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TEEN WOLF
season one
❝Because in the end, when you lose somebody, every candle, every prayer is not going to make up for the fact that the only thing you have left is a hole in your life where that somebody you cared about used to be.❞

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VIVIENNE ADAMS was your typical loner–teenage drunk type. She didn’t show up to class much, hanging out on the bleachers by the lacrosse field, smoking most days. There weren’t many people she would call friends and she wasn’t exactly the kind to join any school clubs. But she wasn’t always like this. She was an outspoken, bubbly kid up until the fire that killed her family and friends. The one who did it still being at large. That would mess anybody up and cause them to shut out the world around them. Although when the body of Laura Hale turns up murdered and cut in half, she is pulled back into the supernatural world by an asthmatic newly turned werewolf and his spazzy, sarcastic best friend.

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CAST

Sophie Thatcher as Vivienne Adams

Darren Criss as Nicholas Gillis

Sara Waisglass as Mikayla Hale

The Teen Wolf Cast as Themselves

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PLAYLIST

□ Rehab - Amy Winehouse
Verse - I’m not gonna spend ten weeks and have everyone think I’m on the mend. And it’s not just my pride, it’s just ‘til these tears have dried.
□ We Hug Now -Sydney Rose
Verse- I have a feeling you got everything you wanted, and you’re not wasting time stuck here like me. You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me.
□ Ceilings - Lizzy Alpine
Verse- But it’s not real, and you don’t exist, and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed.
□ Honestly - Madison Bailey
Verse - Ignorance in bliss, a hopeful abyss. If you’ve never felt something, does it even exist? So, cover my eyes and plug my ears, make the whole world disappear.
□ I know the end - Phoebe Bridgers
Verse- I’ll find a new place to be from, a haunted house with a picket fence. To float around and ghost my friends. No, I’m not afraid to disappear, the billboard said ‘the end is near’.
□ Hotline - Billie Eilish
□ Someone to stay - Vancouver Sleep Clinic
Verse- You were alone, left out in the cold, clinging to the ruin of your broken home.
□ Piano Man - Billy Joel
Verse- He says, ‘Bill, I believe this is killing me’ as a smile ran away from his face. Well, I’m sure that I could be a movie star if I could get out of this place
□ Exit Music (for a film) - Radiohead
□ What was I made for - Billie Eilish
Verse- Think i forgot how to be happy, something I’m not, but something I can be, something i wait for, something i’m made for.
□ fourth of july - Sufjan Stevens
Verse- The evil, it spread like a fever ahead, it was night when you died, my firefly. What could I have said to raise you from the dead, oh could I be the sky on the fourth of July
□ Making the bed - Olivia Rodrigo
Verse- Push away all the people who know me the best, but it’s me who’s been making the bed.

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DISCLAIMER

This book contains use of mature language, alcoholism, drug use, sex, self harm, abuse and more, please read with your own discretion. I do not allow my book to be rewritten, copied or translated without my permission. I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters, I only own my characters and their storylines along with any other plot points I change.

Nicholas Gillis is made by Worlds_Okayest_Twink
Check out their side of the story.

❝This life will be good and beautiful, but not without heartbreak. In death comes peace, but pain is the cost of living. Like love, it’s how we know we’re alive.❞

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CHAPTER ONE

‘The Town Of Beacon Hills’

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BEACON HILLS WAS A QUIET TOWN FOR MOST PEOPLE. Most people who didn't know about the supernatural or all the messed-up things that have really happened in this town. They cruised through life, living in their big houses with their fancy jobs, and thinking the world revolved around them. How nice it would be to live in such a fantasy and not have to worry about anything but where their next vacation will be.

For Vivienne Adams, this was not her reality. She knew what really went down in Beacon Hills—how it was flooded with the supernatural, though no one knew—how the fire that burned her family and friends wasn't just an accident—that she had to live in constant fear of these monsters coming back and finishing the job.

She wished she lived a normal life. She would give anything to have her parents back and to be that happy, bubbly girl that she once was. But unfortunately, that would never happen. Because she wasn't born into a normal life. And she had to go through every single day, being stared at and gawked at like she was some circus animal.

Being ten years old and losing the only family you ever had, well, that sucked. Being spared her life, only to be filled with grief and unimaginable pain at such a young age… Yeah, she would have rather died in that fire.

