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Beacon Hills AU

WELCOME TO BEACON HILLS

Beacon Hills is a small town in the Northern part of California. It was once a thriving town that has fallen into disrepair. It is also, currently, the scene of a supernatural battle that has only just begun.

This is an AU Beacon Hills set during season 1 at this time. What's the same? Most things in this verse are set in Beacon Hills. All of the events up until the first episode are the same except one thing. It was Laura who was left a charred mess in the basement after trying to save her family, and Peter that took Derek from Beacon Hills before they were found by the hunters.

Now, six years later, things are going dark in the town. Someone has been killing people, and the power of the family is in turmoil.

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Laura is pretty much where Peter was. Angry. Violent. Looking to take revenge on those that took her life from her. What do we already know about this verse?

* Peter and Derek were alive when Laura woke up
* Kate still seduced Derek to get the information about the pack
* Laura, in seeking to restart her pack, has bitten both Scott... and Stiles
* Laura is the Hale alpha

Is Peter alive or dead? We don't know. Maybe Laura has been alpha this whole time, alive but unable to act on it. Is Cora in South America? Maybe. This is pretty open right now. If interested, let me know.

Taken Characters:

* Laura Hale
* Scott McCall
* Stiles Stilinski
* Derek Hale
* Chris Argent

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"You are part of it. Just like we all were. You can not just bury your head in the sand and pretend your family wasn't murdered. You were raised to be more of a man than that," she said, stumbling back but staying on her feet.

Then she laughed at him. "You lie. Just to me or to yourself? You were never there for me. You left me to rot in a bed. Were you hoping I'd die and peter would become alpha?" She paused, arching a brow. "Or is he already dead and you're here to become alpha yourself?"

"So what, the seventeen years before don't matter at all?" He kept his distance, watching her carefully and no answering the next part.

"And I don't pretend. I remember what I lost every day. But Mom didn't raise me look for revenge. She taught me to think about my actions and what it would do in the long run."

Scott wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he let the creepy lady help him up and then he took like, five steps back away from her. He winced as he touched his side, because still.... ow?

"You still haven't told me what this even is!"

"Apparently not," she said, staring at him seriously suddenly, all humor gone from her face. "Not if you plan to desert me and your pack family just like that," she said with a snap of her fingers. "Which apparently pack means nothing compared to what? College? Some cute coed? Is that it?"

She sounded hurt, pained as she snorted. "Guess I shouldn't have expected much more, huh? I'm only your sister and your alpha and what remains of your family. What is that compared to college girls in shorts on birth control," she snarled, rolling her eyes. "Family's nothing, right?"

Again that stare. "Your actions, in inaction, will mean that more families die. That doesn't matter though, right?"

"This is me granting you your dreams, Scott. You have no reason to trust me. Wait until tomorrow though, and then we'll talk. You should go home," she said, waving a hand at him. "Go on now, before your friends come looking for you."

There is a dark growl there, because sorry, sister, your brother's got relationship issues and the coeds are very upset that he is very much into his books and not their breasts.

"So what, you run around making new wolves and want me to just slide back in and act like this is normal. Blackmail me and use words like family and pack because you're not getting what you want? You make all these assumptions about me, but face it, Laura, you don't know me as well as you think, and don't try to pretend you do."

"I want you to help me rebuild," she said, dark eyes narrowed, staring at him as she folded her arms over her chest. "I'm using the truth, but I can see where you don't want to face your truth, Derek. You know the one I'm talking about, right?"

She moved a step closer to him. "The one where you deserted me to die. I checked the books. Did you even consider coming back or just kiss me goodbye and sail off to college to enjoy yourself? How long before you ditched Peter?"

She paused, arching a brow. "Is he even alive, Derek? Or did you see him dead as well? I mean, you say I don't know you and you're right. Because you abandoned me. You abandoned your family and your pack and you want me to give you my blessing to just run off and pretend you're not a Hale? Do you even still have our name, or did you get rid of that too?"

Yeah, that pretty much pushed Derek's anger over the control level, and he's going to snarl and jump at his sister, claws out and pissed off puppy planning on making a point.

Yep, that was the level she wanted. She wanted him pushed, to let it out. She wanted to see the man he was and the one he could be.

The claws caught her in the shoulder, and she snarled. Even as she grabbed him by the shirt, spinning and throwing him hard against the wall. She moved in instantly, pouncing on him and aiming a fist for his throat. It wouldn't kill him but it would damn well slow him down.

"You denied me," she growled, voice low and her eyes blazing red.

Derek gasped, trying to talk but all he managed to do was cough. "Protecting... you." He got out in strangled coughs.

She snorted, eyes narrowing. One hand came down on his throat, using it to hold him as her claws curled against his skin. Not even holding back on the punch she aimed at his jaw.

