Would it really kill you if we kissed?

by I'm Meaner Than My Demons

Now, both of us have some darkness inside of us. A crack in our souls that will never be fixed. Maybe that's okay though because that crack also lets the light come in, and it is in the dark where light shines the brightest. ScottxOC s01, s02 ,s03A, minor DerekxOC (different one).

1. Wolf Moon

Would it really kill you if we kissed?

Summary: We are what we are. We do what we do. And we want what we want. ScottxOC (WerewolfxSuccubus), slow burn, strangers to friends and friends to lovers, starts in season one. My BETA is LeonaArgentC

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf, just the story and my OC, so no stealing.

A.N: Hey, so as I mentioned, this is starting from season one with a slow burn relationship. Since I pretty much have no idea how it will end, I might change this a bit or add new elements into it later. Possible a small DerekxOC? What do you think about it? Let me know!

I would also like to thank you silentmayhem, jerrbear16, Em-x. everlasting, hcguntert and a-book-crazed-fangirl for adding the story to their favourites and ShikaaaXxx, suffocater, Just Lindsey, , laterlosers, .10, , .smile, Sallygirl2001, jcscheidt and nogistiles for following.

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Enjoy

Five years ago

She ran.

That was really the only thing that mattered, the only thing that made sense. The only thing she could do.

She ran through the woods of a town she didn't know. She didn't know if they were following her but she knew she needed to run. Run away. Run.

'Mommy! Mommy, please!'

Shaking her head a bit, she ran even faster than she ever could have imagined herself that she could. She used to race with her friends or run home whenever she was late for dinner, but it was never this fast or this desperate.

Mom's eyes fell on me as I was all covered in blood kneeling on the ground, with a look of defeat on her face as an arrow went through her, 'Run!'

She blinked away the tears and ran even faster. Her lungs were burning. Her hip hurt like someone had stabbed her, but she just couldn't stop. Not yet. Just a little bit further. Just a little bit.

She was passing trees so quickly, they appeared to be just some small lines in the way.

With the speed, it wasn't long before she managed to reach it. She saw it, the tree. The one she was looking for.

It was right there.

She made it.

Hitting her feet on the ground, hard, she stopped, but since she was running so fast she tripped and ended up on the cold ground of the night forest.

Panting hard, she almost wanted to die there and then. It hurt so much. So, so much.

Mom. Others.

She gripped her hand in a fist, creating a bit more pain as her nails dug into her palm, as she slowly started to get up feeling every muscle in her weak body, protesting. She shook her head and got to her feet feeling the pain with every step she took as she walked to the tree stool in front of her.

She felt it.

The energy.

The power.

The darkness.

It was radiating from it in such massive waves she could tell even without touching it.

She put her hands on it, feeling the energy that it awoken not long ago and gasped at its intensity, nearly enough to knock het out.

She let go for a moment taking a deep breath. She couldn't do that. She had to continue.

For mom.

She fought back tears, taking a few fast breaths before she took another, this time a long, deep breath and put her hands on the stool again, slowly absorbing the energy. Not much, but enough to make her head feel a wonderful buzz and her soul to consume the delicious taste of power.

She gasped, feeling that just as she was taking a piece of it, it was also taking something. Not from the supernatural part of her but from the other one… the human one.

It felt so wonderful. So, so wonderful.

Nina

Her mom's voice in her head made the link between her and the tree jerk a bit and brought her focus once more to what was really important.

With every bit of her existence, her humanity she pulled herself away from the tree falling to the ground on her back.

It did its job. It gave her power, more than she needed to survive and just enough to do what needed to be done.

She started running again with the new found strength. This time even faster than any eleven years old could simply running on the energy from the tree.

She ran as far from it as she could. She couldn't tell how long she was running this time.

Mom. Mommy. Teresa. Ashley. Michaela…

She stopped shaking my head again.

No!

Not now.

She turned around and checked the area first with her human eyes and then with her other ones, purple ones. Once she was sure she couldn't see the tree she kneeled down pressing her hands against her chest feeling her heart beating against her hands in fast and hard yet synch beats.

The girl closed her eyes licking her lips trying to catch the small straw of energy as her mother thought her.

'We are what we are. We do what we do. And we want what we want.'

Opening her eyes and with a quick move she shoved a hand into her chest thankful to anyone who was on duty that day that it worked and she didn't just make a hole into her chest.

With her hands shaking she pulled out something which looked like a heart from her biology books in school except it was made from some sort of deep red crystal and glowing a bit.

She gasped as the little thing was beating in her hands just as it was a while ago beating inside her chest.

It's beautiful, mom. Just like you said it would be.

She took another deep breath before she brought it closer to her lips.

'Sme to čo sme. Robíme to čo robíme. A chceme to čo chceme.'

A second after that she shoved the heart into the ground causing it to glow through her hands once more before it disappeared.

She licked her lips and tried to dig a bit but the heart wasn't in the ground any more. She pressed a hand against her chest again. It felt different. It was different. It was beating. But it wasn't beating there. It was in the ground and yet it wasn't. It was right within her reach and yet it wasn't. It was nowhere and it was everywhere. She finally knew what it felt like.

She did it.

She made it.

Mom. I finished the ritual, mom. I did it.

She started crying there and then and this time she didn't care if the hunters would find her and kill her on the spot.

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Sheriff Stilinski was just at work with his son and his son's best friend. Ever since his wife died two years ago and him and Stiles were left to somehow deal with parenthood and childhood on their own and since Melissa and Scott were pretty much on the same ship they managed to work out a sort of a plan of co-raising the two little boys. They were both busy and the both of them had little time and billion and three problems to deal with on top with one ADHD kid and one with asthma but they were dealing.

Slowly and sometimes hardly but they were dealing.

They were just doing some math homework which left even the sheriff wonder how was a eleven year old suppose know how to work this out but apparently he should have so he was helping the two.

They were in his office, both with their chairs in front of his desk with their books and exercises opened frowning or mouths opened with shocked faces looking at the numbers.

'Look, Scott, you can't just divide these two numbers because-'

'Dad?' asked suddenly Stiles, who's gaze had for a moment travel to the glassed window where the curtain wasn't completely turned down as they could clearly suddenly see a little girl in ripped jeans and bloody face standing in front of one of the deputies' desks.

Sheriff immediately got up, 'You two stay here.'

He went out closing the door after him and walked to the girl just as a young female officer was about to stand up from her chair.

The girl was a mess, looking like she'd been through hell of a lot and it made him feel incredibly sorry for the little thing for whatever she had to go through. Of course, he thought the worst case scenarios and prayed in his mind that it wouldn't be that. That it would be anything but that. Because the little blonde looked too precious to be dealing with something like that which he didn't even want to think about.

'Hello.'

Of course, Scott and Stiles didn't stay in the office. Stiles opened the door and with Scott right behind him the stayed on it not going close enough to get caught but enough to listen to what they were saying.

'Hi, I'm Nina and I think you need to call my granny.'

'Hi, Nina. I'm sheriff Stilinski. Are you okay?' he asked kneeling in front of the girl to get to her level.

