Louisa Lloyd

Have you ever wondered what happens to your loved ones after you're gone? How they feel after you suddenly disappear without a trace? How they react to daily challenges now that they don't have to be around you anymore?

This is one of the thoughts that has been throbbing inside my mind since I left Beacon Hills. Since I left the guy I thought I loved behind. Since I left the only family I had left, along with friends I will never forget.

You may be asking yourself why I am suddenly so grumpy about my life and why I left the perfect environment.

One of the reasons is the visions I had during my last days in Beacon Hills. Constantly seeing my dead body next to Isaac's was too much for my already damaged mind. I knew that being there was endangering their safety so I left.

Ever since I first saw my last day on earth, I wanted to leave as fast as I could. They're better off without me. Their lives are no longer in danger.

Living in New York for the past three months hasn't been easy. My roommate, Annabeth, is a sweetheart but we have our discussions every now and then, mostly about who should clean the kitchen after our meals.

We always end up laughing and cleaning together.

Okay, let me explain my current situation, I can feel you're all a little confused.

I left Beacon Hills. Are you with me?

I found a job here in New York and managed to finish junior year here in a school near my apartment. Annabeth is a year older than me and goes to college. While she is a full-time student, I'm dedicated to my job as much as I am to school. The small hairdresser just a few meters from the school is where I spend most of my time, earning as much as I can to support myself and pay my bills.

At the tender age of seventeen, here I am, a teenager lost in New York City, a Seer who can see the future as she wishes- and Death if I touch someone's skin for the first time- and a Werewolf that almost killed her roommate last month during the full moon.

I have a few friends here and there, mostly my clients, but none of them are like Scott and Stiles, or even Allison.

Since them, since Beacon Hills, my relationships became more guarded. I developed plenty of friendships over the weeks, but most are surface-deep. Even those I trust, like Anna and a few other schoolmates, don't know the real me.

The cold-blooded Werewolf, the cruel Seer.

I tried contacting my friends after I left, I even wrote them a few letters but never dared to send them. They probably hate me for leaving right when they needed me, but I couldn't wait any longer. I just hope the whole situation with Jackson and the Kanima ended well for them.

The longer I stayed, more danger I would be putting them through.

I heard a few clients whispering stuff, and I know most of those people are werewolves. How? Don't question it, I can smell it on them. They were talking about the Alpha Pack that was traveling around the country, towards a paranormal town.

I tuned them out as soon as I could, not wanting to have anything to do with paranormal events. I'm done with that. Just ignoring the visions I constantly have and the thirst for blood and death whenever the full moon makes an appearance.

"Louisa, come here now!" Anna calls me and I know I'm in trouble. I just got home from school and I have to go to work in an hour. I was planning on taking a nap or something but she has other plans for me.

"Hello to you too, stranger." I greet her and kiss her cheek as she places her hands on her hips and glares at me.

What did I do now?

"What is this?" She motions to the letter I received for Valentines Day this year. A random boy from my year decided to send me a pink envelope. "Why haven't you opened it yet? Do you want the poor boy to have a heart attack?"

There she goes. So this is about my lack of romantic activities. This isn't the first time we've had this conversation. She wants me to go out and have fun, experiment with boys and see where it goes.

I told her a million times already I don't want to be in a relationship where I can't give my best and make the boy happy. It won't happen.

Because they will never be Isaac.

"Sometimes it's better to be alone." I say as I sit on the counter and grab an apple form the fruit bowl.

"What do you mean?" Anna leans against he table in front of me and waits for an answer.

"No one can hurt you." I whisper slowly and take a bite on my apple. The juice runs down my chin and I laugh as it hits the floor.

Anna hates it when her tidy apartment gets all dirty because of me. This time, she doesn't even look away from my figure. She just stares at my eyes like she's studying me.

Maybe she's really a friend I can trust. I told her about Isaac and the way we broke up when he was turned, but left out the supernatural details. So she just thinks he's the biggest jerk of planet earth that left me for no apparent reason.

But maybe that's what they think of me. That I left without a reasonable motive.

"What do I do now?" I sigh. "It's not like I can forget him in a month."

"Lou... Listen to your heart. You'll understand."

"What if I can't understand my heart?"

"Just listen to it. You won't be sorry, there's always a solution to our problems." Anna pats my arm and smiles sadly.

I no longer fear the contact if her skin. Once I first found out about my new powers; I was afraid of touching anyone. But as the weeks went by, it became a normal occurrence and I'm now completely used to it.

I have already seen her death and it couldn't be worse. She is going to die in a fire, much like my parents. The interesting part- if there's any- is that I am going to be there. How? Don't ask me, it's not like I can see the future if I just lay down on my bed and channel someone's soul.

Of course I can do that.

"Personally, I'm a fan of ignoring the problem until it goes away." I admit, cringing.

"People do have a power over us, even after they're gone." Anna sighs and pats my leg. "That's why you have to try and forget Isaac boy. He's not good enough for you."

"Thank you." I leave the chilly counter and hug her. "I really needed that."

