The Reluctant Champion

Chapter 3 Welcome to Beacon Hills

The storms reigned through Beacon Hills, thunder shook the ground and lightning flashed so bright night nearly turned to day. Derek went through the woods trying to catch the girl's scent, but nothing. He even went back to the spot where he first found her or where she found him, yet nothing was found.

Scott didn't seem to have any luck on his end, even trying to pin point where that sound came from he couldn't find the direction. Stiles shined his light in all directions.

"Scott maybe we should call it a night, we've been at this for hours and still nothing." Stiles suggested.

Scott leaned his head on a tree, "I need to be sure."

"If it helps I still have the shirt, we can go back to my jeep and go from there."

"Even if we did, the rain washed everything, there wouldn't be anything left to track."

"It doesn't hurt to try, and the guy did say she was bleeding maybe we can track that."

Stiles took a step forward and felt something wet and warm drip down his face. He wipes his face and looks up knowing that it wasn't raining anymore. He looks up and flashes his light in a tree.

"Scott." Stiles called shakily.

Scott turns to his best friend whose focus was in the tree, Scott goes up to his side and is faced with a body in a tree. Scott goes forward to have a better look at it, but can clearly see that it wasn't his dream girl.

"Looks like we may have found the body." Scott claims.

"Looks like I got to call my dad."

"That and I get the feeling it's going to be a long night."

At the same time, the church doors open, where Lydia is met with a gothic feel. Goosebumps devoured her arms and lets out a harsh breath as she could feel something was a mess, could feel what had transpired just before she came. She followed the cold chill that ran down her spine where she turned and saw muddy foot prints on the red felt carpet followed, but what looked to be drag marks that led to the very front of the church.

She reluctantly slowly makes her way down the aisle, images of the dream she had flashes before her eyes unsure what she was going to be met with at the end. Each step she took felt like weight was pushing her down threatening to make her sink through the floor.

She continued down the aisle and when she turned to the corner, there she was met with the body of the girl. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight feeling as if someone punched her in the stomach as she tried to breathe. She struggled to go to the body that laid on the floor, motionless. Lydia collapsed on her knees letting out a straggled sob that echoed through the church. Lydia opened her eyes hoping it was a dream, but none the less it was reality tugging at her heart. She went and touched the girl's hand which was cold to the touch which she pulled it into hers and hugged it.

All of a sudden the girl's eyes snap open and jerks up as a straggled breath left her mouth before falling back down. Lydia sat in shock at this sudden resurrection as the girl struggled to get her breathing back in order. Once she successfully started to breathe smoothly again, she then turns her head and spots Lydia who is still in a state of shock of this, the girl's breathing hinges a bit as she stares at Lydia as if trying to makes sense of her.

"Have you come to take me?" the girl finally says.

Lydia looks at the girl confused.

"No." she says.

"Good Bella."

"Bella?"

"You are bella, too bella. You're too beautiful to be an angel, too pretty to be a demon, to mesmerizing to be a fallen angel and way too gorgeous to be Valkyrie. They're probably looking down on you for that, envy you maybe."