She shrugged her shoulders.

'My mom… I can't find her.'

'Don't worry, we'll find her, but are you hurt?' he pointed at her face where there was now as he was looking closer at it dry blood.

'What happened?'

'We went for a walk and I wandered off. I fell in the woods when I was looking for her…down the hill there were a few rocks and limbs.'

He nodded and gave her a small smile, 'Okay, how about I send someone to look for your mom and call your granny and have someone look at you? One of my friends, hm? Just to be sure you're okay. How does that sound, Nina?' he asked in a fatherly like voice that Stiles and Scott knew all too well.

The girl nodded slowly and gave him a half of a smile. She could feel he was honest and that he believed her.

'Okay, can I pick you up?' he asked.

Her smile grew and he was going to pick her up. She liked him.

She nodded again and he picked her up gesturing for the female officer to call the doctor while he walked to his office just as Scott and Stiles managed to reach their seats again to not look suspicious.

They stood up at the same time if he wanted to put her there but he put her into his chair before looking at them.

'Can you two go out for a bit? How about you call your mom, Scott, from Parker's desk?'

Nina looked at the boy with darker skin than the other one who nodded before he looked at her and gave her a soft smile which might not have been a smile since he had a bit of an uneven jaw.

The other boy kept on staring at her until the one with the uneven jaw, Scott, took him by the shoulder and dragged him out.

The sheriff then started asking her questions again and after she told him her granny's number he called her.

He believed her. Everyone believed her. Why wouldn't he? Why wouldn't anyone?

He mom had took her into the woods and left her there and disappeared. Without a goodbye without a final kiss. It was true.

'Was someone else there?' Teresa. Ashley, Gwen, Michaela, Pam. Vanessa

'Some man?' Ten hunters with crossbows and guns.

'No,' she shook her head.

Once her granny came she asked the sheriff to give her a moment with her and as soon as he left she took her hands in hers and gave her the proudest smile she had ever received from anyone.

'You are the bravest girl I have ever had the honor to meet, Nina James.'

She shook her head feeling the tears running it to her eyes and demanding to get out.

'I left them there. I left and they're… they're…'

'At peace,' she cut her and placed on of her hands against her chest.

'Thanks to you. They're at peace and when our time comes we'll join them. You didn't leave them to burn for their sins, Nina. You gave them mercy, you gave them forgiveness. You gave them freedom from the hunger that controls us. You gave them all of this, my child. Never forget it.'

She nodded smiling a bit although her tears continued to fall down as she was sitting in the sheriff's chair looking at the older yet still beautiful woman.

'What about the hunters?'

'They left this morning. They must have spent all night looking for you but couldn't find you. You hid yourself excellent, my dear.'

She brushed her tears and then pressed her hand against her cheek.

'Brave heart, Nina.'

She nodded and licked her lips, 'Brave heart, Maria.'

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Today

She was in a small bedroom picking up a low cut black dress from her closet. She liked it. It was short enough to get her room to breathe, to absorb, to taste the energy.

She put it on and zipped it in the front. She had a rule. No more than three times a month and lucky for her today was one of those days. She had also a plan and for that she needed to go out today so she can start with it first thing tomorrow at school.

She wasn't even sure who she wanted to pick but she will…tomorrow was her day.

She put on her favorite purple jacket from her bed and walked out of the room an older woman in the kitchen sending her a quick wink as she saw her.

'Eat them alive, darling.'

She grinned at that and walked out of the house into the dark.

There was a loud music playing the place she was walking to. There was a bouncer at the entrance but with one quick smirk he let her in without much of a comment. People rarely believed her that she was a teenager anyway.

As she walked inside, she immediately felt a few eyes on her but she didn't want to call tonight's off so soon. She had her own ways of doing things. Not necessary saying that they were better but they certainly couldn't hurt.

She went further into the crowd of people that were dancing around her lost in the rhythm and bodies.

She smiled at that throwing her head back a little as she started to move a bit. Swinging her hips into the hypnotic rhythm feeling the energies of the people around her, dancing, kissing, touching, moving, feeling. Touching the walls of her souls, tickling her but not quite reaching in.

She liked it this way. Slow, teasing at first. Close but not close enough at the same time. Too much but not enough as well.

She gave it a few more minutes, denying herself the pleasure. The taste. The energy.

Until she felt someone take her by the hips and lean down to her ear, whispering something she couldn't quite hear due the music around her, the emotions and pleasures of others that were filling up her senses.

She brought her hands above her head as she moved, despite that it was against the man behind her.

It was time. Teasing was fun but she wanted to eat.

She let her walls down, gasping as the man pressed himself closer to her. His junk started to show through his pants against her ass. She let all of the pleasures in the room inside.

It felt incredible.

Orgasmic even. It was the best feeling in the world for her. She had never felt more powerful, more connected to anyone and everything that she felt in that moment, tasting the pleasure of the people around her as they were enjoying themselves in the rhythm of the sensual music, bodies swinging against each other, lips brushing against each other, hands caressing, smiles warming. This was it.

This was everything.

She came from her high just as the man spun her around and was about to kiss her.

She didn't give him the chance as she opened her eyes and pressed her hands against his chest with a smirk, shocking him with her strength.

'Sorry, I wouldn't do that, if I were you. Minor and all.'

She left him after that, with his mouth wide open.

She could clearly see herself down on all four in front of him, barking.

She couldn't contain any longer the chuckle that was demanding to be let out.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the weirdest desire she had ever read in someone's mind, so she couldn't really call him a pervert, not with how bad others could be.

Nina James shook her head and brushed her hair a bit as she went out of the back, winking at the bouncer in front the door one last time as she started running.

She loved running like this. She was fast. Faster than any human could ever dream of being and it felt wonderful to be like this. This charged with energy. Energy of others. Humans.

She did it three times a month. Not because she needed to, well, that wasn't completely true. Unlike others, her skin wouldn't start burning from the inside. She would just get cranky. At first, she thought she was just going to get her days when it first happened. Then it would get worst and she could get violent.

A smile formed its way to her lips at her silly beginnings. Now, she was better. Smarter. She could deal with her desires as well as with the emotions and desires of others. It was fun actually to hunt like this. Sure, it didn't approve her school status. Most of the town actually thought she was a slut because the way she dressed. She found out long time ago that there wasn't anything she could do about it, if she didn't want herself to be suspicious. Plus, if she didn't feed for a long time, it would become hard to ignore and with all of the stories she heard, she didn't want to hurt anyone.

And she didn't want to blow her cover either. Not after what happened that night in the woods.

She was even forced to kiss a boy once, just to not look like the odd one, despite immediately regretting it as she weakened him so much that he got an asthma attack.

Anyway, she trained all last year and summer and she was finally ready. She could totally pull anything off and she could absolutely try to have a normal, or semi-normal human and supernatural life now.

She ran until she was two streets down hers, which was where she slowed down, seeing her first kiss slowly and looking like he was hurt walking to his house.

Now, he looks anything but satisfied.

'Scott!' she called out and went to him as he stopped, hearing someone call his name.

She walked faster to him as she wasn't sure she wouldn't just be too fast if she ran.

