•Run• Scott McCall

Chapter 2

I'd been away for 11 years, living in a small ivy-smothered cottage surrounded by nothing but corse forestry for miles. After I had escaped from the hunters, I had contacted the only other Witch I knew, Stella Carter. From that moment on she had taken me in as her own daughter despite only being 20 years old, and had helped me to cultivate and control my powers. Being a witch means that you can do a plethora of incredible things, even more so if you use old magik. My family has been witches for centuries, and werewolves even longer. One of my ancestors came across to America on the Mayflower and met a werewolf girl when he arrived and ever since, our family has had both Witch and Wolf genes, but some only get one or the other. I was one of the 'lucky' ones to have gotten both sides of the supernatural DNA. The Lyall's had been residents of Beacon Hills for as long as anyone still living can remember, all living on the vast Lyall Estate until an old family of Witch Hunters found us and killed every last member of the Lyall blood line- par me. We had been the last remaining Witch family and only knew of one other living Witch, Stella. So I had gone to her for help, and she gave it to me. She showed me how to tap into your true power and harness it, not just how to use spell work and concoct potions. She had been the only mother figure that I had known for 11 years and now she was gone as well. I was completely alone in this world with nobody I could talk to about my problems. If I ever did, I'd probably end up locked in a mental ward somewhere.

With a sigh I opened my eyes to stare at the patchy ceiling above me as I sat up in the too-small bed I had managed to fall asleep in last night. It felt strange to be back in this room, the last time I had slept here I had been just 6 years old. Time flies when you're hiding out in a forest, I guess. I swung my legs around so that they hung from the edge of the bed, the old springs creaking underneath me every time I shifted my weight. The second I stepped off onto the thick carpet, thousands of dust motes spread out from under my foot, kicking up a flurry of blurred lights around the room. I watched as they twirled around me like tiny creatures, my breath disturbing them from their movement, causing them to dart around the room and catch in the light from the open curtains.
I rose from my seat on the bed, stretching out the cramps I had in my arms from sleeping in a strange position on a bed that I no longer fit into properly.

As I made my way through the house, I realised how bad the condition of the interior had gotten since it was abandoned. The wallpaper was peeling off to reveal the dark wood underneath, the carpet was thread-bare and moth eaten, pictures on the walls had fallen down and the paint had faded. The furniture was falling apart, a few windows were empty of glass, a cold breeze blowing through the empty frames and causing my hair to stand up on edge as the sharp air pinched at my skin like a pair of tweezers. It was when I came far too close to falling through a loose stair and into the dark space below that I decided the house needed redecorating.  Right after I applied for a place at the local high school. Unlike any teenager in their right mind, I wanted to go to school. Not because I was nerdy or exceedingly smart, I just wanted to live like a normal person for once. I had never set foot inside a school in my whole life -first being homeschooled by my aunt and then by Stella- and I was strangely excited by the idea of learning in a classroom filled with other people learning with you. I produced my phone from my back pocket and pulled up the website for Beacon Hills High School.

These chapters are just stupid filler chapters, sorry if they're really boring! It will get better I promise. Also, this will take place from around midway through season 2 onwards. Hope you enjoy :)