It was safe to say she wasn't the most outgoing person in the world now. She was a loner, an outcast in every form of society there was. But, well, she couldn't blame anyone but herself for that. She had never tried. To make friends, to join school groups, even to be social at her place of work. Vivienne closed herself off to almost everyone.

Except for Nicholas.

He had taken her in when her parents had died. Without him, god knows where she may have ended up. In the foster system, on the streets, it was anybody's guess. Vivienne had to live off the kindness of one of her parents’ friends to be raised. And although she grew a strong attachment to the man, it still didn't stop her from pushing him away at times.

She worked at the music store he had opened, Just For The Record, and lived with him above it. It was there she found her love for music and art, spending most of her free time locked in her room writing lyrics. And although Vivienne dreamed of pursuing a career, her ambition and confidence were at a striking low. And why wouldn't it be? She felt like her life had zero meaning.

Vivienne woke up every morning, went to school, went to work, showered, slept, and repeated. Her soul felt like a part of it was missing. And although Nicholas encouraged her to pursue music, she just felt ashamed. Ashamed that she was able to have a choice, to live her life while so many others had theirs ripped away from them.

Maybe she was being overdramatic. She probably was. But Vivienne felt like she'd never find peace, that she wouldn't be able to put her family to rest. And until she could, she felt her life was at a standstill. 

As she puts her hands in her pockets, she walks off the school bus, her eyes staying on the pavement. Her dirty blonde hair shimmered in the sun, her headphones covering the strands partially. A black sweater covered her, resting atop some washed-out Grey jeans. She wore dirty, ripped-up Converse and was covered in all sorts of silver jewelry. And as music blasted in her ear, she made her way up the path and toward the front doors of the school.

A sigh leaves her lips as she tugs on the bag that was on her shoulder, walking toward her locker, which was just beside the music room. Lucky for her since it was her first class of the day. It was good for her in a way, since she got to start the day with something she liked. But it was also bad since she would then have to suffer the rest of her classes until the school day finished. Exactly why she hardly ever made it to her last class.

Opening her locker, Vivienne just put her chemistry textbook inside before grabbing her notebook for music. She heard laughter behind her, and as she turned her head, she noticed Lydia and Jackson talking to some girl she had never seen before. Vivienne watched as Lydia smiled at something the girl said before turning to Jackson and making Vivienne practically gag in her mouth.

How people got away with making out in the school hallways, she would never understand.

Rolling her eyes with a shake of her head, Vivienne just shuts her locker before heading into her class. She was usually pretty early, wanting time to write some before the lesson actually started. Nicholas was her teacher; thankfully, she knew any other person would most likely have no idea what they were talking about. At least that's what she thought of the past teachers who tried to tell her anything about music.

She gave a small smile to Nicholas, who stood near his desk while he prepared for this morning's lesson. He smiled back, although they didn't converse much inside of school. Vivienne just wasn't much of a social person while she was in school, not even toward teachers. She would talk only if asked a question, never raising her hand or going up to the teachers to talk. And Nicholas knew this, keeping their conversations for when they were at home.

As minutes flew by and people started to pile into the classroom, Vivienne paid no mind to them as she doodled on the page in front of her. Her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her eyes slightly hooded as she felt last night's lack of slumber catch up with her.

“Those are really good.”

Vivienne was caught off guard. Mainly cause she didn't think the person was talking to her. But much to her surprise, as she turned her head to the right, she saw the girl Lydia had been talking to standing beside her. She simply blinked, staring up at her and not making any move to accept the compliment.

“I'm Allison, I just transferred here.” She says with a smile on her face. Vivienne let her gaze wander around for a second, as if thinking that would make Allison move her conversation elsewhere. 

Allison seemed to notice the awkwardness and how Vivienne didn't seem to be much of a talker. She cleared her throat as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and kept the smile forced on her face. “Well, uh, just wanted to say your drawings are really good.” Allison tells her before turning and sitting down at the desk beside her.

Not even giving a second glance, Vivienne looked back at her paper, moving her arm to sort of block the view before continuing what she was doing. Allison seemed a bit on edge, probably not used to someone just blatantly ignoring her, but Vivienne was used to people forgetting her existence, and honestly, she liked it that way.

