Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction and I would like to make HUGE shout out to my official unofficial Beta, Natalie aka asongofflame . I would also like to make a shout out to KeepCalmAndContinueBlissfully who wrote Finding Haven which has been my inspiration for finally starting a story! Please leave reviews so I know you're reading and what you do and don't enjoy!
It was a normal day. For her at least anyway. To anyone else it would be a disaster. But to her – to her it was just another day in her life. So far, anyway.
Charlotte Walker lived with her dad. Or her excuse for one anyway. Her father, Mr Walker, had a very violent temper. Especially when it came to her. Most fathers love their daughters and treat them like princesses. But hers – he treated her like his own personal punching bag. That's all she was him. A punching bag.
Her mom was never in her life. Her dad refuses to talk about her and if there's one thing she's learnt about her father; it's that you don't make him do something he doesn't want to do. Because he'll get pissed off. And him pissed off… well that's never a good thing. And she can't just leave him, because she's worried he'll come after her somehow. Anyway, she can't just involve someone else.
She isn't afraid to admit it – she's a loner. Charlotte has two good friends. Also, her only friends – Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. Her friends don't know what goes on behind the closed doors of her house. No one does. It's easy enough to hide with the right clothing and sometimes makeup. They've never even been to her house. She tells them her father doesn't like visitors. Definitely not a lie.
Whilst she reflects, lying on her bed, she receives a text. Meet me at Scott's – Stiles. Of course, it doesn't matter to Stiles that it's 11 o'clock at night. But he knows she'll be there. She always is. She's perfected the art of slipping away without her father noticing. He won't notice. If he was going to bother her he would have done it earlier. Besides, she can hear his snoring across the hall.
She doesn't sneak out the way most teenagers do – out the window. She's on the second story of the house, with nothing good to grip onto by her window. Besides, it would agitate her already damaged body. Instead she relies on her stealthy feet to take her noiselessly through the house and out the front door. Once she's off the front porch, she bolts. She's free. Until morning anyway.
She arrives at Scott's house, just stepping onto his porch, when she hears two people screaming from the side of the house. Charlotte runs around the porch to discover Scott with a baseball bat, and Stiles hanging from the trellis.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Scott demands. He also glances to the side to see Charlotte standing there. "And why is Charlotte here?"
"Hey, I just got a text from Stiles saying to meet here. I'm just as in the dark here as you are." Charlotte reasons.
"You weren't answering your phone." Stiles justifies. "And why do you have a bat?" He questions.
"I thought you were a predator."
"A pre- what?" Stiles splutters, as he jumps down. "Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police."
"For what?" Charlotte asks.
"Two joggers found a body in the woods."
"A dead body?" Scott questions.
"No, a body of water. Yes, dumb-ass, a dead body."
"You mean like, murdered?"
"Nobody knows yet. Just that it's a girl, probably in her 20's."
"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are we looking for?" Charlotte asks Stiles.
"That's the best part. They only found half. We're going."
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asks Stiles and Charlotte.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles answers.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott complains, as we walk through the woods.
"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort." Charlotte replies.
"No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." Scott tells us.
"Hey, that's the spirit. Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." Stiles retorts.
After a while of trekking through the woods, tripping on hidden branches and sliding on the slippery leaves, Scott's wheezing as a background sound, Charlotte speaks up.
"Hey, just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we Iooking for?"
"Huh! I didn't even think about that." Stiles tells us.
"And, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"
"AIso, something I didn't think about." Stiles informs us.
Scott's wheezing sounds from behind Charlotte and Stiles.
"It's comforting to know you've planned this out Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott suggests, wheezing heavily.
"Wait, come on!" Stiles tells us sighting something ahead.
"Stiles!" Charlotte whisper-shouts.
"Wait up! Stiles! Stiles!" Scott shouts after him.
And suddenly we see what Stiles ran right into. The police search team. A team comprised of the Beacon department, state police, and barking police dogs. Stiles falls on his back, a viciously barking dog on his chest, whilst Scott and Charlotte hide behind a tree.
Above the noise of the dogs, a voice rings out. "Hold it right there! Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me."
Stiles dad. Sheriff Stilinski. We are sooo busted.
"Dad, how are you doing?"
"So, do you listen to all my phone calls?"
"No." Stiles pauses. "Not the boring ones."
The sheriff sighs shaking his head.
"Now where are your usual partners in crime?"
