His Sister

Part 1

I found my way through the unlit hallway with only my hands as a guide. My sister was here, I could sense it. A growl forced a tremor down my spine. They knew I was here. I heard nails sliding across stone. 

"I'll come back Cora, I promise." I stumbled back through the corridor, knowing their eyes were trained on me. 

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If Deucalion hadn't run me down, the faded blue jeep would have. I slammed myself against the pavement, roadside dirt turning into my glass made slash. At least it hadn't been claws. 

Suddenly, a freckled face boy with deep brown eyes and socially awkward features blocked my vision. 

"Are you alive? Oh my God, uh, Scott? A little help?"

"I'm fine," but due the dust and dirt that I had swallowed in my fall, it sounded more like-"Furgle lime." The poor boy looked startled.

"Ah! Scott? Scott! Get your little werewolf a-"

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and slowly stood up. "No, really, I'm fine."

"Alright, sorry again for nearly running you over." At that, a boy with dark, kind eyes that had seen too much and a slanted jawline jumped gracefully out of the passenger seat. The boy, presumably Scott, gave a look to the other boy and ran to my now vertical position. 

"Are you really okay? Stiles!" The boy named Stiles held up his hands in defensive position.

"She came out of nowhere!" he protested.

As if just now realizing that they were standing in front of an abandoned bank, or more that I was there, Scott stood up.

"Not nowhere," he glanced at my eyes."Why were you here?"

"I was just...walking!" It was my turn to protest.

"You're lying," Scott responded, now directly looking into my eyes. 

"What were you doing?" I challenged, hoping they would leave. 

"OK, changed tactics, this girl is definitely lying Scott," Stiles was giving me what looked like his best tough face. 

I sighed, "you wouldn't believe me." At least that was the truth. They walked a little ways away to "confer". I heard things like "smell her" "smell like werewolf" "the supernatural" and other things that would surprise anyone else. 

But it wasn't until I heard the name "Derek Hale" that I was startled. I whipped around.

"What do you know about Derek Hale?" I raised a menacing eyebrow. 

"Oh my God," was what Stiles had to say, but I wanted to hear Scott's opinion.

"That he may or may not be dead, and that it might be my fault."