'Hey. Are you okay?' she asked looking at the boy in the red hoodie.

It was perfect. Scott was going to be her first test. She totally owned him for messing up his first kiss like she did when they were thirteen, but he just tasted so damn good back then.

Nina. Training and focus.

Of course.

Scott blinked, looking at the blonde in front of him.

Nina James.

He seriously did not expect to meet her let alone, yet talk to her tonight, but then again, he didn't expect to be chased and bitten down in the woods where he ended up looking for a half of a dead body.

God, why did she have to be so stunning?

Every guy and girl thought so and every guy and a few girls wanted her. Scott would have totally lie if he said he never thought about her during late nights or showers, but unlike them, he actually got to kiss her on Lydia Martin's birthday party when they were thirteen… and then totally blow it getting an asthma attack.

She ran away frighten. At least, that's what Stiles told him once he had gained consciousness and she wrote him a short 'I'm sorry' text, but she pretty much never spoke to him since then, so he surely wasn't expecting her to just come and talk to him like this.

'Uhm, Scott?' she asked with a small smile and raised brows.

Could I be more of an idiot? I totally spaced out.

'Hi, Nina. I'm fine. It's just a scratch,' he said, moving his hand to the spot as if he was afraid she would try to take a look. She wanted to, but he didn't have to know that.

'You sure? Come on,' Before he could protest, she took his hand by the shoulder and put it around her neck. She slowly started walking with him to the direction of his house. She was about six inches shorter than him and she definitely couldn't weight more than 120 pounds, yet she managed to hold him quite steady without much effort.

'How do you know where I live?' he blurred out suddenly, looking at her, trying to calm down his heart and not make a big deal that he was this close to Nina James, the prettiest girl of Beacon Hill High School and possibly even the prettiest girl in the whole town.

Everyone, even if they were with somebody had to admit that there just was something about the girl which made her without a doubt stunning and attractive. She was the most talked about girl in school as every boy wanted to date her or fuck her. Even the older seniors desired her but none of them ever got a chance. Sure, there were rumors but no one pretty much believed that anyone was actually in the same league as her.

Stiles told him that Jackson and Lydia might, but unfortunately for Stiles, the two of them were already dating so that was a dead end. It was pretty much as Stiles called it 'ruining his plans of getting together with the strawberry blonde'.

Scott liked Nina. Like everyone but unlike most of the people, he knew how far she was out of his or anyone's league, even despite what Stiles said, so he was assuring himself and calming a bit that there was no way a girl like Nina could somehow want him like that, so he shouldn't really be nervous.

'Small neighborhood? You know, I live like two blokes down the road,' she chucked and looked at him.

'So are you going to tell me where you were and how did you got the scratch?' she asked as they reached his house.

He sighed, 'Are you going to be surprised if I tell you it was Stiles' idea?'

She giggled which made him smile a bit, 'Not in the slightest.' She liked this. Talking with him like it was a normal thing. Would it always be like this? It would, wouldn't it?

'It was Stiles' idea. I just wanted to get a good night sleep before tomorrow.'

'Ah, first day and all?' she helped him get the key from under the carpet and opened the door and she started walking with him into the dark and empty house.

'Yeah, uhm it's because of lacrosse. The tryouts? I want to make the cut this year.'

'Oh, awesome. You've been training a lot so you definitely should have a good chance. Where to?' she asked as she closed the door after them.

'Uhm, my bathroom? I want to nurse this before my mom comes home,' he said suddenly remembering that he was alone in his house with Nina James. He couldn't look straight at her without feeling his cheeks warming up. It was just stupid.

She is kind enough to help you to your bathroom because you are hurt, dumbass. Stop being a hormonal teen!

They started walking up the stairs, 'How do you know I was training?'

'Your mom. I sometimes come to read to seniors at the hospital. We chat a bit. Don't worry, nothing too embarrassing or anything. Your mom is pretty cool.'

That was true. She came often to read to the seniors since they and the coma patients were the only one not affected by the glow. A pretty much the only people she could talk to without them either being completely taken by her or ogling her something.

'Well, now, I'm embarrassed.'

She giggled at that and slowly, they managed to come to his room and bathroom, where he sat down on the closed toilet, 'So tell me, how come your bestie didn't come to the rescue?'

'His dad sent a cop with him home so he couldn't sneak out. And since we didn't want him to admit that I was in the woods too, this was the only opinion.'

She nodded and picked a first aid case.

'Oh, I can do that. Son of a nurse and all,' he said as he pulled his red hoodie over his head.

'Thank God, because honestly, I've never done this.'

He chuckled as he took the case from her, 'It's no wonder. Look,' he raised his t-shirt revealing a bleeding bit mark.

Nina's eyes widened, her mouth barely holding in the gasp that wanted to get out. Something definitely bit him. And it looked really nasty and painfully.

Scott started silently working on his side as Nina watched him swallowing a bit.

Scott's mom wasn't lying. He had definitely spent some time training. She noticed the bar upon his door that must have been used constantly, since Scott McCall gained abs and pecks and she had to admit it was a good look for him.

She bit the inside of her mouth.

Silly girl. You just fed. Don't think about the desire in him. Ignore it.

She heard her granny's voice all of the sudden inside her head.

'Can I ask what happened?'

'Something bit me. It might have been a wolf or something. It was really dark and I didn't see anything. First there were these deer, they scared me and I lost my phone, and then, there was suddenly whatever it was and it bit me. I think I heard a wolf howl. I'm pretty sure it was a wolf howl.'

'Hm.'

He looked over to Nina noticing her watching his work with undefined interest. That was the first time he had noticed what she was wearing and how low was her dress.

He turned back to his work in hands, blushing, hoping she didn't notice.

She had, she always had, and she wasn't about to say anything, that's for sure.

'What about you?' he swallowed his eyes strictly, staying on his bandage that he was slowly putting around his body.

'I went out. Last day of break and all that,' she moved to him and leaned down touching his hand, making his heart speed up again unintentionally and hers as well as she could feel the energy that was right under her touch inside of him.

'May I?'

'S-sure.'

'I'm starting this new me thing. I want to make some friends.'

He blinked at her, catching for a moment that honestly sad look on her face. He sometimes witnessed her at school, or what he briefly remembered from when he pulled away from their kiss.

Now thinking about it, she didn't have any friends. He mostly saw her by herself. Sure, there was always someone who would approach her but she would just as quickly send him his marry way.

'Huh, so this is you trying to be friends. I should be fluttered. A girl like you could aim higher, I guess.'

'You mean Lydia's click? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that ship sail a long time ago since I always ignored them. Plus, I don't think I could be friends with boys shamelessly ogling me and girls constantly in doubt if I want to steal their boyfriends or not.'

She straightened up, 'There. All done.'

He looked at his bandaged chest and smiled before looking back up at the blonde.

'Thanks, Nina.'

