The ocean was loud, waves crashing against the shore, uncontrollable, untameable. Bianca could hear it, she could always hear it following her. Everywhere she went, calling her name, singing pretty songs, making her weightless.

It was the same dream every night, her standing barefoot in the sand, the waves barely licking her feet, but she was overwhelmed with the urge to get closer. The same sweet melodic tune calling her name, Bianca, Bianca, Bianca. It was in time with her heart, speeding up faster and faster as she got closer to the water.

It was easy to lose track of time. Bianca didn't know where she was or who took her. She could always hear the voices, but she could never put a name to any of them. They dulled her senses, without them she couldn't escape. She knew they would talk about her, call her leverage. One of the few words she picked up.

Bianca didn't live a complicated life. Her parents were divorced, her father had custody of her and her mother had custody of her brother. Her father being a CIA agent meant he wasn't around very often and like most kids she went through a rebellious stage, the one time she caused any real trouble.

Bianca went to school, she maintained okay grades, had an overly dramatic social life that only a teenager could have. She wasn't exactly a dreamer either, not one of the people who went looking for trouble or dreamed of supernaturals. That was until she had a reason too. She'd become a different person by then.

She liked to think she was at least a decent person though, so when she heard noises in the dark on her way from, she stopped to investigate. Part of her is maybe filled with curiosity as well. So she walked into the dark, following the noises until she was met with glowing red eyes and blood.

Bianca's every being filled with fear and she ran, ran till her lungs almost gave out, but she wasn't fast enough. She could feel the panic and terror licking at every inch of skin and her heart beating so fast she thought it would tear through her chest.

She felt an impact smack hard into her back and she fell to the ground, her wrist making a resounding crack through the trees. She screamed in fear and pain, and she just kept screaming. She'd barely realized through the pain that whatever had attacked her was nearly human, but not quite. She looked right into the glowing red eyes as its teeth teared into her shoulder. Another resounding scream from her lips.

Then by some miracle the next sound wasn't another scream, but one from a shotgun. The last thing she remembered was the full moon shining back at her before shutting her eyes.

It was the same routine over and over. Someone would enter like clockwork to bring her food, drug her, and then let her out before shoving her back in the room. The days all blurred into one, until there was a crack in the routine, no one came to see her. Without her daily dose, the drugs they used to dull her senses were wearing off and she could speak and think coherently. But she also couldn't help but wonder, what happened to her captors?

Then there was another change in the day, she could hear the lock on her door being broken. Bianca huddled farther into a corner, scared and frustrated. The door was pulled open even further with a voice calling, not her name but someone's.

"Erica?" The deep voice called again. Bianca didn't recognize the man nor the name. He walked closer and she pushed further into the wall, almost like she could blend into it. Suddenly the man was in front of her, crouching down and offering a hand. "Hello?"

"Who are you?" Bianca hissed. The full effects of whatever they drugged her with was wearing off. Was this a ploy to toy with her mind? Were they trying to trick her into thinking she was safe?

"I'm Derek Hale. Are you alright?" The man, Derek, asked her. He wasn't asking unkindly but it still sounded like a demand. He reached out to touch her, but Bianca flinched back. Derek immediately pulled his hands back into a surrender motion.

"What do you want?" Bianca asked softly, she was too tired for this anymore. The endless cycle was really getting to her, the kidnapping, the nightmares.

"Were you taken by Deucalion?" Derek asked, he had backed away but was still too close for her liking.

Bianca didn't know Deucalion, but she could connect the dots. "Is that his name?"

"They're gone now. There was a fight and they're gone." Derek said, slightly pleading. He couldn't help but feel sickened by the thought of this girl being kidnapped. He'd just found out his own sister was captured by the same people and it was like seeing it again. "What's your name?"

"Bianca." She replied shortly.

"Come on Bianca, let's get out of here." Derek told the small girl softly. By some miracle, she pulled herself off the floor and pushed passed him out the door. "Wait!"

Bianca turned around and looked at him. He was quite handsome now that she could see him in a brighter setting, strong and determined. "Hmm?"

"I need to find a girl. A girl named Erica?" Derek demanded this time, still not unkindly. "Do you know where she is?"

Bianca shook her head slightly. "They dull my senses, this is the first time I've been off the drugs in a while."

Derek was taken aback, why would they drug her? She seemed harmless and honestly pretty defenseless. She reminded him so much of a young Laura.

He set off to find Erica and was glad to see Bianca following him. "How old are you?"

"Sixteen." Bianca replied softly. She was looking around and had her arms wrapped around herself in a defensive way.