As more people filter in, Danny enters the classroom, whistling lowly as he heads towards his usual desk. But as he gets closer, he stops as he sees an unfamiliar face sitting in the chair. Allison looks up, noticing him standing there.

He simply flicks his eyes to Vivienne, who doesn't even look up from her page. “That's Danny's seat.” She says bluntly. Allison was silent, seeming embarrassed.

As she collects her things and stands up to go to another seat, Danny smiles as he sits down in the now-empty chair. He places his book on the table before nudging Vivienne's foot with his own. He can see a glimpse of a smile form on her lips before she was once again immersed in her music.

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As Vivienne walked along the lacrosse field in order to get to the shortcut back home, she kept her head down as she heard the shouts from the players on the field. It was tryouts, and she was really not trying to get in the middle of all that testosterone. Especially since Jackson seemed to have it out for her for some reason.

Everytime she saw him, he was shouting comments at her or loudly talking about her with his jock friends. He knew better than to actually go near her though because he knew Coach would be on his ass. She just wish he would leave her the fuck alone. Vivienne couldn't understand why he kept bothering her.

“Vivienne.” Her headphones were taken off her head suddenly, which made her furrow her eyebrows. She was about to snatch them back from whoever stole them, only to see that it was Coach standing next to her.

His eyebrows were raised, and he just looked at her expectantly. “Try lowering the volume so you can actually hear. Honestly, you're just begging to get kidnapped.” He mutters with a shake of his head. Vivienne takes the headphones back from him.

“Did you need something?” She asks him curiously.

“There's a new vinyl coming into the store, limited edition, for the band Fleetwood Mac. Think you can grab it for me?”

“You mean not put it on the shelf so no one else can buy it?” Vivienne retorts, raising an eyebrow as she tilts her head. Coach stares at her momentarily.

“Basically, yeah.” He responds, shrugging his shoulders.

“And you didn't ask Nic, why?”

There was silence between them, and Vivienne couldn't help but smirk. “He said no, didn't he?” She asks him.

“He's being a cheap asshole, thats what.” Coach tells her, and Vivienne shakes her head.

“Whatever, he can't fire me anyway.” Vivienne points out, making the man laugh as he clasps his hand on her shoulder.

“And that is why you're my favourite student.” He informs her, but she looks at him unconvinced.

“That's a lie. It's Danny.”

“You got me there.” Coach told her without skipping a beat.

“Anything else?”

“Nah, unless you wanna talk some sense into the boys. None of them can aim for shit this year.” He explains to her, looking at the boys on the field. She snorts, crossing her arms against her chest.

“Could they in previous years?” Vivienne teases, and Coach scoffs.

“Not Greenburg, I can tell you that.” He mumbles. Vivienne smiles before putting her headphones back on her ears.

“See you later, Coach.” She tells him with a small wave, which he gives back.

Walking down the field, she sighs, turning her music back on. Vivienne didn't pay attention to what was happening on the field. In retrospect, she probably should have looked more where she was going, but since when could people not use their eyes and see someone right in front of them?

As she looks up, she is just in time to see someone bashing into her. Her phone drops from her hand as the harsh impact hits her chest. Vivienne clenches her jaw a bit as she rolls her eyes. The person backed up a bit, going to reach down for her phone, but she grabbed it before they could.

“S-sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't see you.”

Vivienne hears the apology, but she couldn't care less for it. She sighs as she brushes off the dirt from her phone and makes sure it wasn't more cracked than it already was.

“Yeah, that part was clear.” She mumbles, finally glancing up at the culprit. Vivienne recognized him from a few of her classes. Niles? Miles? Eh, it was something along that line. She didn't care enough to actually learn it.

“You have some dirt on you, let me just–” Stiles began to put his hand on her arm to brush it off, but quickly deserted that task when he saw the glare set on her face. “--Not do anything. Uh, I'll just stand right here.” He finishes, clearing his throat. Scott was just looking at him awkwardly.

Vivienne doesn't say anything, she simply walks past them, her shoulder brushing against Stiles’. She places her hands inside her pockets as she heads toward the gate.