She watched him, seeing something else in him. Sure, there was desire for her. There always was for her kind but there was also something else. A deeper feeling of acknowledgment. Something she had been trying all this past year to achieve and maybe it was Scott McCall who she might achieve it with. She was with him for what seemed like a half an hour and she managed to hold herself in bay, despite the sensation she felt tickling her skin of how good would his desires taste like. Especially since she once already got to feel their delicious spark when they were younger.

No, I just fed. Sure Scott would be delicious. But I'm good.

'You're welcome, Scott.'

She helped him at least to the bed since he refused her offer to stay for a while.

'I'll walk myself out.'

'Text me when you get home.'

He honestly wanted to know. No further motive to spread my legs for him.

'It's two blocks, Scott,' she raised her brows.

'Two blocks with a killer on the loose,' he reminded her quickly.

She shook her head with a small smile and gave him her phone as he quickly tipped in his number.

She crossed her hands as she watched him raising her brow and giving him a smirk, 'Maybe you should call me next time you go out dead body's hunting,' she suggested waiting for his reaction.

He looked at her as she was standing in his room with a look on her face, and body language he could only describe as start of a really wet dream and all of the sudden felt okay with it? She was hot, astonishing and she was looking at him like that and he still had a few thoughts in the back of his head about how sexy she would look on his bed, but he managed to pretty much keep them there and looked at her like he would look at any other pretty girl.

Weird?

'I'll definitely do that,' he handed her back her phone, 'just don't forget to text me, Nina.'

She took it, watching him in awe as if he had suddenly found a cure for some disease.

She blinked before she smiled.

Did he break it? He looks like he actually broke it? Could he really manage to do it?

She wanted to hug him at least, her fingers begging to touch his skin, but she wasn't sure if it wouldn't have been too much. For her? For him?

She just knew that he wasn't completely taken by her anymore, which was a start, a hope, a gift that made her incredibly happy and hopeful.

She walked out of the McCalls' house with not a single worry in the world, thinking about how amazing it felt to earn this first step of her plan to actual life and friends. She knew she could achieve it. Make other realize that she was nothing special and find good friends who wouldn't be completely hypnotized by her anymore. By the glow.

Nina knew that although Scott might have hold up on his own, she was in her right mind and good behavior, because she had fed just a little over hours ago, so she didn't need to feel his desire and energy under her hands as she was touching him and that she would have to control herself a lot more on days she hadn't fed. But she was willing to do whatever it took.

Scott was a really great person. She always knew that.

She was so focused on what happened that she didn't even notice that dark, black shadow that was on the roof of one of the houses, watching her, as she walked to street.

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I made it home alright. No killers but I'm dead and I'm going to sleep. See you in school. Good night, Scott.

He read the text a few times as he was eating breakfast. His mom giving him an odd look every now and then, but for the first few minutes she remained silent, waiting, if he was going to let something out.

Melissa McCall and Scott had lived together just the two of them for a few years now and it was hard and challenging at times, but she liked how thing were. She would be lying if she would say that she was all alone on Scott. She had a great amount of help from the sheriff or one of her nurse friends, so it wasn't all that bad.

She liked how things were, yet, she was realizing with every day that Scott was changing and growing and she knew this phase all too well. She was a rebellious teenager herself after all.

Which Scott can never find out!

She knew it was just the way things were. He was slowly living his own life and she shouldn't expect him to always include her like he used to. It was sad, but it was life.

'Listen,' she started once she couldn't take it anymore. Then again, as long as he needed to borrow the car, money and stuff, she still held a bit of leverage over him, 'is something up? You're seriously quiet today and weird.'

He looked at her and shook his head smiling, 'Just excited. Lacrosse and all.'

'You sure?' she asked a well-known smile on her face.

He shrugged, 'I got to talk to Nina James yesterday.'

She raised her brows, 'Nina James. Whoa, didn't see that coming-'

'It wasn't like that. We just talked. She was nice.'

'Uh-huh, so are you planning on being friends or something?' she asked, trying to act casually as she took a piece of toast and started eating, eyeing her son from the corner of her eyes.

'Maybe, I hope so, but we'll see.'

'How did you got to meet with her, anyway?'

'Outside, she was on a walk, I was just coming from Stiles',' he lied quickly. He hated lying to his mom but he seriously didn't want to worry her with what happened in the woods. She had enough on her plate already.

'Okay, but you tell me if it gets a bit too friendly, we're going to have a talk.'

'MOM!'

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'All I'm saying is don't get too excited! That's what hormonal men are for,' said her Maria James as she was running her eyes through the newspaper while holding her mug of coffee.

Nina raised her brows as she was just a second ago happily telling her what happened the night before, 'Jeez, Maria, don't go all girly about it.'

The older woman sighed, 'Very well, listen my dear. There is no possible way that Scott could have managed to see past the glow in such a short time. I have several man friends and it took minimum of a month for them to even stop for every time we met in the morning to not drool.'

Nina put down the spoon and looked at her cereals in her milk, 'But there was no… I didn't feel the want, not like I felt it at first. Something within him changed about me.'

'Look, Nina. No one,' she took her hand, 'is rooting for you as much as I am and I am happy that you picked up Scott McCall, because for a hormonal teenager, the boy has rarely fetish thoughts…Well certainly less than others, but you can't push him or yourself, otherwise you might end up hurting him again.'

'This time it won't happen, Maria. I'm better. More in control. I feed regularly and if I feel like I can't control it, I will just leave.'

'What if he wants to follow you? That's what friends do! Even more, that's what people in contact with us do.'

'Only the ones that are hypnotized by the glow.'

'Which is most of the people around us.'

'Maria. I know what I'm doing. And starting today, I will talk to anyone who will be willing to talk to me after ignoring them for the past, I don't know, years?!'

'Don't be such a teenager,' she rolled her eyes fondly and then leaned to her again and pinched her nose.

'Just don't get too disappointed if he will be another hormonal zombie in school.'

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Scott was about to leave out of the door when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at his mom who was walking up the stairs.

'Mom?'

'Yeah, sweetie?'

'Uhm, do you sometimes talk to Nina? In the hospital, I mean.'

'Yeah, she comes to read to old people or patients in comas. Her granny comes too, sometimes.'

'How does she look to you?'

Melissa blinked, 'Uhm, really pretty?'

'Yeah, but like seriously beautiful that you lose your words.'

'That's how she appears to you?' his mom laughed, 'if that's the case, then you definitely don't want to be just a friend, Scott.'

'No,' he closed the door, 'I mean, she felt like that. Or I just thought about how… well…pretty she was and nothing else and uhm-yesterday it was like I really saw her just like her? Does it make sense?'

His mom shrugged her shoulders, 'Well, I heard that crushes last about three months, after that, they either fade away or you're in love. So maybe the crush is just gone?'

'I didn't have a crush on her!' he exclaimed and in a hurry, left.

She smirked before she thought about it for a moment, 'I was kind of stunned by her granny too when I first met her. I guess it's a thing in that family.'

---

Stiles Stilinski was nervously looking around for the past few minutes. He was looking everywhere for his best friend. Asking almost everyone he knew or didn't if they had seen Scott, like a crazy person.

'Oh my God! Finally, I thought you weren't going to come.'

'Dude! I texted you like fifteen minutes ago that I was on my way.'