Derek decided not to ask her anything anymore and set out to find his beta. When they stumbled upon an open closet, the smell hit him immediately. It was definitely Erica's, but his hope was crushed by the heavy smell of death. He rushed into the direction and dropped to the floor near her body.

He was furious, this was Erica, a girl he turned and she was his responsibility, his to protect and he let her down. He picked up her body and went to find Scott and Allison, they were going to get even.

Bianca averted her eyes away from the girl, she hadn't known that her name was Erica but she knew about her death. She remembered when it happened, when the girl appeared to her. Bianca wasn't sure if she was real because of the drugs, but now she did. One of the many living nightmares that came after she was bitten, dead people appearing to her, no one she knew and no real connection. Lifeless eyes would stare at her, for minutes to hours. Bianca remembers screaming herself hoarse, begging them to leave her alone.

She followed Derek to an open vault and she could hear voices echoing ahead. Bianca wasn't paying attention to the voices, but she walked close behind Derek and kept her head down. That was until she got close enough to see them.

One was a girl, dark hair, dark clothes, and a thin frame. Bianca didn't recognize her, but she looked sad and tired, like a survivor. The other one was a boy, familiar dark hair, brown eyes, and slanted jaw. The blood pooling from his mouth made her heart race and she felt herself go pale when he saw her.

"Bianca." He whispered. His eyes widened and his body lent further back on the door for support. Bianca also felt the other two people look at her in confusion and shock.

"Scott." Bianca whispered back. Everything hit her at once, everything bad that happened to her in the past year. It was finally all catching up to her and Bianca dropped to her knees.

Her tears only began to fall when a strong pair of arms engulfed her and she felt safe again, probably for the first time in a long time. He was the same and different all at once, but it didn't matter to Bianca. He would always be her brother.

"We need to go, right now. Before Cora and Boyd kill someone." Derek demanded for the second time. There wasn't a lot of time to sort everything out and Scott leaned against a wall to try to figure out some kind of plan.

"You go get Isaac, I'm going to take Bianca home, and then we'll meet in the woods to look for Cora and Boyd." Scott decided. His tone let no room for argument and he gently steered Bianca out of the bank, Derek and Allison following behind.

Bianca wordlessly slid into the back of Allison's car, Scott getting in the front and Allison in the driver's seat.

Allison eyed the two people in her car, it was awkward to say the least. Scott just told Allison that her mother tried to kill him and there was a kidnap victim in her backseat, one that Scott seemed to know.

"Bianca what happened? Why did Deucalion have you locked up?" Scott asked tentatively and eyed her through the mirror.

"I don't know." Bianca answered truthfully. "I don't even remember being taken."

"Do you know how long you've been gone?" Scott asked again. It was physically causing him pain that he had to ask his sister how long she'd been kidnapped.

"No." Bianca said softly and kept her eye trained on the window. She could put the pieces together after seeing Scott in the bank. Deucalion, her captor, took her as leverage over Scott, but she wasn't about to make him feel guilty over it.

"We're going to take you home and I'm going to call Stiles to stay with you." Scott informed her. Bianca only nodded. "I'm sorry, there's a lot going on right now and I wish I could stay with you."

The rest of the car ride was silent, except for the short call Scott made to Stiles. Eventually Allison pulled up to his house and didn't say a word.

"Bianca will you be okay with going inside first? I need to talk to Allison." Scott asked softly. Bianca nodded, sending him a small forced smile and slowly getting out of the car.

"Who is she?" Allison questioned slowly, not unkindly either.

"She's my sister." Scott responded stoically. Allison's eyes widened and she looked between the retreating girl and Scott.

"I never knew." Allison said, more as a statement than anything else.

"I haven't seen her in almost four years." Scott said, almost ashamed. "I didn't even know she was missing."

Bianca sat on the couch and focused on the details of the living room. She hadn't been there in awhile. There were lots of pictures, lots of Scott, some of her mom, and a few of Stiles. Scott came in a few moments later, sitting next to her and offering her a glass of water.

"Stiles will be here soon and I'll be home as soon as I can, Bianca." Scott promised and kissed her forehead. Bianca sighed and leaned into it, she really missed her brother and it would've been nice to have someone after she was bitten.

"I'm really okay Scott." Bianca reassured. "Just a little in shock over how quickly things are changing."

True to his word, Stiles burst into the house, stumbling and out of breath. The same awkward kid she remembered, and it brought an honest smile to her face.

"Bianca." Stiles breathed out. He stared at her for a second before engulfing her in a hug. She hugged him back and then promptly stepped away.

