Book 1: My Teen Romance with Derek Hale (Teen Wolf Fan Fic)

Kristin: The Beginning

After Mom and Belle had left to go shopping the next morning Grams promised me she was going to take me somewhere fun. I was expecting maybe an archery course, shooting range, pizza followed by choc chip mint ice cream, a new video game, or even a movie in town but not a creepy old house in the middle of the woods.

"These are old friends of mine and they are looking forward to meeting you," Grams spoke as she parked her old red Volkswagen which was older than my mother, and boy did it look it. Rust wasn't its only problem.

"So why haven't you taken me here before?" We visited my Grams every year during summer break and she had never mentioned them once before. I couldn't help but wonder if they were freaks or something.

"Let's just say your mother is very judgemental."

"She doesn't like them?" I asked. It was hard to hide the sudden excitement from my voice. I liked them already even if they lived in a creepy house that belonged on the set of a horror movie.

I couldn't help but go out of my way to piss off my mother. Childish I know but it was my father who was begging for a second chance but she refused, of course, both were unaware of my eavesdropping. What can I say I was good at it.

"No so you cannot tell her we were here."

I sighed dramatically, "Fine," my smile instantly disappeared as the disappointment no doubt was reflected in my voice, there went that plan. I wanted to tell Mom all about my visit hoping to see some steam coming out of her ears, maybe we would've even gotten into an argument.
I was good at them too.

"Come on," Grams practically lunged out of the car and rushed up the stairs. I had never seen her move so quickly before in my life. She was like a freaking ninja.

The wood house looked to be three stories tall with a widow's walk, front veranda, and concrete stairs and all I could think about was how creepy it still looked, menacing even. Although I had the feeling I would probably think differently if I wasn't a fan of the horror genre.

Don't think about Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Don't think about Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I repeated to myself and got out of the car.

"Hello Nora, it's so good to see you," An old lady emerged from the front door and used my Grams' preferred nickname. Immediately I noticed her long hair which reached past her elbows. It was the same salt and pepper colour as my grams although Grams preferred her hair short.

"This must be Kristin. It's so good to finally meet you I'm Penny," She smiled and greeted me with a hug as I reached the top of the stairs. I peered over her shoulder into the house expecting to see someone with a deformed face lurking in the shadows ready to kill me, but I saw nothing to my relief.

"You too," I replied and wondered how having tea with a stranger was going to be any fun. Be careful the tea might be drugged. My inner voice teased but I ignored the thought.

"I'll race you," A guy who looked to match my 17 years emerged from the house and ran around us. His dark hair was short and spiky and his green eyes seemed to almost glow like a light in the darkness. He was definitely cuter than my ex-boyfriend Marty Barnes who I realised I didn't miss in the slightest.

"Careful Derek you nearly knocked us over," Penny warned sounding unimpressed by his behavior.

"Sorry Nan," he apologised as he hovered near the bottom of the cement stairs.

"You couldn't even beat me if I was blindfolded," A girl who also looked to be the same age as me bolted around us and stopped near the guy. She had the same dark hair and green eyes.

"Who's the new girl?" She asked politely and I could hear the curiosity in her voice.

"This is Kristin, Nora's granddaughter," Penny gestured to me with her hands.