"Who, Scott? Charlotte? They're at home. Their own homes that is. Not ours. They said they wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me. In the woods. Alone."
Great job Stiles. Real convincing. Charlotte thinks to herself.
"Scott, Charlotte, you out there? Scott? Charlotte?" The sheriff calls out. They remain silent hidden behind their tree, thunder sounding in the distance. The sheriff sighs.
"Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I are going to have a serious conversation about something called invasion of privacy."
Scott and Charlotte make a run for it in the opposite direction of the search, and where they thought they came from. Thunder crashes and they hear the chirping of crickets, the rustling of bird's wings. Scott slips into a ditch. They hear a nearby growling.
"Charlotte, run!" Scott screams at her.
She runs, hearing Scott screaming and then the sound of pounding feet in the opposite direction. Scott's okay and he's running. She only makes it a short distance before she too falls, tripped by a loose tree root. She hits her head. Everything seems to become fuzzy. She's dizzy. However, despite her apparent concussion, she can still make out a pair of blood red eyes. Alongside a distinctly canine body. Her mind moves slowly, but she thinks it looks like a wolf. But that can't be right. There aren't any wolves in California. Are there? As her cloudy mind contemplates this, the wolf-like creature lunges at her, giving her scratches and cuts all over her body. As if she didn't have enough injuries. Seemingly pleased by its work, the wolf-like creature bounds off. Just as she fades into unconsciousness, she feels her body being lifted.
As he's out walking the woods, looking for signs of Laura, he hears a screaming in the distance. He also catches whiff of a smell. A metallic smell. Blood. He begins to run, part of him hoping it isn't Laura, the other part hoping it isn't someone else, who wouldn't be able to heal like they would. Following his noise, he catches sight of a brunette. She appears to be about 17, and obviously attacked. By the look of her cuts: long parallel lines, a werewolf did it. The Alpha. But there's something about her. Even the thought of what would happen if he left her, has his heartstrings being tugged. He didn't know they were still there. He seldom felt love. But it's obvious that he can't leave her there. He can't take her to a hospital either. They would ask too many questions. And… they wouldn't let him be with her… He decides to take her back to his place, to patch her up and keep an eye on her. He lifts her up, her weight feeling like nothing in his strong muscular arms.
Back at his place, he puts the girl in one of the only remaining habitable rooms: his. It's also the most habitable room. So little of his family home, and his family, is left because it all burned down six years ago. Laura is really the only family he had left, so he couldn't lose her. Except, thanks to the Alpha, he suspected he had.
But right now, he had to look after this girl, whoever she is. He felt sorry for her, an innocent girl who got on the wrong side of the Alpha. He carefully lays her down on his makeshift bed of pillows and blankets, a sense of protectiveness coming over him. He takes her clothes off, leaving her in her bra and panties, but there's nothing sexual about it. If he's going to tend to her injuries, it's what he has to do. He takes note of her injuries; a cut and developing bump on the back of her head. Explains why she's unconscious. Bruising all over her body. Well who knows how much of a fight she put up against the Alpha. She also has scrapes on the right side of her body. Makes sense since she appears to have fallen. And then there's the destruction the Alpha left on her beautiful body. Marks left in groups of four short parallel lines all over her left arm, stomach and back.
Derek gets a damp clean cloth to wash over her body and to remove the dried blood with. He's angry at the Alpha now. Well, more so than he was before at least, anyway. How could someone tarnish such a beautiful girls' body? She was petite, with lovely long brown hair.
As he's washing her, he notices how tense her stomach is. He applies a gentle pressure to it, and hears her gasp and heart rate go up. She must also have internal bruising. He takes some of her pain, and feels how strong it is, confirming his thoughts. She's in a lot of pain. She also seems to be starting to shiver. Of course she's cold! She's only in a bra and panties! How stupid of him!
Derek searches through his duffle bag, looking for something she could wear. He finds an old shirt and a pair of shorts. He'll have to go shopping soon to get bandages and clothes for her. He doesn't keep bandages since he doesn't have any use for them, so he'll have to get some for her.
He carefully dresses her and wraps her up in a blanket. He won't be able to go shopping until morning, so he lies down next to her and takes her pain.
Two days' pass. She stays unconscious as he changes her bandages and washes her, he coaxes her into drinking and eating soup. At least he got clothes for her, so she doesn't have to keep wearing his old ones. The last two days have been busy for him. Between caring for this girl, and keeping an eye on Scott, the new werewolf, Derek's been flat out.