"Stay with her and get her anything she needs, okay?" Scott told Stiles. Stiles nodded and they had a whispered conversation before Scott threw one last smile at her and was out the door.

"So, I heard you were kidnapped." Stiles drawled out awkwardly, his hand scratching the back of his neck. Bianca was taken aback by his bluntness and her first response to laugh. So she did, she dropped back onto the couch and laughed till her stomach hurt.

"Still tactless." Bianca finally breathed out. Being more self aware and out of the small room was making her brain less fuzzy. It also kind of helped that Stiles wasn't acting like she was going to break.

She had been kidnapped, but her experience wasn't as traumatic and harsh as it could've been. They left her alone for the most part, she honestly wasn't too coherent the whole time, and since checking the date, she'd only been gone for two weeks. Was her father looking for her?

Stiles had sat down next to her and held her hand wordlessly. "It's been a long time, B."

"Yeah, been a long time." Bianca whispered. "Will you tell me where Scott went?"

Stiles froze, what was he supposed to tell her? That her brother was a werewolf and they were always caught up in supernatural drama. Although they had technically just found her being held captive by werewolves, so Stiles' wasn't exactly sure what she knew. Little did he know Bianca was very well versed in the supernatural than he thought.

"Friends of ours, they're in trouble." Stiles rushed out and stumbled over his words. Bianca shrugged, she knew he was lying.

That's when it happened, her blood turned to ice in her veins, a sweet tune started playing in her head. Then a man appeared in front of her. He was pale, short military like hair, brown eyes, and a slit throat. Blood pooled around his body and splattered across his face. A silver purity ring shining bright on his finger. He stared at Bianca silently, staying a few feet away.

Bianca didn't scream, she stopped screaming after the first couple of people appeared to her. She knew when they were coming, the songs would start and her blood turned icy and cold. He stared at her, with soulless eyes. She stared back, almost daring him to get any closer. She could faintly hear Stiles calling her name, but she couldn't look away. The ghost finally started to walk towards her and he grabbed her arm with a bloody hand, fading away.

"Bianca!" Stiles yelled, this time grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. Her eyes had glossed over and it was like she was moving on instinct. Stiles would be lying if he said it didn't scare him, because the whole situation reminded him of Lydia when she was in a fugue state looking for a dead body.

Bianca's head swerved to the side, shrugging Stiles' hands off her. "I'm okay."

"You didn't look okay." Stiles said and his eyes twitched at her. Stiles' active imagination began to wander, he hadn't seen Bianca in a long time, but this was definitely not her and with this being Beacon Hills, it didn't escape him that the whole act had a supernatural quality about it.

"I'm fine." Bianca insisted and turned her head. Stiles sighed and let it go for the moment, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to tell Scott about it. He made Bianca a sandwich and watched her intently, making mental notes about her. Physically she actually seemed okay, five foot four, long wavy dark hair like Scott, sharp features, except her eyes seemed to have a shimmering effect to them. The only notable change was her pale skin, she used to be naturally tan like the rest of her family.

Stiles couldn't help but notice that she moved very lightly, almost like her feet didn't touch the floor. She rarely blinked and turned her head in directions, as if she could hear something when there wasn't anything there. Stiles was slightly put out by it and if he hadn't seen such similarities in Lydia, then he'd be scared.

Stiles' phone began to ring and it didn't escape him that Bianca jumped at the sound, he turned his back and answered immediately when Lydia's name flashed across the top. He nodded his head and sighed tiredly before glancing at Bianca sitting on the couch. Something told him that Bianca was holding out from them and he made a split decision, maybe Lydia would be able to tell them something Bianca wouldn't.

"Bianca we need to go." Stiles urged and grabbed her hand.

"I need you to stay in the car." Stiles ordered. Bianca didn't respond, something didn't feel right here. Bianca watched Stiles get out of the car and walk through the public pool gates. She felt like she had to go in, it was the same pull she felt in her dreams when she was near the ocean. Bianca decided to disobey Stiles' request and slowly get out of the car, following her instincts. She found herself getting close to where Stiles was on the phone and a strawberry blond dressed in a red coat was standing next to him.

Bianca felt like she knew her, more in the sense like she was a familiar presence. But what caught her eye was the body in the lifeguards' chair, the same man that had appeared to her earlier that night. First Erica and now this man, it was the first time she'd seen the bodies of the people who appeared to her.

"Bianca?" Stiles questioned tiredly. "I told you to wait in the car, you shouldn't be here."

Lydia looked at the girl in question and felt an odd connection to her. It was the same feeling she got when finding the dead bodies.