Stiles frowns lightly as his eyes follow her for a moment. He hadn't meant to bump into her and felt really bad that he did. But it didn't seem like that mattered for her. As he looks toward his best friend, Scott just shook his head a bit before grabbing Stiles’ arms and pulling him toward the school.

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Walking through the doors of the music store, Vivienne rubs her face as she decompresses from another fun day at school. Honestly, she wasn't looking forward to two more years at the retched school. She would be quite satisfied if she never had to sit through one more boring math lesson or a reading of Shakespeare. 

The door had been locked, so she figured Nicholas wasn't home yet. Setting her things on the back counter, she runs a hand through her hair as she turns to start setting up the cash. She hums to herself as she counts the float, making sure all the money is there.

After setting up the music and beginning to stock a few things, she pulls out the rolled blunt of weed from her bag along with her lighter.

Leaning against one of the shelves, she lets out a sigh as she brings it to her lips, taking a long drag. Letting her head fall back for a minute, she closes her eyes. That was until she heard the front door open. Waving her hand in the air to hopefully clear some of the smoke, she quickly hides the blunt, although it was clear that Nicholas had already caught her.

“Y'know, Viv, smoking isn't very good for you.”He tells her. Vivienne acts oblivious as she puts her hands behind her back, tilting her head.

“I'm not smoking.” She denies as she gives him a sheepish smile.

“I don't mind you smoking weed, just not in the store, please. People notice that kind of stuff.” Nicholas said, rubbing his temples a bit, seeming like he wasn't up for having an argument.

“It's just weed. It's not like I'm killing anyone with cigarettes, if anything, they'll be less of a fucking bitch to us. Besides, most of our customers are stoners and hippies.” Vivienne explains to him with a roll of her eyes. “And so what? People have made up their minds about me a long time ago.” Mumbling the last part, her eyes go to the ground, bringing the blunt out from behind her back and back up to her lips.

“Just not inside. Please.” 

Vivienne felt a bit annoyed as she blew out another puff of air. “So, it's gonna be a bit smelly, not like I'll start a fire.” She snaps, heading toward the front door. 

“Since you're here anyway, I'll leave you in charge, I'm gonna go and get groceries.”

Vivienne stops, tilting her head back, but she turns to face the man. “Fine. If I can finish this.” She retorts, raising an eyebrow as she gestures to the blunt that rests between her two fingers.

“Yeah, ok, whatever. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Need anything from the store?” Nicholas asks the girl, who thinks to herself for a moment.

“Uh, I guess I'm almost out of popcorn. And can we do curry tonight? I'm really craving

garlic Naan.” Vivienne pleads with a now small smile on her face.

“Yeah, sure, I'm starving anyway. Chicken Curry good with you? Cause that's what I'm getting.”

“Wow, so many choices,” Vivienne says sarcastically before laughing a little bit. “Yeah, that's fine.” She tells him.

Once Nicholas was gone, Vivienne settled herself back behind the counter as she pulled her blunt back to her mouth. She knew he wasn't going to really say anything to her, he never really got mad at her. Well, if he did, he never showed it. Vivienne wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that he had only raised her because of what happened to her family, or maybe that just wasn't his parenting style.

Either way, she knew what she could and couldn't get away with. Although she knew she could press his buttons sometimes.

As the doorbell chimes, she lets out another puff of air. “Welcome to Just For The Record. Let me know if you need anything.” She says, her voice relatively friendly, but it was clear she was just there cause of responsibility.

“I know I'm not seeing weed in your hand right now.” Vivienne snaps her head up, noticing Sheriff Stilinski is standing by the front door. See, Nicholas, she could get it past. Him , not so much.

“It's medicinal, I have a prescription.”

“Mhm, can I see it?” He asks her, even though she knew that he didn't believe her.

“I'll put it out.” She says, getting up from her seat.”

“Yeah, you do that.”

As she gets up to go throw the blunt out, she notices Stiles lurking behind his father as Sheriff Stilinski walks further into the store. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and seemed to want to be anywhere else. But as soon as he saw her, his mood shifted drastically, and his eyes lit up.

Though all she did was walk past him in order to put the blunt out. When she closes the door, she simply moves back to the CDs she was stocking.

“Just you tonight?” Sheriff Stilinski asks her curiously.

“Nicholas went out to get groceries.”

