"Beacon Hills." the girl said with a laugh as she drove past the welcome sign, "Home to Werewolves, don't get killed!"
She settled back into silence as she drove through town trying to find the Animal Clinic. As her brown eyes looked around she noticed that she did remember the town like her mom thought. A frown came onto her face at the thought of her mother, she missed her, and wished she could of been on this trip with her. The clinic came into view and she noticed the scent of werewolves.
"Alan's still in business." she thought aloud with an impressed expression.
She stopped the car and got out, going and entering the Animal Clinic. Two voices became apparent to her, one being Alan's, the other she didn't know. She went up to the counter, ringing the little bell that was placed there. Soon the boy she didn't know came into view, but his scent reeked of werewolf.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"I'm here to see my Uncle, Dr. Deaton. Who are you?" she replied sweetly.
"Scott, I work for him." Scott seemed suspicious of her.
"I'm Anne, Anne Evans. Can I see him?"
"He's busy."
Anne sighed, flicking her dark hair behind her ear, "Look, dogbreath, I would really like it if I could talk to him."
"Dogbreath?"
"You reek of it, no wonder the Argents moved back."
Scott's mouth flew open and then Deaton walked into the room.
"Anne, always a pleasure." he said, annoyance hinting in his voice.
"Uncle Alan! It's been so long!" Anne replied rather sarcastically.
"Scott, this is my niece as you probably now know. She's... Special. Anne, I have a dog in the back that won't calm down, can you go deal with it?" Deaton's eyes never wavered from Anne's.
"Anything for my dear Uncle." Anne said before hopping over the counter and going into the back.
"It'll be a lot to ask of you, Scott, but can you be friends with Anne? Only until school starts really, then you don't have to. She'll find others then." Deaton asked with a sigh.
Scott looked to the door where he could see Anne playing with the dog throughh the window. "Sure, I'll do it."
"Thank you, now, let's get back to work. We have a long day now that she's here."
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New fic! This chapter doesn't really have much... just introducing Anne, I want it to take place in between Season two and three so I'm waiting until tomorrow after the season finale to really get this going. Stiles just makes me go asdfjkl, he's just so perfect. And seems so happy, so this is kind of going off of that saying, what if it's just an act? DUN DUN DUN. Will include things like self-harm and other heavy topics later on. Well, bye!
~xoxo Caz
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