"I saw him." Bianca said ominously. "He was in the living room."

Stiles looked at her in shock. He didn't have the energy to deal with right now. He rubbed his eyes and turned to look at her.

"What do you mean you saw him?" Lydia asked quietly. Something about her tone and reaction to the dead body made Lydia relate to her.

"You found him, didn't you?" Bianca asked. The thought struck her and she asked before she knew what she was asking. Stiles and Lydia were taken aback by her question.

"How did you know that?" Lydia asked, this time in a forceful tone. Bianca shook her head and stepped back.

"I'm sorry." Bianca blurted out. "I don't know. Sometimes I just… I don't know."

Lydia looked at her in pity, she could relate to that. "Sometimes you just know things?"

Bianca nodded her head and wrapped her arms around herself.

Her mom had called, well she had called Stiles. That's when it hit Bianca that she hadn't called her dad yet or talked to her mom in a long time. They were on their way to the hospital where she worked and it was making Bianca nervous. Honestly the whole predicament was getting stranger by the second.

"Why don't you just ask me." Bianca demanded, Stiles had kept side eyeing her since they got back in the car.

"You know about the supernatural, don't you?" Stiles finally asked. He had an inkling.

"I do." Bianca confirmed. Stiles looked at her exasperated.

"Care to elaborate, like what kind of freaky creature you turn into." Stiles asked sarcastically. Bianca rolled her eyes.

"I don't turn into anything. Honestly, I don't know what I am." Bianca said. "I don't even know that much about the supernatural. Not what other kinds of things are out there. Are you supernatural?"

"No, human. One hundred percent flesh and blood." Stiles confirmed. He glanced at the girl and sighed, she might as well know. "Scott's a werewolf."

Bianca didn't look surprised. "I figured he was something. Derek's one too?"

"You met Derek?" Stiles asked in shock.

"He was the one who found me." Bianca confirmed. Stiles' eye twitched and he sighed for the hundredth time that night.

"Your friend, Lydia, what is she?" Bianca asked. Stiles shrugged.

"We're not sure, a psychic, definitely something." Stiles told her. "Were you bitten?"

"How did you know that?" Bianca questioned wearily.

"That's how Scott and Lydia got their powers." Stiles said. She really didn't know much and Stiles didn't know what to make of that.

"Are we going to see my mom?" Bianca finally asked.

"Yeah, she says she needs to show me something. Do you want to wait in the car?" Stiles asked slowly. Bianca shook her head. "She knows about Scott and the other weird shit we can't seem to get a break from."

They walked out of the car and walked into the hospital and passed the crowded waiting room.

"Hey." Stiles greeted and Bianca trailed behind him, mentally trying to prepare herself to see her mom. The curly dark haired woman looked up with a sweet smile on her face, but that faltered when she saw Bianca.

"Bianca?" Melissa whispered in shock.

"Hi mom." Bianca said back. Melissa stumbled forward and engulfed her in a hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too. What're you doing here? Where's your father?" Melissa asked and squeezed her daughter tighter.

"It's a long story." Stiles answered for her. "What did you want me to see?"

"Stiles…" Melissa trailed off, none of this was making sense to her.

"I know, mom." Bianca emphasized. "About everything."

"I'm so confused, what's going on?" Melissa asked. "Both my kids are caught up in this, why am I not surprised."

"We'll explain later, but why did you want me to see a body I've already seen?" Stiles asked and looked around to make sure no one heard.

"Because you haven't seen everything." Melissa responded.

After a short debate about whether Bianca should come or not, the three made their way down to the morgue and Melissa stepped back to show them a body. The same dead body Bianca saw earlier.

"See this around his neck? That's a ligature mark. That means that he was strangled with something, like cord, rope." Melissa said.

"Ah, okay, wait a second. What kind of werewolf strangles someone? You know, that's not very werewolf-y." Stiles reasoned.

"My thoughts exactly. And then there's this." Melissa said and turned the man's head over.

"God, man, what is that? Is that brain matter? Yeah, it's brain matter, of course." Stiles hissed and slightly gagged.

"See the indentation? He was hit in the back of the head, hard enough to kill him. In fact, any one of these things could have killed him. I mean, someone seriously wanted this poor kid dead." Melissa emphasized.

"All right, so then this couldn't have been Boyd or Cora, you know? They wouldn't have done all that. So maybe this is just one murder. I mean, maybe it's just a random coincidence." Stiles tried to reason again.

"I don't think it was just one." Melissa shuddered.

"How come?" Bianca asked.