'Twenty-two, my friend. And let me tell you, a lot can happen but never mind that! Show me.'

Scott shook his head before he lifted his t-shirt, just enough for Stiles to let out an excited noise.

'Oh my…!'

He tried to reach it but Scott pulled away, worried it might hurt.

'Careful.'

He let the t-shirt fall back down and they started walking to the front entrance.

'It was hard to see much but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf.'

'A wolf bit you? No, not a chance.'

'I heard a wolf howling.'

'No, you didn't.'

'What do you mean 'no I didn't'?'

'How do you know what I heard?'

'Because California doesn't have wolves, okay?'

He turned around to face Scott, 'Not in like, 60 years.'

'Really?'

'Yes, really. There are no wolves in California,' said Stiles and he started looking around, something taking away his attention.

Scott frowned. It was weird. He was more than sure that what he heard was a wolf howling. Plus, with the size of the bite, it might as well have been one. So weird.

'Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you definitely won't believe me about the other thing,' he said and caught Stiles attention and again.

'I found the body last night and got to talk to Nina James.'

It caused Stiles to stop and widely open his mouth, 'You-body-Nina-Are you kidding me?'

'I wish. I'm going to have nightmares for months. About the body thing, not about Nina.'

'That's-that's just! That's seriously the best thing that happened to this place since-,' he turned partly around, eyeing two girls that were on their way into the school.

'-since the birth of Lydia Martin.'

The mentioned strawberry blond along with the other girl just pasted the two without a single glance in their direction.

Stiles turned as they passed, 'Hey, Lydia you look-like you're gonna ignore me.'

Scott leaned his head to the side to get a closer look. He felt bad for his friend at time. There was definitely no use since the girl was like miles away from his reach. Lydia had been successfully ignoring him since like the same amount of time Stiles had been in love with her. It was sad. But he would support his best friend and his obsessive behavior no matter what. They were friends, after all.

'This is you and your nerdiness,' complained Stiles turning around. Scott gave him a 'really?' look, 'Anyway, what's this about Nina-'

'You know she's the prototype of mean girl on our school, right?' asked Nina as she suddenly appeared in front of the two boys with a smile on her face, startling them a bit.

'You know, you could totally do better than her,' she said, looking at him before she turned back to Scott who was also surprised by her sudden appearance. But he was not standing with an open mouth like Stiles was.

'Good morning,' she mumbled, barely containing a wide smile, so she tried her best to just smile a little bit. Still, it looked more like a smirk than a smile if you asked Scott but it was a nice smirk too.

'Hi, Nina,' he said back with a smile as well. He looked genuinely happy about seeing her.

No flashes or sex thoughts. Nice.

She turned back to Stiles who was still looking at her with his mouth wide open like she had just hit him with a fry-pan.

'S-stiles?' she asked carefully. The boy was definitely hypnotized by the glow. It's not like she wasn't expecting this reaction. She just hoped there was a way he could be like Scott somehow.

Okay, so Scott's on and Stiles will be a work in process.

Scott rolled his eyes and punched him into the shoulder.

Stiles looked at Scott like he just saw him for the first time or realized that he was there too.

He blinked and looked back at Nina and then back at his friend. He looked back at her and down her body, eyeing almost suspiciously her skirt before Scott sighed and took his shoulder causing him to blink and look at his best friend again, confused more than anything.

'Hi, Nina,' said Scott amused.

'Hi, uhm, hi Nina,' mumbled Stiles but with his eyes at Scott.

Red hair.

Lydia.

She blinked at that. Sure, it happened a few time that instead of herself, she saw someone else in the desire. Plus, it was no secret that the boy was way over his head for Lydia Martin. It was quite sad, because from what Nina could tell, the girl had no need for the boy. Not even a bit.

Poor Stiles.

'Sorry, he sometimes has his moments. Especially around pretty girls.'

She nodded with an amused look, 'No problem. It's a thing with me, I guess,' she said honestly. She wasn't that happy that Stiles was this affected by the glow, but Scott seemed okay enough to let it slid. Small victories and all.

'Good morning, Stiles. Again.'

Stiles looked back at Scott sending him a quiet 'what the actual fuck Nina James' look since the two of them were pretty good at communication through glances.

'Like I said, you should totally get a new hobby. Someone more… availed and less bitchy?' she suggested and pointed with her head to the school entrance and the three of them started walking.

'How's your side?'

'It doesn't hurt but I still want to be sure it's okay before I put the bandage off. You know, because of infections and all.'

Stiles, who was still in disbelief, looking from Scott to Nina, suddenly managed to gain some attention back to what was happening and burst out.

'Wait, what do you mean 'I could do better'? Do you actually know someone?'

She shrugged her shoulders, 'I can't really tell you, but there are a few girls who find you interesting.'

Granny told her that a while ago: it was easier for people to focus around her if she wasn't staring at them, so she tried to only glance at Stiles from the corner of her eyes.

'What's your first class?' asked Scott.

'English, you?'

'Same!' they exclaimed in chore.

'Now, back to that. Who likes me? And how do you know?'

Nina smirked. This should be easy.

Someone whistled at her and she rolled her eyes. Okay. Hope for the best but expect the worst. Got it.

---

In class, she was smiling a bit too much at the two boys. Scott smiling back and Stiles looking still stunned more than anything by her, or possibly it was the fact that after not talking to them for like four years or so, she was now all friendly smiles and chats.

Still, it was weird, but whenever Scott gave him some pointed look, which was probably in their secret conversation she didn't know of, he seemed to be able to get a grip for a while and then be back at square one.

Now, you're just imagining things, Nina.

She looked back down at her syllabus. The teacher was saying something about the murder from last night and she briefly shot Scott a look, who returned her a smirk.

She started playing with her hair. How much can she spend time with them? Well, obviously she should spend time with them to get the glow to ease its power over them for the three of them to have normal human relationship. Could she, like, sit with them in the cafeteria? And near them each of the classes they shared together?

She was a bit lost in her thoughts, until the door opened and the assistant of the director came in with a tall and really pretty black haired girl, introducing her to the class.

There was suddenly a wave of desire from a few boys, including Scott, which caused her to look his way for a moment. Desire was always present when she was around, but now it was mostly centered to the new girl, who was nervously standing in the front. Obviously, she just wanted to sit down and not have to be looked at like this.

Not that she was surprised, the girl was seriously astonishing and Nina smiled. Scott could totally do a girl like that, if she wasn't a bitch, naturally.

She got to the spear seat right behind Scott, who turned around and gave her a pen. She smiled at him and Nina almost felt like making an 'awww' sound. The girl wanted him back, at least as desire and lust went. It was cute, really.

No, she wasn't a romantic soul. She was a seducer, although not from her own will, she knew that the world wasn't always about love, puppies and innocence. The world could be brutal and nasty and shitty and almost in every way deviant.

But every now and then, she managed to read a desire of an honest soul and this girl, Allison Argent, seemed like the kind and caring soul like that.

And Scott caught her interest.

Nice, one Scott.

