A/N: So I've been working on a new Stiles/OC, and I've finally decided to start posting it. It's a 'vampire moves to Beacon Hills' story, but I think I've put my own twist on it. Updates not too regular but I pretty much have the first season completely finished, so we'll see. Enjoy
I thought I was the victim, I played it well
sifting through the records, trying to find myself
I tried to be salvation, tried to make it change
Ooh, but I've come too far to look the other way
Bad Intentions – Digital Daggers
I wasn't a good person.
Or maybe I was, at least, when I was human. I suppose it depended on your thoughts about whether or not people could be born evil. Call me the devil's advocate, but to me it was obvious all humans were inherently evil. Being turned into a vampire only enhanced the darkness within me.
As a human I didn't have an outlet for my urges. As a vampire I did, and boy did I embrace it. For a very long time I was the definition of evil. I tortured and attacked and killed, and I loved it. If I'm being honest, I still do.
Then I met Myra.
I'd always kept an eye on my bloodline, making sure they were safe and had enough money to live comfortably. I'd never actually interacted with any of them until her. She was standing on the beach when we spoke for the first time, knee deep in water as the sun began to set, a joint between her lips. I still don't know what it was that made me approach her, maybe it was because I saw what her addiction was doing to her son. Maybe I was just lonely.
We got close, closer than I'd ever gotten with a human before. Eventually she figured it out, what I was. Who I was. She was my flesh and blood, and when she begged me to stop killing, begged me from her death bed, well something in me cracked.
There's a switch you can flick as a vampire, one that shuts off your humanity, so you can live a guilt-free lifestyle. I'd been unfeeling for so long, that when she came along and flicked the switch back, it was like a physical blow to the chest. I cried for the first time in a hundred years on the night that she died, and I knew I had to fulfil her dying wish and become somebody she'd have been proud of.
So I packed up everything, made sure her son was with a good family, one that would take care of him. I figured my best bet was to keep a low profile, so I went from town to town, enrolling myself in high schools and staying only a few short years, leaving before the citizens figured out I wasn't aging.
That's how I found myself in Beacon Hills.
If I'd known the trouble I'd go through in that Godforsaken town, maybe I wouldn't have moved there. But then again, if I hadn't moved there, I wouldn't have met him.
And he was worth it. He would always be worth it. No matter what.