"Protecting me from what? Being loved? Being shown I still had a pack? What did leaving me to listen to their screams day in and day out do, Derek? What would it do to you?" She demanded to know, hitting him again. "Now, imagine me doing this for the next six years, Derek. Torturing you every day, because it's what you did to me!"

The reports had been impossible to ignore and once Allison had returned to college after winter break; Chris had packed up and flown back to the one place he didn't want to be.

Beacon Hills.

The town itself didn't look all that different. Stores had changed, but the town itself felt almost the same. He'd chosen the residence carefully, the house large enough for himself and others, if they were needed, and stored his collection.

By nightfall, he was in the woods, following familiar paths to the wreckage that remained of the Hale house. He stood there for a moment, the remnants vanishing as he saw the house that had been there.

The people who'd lived there. He'd had no quarrel with them directly, and after Victoria had been killed, his only concern had been taking Allison away. They'd been across the country when the fire happened.

Allison didn't even know about it, and he intended to keep it that way. The wood creaked as he moved up the steps, one hand pushing the door open.

So much in Laura's mind came from one night. A single night six years ago when so much she loved and cherished was taken from her. Fire and pain and screams haunted her day and night.

Yet it wasn't the only thoughts that haunted her.

There was thoughts of her family, happy and close knit and sharing so much. There was school. There was Peter and then Derek being basketball stars, and Laura on Dean's list and a concert violinist. There were the kids she tutored, and the friends she knew.

And there was the man that made her heart race. Someone whose smile still haunted her, as much as her knowledge of who and what he was.

He had left Beacon Hills before the fire, after his wife had died, but she knew he had been back. She had memories of him there, in the hospital, talking to her when she couldn't talk back.

She hadn't expected him to return though. Even with the signs she had left to lure Peter and Derek back. Yet here he was. She had heard the truck, and then it was his scent that stepped through the door. She thought to turn, to slip out a window.

Instead she came to the top of the stairs, watching him with her heart feeling like it was lodged in her throat.

She was older than he remembered, taller than the girl she had been when he'd left, physically healed from the damage done by the fire. and he couldn't quite look away, look past her. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, his grip on the gun tightening almost imperceptibly as he stared up at her.

And it was a moment before he found his voice, forced himself to step back into the role he'd left behind years before so that when he spoke, his voice gave nothing away.

"...You know why I'm here."

Maybe it was the tone, or the hand at his hip, but Laura tensed, folding her arms over her chest. She stared down the length of the steps at him, wishing anyone but Chris Argent had come. She knew hunters would hear of it, but why him?

"Take your hand off the weapon, Chris. There's nothing left here but memories and death."

Taking a breath, forcing herself to move, she started slowly down the stairs.

"And you're here because there's been signs of an alpha poaching in Beacon Hills. Trust me. They'll move on. This is Hale territory." She smiled tightly at him. "How long did you know about my family? I didn't know about yours until after Victoria died," she admitted.

"Does it matter when I found out?" He kept his voice even, although his grip loosened, even if he didn't holster the gun as she walked down the steps.

"I shouldn't even be here, but my time off expired." There was a hint of bitterness under the words. "Allison's gone to college and I'm still an Argent.

And these attacks, they're not just poaching, are they, Laura?"

"It matters to me," she said, staring directly at him. "You had to have known when you came to the hospital," she added, letting him know she knew. "I was there, some of it. I could hear and see some things. I couldn't move though. Not until a few months ago."

She paused just a few steps above him, showing the first hint of real emotion she had since she woke up that wasn't anger and pain. And she was trying hard to hide it.

"And what? You just volunteered to come here? Hoping to find Derek or Peter?" She sounded almost hurt, and hating it showed in her tones.

"They're..." She paused, hating to lie to him but then she shook her head. "The truth is in who is asking me. Argent the hunter, or Chris the man that gave me my first true, real kiss. Tell me who's asking."

"...I'm sorry you went through that." Chris exhaled, holstered his gun and let his hands drop to his sides. The words hit hard and he couldn't quite muster the old attitude.

Not right now, not when they were alone. "I was hoping to find someone unrelated to your family. That sign isn't exclusive to the Hale pack.

But I'm wrong, aren't I, Laura?" He looked up, his eyes meeting hers.

"...Tell me that it's one of the others. Someone else with a grudge against this town, against people here."

"I'm sorry most of my family died, screaming and begging the hunters that locked us in to please let them out. If you found me, then you know, Chris. You know they weren't all wolves..." She paused, fixing him with a hard look. "And you know we were peaceful. You, of all people, know that," she said, taking those last two steps until she was standing on the riser just above him.