---

Scott couldn't help himself, but for the rest of the day, he spent his time trying to seek the new girl. She was really pretty and with the way she smiled at him, he felt his stomach drop and a little twinkle inside of him to be formed. A twinkle, he already felt once before and still had unresolved feelings about, so he was surprised he felt it again.

He looked over to Nina. She was reading something about her schedule, frowningly biting her lip next to him as he was putting his books into the locker.

It was weird. He liked Nina. Really liked her. He couldn't even begin to talk about how beautiful she was. But since yesterday, when she was different, like he saw her for the first time, like he saw someone else who was Nina James but at the same time wasn't the Nina James he remembered, he sort of didn't feel so into her. He would probably go for her if she would give him some indications she wanted something, but apart from the looks he could now see that it was just the looks that he was seeing in her. He had to admit though; he liked this Nina James a whole lot of better and more than the other one.

He turned around and noticed Allison, who was across from them, standing next to her locker as well.

She smiled at him and, God, it was a beautiful smile.

He turned around back to Nina for a second as her eyes suddenly widened for something she found in her schedule.

And then back to Allison.

Who said he couldn't get to know both of them? It was possible nothing would come out from either of the possibilities.

Well, he kind of was enjoying the whole 'becoming friends' thing for now. Nina was quite cool when she wasn't all silent and in her beautiful but cold world.

Lydia Martin suddenly appeared in front of Allison and with a smile started talking to her about her clothes.

How am I hearing them?

Nina sighed as she looked away from the piece of paper that was getting her a headache.

Seriously, how could I have not noticed that I have such a shitty schedule?

She looked at Scott, who was turned with his back to her, his head turned to the new girl who was now being interrogated by Lydia Martin, just as Stiles joined them with Harley.

'Can someone please tell me how can the new girl, who has been be here for five minutes, is already be a part of Lydia's click?' she asked, suddenly noticing Nina behind Scott who gave the girl a smile.

Of course, Harley just widened her eyes at her and stared at her completely dumfounded.

'Because she's hot,' Stiles shrugged his shoulders, looking at the girls and Jackson, who had just joined them. He hated the guy. He knew him since kindergarten and he really could speak from the bottom of his heart, he hated him. The guy was a walking and talking definition of the word douche and yes, it had also everything to do with the fact that he was dating the love of his life, Lydia Martin.

What more reason do I need to hate this guy?

He rather looked at Lydia instead feeling smiling as he saw how lovely she looked today and that he had seen her for the first time today since the breaks, 'Beautiful people belong together. Speaking of…,' he turned around and looked at Nina, which caused Scott to also look at her.

'Shouldn't you, like, be with them? Over there?' he asked pointing not so subtly at the three.

Nina raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms before she pressed herself against the locker, making Stiles suddenly swallow. A wave of want hit the air again. He was a teenage boy after all and she was covered in glow, but still.

Boy, this is a burden.

He shook his head as if to gather his thoughts that were running all over the place, thinking about her with strawberry blond hair and in a second turning back to the girl of his dreams.

Nina tried not to think too much about it. She had to be honest, she saw weirder flashes. Definitely kinkier.

'So what's the plan now? Lacrosse?' she asked, trying to get them into a conversation. Stuff like that helped. Talking, distractions, side looks and turning around. It got easier to ignore or not notice the glow, although it still needed mainly time.

'Yup!' said suddenly Stiles, caught in the excitement, putting his hands on Scott's shoulders from behind looking at the blonde.

'Because Scottieboy, here, is going to try and fail getting off the bench.'

'Dude!'

Scott looked at him annoyed.

Talking about friend support, honestly.

Nina chuckled. The typical smirk present on her face, 'Well, maybe Scottieboy, here, is going to actually get off the bench.'

'Not if we don't get actually on the field in time!' said Harley, breaking their stare competition suddenly, causing Nina to blink, feeling something coming from the girl.

She blinked a few times before she smirked at her, causing Harley to, almost embarrassed, look away.

'Harley's right. We're going on the field. You two go change and remember: English class girl will be watching,' she said to Scott, surprising him as she walked to Harley, nodding at her.

Although, the girl was still unease about her, she started walking and Nina turned around for a second to wink at the two before they walked to the field, leaving the boys behind.

The two just watched as they left and Scott couldn't help a small smile. He definitely liked this Nina James more.

---

Nina took Harley to the bleachers and sat down. She could feel that the girl was somehow still nervous and uncomfortable about being next to her, since she felt the desire towards her. She got that too. It happened a lot with people who were with someone and actually in love with them. If they were good people, it was like a betrayal towards them to just think about Nina in that way or have their hearts or pulses speed up or how they wanted to lean forward and kiss her.

She was just glad that most of them didn't have the courage to do it.

'Hey, Jackson!' called one of the players.

She frowned a bit with a tight smile.

Most of them.

Jackson and her had a bit of a rocky start, so she definitely wasn't a fan of his. She basically hated him.

She could almost divide people into three categories. The ones that were immune, the ones that were just embarrassed watching her, blushing or shuttering or just in silence staring at her (since they couldn't even form a sentence in front of her) and the ones that would actually try something like touching her like the guy at the club.

Wanna guess which one was Jackson Whittemore?

In the heat of the moment when she was feeding, she let it slide because she was too distracted by being almost high if she took too much to care, but in other situations? It pissed her off.

'Like I said, lacrosse here is amazing and the boys are hotties…well most of them,' she heard Lydia say as she and Allison walked towards them and took the bench right upon them.

'Hey,' said Nina startling both of the girls.

'I'm Nina.'

The girl turned pink in a matter of second, catching her tongue.

Nina didn't stop smiling and instead continuing, 'And you're Allison Argent, the new girl.'

She nodded with an embarrassing smile and a giggle. Nina blinked. Something about her energy was different. She couldn't tell energies apart. Maria told her she might one day, if she, well, got better in control and learn a bit more. But for now, they were all just tasty little sins in the background of her mind that she could feel but didn't allow to, since she didn't want to hurt anyone.

Still, Allison's energy felt, well for lack of better words, weird but still sweet, tasty even.

'So how do you like it so far?'

'I-it's okay,' she coughed a bit, clearly trying to get a hold of herself since she was staring at her like that, 'It's nice around here. And lacrosse…uhm…who's that?'

She was looking somewhere into the field and Nina didn't even have to turn around to know it was Scott.

Lydia who was with a bit of a sour eye watching the two girls looked up. Scott, after a moment, finally got a hang of it was catching one ball after another.

'I'm not really sure,' said Lydia honestly, looking like she never saw Scott before or something.

'That's Scott,' mumbled Harley quietly doing her best in the moment to stay invisible.

'It's not like she knows him from middle school or something,' she added even quieter causing Nina to smirk at her.

She looked at her for a while before she looked away, still embarrassed. It must have been a hard to question, your sexuality like that, against your free will. She never thought about it but thinking you were going gay for someone was definitely a stressing situation.

Nina looked back up just as Allison commented on how good he was.

'He's in our English class and physics,' she said casually but with a clear intention.

Allison nodded carefully, still a bit shy but smiling.

Nina turned back just as Harley mumbled, 'Oh God.'

