to focus on the girl who stood in front of his window. She was short from what he could tell, covered from head to toe in black clothing. The leather jacket she wore had a black hood attached to it that laid halfway down her face, shielding most of her face from him. There were even black, leather gloves on her hands. She purposely stood in front of the window, halfway standing sideways to only allow the moonlight to illuminate just her mouth.

"Who the hell are you?!" Stiles shouted. He tried to reach for his cell phone to dial Scott's number. He knew that his friend would be here in seconds. His other hand flicked up and down over his light switch, unable to turn the lights on in his room. 

She had cut the breakers. 

"That's not important right now." The girl spoke in a steady voice. "I'm not here to hurt you. You can stop trying to call Scott on your phone behind your back."

Stiles nervously swallowed, "Then why are you here?" He was fidgeting around on his feet. The mysterious girl had taken him by surprise. 

"Your phone." She repeated herself, knowing he was still trying to call Scott. "I told you. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to talk. Put it down and we will." 

In a moment of hesitation, Stiles decided to toss his phone onto his bed. It landed face up with the home screen. The girl narrowed her eyes at the mobile device, making sure the call was not connected. 

Once she knows it didn't, she spoke again, "I came to warn you." 

"About you?" Stiles questioned, feeling uneasy about the mysterious girl in his house. He didn't know she had gotten into his house or who she was. Stiles feared that she was supernatural and came to him to get to Scott.

The girl's smile was seen from the moonlight coming through the window, "I'm the least of your worries, Stiles." 

"Says the girl who broke into my house." Stiles sarcastically replied. 

"And as you can see, I am here to cause you no harm." She replied to the teen boy while she moved her hands through the air to show her point even more. "I'm here to help you, Stiles."