My Pack of Protectors

Scarlett Hanson is new to Beacon Hills, she's only been around for a month or so. Now she's a target, and she's got some pretty awesome bodyguards. But she doesn't know what is targeting her, or why her in the first place. Will she fall for one of her bodyguards? Does she learn what is targeting her? Of all places to move, why Beacon Hills?


6. Into the Woods

I pulled into the driveway when I got home and grabbe my bag, unlocked the door and headed up to my bedroom all with a giant smile on my face. Isaac was the biggest cutie. I was barely half a mile away when my phone pinged from a message.

I'd picked it up at a stop sign and sure enough, he'd sent a smiley emoticon and just a simple greeting. I'd responded, of course, but he stopped replying after ten messages. It was quite the disappointment.

I dropped my bag on my bedroom floor and stripped down and changed into something a lot more comfortable. Black leggings, a superman tee, grey zip-up sweater, a grey knit beanie over my loose hair and dark brown leather pair of combat boots later I was ready to go out and explore the town.

After shoving my keys and my phone into my sweater pocket and I headed out to the street. I walked down the street towards the woods down by the end.

The scent hit me as I stepped into the trees, the musty air, the dirt, the moisture and the trees and plant life within. I breathed it in and stood for a moment, reveling in it before moving deeper into the forest.

Green life was everywhere, and my boots kept me from getting my feet dirty and the provided adequate protection from the cold breeze that swept the forest floor.

I kept walking.

Not sure exactly where I was headed, I just kept going, deeper and deeper till it was only feeble light prying itself through the trees foliage to provide some sort of pathway. And even that slowly diminished.

Then it was before me. A giant crumbling house that seemed to sway with the wind. Intrigued, I drew myself forward and up to the steps, taking them one at a time, so I didn't break them or fall through them.

I pushed the front door open and the sent of rotting wood and the creaks and groans the foundation put out trying to keep the house from falling to the ground over me.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A voice asked. I whipped around to see a man with black hair and dark eyes. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt as if the wind wasn't bothering him at all, muscles bulging from underneath the sleeves and bodice of the shirt.

"I'm Scarlett. I was just exploring the woods, I came across this house, thought I'd see what was inside. I'm sorry if that isn't allowed, I'm fairly new here and don't know a lot about the history of the town." I told him and carefully climbed back down the steps.

"No one is allowed near my house. Surely some of your friends would have told you that."

"I don't have any friends yet." I looked down at my feet.

"How long have you been here?"

"A month or so..."

"You've been here a month and you still don't have any friends?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

"No, I don't. Did you say this was your house?" I asked.

"Yeah, the bank took it though. I still visit."

"Isn't that trespassing?" A ghost of a smile crossed his face.

"Maybe, but no one is here to stop me, are they?"

"I guess so..." I tapped my finger against my thigh. "I'll be going now..." I moved around him and headed back out to the trees.

"What did you say your name was?" He asked and I turned back.



"Nice to meet you Derek..." I turned and walked away, heading back into the trees and away from possibly the hottest guy on planet earth.

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