(A/N) This is something I've stolen from a fic of mine from WattPad and I've changed it around because I felt that I could do it better justice in this universe instead of as a stand alone.

I'm going to try my hand at the supernatural side of this fandom so if you don't like this type of stuff, I won't take offense if you don't like my story. This is going to start out small but if enough people like it, then I'll continue on and see where the characters take us. For now, Rizzles isn't established but eventually it will be.

From it's perch in a tree, a beast as dark as the midnight sky watched a group of men maneuver their way through heavy foliage, over fallen trees, and around thick mud. The beast had been minding its own business when the clumsy beings stumbled their way into its path, frightening themselves more than the animal. Nevertheless, it yowled and flew up into a nearby tree and then silently leaped from branch to branch, trying to find the perfect spot to watch the men.

They seemed young. They had smooth skin unmarred by age, battle, or hard work. Their faces still held the roundness of childhood merging with adolescence. There were five in total and the boy at the front held his spear at the ready, his animal skin trousers stained with mud and dirt. They all kept their attention focused on ground level which was their first mistake.

Making something akin to a deep sigh, the animal leapt off its perch and landed-quite literally-onto the group of boys. They yelled in shock and cried out while the beast growled in victory. It say there for a moment more before moving off and sitting a few places away.

Suddenly, instead of a midnight beast stood a tall, muscled, statuesque woman. Her wild locks fell in front of her eyes giving her this wild and almost feral look. Her mouth deepened into a scowl and she crossed her arms over her naked chest in exasperation. She had gotten used to and stopped caring that other people often viewed her without clothing. She found that wearing clothes during a shift would lead to their destruction.

"Again you fail to watch the trees! You forget that some predators take to higher ground to watch and plan an attack. If what we did today were to happen for real, all of you would be dead right now." She scolded the group and they hung their heads in shame. Sighing, she swept back a handful of hair, allowing her to see the group more clearly.

"I do not want to be the one to tell your families about your demises. I suggest you seek counsel and work even harder otherwise you'll never survive the Rite." she said before shifting back into the midnight beast and stalking off towards her home, the group following behind her.

Out of nowhere, a large boom sounded followed by a loud whirring noise. Seconds later, a small plane flew overhead at a dangerously low altitude before one last resounding boom reverberated through the trees. Reflexively, she crouched down and bared her fangs while the boys behind her threw themselves to the floor. After a few moments, they all stood and looked toward where the plane had gone down. The beast turned back to her group and circled them, pushing them back towards the direction of their home.

Go home.

Don't follow me.

They got the hint and took off at a sprint. She turned to opposite direction and dashed through the foliage and trees to where she had seen the plane go down.

The sight that she came upon was something that she would never have been able to prepare for. The twisted metal of the plane was scattered in every direction; uprooting trees, cutting them down, and decimating everything in its path.

The scent of blood was stronger than the scent of the forest and mixed with the remaining fuel from the plane. She began to pick her way through the wreckage; stepping over torn bodies, bloody limbs, and pools of blood.

The cockpit looked the most stable so she shimmied her way through an opening and came upon the pilot. He was leaning against the controls, his eyes wide and unseeing. Her ears flattened and just like the outside, she maneuvered her way over bodies and torn limbs. It didn't take long to figure out that the plane had been carry medical supplies which meant that the people who had been onboard were doctors and healers.

She felt her heart sink at the thought that the people these supplies and aid were meant for wouldn't be getting the help they needed.

Unless…

The beast shifted back to her bipedal form and began shuffling around the cabinets and drawers in the cockpit and the storage area, hoping for something with a name or a location for which the plane was heading for.

Finally, she found a stack of papers with the time, date, location, and list of all supplies and people in board. She had just been about to head back towards her home when she heard it. It was faint at first but it was definitely there.

A heartbeat.

She followed the noise further back into the plane and came upon a cabin with rows of seats. Some were still intact while others had been ripped away during the crash. Dark eyes swept over the rows when she finally found the source of the heartbeat. There was a woman seated three rows back and four seats to the left of the door to the cockpit. She was quick to pick her way through the seats to the one still occupied by the only survivor.

Assessing any damage and carefully unbuckling the fair haired woman from her seat, the exotic woman cradled her in her arms and brought her outside into the forest. She gently laid the survivor down before jumping back into the plane and grabbing the documents she had found earlier. Something caught her eye on the way out; a leather backpack with a tag that read M. Isles and had a picture of the blonde woman in between two other people. She assumed it was her bag so she stuffed the documents in the bag and slung it over her shoulders and hopped back out of the plane and picked the woman up once again.

It would be a long journey back home.

She had made it back almost six hours after the plane had crashed and it was nearing early evening when she pushed through the outer layers of foliage and the outskirts of her home came into view.

A few people were milling around and they immediately stopped what they were doing when she came into view. She had been used to the stares-her whole family had-but this time she surmised it was because of the creature she held in her arms. She made it into the inner Sanctuary a few minutes later and now everyone had their attention on her. She mentally counted down the seconds until she heard her mother yelling at her.

Sure enough, not even fifteen seconds later, her mother's voice echoed through the air.

"Jane! Where have you been? I've been sick with worry when the boys came back without you. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady? Don't ignore me, I know you can hear-" Her mother stopped mid sentence when she came to face her daughter. Her mouth kept opening and closing like a fish and made the corner of Jane's lip twitch.

Ignoring her mother's questions, Jane asked her own instead. "Is the chief here? It's kind of important." she said and began heading in the direction of her own home. Her mother nodded and followed close behind, her own instincts pushing her to take care of the battered woman in her daughter's arms.

"Yeah, he's here. He just got back from negotiations. Do you want me to go get him?" she asked and Jane nodded.

"Could you? I want to get her settled and washed up. Do you think you could ask one of the healers to stop by and take a look at her. It looks like she might have a broken arm but I'm not sure. I don't want to cause her anymore harm." The older woman nodded and placed a quick kiss to her child's cheek before rushing off. The brunette woman smiled. "Thanks, ma." she muttered after the retreating from.

It took another minute for her to get back to her home but once she did, she threw off the heavier bedding and gently set the woman down on the simple cot, mindful of the bloody limb. Jane slid the backpack off her shoulders and placed it on a shelf adjacent to the cot and began filling a clay bowl with cool water. Grabbing a clean cloth, she began to clean up the blonde woman as best as she could without aggravating any of her wounds.

She had just finished cleaning her legs when there was a knock on the doorframe.

"Jane, it's Susie. Your mother told me that you needed my help urgently." Jane turned to the door and found the smaller woman with her satchel over her shoulder and a basket in hand. She nodded and moved aside, allowing the mystery woman to be revealed. Susie gasped and then immediately got to work, pushing the much taller woman outside.

"Go talk to the chief. I'll fix her up and stay with her until you come back. I promise." and with that, her own front door was slammed in her face.

Thought I'd stop here and let you guys decide if I should keep going. I know that this was kind of all over the place and it's very likely that I'll come back and fix it up later but I wanted to get this out of my folder and onto here.

Please let me know what you guys think and all reviews are welcome.

Until next time,

-SilentDaughter