Laura's gone. But there's nothing he can do about that now. Except keep others safe from the Alpha. Others like this girl.
As he's pondering this, he notices a change in her breathing. She must be waking up. He sits by her side, holding her hand and taking her pain, when she takes a deep breath and opens her eyes. Blue eyes are what he's met with. He'd wondered what colour her eyes were.
"Wher-where am I? Who-who are you?" Charlotte stutters out.
"I'm Derek Hale. I found you after you were attacked and brought you back to my place." Derek tells her softly. "Do you remember what happened?"
"The-there was a wolf!"
"OK. You hit your head pretty hard. You've been out for a couple days. Do you remember your name? Where you live?" Derek asked gently.
After asking her, Derek notices her heart rate pick up. She starts breathing heavily.
"How long have I been out for?" Charlotte asks.
"About 2 days" He replies
"Oh my god. No. I need to go. I have to get out of here." Charlotte says panicking.
"Whoa, whoa, it's ok. I'll take you home. It's alright." Derek tells her, soothing her and putting a hand on her arm comfortingly.
He holds her close to him, calming her down and rubbing her arm. "It's alright. It's ok." He soothes her.
"You didn't tell me. What's your name?" He gently asks.
"Charlotte" She sniffles into his shoulder.
"Charlotte" he says, trying it out. "You have a beautiful name Charlotte."
"Thanks." She hiccups.
He holds her for another moment when she says "I really need to go home. Now."
"Sure. What's your address?" He asks, and she tells him.
He stands up and holds a hand out to her. "C'mon. I'll take you."
They pull up outside her house in Derek's Camaro.
"Wait!" Derek calls to her as she's about to get out. He reaches over and shuffles around in the glovebox pulling out a pen and a bit of paper. He scribbles something on it and hands it to her.
"My phone number." He explains to her. "If you need anything call me. I don't care what time it is, or what you need. Call me." He tells her.
"Thank you" She whispers. "Goodbye, Derek."
She watches as he leaves. She doesn't need to see this. A few moments after his car disappeared from sight, she starts walking up the path. To the dreaded front door. To him.
As she walks in the front door she's hit with the stench of alcohol. Great. He's been drinking. And a lot by the smell of it. Charlotte thinks to herself. The next thing she sees is a fist coming towards her face. The mean right hook smashes into her cheek. She feels herself fall to the floor. "CHARLOTTE WALKER, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" Mr Walker screams at her.
"I – I'm sorry. I was -" Charlotte stuttered, trying to think of a way to explain to him what had happened.
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOUR REASON IS! YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED FOR THIS YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He screamed at her.
He then started to kick her in the stomach. She had learnt enough by now to know she needed to curl up into a ball to protect her vital organs. She hadn't been able to do it the other day, but she did this whenever she could. It didn't stop him though. It never did. He just kept kicking her wherever he could. And he did. Everywhere. Including on her head, which was still tender from her concussion, as well as her gashes from that strange animal. Derek, she thought as she continued to take the beating. I need to call Derek. As she thought this she heard a smash and felt glass rain over her. She didn't know what he broke, but she knew it was made of glass. She felt it. She felt the small shards make small and large incisions alike all over her body. Oh god, she thought to herself, it hurts. It hurts so much. The stinging sensations over her body felt like fire. Just as she was wondering if she could take any more, she heard and felt him leave. She could feel his presence leave the room.
She slowly and carefully, in so much pain, picked herself up off the ground. Derek, she thought to herself. Derek said to call him if I needed anything. Well, she thought to herself. If this doesn't count I don't know what does. She slowly made her way up to her room, careful to try not to agitate any of her wounds. She finally made it there, and dug out the piece of paper she had stuffed in her pocket earlier, beginning to feel light-headed. She brushed the feeling off. She grabbed her phone and dialled. Riiiing Riiiing, Riiiing Riiiing.
"Hello?" She heard his deep voice answer.
"Charlotte? What's wrong? What do you need?"
"I need help. My-my dad he-he…"
"Charlotte, hold on. I'll be right there."
"I-I don't feel so-so…" She says, fading into unconsciousness.
"Charlotte? Charlotte! Hold on! I'm coming! Charlotte!" Derek calls to her.