"One of the others? Would it be better that you're here to kill my family than me? I don't see you or the others going after the hunters that killed them. You had six years. Six years to stop them but they're all out there. The insurance investigator that covered it up. The teacher that gave them the accelerate. And the hunters that stood there and watched and laughed. No one came to stop them, but two people die, a deer is slaughtered, and suddenly you're here to do what? Bury me?"

It hurt saying it, closing her eyes briefly and hating herself for that show of pain.

"You would help kill what remains of my family because murderers answered for their crimes? What? Should we have gone to the police? Why don't you do that? Because no one would believe you, and they wouldn't believe me either."

He remembered the fire, remembered reading the reports, seeing who'd survived and in his own way, at least doing something. It wasn't much, three, four trips a year, days beside her bed, but it was better than her being alone.

And some part of him had needed it, needed to feel like he was helping. The fire had been a tragedy, something that never should have happened.

And hearing her speak, the details of that night, had him silent.

"Laura..." He'd wanted it to be one of the other alphas, not a Hale, not this. Even if it was justifiable murder, it was still taking lives and that burden was one he'd never wanted her to have to bear.

"I meant....a non Hale Alpha." Not that it would make this any better, but easier? Definitely

Simpler for him.

The fact it was Laura though, that was going to make this difficult.

"They gave me time to look into it before they send reinforcements. If my sister comes here..." Chris didn't finish, didn't need to.

Kate had taken over after he'd left. Taken over leadership, just taken over and Chris had kept his distance, but the idea that it could be Laura?

It had pulled him right back in.

She had drawn him back in.

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He wasn't the only one that had read the reports. Laura had read them all, had seen how they had been reported and how many lies they had made official. So much that was the official report was lies, a cover up to hide the truth about hunters murdering an entire family.

"What do you want me to say, Chris? Do you want me to lie to you? Pretend this is not everything we both know it is?"

They both knew. He'd known when he came. Which made her wonder why he had come at all.

Was he looking to try and stop her? Bury her, literally? She wasn't sure she bring herself to ask.

Yet she snorted at that.

"Chris, I've been investigating this for months. Who do you think is the number one name at the top of my list?" she asked, arching a brow at him. "Who do you think everyone I asked named that they thought would have been behind the fire? Top name? Kate Argent. Second name? Want to guess who it was, Chris?"

She could imagine he knew it was his father.

"They came here, with several hunters, and they murdered my family. They covered it up. How many other wolves do you think are out there, dying, because no one did anything after they slaughtered the Hale pack?"

She was fighting to not give in, to throw herself in his arms and just make the world stop for five minutes. Just five minutes to feel as happy as she had with him. Yet all of that was gone, and the girl he'd known was dead and gone with it.

"I should let them keep murdering people because we're not like them? I don't think I can do that, Chris."

Lies would be a good thing at the moment, even if it wasn't fair to want that. He'd walked away from active hunting, chosen to raise his child with the life she deserved, not the one she was born into, and now?

"Drawing my sister back to town isn't going to solve anything, Laura. You know that as well as I do." Whether Kate had orchestrated the fire or not, and it wasn't unlikely that she would have, it would only end up with more deaths.

"She dies, my father comes to call. And then what? There's not going to be any end because there will always be someone who wants revenge. That's why I took Allison away instead of going after Victoria's killer.

Is this really the future you want?"

"From... from hunters." He felt blood on his mouth with each punch, and he kept trying to get free but her grip was too strong. "If we stayed... came back... they would kill you. You were a sitting duck..."

Keeping her hand on his throat, she leaned in closer, staring at him with puppy dog eyes. Her fingers brushed the corner of his mouth, smearing the blood on his skin.

"Derek, I don't want to hurt you," she whispered, even with the way she was holding him. "I need you. Please. Please, don't leave me again. We need you, Derek. I need you," she whispered, eyes bright and her lashes damp. "I need my brother, my beta."

But that was the trap. They all had lives they were born into, and so often having no choice in living with them, or staying with them. Like Laura when she had refused to go with Chris and Allison. She had chosen her family and her pack, and this was what she was left with, all she had left.

"I know that I can't let this happen to other families. I can't let my family be forgotten and dismissed with lies."

For a long time she just stared at him, not even sure how to tell him this, what to say to him. She wanted to say a million things, and nothing she could tell him would give him what he wanted.

"And if I had left, there would be another of my family dead. It would have been Peter down there, or Derek. Would that make it better? Would you ignore the town now if I was with you in New York?"

She laughed, the sound bitter. "What I want? I wasn't given that choice, Chris. All I was given was death and pain and years of healing myself one cell at a time. My family needs me. My pack needs me, Chris. I have to make this a world they can live in, without my family's killer hunting them down as well."

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