He nodded his head before his eyes moved to his son. “You know my son, Stiles?” He questioned, and Stiles seemed awkward, not knowing if he should wave or something.

Stiles . So that was his name.

“I know he has a lack of direction,” Vivienne responds. Sheriff Stilinski just raises an eyebrow at his son, whose cheeks turn pink, looking anywhere but at them.

“I've known that for years now.” He mumbles, shaking his head before moving to see what was new in stock.

Vivienne focuses on her task at hand, humming to the music playing overhead. Stiles rocked back and forth on his feet, glancing around the store as he chewed at his bottom lip.

He looks back at where his dad was a few feet from them before edging toward Vivienne. She seemed to notice this, looking a bit weirded out as she glanced at him. The look on her face did not strike confidence in Stiles, but when did his brain ever stop anything his mouth was going to say.

“I'm sorry again for running into you.” He apologizes sheepishly. Vivienne simply looks back at the shelf in front of her. Stiles rubs the back of his neck. “I-i don't know if you know me, I sit behind you in Biology. I'm always the one tapping my pencil on my desk– you always smell like that uh, Fruity perfume–” His eyes bulged out of his head as he realized what he had said.

“Not that I'm smelling you or anything, I'm not. But it's not because you smell bad or anything– i just sit so close that it wafts in my general direction, you know?”

Vivienne listened to him ramble, biting the inside of her cheek as she hoped to tune him out a bit.

“And now you think I'm a creep.” Stiles mutters underneath his breath, closing his eyes momentarily. But as a lack of response comes from Vivienne, he hits his hands against his legs, awkwardly turning. “Nice job, Stiles. Make her hate you even more.” He tells himself, moving back toward where his father was.

“You two friends?” Sheriff Stilinski wonders as he has noticed his son talking with her. Well, he didn't seem to notice that Vivienne had completely ignored him.

“We know each other, you know, in the same classes,” Stiles says, and his father only nods. He hoped to get out of the store soon, wanting to crawl into bed and never come out.

Luckily, his dad didn't seem to find anything he wanted. “Well, you have a good rest of your night, Vivienne. And don't be smoking again, okay?” He says, giving her a warning.

“Yes, sir.” She replies with a light smile, nodding her head. Sheriff Stilinski heads to the door as Vivienne stands back up.

Stiles ducks his head since he has to pass her in order to leave. But before he could get there, he heard her say something.

“Chemistry.”

This causes him to stop, being a bit confused as he turns to her. She still doesn't look at him, picking up a box from the floor.

“What?” Stiles asks, needing her to repeat it. 

“You sit behind me in chemistry.” Vivienne corrects him before heading toward the counter. Stiles was caught off guard, blinking a few times as he watched her. 

“Stiles.” He hears his father call. Stiles licks his bottom lip, sparing one final gaze at Vivienne before leaving the store and letting the door close behind him.

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Vivienne lies on her bed, ACDC blasting throughout her room as she stares at the song sheet in front of her. A pen sits between her lips, her feet kicking above her. A long sigh leaves her lips as she throws her head down. Why can't it be easy to come up with lyrics to a song?

Rolling over, she jumps off of her bed, moving toward her backpack. As she opens it, she sees the vodka bottle she stashed inside. Taking it out, she pops the lid and takes a long drink from it. It was the only thing to silence all the noise in her head, and honestly, one of the things that allowed her to fall asleep. 

As she goes to sit back on her bed, she hears a creaking outside. She stops in her place, glancing toward the window. Her eyes narrow as she takes a step toward it, looking out into the dark night. It was then she saw blue glowing eyes looking back at her.

It couldn't be.

Putting the bottle back in her bag, she opens her door and makes her way toward the stairs. Rushing through the store and outside, she looks around for any sign of a person. Vivienne partially thinks she may have imagined them.

Until the sound of footsteps came from behind her. As she turned, Derek was standing right in front of her, only he was a bit older than the last time she saw him.

Her family was best friends with the Hales, both having died in the gruesome fire six years ago. Derek was one of the only ones left in his family as well. He had always been someone she looked up to, until he disappeared.

“Derek.”

“Hi, Vivi,” Derek responds with a warm smile on his face.

Vivienne was glad to see him. This meant that he had been okay. That he hadn't gotten himself killed. But that didn't mean she wasn't angry with him.