She blinked and looked to the field where she saw it. Jackson just came to the line, ready to go at Scott. This was going to be bad for sure.

Harley pressed her hands together just as Nina made a painful grimace. It was no secret that Jackson Whittemore didn't really like benchwarmers on the team since he believed that they were taking away someone's spot or just being useless to him and the team.

He's such a dick.

'He'll blow it,' said Lydia proudly, looking at Jackson all excited about being his turn. Of course, she would be cheering for her boyfriend. That was normal, but wishing her boyfriend to humiliate Scott and torn him apart? Not so much.

Nina shook her head, 'You're wrong.'

Scott, who was in the goal, suddenly heard Nina's voice loud and clear as if she was standing right next to him and not sitting all the way on the bleachers. It was weird, it happened a few times today and he still didn't understand it.

What was happening and how was it possible?

'He won't because he wouldn't want to disappoint a pretty girl from his English class,' she said with almost a predatory smirk as she looked over at Allison, who blushed even harder and let out another embarrassed little giggle before looking back at the field.

Nina, satisfied with herself, looked back at Scott who had his head turned to their direction. She knew he couldn't hear them but with a smile she mumbled anyway like a pray, 'Go get it Scott, for the pretty girl.'

Jackson shot the ball.

Scott caught it.

Stiles and Lydia happily shouted at the same time and Harley clapped her hands and before she knew it, she put her hands on Nina's shoulders for a second, before happily clapping them again.

Nina looked at her a bit surprised. Harley probably didn't even know she had done it and she was covered in clothes so it wasn't a direct contact to actually cause something, but it made her smile a bit, before she looked back at the field where Scott was looking behind her, at Allison, and then, for a moment, at her clearly pleased with himself.

She looked back up at Allison, who looked down but couldn't keep the smile of her face and then at Harley and Lydia.

Hey, playing cupid is fun. I could definitely do this for living.

---

After school, Scott and Stiles went to the woods to look for his inhaler while Harley went home and Nina to the hospital.

She was quite pleased about the first day; she managed to do quite okay. At least, she thought she did.

'Oh Nina, hello darling,' said Maria as they met in the hospital.

'Hey, Maria.'

They went to the elevator together.

Nina gave her the most excited smile yet waiting for her to ask the question.

Maria looked at the younger girl rolling her eyes.

Ah, teenagers, to be young, naïve and hopeful again like that.

'So, how was it?' she asked, amused, but her interest wasn't pretending.

Nina let out an excited sound, 'It was good. Well, it was really good. I mean Stiles, Harley and Allison were pretty much still a bit off every once in a while but Scott was normal. Sometimes he would look at me and have some thoughts about desire but it was just a passing thought, nothing you know… like need.'

Maria frowned at that just as the door opened, 'He was unaffected by the glow?'

'Completely, well I guess. He sort of started liking the girl, Allison so the desire was mostly directed towards her and he was normal. I mean, I never talked to someone who didn't know me from childhood like that. Without him being hypnotized by the glow. It was great,' she said with a happy smile as they walked out.

Maria took her elbow stopping her with a serious look on her face.

'Nina, I can assure you: that's not possible. There is no way that in just a day, Scott could build up such a resistance towards the glow. I should know, I tried it all, Nina.'

Nina shook her head, 'It wasn't like that. He was alright; I'm telling you, he was like that already last night when we met. He's fine.'

Maria blinked at that. She knew humans. She was old and walking this world for longer than the others because she knew how to control her hunger, live with it and fulfill it. She had met many humans and she knew them from every possible aspect: there was no way that Scott McCall, a teenage boy, who was the absolutely worst, could possibly learn to be unaffected by glow that fast. No human could, not in such a short time.

'Is Scott okay, Nina?' she asked, and let the young blonde go.

Nina sighed and started walking again, 'Maria, I just told you.'

'No, Nina. I mean if there is something different about him.'

Nina blinked confused, 'Different how?'

'Something different in his energy like you feel with me?'

She frowned and took a step away crossing her arms in a defensive gesture. She couldn't tell energies apart just from her own kind, since it was the only energy she couldn't feed from. She knew what Maria was getting at and it confused her even more.

'Wait, are you telling me that you think Scott is supernatural? No,' she shook her head immediately.

'That's not possible, he's human.'

Maria sighed, 'Listen, Nina, you're untrained, young. You wouldn't know,' she lowered her voice since they were in a hospital, 'how to tell a supernatural or human energy apart if he wasn't a succubus. The world is big. He might be so many things-'

Nina shook her head again, 'Look, just-no. No, he's Scott McCall, an ordinary teenager from my school that isn't acting like a completely-hypnotized-by-me-dummy. It's weird, I admit, but when you met him, was he supernatural?'

Maria looked tense, 'No.'

She wondered all night whether she should confront Nina with what she believed was happening in the town, with what had been happening before the last of the Hales left it.

'But I was meaning to tell you something-'

'Hey girls,' greeted them a young looking nurse.

Both of the James smiled/smirked at her.

Clara Peterson, a tall and skinny girl with purple-black hair smiled at them, 'Ready for the reading sessions?'

Nina nodded, 'Sure, I'll start with Ms. Griffin,' she told the two and nodded at Maria, telling her that she would want to talk with her later.

She walked away and Clara turned to Maria just as she said, 'The killing from last night-'

Clara's smile fell and she took a step closer, lowering her voice, 'Yeah, I heard we have half of the body they found down in the freezer.'

'The energy that I felt last night, Clara,' the older woman shook her head, 'That was not an ordinary creature.'

Clara frowned at that, 'Do you know what it was?'

Maria shook her head, 'No idea. But it was strong. I haven't felt energy like that since,' she sighed admitting, 'Talia Hale-,' she stopped once she saw the girl's all of the sudden face went sad. Maria knew Clara for a while now. She wasn't one for sharing but Maria knew humans: she knew burdens and sorrows as well.

'I'm sorry, my dear,' she brought her hand on the young woman's shoulder.

Clara shook her head slowly, feeling something warm coming from the older woman, easing her mind.

She smiled at the older woman gratefully. She wasn't one to use Maria like this. She would never ask for her to take away her stress and give her a bit of her energy. Yet, she knew Maria wouldn't argue about her giving it to her willingly, if it was just a little bit.

'It's okay. Do you think that trouble is coming to Beacon Hills again?'

Maria sighed, 'I think it's already here. And won't end well.'

'It never does, Maria.'

---

Scott was at the animal clinic, just closing up. He liked working there. It helped him a bit out with the cash and also it was fun to work with animals. Deaton, his boss, already left home and he was just supposed to wrap things up, feed the cats and could leave as well.

He decided to change the bandage and nurse the wound again for infection. He prepared all the important things and put away the bandage only to find it completely healed.

He blinked at that.

What the-

He touched the spot. It wasn't there. The wound was just gone and the flesh looked completely untouched.

He looked at the bandage he used: the dry blood was still there. If Nina weren't there last night, he could have believed that he made it all up. But she saw it, and he did lose his inhaler in the woods on the property of Mr. Creepy. Seriously, what was up with that guy? And how could the wound have healed so quickly? It was weird.

