A/N: This is AU, and Derek lives with his father, Zachary Cain, and his grandpa and cousins, Theo, Carter and Nate Cain.
Tori lives with Kit and Simon.
Chloe's mother is still dead.
I have not decided whether they are still going to be supernaturals, but the Edison Group isn't a part of this.
Her eyes were the brightest blue Derek had ever seen.
She sat on the subway looking bored, hands folded in her lap. Her long strawberry blond hair was thin and straight and silky looking, and she looked slightly to the right, small pixie nose pointed that way. Her lashes were long atop her glowing blue orbs, and pale eyebrows curved up. Her skin was immensely pale, and looked like satin. Her lips were slightly large and rounded, pink and plump. She had a thin neck that led to a light yellow spaghetti strap shirt, showing bony, freckles shoulders and leading down to thin arms that met in her lap. She wore green, khaki shorts and held in her hand a small camera that he could tell was expensive. Her long, smooth legs led down to green flip flops and toenails painted a chipping baby blue.
Derek couldn't stop staring as she sat calmly, obviously having something on her mind, or she surely would've noticed his indecent staring- other people did. The boy next to him, blonde and Asian, did, and glared suspiciously his way. But whatever. Derek didn't care. She was lovely.
Chloe sat on the subway and noticed someone's intense gaze on her. She glanced at him through her peripherals, a skill she had mastered in casting. He had deep emerald eyes with earthy brown patterns. His thick eyebrows knitted together as he peered at her intently. He was slightly tan, with long, messy black hair, trailing down to just below the back of his neck. He had a thin, tight mouth, and strong, manly facial features- and a very noteworthy jawline. He stood tall, most definitely over six feet as he stood in the aisle way, holding one of those things coming down from the ceiling- Chloe didn't care enough to remember their name. He wore a Syracuse University sweater, baggy and loose, and worn, dark blue jeans, topped off with black sneakers. She turned her attention back to the sign she'd been reading, too worried about the final auditions for her first big movie to be creeped out by this staring stranger.
Simon sat next to Chloe as he glared at whoever stood there, openly gawking at her. Didn't the man see his arm around her shoulder, figure that she was his? And why stare at her, even if he weren't there? It was creepy, and Simon got some seriously bad vibes from the guy. He was ugly, resembled a pit bull with intense, forest green eyes. He looked like a fucking rapist standing there, just watching her. Simon shook his head angrily. Fucking pervert.
A/N: So, what do you think?
