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( 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ) their old home

   'wolf moon'

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"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS." Alyssa complained, as her brother, Derek, pulled up outside of their burnt down childhood home, "We're staying here?" She asked him.

She looked at the old house that used to be her favourite place in the world, falling to pieces. The entire structure of the house had slowly decayed over the last six years, as well as ivy growing along the old beams and holes that had taken place in the front of the house.
It made the house look haunted, to the point where no one would dare come close to the property.
Neither of the Hale's wanted to be back here, but they had to find their sister, so, Beacon Hills it is.

Derek may not be as upset about having to stay here, but Alyssa was actually present when the fire broke out, she has very little memory of it, but it's there. She vaguely remembered her uncle Peter getting her out, he had saved her life.

"It's just temporary." Derek told her, as he got out of the car to get the suitcases from the boot.
Alyssa sighed and followed suit, before stretching out her limbs from being in the car for too long. Derek looked back at her with a bitch face, "Maybe, if we didn't have to stop for your hair dye, we wouldn't have had to sit in the car for so long." He spoke, earning an eye roll from his sister, "I don't know what your obsession is with your hair colour."

Alyssa shrugged, "I like the colour, so what?" She asked, before shoving past Derek.

Before entering the house with her belongings, Alyssa stood on the old, wooden porch, gazing at her old home. It held too many memories of her family relatives that were now dead.
Living as a werewolf was a hard life; always being hunted and threatened by hunters, along with trying to keep in control during every single full moon. Her family were well known in the Supernatural world, as the Hales.

The hunters who were called the 'Argents' were the ones who had started the fire that completely wiped out her whole family, humans and children in all. But they didn't care about that, as long as the got rid of any werewolf they could.

Alyssa and Derek had been arguing the whole journey to Beacon Hills, on who got to pick the music. She had given up after an hour of switching the radio back and fourth, and put her headphones in to block out her obnoxious brother.
This was why they needed to find Laura; she let Alyssa get away with almost everything.

Alyssa and her brother were very similar, only she smiled a lot more. It was rare to get Derek to crack a smile.
Alyssa was genuinely a nicer person; the house fire didn't completely ruin her like it did with him.

By the time Alyssa had nearly gotten all of her bags inside the house, Derek was trying to get rid of the left over debris that the fire had left behind, she gathered that there was no point, due to the fact that the whole house was destroyed beyond repair.
Alyssa had gone out to get her last bag from Derek's black Camaro, when she saw something that made her stop in her tracks and gasp.

In the distance, to the left of the house, was their sister, Laura.
Only it wasn't the way that they were hoping to find her; it was her upper body. Her lower body was nowhere in sight.

She was dead. And her body had been torn in half.