"You have to go to work, right?" She reminds me and I slowly nod, wishing for a break.

Don't get me wrong, I love my job. But it gets a little boring sometimes. Don't tell my boss.

"Why?"

"Because we need money to buy food." She says and smiles. "I'll have dinner ready as soon as you get home."

"You're the best." Kissing her cheek and grabbing my coat, I'm out of the door as fast as I can.

Gotta style some hairs today.

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"Hello?" Entering my lonely apartment in New York, I can feel someone else's scent.

And it's not from my roommate.

"Anna?" I call, knowing exactly it isn't her. But I have always pretended to be a normal girl, and a normal girl doesn't smell the air everywhere she goes. "I bought those cookies you like. Where should I put them?"

Not getting an answer even though this person is clearly moving around and touching stuff, I get a little agitated. Whoever it is isn't here to play.

"Annabeth?" Using my roommate's full name, I walk closer to the small entrance cabinet where we hide our baseball bat. "Is that you?"

"Oh, dear Louisa. You know perfectly well it's not poor Annabeth."

The voice comes from my room, and I don't recognize it. Slowly taking step after step towards my room, the walls of the hallway seem to move closer to my body, making his harder to breathe.

"Who are you?" I shout, waving the baseball bat around. "What do you want from me?"

The sight in front of me is weirder than I thought, but also creepy. Shivers run up my spine as the man in front of me smiles.

His sunglasses hide his eyes but I know he's not a normal human. He smells like a werewolf. A powerful one. He's alone.

"I repeat: who are you and what do you want from me?"

He only chuckles as he stands from my desk. The room isn't as big as I wanted it to be in the beginning but it's comfortable and enough for me. The baby blue walls are decorated with paintings Annabeth made especially for me, while the black furniture complemented the empty space around my bed, positioned in the middle. A small dresser and a desk, along with the small bedside table, are the only things I could buy with my first paycheck.

"Louisa Lloyd. I've heard so much about you."

"How is that possible? Are you stalking me?"

"Precisely." His British accent doesn't go unnoticed.

And neither does the dried blood on his shirt. Also, besides his poor choice of clothing, he has a small stick he uses as a support for walking.

It really is a stick, like he picked it from the trees outside the apartment. He seems to be studying me with his cold eyes behind his sunglasses.

"Don't you want to be powerful?" The man asks, as he takes his glasses off. What I see takes my breath away and not for the best reasons.

His eyes are the weirdest thing I've seen in my life. And I bet I've seen some crap along the years. They're light in the middle, oddly light, and the part that's normally white is filled with red lines and liquid.

What the heck has he been smoking?

"You're a pretty wonderful creature. A Seer and a Werewolf? You'd be the most powerful of my pack."

"No..." I've been asked this same question by Peter Hale. "I left all of that behind."

"You can run from the problem but it will always find you." The man paces around the room like he owns the place and I snarl. "Ah, that's more like you."

"You don't know me."

"Oh, but I do." He smiles tauntingly. "Louisa Lloyd, seventeen, born and raised in Beacon Hills until your family died in a fire. You were taken by a young couple to London, where you stayed until they finally told you about your family. You went back to Beacon Hills and met your childhood best friend, Derek Hale. And the rest is history, isn't it?"

"How do you know all that?" I take a step back and look for the baseball bat I somehow left behind as I entered the room.

"I've been looking out for you for a long time now. I was there when your adoptive family was killed. And wanna hear the fun part?" I shake my head. This isn't going to be fun at all. "They were murdered by the person you trusted the most."

"No..." The baseball bat falls from my fingers as my hands fly to my opened mouth.

"Yes." He gets closer to me and his eyes land on mine. How is that even possible? "Derek Hale killed your family."

"No he didn't. You're lying."

"Check my heartbeat, little Lou." The man whispers. "I'm not lying and you know it. Didn't he go missing for a while?"

I nod my head, remembering the time he went away to do some 'business' and came back looking all smug. I received the news a few days later.

"And your friend Edward? And his sister? Both dead because of him."

I fall on my knees and gasp for air. Derek wouldn't do that.

"Edward is dead. But Fiona isn't." I manage to say through my gritted teeth. "She is very much alive. I talked to her a few weeks ago and-"

"And Derek killed her before he killed her brother, Edward." He yells and I cower in fear.

If he was evil enough to kill them, what will he do to the people of Beacon Hills? What will he do to my friends?

"I can smell the fear burning inside your heart." He whispers near my ear. "I can turn that fear into passion and confidence. If only you trust me enough to do that for you."

"I don't even know you." I tremble from head to toe as he traces patters down my spine. "How do I know you're not going to kill me?"

"Have I tried to hurt you since I got here? In fact, you were the one waving a baseball bat around looking all kinds of scary."

"Who are you?"

"Sweet Louisa... My name is Deucalion."

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Guys.... guys..... guys.....
It's back! I'm back! Yay! New book and new episodes and new characters and new drama!
Do you think little Deucalion is going to hurt Lou? *wink wink*
You'll have to wait for the next chapter.
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