My Everything

Introducing Ourselves

Thunder claps in the near distance, rain hammering the ground in fits of rage, pooling at our feet. Dim, flickering street lights the only source of light in the misty town, a crash indicating that we are not alone.

Wrapping my nimble hand around her fragile upper arm I metaphorically drag her along, the meek whine barely bothering my determination. "My new shoes Hallie! You know I had these tailor made right? Let me go!" she squeals needily, shaking herself from my death grip, effectively stumbling back into a deep, musty puddle on the road side; it crawls up her freshly tanned bare legs, eating away at the product. "Now look what you made me do, what would mum and dad thi-" I cut her off with a tight fist wrapped in her pristine cream collar of her Sunday wear.

"Don't you ever speak to me like that you little shit, I am the oldest, show some respect." I hiss harshly in her ear, my voice threatening yet broken.

Riley rolls her cerulean eyes in defiance at my previous statement, scoffing to herself in incredulity "by 17 minutes" she equips, wrapping her perfectly manicured hand around mine, pushing it away from her with force.

"Whatever, lets just get this shit over with so I can get a drink" I retort, marching down the abandoned street with added attitude, I hold my hand out above my eyes to shield my vision from the wrath of Mother Nature, straining as I catch a mere glimpse of light behind glass doors "well thank fuck for that" I grumble in relief and nod my head toward the light, turning to sprint towards it.

Once I arrive I situate myself under the limited, leaking shelter while I wait for my dawdling sibling to join me. A sign hangs from the inside, a clear signal that states 'CLOSED'. I grumble a quiet "You bet my sweet ass you won't be" and push the door in frustration, surprise etching on my fair features when it swings open freely "well I'll be damned". By which time, Riley had caught up, pushing her way past my small build with an excited grin on her lips, looking like some troubled puppy. Hushed voices can be heard from around the corner my blood rounds, girly squeals elicited from the action. Shaking my head at the pure immaturity I mark my place first, a sign situated on the receptionist desk saying 'Beacon Hills Animal Clinic'. Rolling my amber eyes at the mistaken originality of naming the business.

Eventually I round the corner to the hidden room, finding myself instantly overtaken with six unknown eyes staring back at me, along with Riley. "This is my twin Hallie Winters, I apologise if she's anything but nice to you, I guess it's just her shocking human behaviour" she snarks, accompanied by a tight, sarcastic smile in my general direction. With a scowl in return, I take in everyone's appearance.

Long , flowing copper red hair, hazel-green eyes all equipped in a pink floral dress and black heels. Basic bitch.

Large chocolate brown eyes, half curly, half straight hair in simplistic jeans and dark t-shirt. Loser.

Brown eyes, dark skin, bald, veterinary uniform? Fucking teenage wannabee.

Quizzical amber eyes, spiky brown hair and practically shaking in oversized clothes. Nerd.

Perfectly curled, long brown hair, almond brown eyes in a short purple skirt and black t-shirt. Slut.

And finally a tall, curly haired blond, icy blue eyes wearing all black and a smirk plastered on his chiselled face. Hmm...not too bad.

With a quick smirk towards blue eyes I turn my gaze back to my sister "Let me guess, Lydia, Scott, Deaton, Stiles, Allison and mystery blue eyed boy" I chuckle, my signature snigger on my lips.

"Isaac Lahey ma'am" The boy jokes with a wink, leaning his body back against the counter, arms folded across his puffed out chest.

Biting my lip seductively I let my intense gaze rake over his flawless features "A pretty name for a pretty boy" I purr and lean against the door frame, feeling all eyes practically burn holes into me, Chuckling I shake my head and look down and back up again "My all round apologies, let me introduce myself properly; Hallie Winters, seventeen years of age, Aquarius. I enjoy long walks on the beach and creepy woods."

Amber eyes, or Stiles to be more formal, practically jumps on the spot in excitement "She's awesome! Why didn't you tell us about her Allison?" he questions with bright eyes.

Argent shrugs and stutters on her words "I-uh-there was nothing to talk about. The few times I saw her she was either busy or chewing some guys face off" she explains truthfully, causing me to let out a small laugh at the statement.

"Anyway, I'm guessing we're staying at the infamous Argent accompaniment, am I right? School in the morning, gotta go bed before bedtime little sister" I taunt, a strong, belittling tease.

"17 minutes Hallie! 1-7" she argues frustrated, flushing furiously in embarrassment before all of her friends. With a devilish laugh in return I stop and look around sceptically.

"What's wrong with this place?" I question out of the blue, an almost growl located deep in my chest. Low and behold, all eyes on me.

"What do you mean?" Scott speaks for the first time, red heads eyes squinted, staring.

"I mean-"my voice of explanation cut off by bitchbag.

"I'm sorry but like, what is that accent? It's bugging the shit out of me" Lydia interrupts, a look of utter disbelief at her words on my face.

"British, small town, little posh, little sleezy. Good enough?" I snap at her, visible anger bubbling in her sunset eyes at my choice of tone, although a slight nod in her action "as I was saying, I mean that the whole town contains bad vibes, like a damn hospital in here"

The Americans all share a look of concern as Riley stares at me in utter disbelief. "You're kidding me right? We've come here and you decide to judge all of my friends, flirt with one, ridicule me and now you say this town feels like a damn hospital? But of course, you'd know all too well what they're like right sister?" She fires out in anger, 'sister' laced in pure venom and toxicity.

As if a bomb exploded in my mind, my body turns rigid, my eyes clearing of their mischief and instantly replaced with pain. I lower my head in a single nod and stand up straight in the doorway, swallowing hard at the statement. Confusion spreads around the room like the plague, Stiles opening his mouth to question the scene, however, replaced with a silenced "Derek?" I feel a threatening presence behind me, turning slowly to come face to face, or should I say face to chest, with a large build of a man, no older than 24 with raven, wispy hair and the most stunning, admiral, aquatic blue eyes I have ever seen. The man lifts a hand and points towards Riley and myself, a prominent scowl on his chiselled features.

"Who are these?" Derek asks in a low, masculine growl. No one replied quick enough causing him to angrily roll his eyes and look around the room to avoid presenting his frustration too forwardly. "Well?" he pushes.

"I-I'm Riley Winters, friend's with Allison" Riley exclaims pathetically, body pressed back against the counter and Stiles for a silent comfort from the strange man before us.

Taking a large step back I clear my throat, blue eyes staring into my soul "I'm Hallie Winters, unfortunate twin to her. I'm just here for the ride" I state unimpressed, my gaze shifting to the cluster of paper in his large hand by his side, clearly extremely unorganised. Raising an arched brow in suspicion I look back up to his eyes with a small scoff "you really should get a folder for all that shit" I retort courageously.

Derek raises his brow in mirror image to myself before nodding once, impressed with a strong smirk on his defined lips "Brave" he says with a hint of amusement.

"I like it."