A slap echoed through the night. Derek felt his cheek sting a little bit before it faded. “Okay, i deserved that.” He admits with a sigh, looking back at the teenager.

“Hi?” She says with a scoff. “You disappear for six years and all you have to say is hi?” Vivienne asks him as she pushes him back slightly. Derek looks down at the ground.

“I can explain.”

“Great. Cause I'd love to know why you suddenly abandoned me after our families were murdered .” Vivienne says angrily. Derek seemed ashamed, but nothing else came from his mouth. “You were like family to me, Derek. And you just left so easily.” She tells him, shaking her head.

“It wasn't easy.” Derek denies. 

“Sure seemed like it.” She snaps back at him.

“Look, I can stand here and tell you how sorry I am and where I've been, or I can tell you why I'm back,” Derek states, and she furrows her eyebrows.

“What are you talking about?” Vivienne asks him, wondering what reason other than to see her would he be back in Beacon Hills.

“Did you hear about the body?”

“Everyone heard about the body.” She responds with a roll of her eyes. It's all anyone could talk about.

“Someone killed her to bring me back here,” Derek informs her, but it only confuses Vivienne more.

“What are you talking about? Why would you care about some random person who was killed?” 

“Because it wasn't a random person,” Derek says, his eyes sad. “It was Laura.” That name hit her like a truck. The woman had been the only one to really check in on her over the years. What did he mean she was dead?

“Very funny, Derek. You can tell me the real reason now.” Vivienne says with a scoff, crossing her arms.

“I found her… I found the other half of the body. They cut her in half, taunted me with her to bring me back.” 

Vivienne saw the emotion in his eyes. And Derek was not one to get emotional. Her heartbeat quickened as she heard what he had said. Someone had cut Laura in half?

“No.” Her voice cracks a little as she shakes her head.

“She's dead.” 

“Why?” Vivienne asks. “Was it the same people who… who started the fire?” She wonders but Derek only sighs.

“I don't know.” He admits. “All I know is there's an alpha in town who just bit and turned a new beta,”  Derek explains to her.

“An alpha?” She questions. “Does Nic know?” Vivienne asks, but she sees the look that flashed across Derek's face. “Right, you haven't talked to him cause that would be awkward.” She sang songs, making the man glare at her. “Or have you. Resolved that awkward sexual tension.” Vivienne adds.

“Vivi.”

“Am I wrong?” She retorts, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Look, I'm just warning you to keep a lookout, okay?” Derek tells her, and she nods her head.

“Okay. I'll be careful.” Vivienne assures him. Suddenly, he looked confused before his face turned accusatory.

“Were you drinking?”

“Nope.” Vivienne lies, and he just narrows his gaze.

“You know I can smell it, right?” He asks her with a scoff.

“Try telling me how to live my life and see what happens.” She retorts before turning and heading back inside. Derek sighs but doesn't stop her, simply shaking His head and turning to walk down the street.

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Sitting on the bench near the Lacrosse field, Vivienne drinks from her bottle as she stares at the empty field. She was supposed to be in math class right now, but she barely had motivation for school before, let alone when she found out Laura was murdered.

She felt like life really had it out for her. Vivienne couldn't believe that even after years, people were still after the people she called her family. That people could possibly be after her.

Vivienne didn't get it. The reason to go on through life when you've already lost so much so young. It seemed like an endless tidal wave being pushed her wa,y and there was no way out of it.

It didn’t help that no one seemed to understand how she felt.

Hearing someone clear their throat, she looks over to see Nicholas standing near the bench. Vivienne sighs, glancing away from him. “I'm not in the mood to talk.” She denies as she clenches her jaw a bit.

“Yeah, ok, I don't really care cause this is important. I'm even looking past the fact that you're skipping again.” Nicholas tells her, and she doesn't even look at the man.

“Wow, lucky me,” Vivienne responds with a roll of her eyes.

“Ok, look. Derek's back in town.” Vivienne freezes as she hears his name. “I don't know why, but he is, and I kind of hate it.” He tells her, and she looks down at the bottle in her hand. “You already know, don't you? Did he fucking break in last night? Cause after dinner, you just went straight to your room.” He points out.