"Because that girl over there, she's got the exact same injuries." Melissa pointed out and motioned to the other body covered in a sheet.

The sheet was pulled back and Bianca studied the girl's face. She saw her. One of the many faces she's seen since being bitten.

"I know her." Bianca whispered. "I saw her."

Melissa stopped talking and looked between her daughter and Stiles. She was slightly put out that her daughter appears out of nowhere and is already involved with the supernatural. She was internally shaken up by that fact she was showing teenagers dead bodies to solve mysteries.

"I was… I was at her party. It was her birthday. Her name is Heather." Stiles stuttered out and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Okay, we need to call you father, cause you're a witness." Melissa said softly.

"Stiles, I saw her too." Bianca repeated. That's when it clicked in Stiles' head. None of this was random.

"Has anyone else been through here tonight? Any… Any other bodies or anyone missing? Did you see anyone else tonight?" Stiles asked Melissa hurried first, then rounding on Bianca. Bianca shook her head and couldn't help but feel the stare from her mother.

"Uh, no, no bodies, but um… two girls. They brought the first one in, Caitlin, for a tox screen, and then I overheard that her girlfriend, Emily, just disappeared. I mean, they were out in the woods and…" Melissa trailed off.

"Nobody's found her yet?" Stiles demanded.

"I don't know." Melissa stuttered.

"Okay, first one." Stiles said. His hand slightly shakes and his mind working faster to solve the mystery.

"Caitlin." Melissa provided

"Okay. Is she here? Is she here right now?" Stiles rushed out.

"I think so." Melissa hurriedly answered.

"Okay, where?" Stiles demanded again and tried to push past Melissa to get out the door, but Bianca grabbed Stiles' arm.

"Okay, okay, wait. Just wait a minute." Bianca reasoned.

"I have to talk to her." Stiles insisted. "I think I know what's happening."

Scott had a long night, but nonetheless got himself to the hospital where his mother was waiting in the lobby.

"Hey." Melissa greeted and hugged Scott. "Stiles is down in the morgue, but…"

Scott looked at expectantly. "What is it mom?"

"Bianca, your sister, she's down there too." Melissa said slowly. Scott looked even more shocked and he mentally sighed.

"I told Stiles to watch her." Scott said tiredly and rubbed her face. Then he caught his mistake and felt his mom smack his arm.

"You knew she was here and didn't tell me!" Melissa demanded. Scott held up his hands in surrender.

"It's a long story, mom, and I promise I'll tell you, but I just found her." Scott pointed out.

"What do you mean you 'found' her?" Melissa hissed. Scott mentally kicked himself for the second slip up.

"We'll explain later." Scott promised. But it also dawned on him that Bianca was also in the morgue. "What is she doing here? Why would you guys take her down there?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure what's going on. Come on, you need to go talk to them." Melissa said and led Scott down to the morgue where Bianca and Stiles were waiting for him. She let him in and shut the door behind her when she left.

"I told you to watch her Stiles." Scott hissed and lightly smacked Stiles' arm. Stiles narrowed his eyes.

"She knows, Scott. About everything." Stiles hissed.

"You know, "she" is right here." Bianca deadpanned while Scott stared at her disbelief. "Stiles told me you're a werewolf."

"So he's the one that told you about all this." Scott said and made a waving motion. Bianca shook her head and hesitated.

"Tell him, Bianca. He needs to know." Stiles said softly.

"About a year ago I was bitten." Bianca finally breathed out. She gauged Scott's reaction and watched his mouth drop open.

"You're a werewolf too?" He asked in disbelief. That's when Bianca shook her head.

"We don't know what I am." Bianca corrected. Scott rubbed his face again.

"Maybe that's why Deucalion took you." Scott reasoned.

"Look, before we get into another mystery, we need to solve this one first." Stiles cut in and pulled the sheet back over Heather's body. "They were strangled to death and their heads were bashed in."

"So Boyd and Cora might not have killed anyone?" Scott finally asked after getting more information from Stiles.

"You're gonna wish they did." Stiles sighed and shook slightly.

"Why?" Scott replied and eyed the girl laying on the table.

"I'm not exactly sure yet. The other girl who was out in the woods, Emily? Eventually they're gonna find her." Stiles rambled. "She's one of them. Emily, Heather... That guy Lydia found at the pool. All three were virgins... And they're all gonna have the same three injuries... strangled, throat slashed, head bashed in. It's called the threefold death."

"So if these aren't random killings, then what are they?" Bianca asked suddenly.

Stiles eyed the McCall twins and covered Heather's face. "Sacrifices. Human sacrifices."