“God, he didn't break in.” Vivienne groans with a scoff. “I saw blue eyes outside, so I went to check if it was him.” She explains to him, finally glancing in his direction. “Maybe you should give him a bit of a break, I mean, his sister was just murdered.” She snaps, taking another drink. Nicholas choked a bit on the air.

“Woah, Woah, woah! I'm sorry, what?! Was it Cora or Laura? I mean, neither are good, but you know what I mean.”

“Apparently someone killed Laura and cut her in half to lure Derek back to Beacon Hills,” Vivienne explains, her eyes a bit sad as they cast down toward the ground. “And that isn't even the worst part.” She admits, sniffling ever so slightly.

“According to Derek, there's an alpha in town, and he turned a new beta. He doesn't know who it is, but I'm guessing all the ‘animal’ attacks have been the alpha.” She explains to him, leaning forward a bit.

“Fucking hell… just my luck,” Nicholas responds as he rubs his temples. Vivienne just put the bottle back in her bag as it was practically empty. “Okay, no, it's fine. I'll get a hold of Derek and we'll figure something out. But I want you to stay out of this. You're only sixteen, this shouldn't be something you need to be worrying about.” He explained to her, and she could only glare back at him.

“Stay out of it? Derek told me about this, not you. I'm not just gonna sit back and watch more of my family get killed.” She snaps at him. “Besides, Betas are usually young. I'd have a better chance at finding out who it is. I'm useful, I'm not just some little kid anymore.” Vivienne tells him, not about to be put on the sidelines.

“Yeah, well, he shouldn't have asked that! You are, in fact, still a kid and I'm your guardian! Alphas aren't a walk in the park, Viv. You need to let the adults handle this.” Nicholas snaps back at her, and she clenches her jaw, standing up from the bench.

“I am sixteen. You can't keep telling me what to do. You're not my dad and you never will be so can you just leave me the fuck alone and stop acting like you're in charge of my life? It's my life.” Vivienne states harshly as she stares back at the man. “And I’m gonna do what I want and there's nothing you can do about it, okay?” With this, she turns and heads down the field back toward the school, not even sparing the man a second glance, and not seeing the red eyes piercing through the trees, watching the interaction between them.

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Walking down the street, Vivienne honestly didn't know where she was walking. She just didn't want to go home yet. She didn't want to see Nicholas yet. Vivienne knew she should be grateful, Nicholas took her i,n and all, but that didn't mean she couldn't decide her own life. He took care of her but he wasn't her dad, and he never will be.

She wraps her arms around herself as she brings her blunt up to her mouth. Vivienne honestly felt like she had nobody. Nobody could truly understand her anyways. Laura tried. And she was one who got the closest.

But she was gone now. As was everybody else. Guess that's what happened in life, you lose the ones you love and they just leave a gaping hole where they once were. 

Blowing out the smoke, she scoffs as she shakes her head. Of course, Derek came back now, only to be the bearer of bad news. When didn't Vivienne get bad news? When has her life ever been normal? Not even when she was little, because well, her family was best friends with werewolves and her parents weren't exactly normal themselves.

Hearing the bushes rustling beside her, Vivienne didn't really pay any mind to it, thinking it was just the wind. She was only down the block from the music store, recognizing the fountain nearby. Seems like she didn't go that far after all.

A small growl gets her attention. Vivienne stops, looking around the deserted area, with nothing but the night sky and the street lights in front of her. She narrows her gaze. Maybe it was Derek testing her? He always did that when they were younger.

She decided to keep walking, ignoring the sound. Vivienne turned off her music just to be safe, though, letting the blunt fall to the floor as she stepped on it. Putting her hands in her pockets, she walks a bit faster, making sure to keep an eye on her surroundings.

Another growl echoes out. Vivienne keeps walking, hoping it's not what she thinks it was. What Derek had warned her about.

She sees the music store just ahead, so she goes to cross the street. As soon as she gets to the other side, she looks back at the bushes, only to see red eyes staring back at her. Vivienne's eyes go wide as she backs up a bit.

But as quickly as they were there, they were gone. She blinks a few times, looking around. But she doesn't give the alpha any time to sneak over to her, rushing toward the music store and going inside, slamming the door behind not.

Not seeing the pair of red eyes that followed her all the way in.

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