Shaking his head and putting away all the things, he decided to go finish his work so he could go home.

He went to feed the cats, that were suddenly all too violent towards him. They looked and acted almost scared, as if they thought they were in danger.

Seriously, what is going on?

He walked out of the room, really weirded out by it when he heard a loud and desperate knock on the front door.

Allison Argent was passionately knocking on the door, all wet since it was raining outside, with her face all red from crying.

He opened the door to her almost hysterical talking and explaining what happened. He only managed to get out of it that she accidentally hit a dog.

'It's alright. It's alright. It's alright,' he reaped, trying to get her attention.

'Do you know where it happened so I can send animal patrol to find it?' he asked calmly. He was working in the clinic for a year and a half, so he was pretty much experienced in these situations by now. Plus, with the way she was acting only increased his sense to be calm about it.

'No! I mean yes. I know where I hit it but the dog is-,' she pointed behind her.

'Where is he?'

'In my car.'

They both ran to the back of her car where she opened the trunk, only to be startled by the dog, who started barking and growling at her.

Scott put his hands on her as she jumped, 'You okay?'

She managed to nod.

'She's just frightened.'

'That makes two of us.'

'Let me see if I have better luck.'

He let go of her and took a step closer to the dog.

It was still tensed, he could feel it, but the moment he was near it, he suddenly felt different, like his mind tell the dog to calm down; surprisingly, the dog immediately stopped, as if it heard him.

He brought it inside to exanimate it. He found out that it was a she and that her leg was broken. He knew how to fix it. She was a brave dog and once she calmed down, she was pretty easy to deal with. Scott was explaining to Allison what he was going to do, his concentration only focused on the dog when he noticed that she was shivering from the rain.

'I have a shirt in my bag, if you want.'

Idiot. You should have notice it earlier that she was cold.

'Oh, I don't want to trouble you,' she said all too quickly but he still took the shirt and gave it to her.

'Here,' looking at her properly for the first time that night and in general since he only got a glim of her in class and in the hallway and finally at practice. She was really beautiful. And he was apparently a hopeless romantic to think about her beautifulness, standing here, freezing from the rain and with wet hair but…he did.

She took it with a look of gratitude on her face before she left the room.

He was looking at the dog, briefly petting her and then for a moment turned to the direction of the door, where he just caught Allison pulling off her shirt.

He was surprised and caught in the scene. He swallowed a bit, watching her shoulder blade and back and where her jeans met her hips.

She's really gorgeous.

The dog let out something which almost sounded like some sort of disapproval and he immediately looked away back to the dog who was giving him a judgmental look.

'What? I didn't see anything.'

The dog was still looking at him so he went to continue on his leg and ignore Allison's nudity in the next room since the dog was watching him with a close eye.

He managed to fix her leg by the time Allison came dressed in his shirt. He looked at her but quickly looked away, trying not to wonder too much into her presence or the way that there was a pretty girl in his shirt. He never would have thought that there was something about having a girl wear something yours, but there really was, because he was seriously feeling proud and possessive and excited all of the sudden.

'Thanks for doing that,' she said as she walked to him a bit slowly and unsure about where should she stand or put her hands. She felt really bad about the dog and ridiculous about all the rest.

'I feel really stupid.'

He smiled confused, 'How come?'

'I don't know, 'cause I freaked out like a total girl?' she said, a bit embarrassed looking anywhere but at him.

He smiled at that but once she actually looked at him he eased the smile a bit, 'You are a girl.'

'I freaked out like a girly girl and I'm not a girly girl,' she said, feeling all the more stupid about it all. She seriously acted like an idiot. Hitting a poor dog. Freaking out. Crying and even being forced to take his shirt like she was some damsel in distress.

Way, to make a first impression, Allison.

She put her head down.

'What kind of a girl are you?' he asked suddenly.

'Tougher than that,' she nodded, 'At least, I thought I was.'

'Hey, I'd be freaked out too,' he said looking down, 'In fact… yeah, I'd probably cry,' he looked at her.

'And not like a man either; like the biggest girly girl ever,' he said and it got her to laugh.

'It would be pathetic.'

'Yeah, right?'

He turned back down but she watched him for a moment. What Nina, the really pretty girl from their school said about him got her to think about him not blowing the shot because of her and all. He seemed nice. Really nice.

She was looking at how he was moving his hands on the fur and she couldn't help but think that he had nice hands. She wanted to laugh at herself. She had just yesterday babbled her aunt Kate that there was no way she was getting a boyfriend here, since she wasn't probably staying for too long. Yet, here she was, checking out the cute guy who saved a dog and couldn't possibly be nicer, even if he tried.

'Sooo, looks like she's gonna live,' he said and looked back at Allison who nodded, 'And I'm pretty sure she'll even let you pet her now if you want.'

Allison made a grimace, 'I don't think so.'

'Oh, come on. You don't want her to sue. I heard this breed is very litigious,' he gave her a daring look and she gave in petting the little thing, softly.

Scott watched her hand for a moment until he looked back at her face. Gosh, he really liked this girl.

'See,' he said somehow lost in his thoughts, 'she likes you.' And it isn't just her.

Allison looked at him, 'What?'

He shook his head, 'I don't know… sorry. Uhm, you have an eyelash on your cheek.'

'Oh, from the crying.'

She brushed her face a bit until Scott reached towards her face gently, feeling her skin against his thumb, brushing it off.

Allison smiled sweetly, although a little nervous, 'Thanks.'

'Yeah,' mumbled Scott, still stealing small glances of her here and there.

After that, he pretty much walked her to the car and gathering all the courage he didn't even know he had inside of him he asked her out.

And she said yes.

She later heard her aunt in her head laughing that she told her so, but in the moment he asked her out, looking like an adorable little puppy, she couldn't say no. She didn't want to either. She just smiled and agreed. Driving home, she felt like singing because she never felt so excited or happy about it.

---

Scott McCall went to bed feeling like he was on top of the world. He had a date, a date with Allison Argent. He had a date with Allison.

He lied down in his boxers, feeling like life couldn't get any better.

He just closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was suddenly on the cold forest ground. He got up and started walking around.

Was this real? Was it a dream? What was going on?

He was looking around. It was early in the morning and cold but he didn't mind it all that much, oddly. It was quite peaceful out here. It had to be a dream. Why would he be in the woods, in the morning, just in his boxers? Everything was so quiet.

As he was suddenly turning around he noticed something in the woods. Something which he had noticed a few nights as well. Again, he couldn't see it since it was so huge and there was the morning fog everywhere, but he felt terrified. Frightened. Something was in the woods, something large, and deadly. He felt something in him telling him not to be afraid, but how could he not be afraid with the size of the thing? A thing. Not an animal but a thing.

He ran as fast as he could, feeling the forest ground underneath his bare feet.

It's a dream. It's a dream. It's a dream.

He jumped through a fence and he ended up in a pool.

A man who was watering his garden stared at him, completely shocked.

Scott didn't know what to do so he said the first thing that came to his mind, 'Good morning.'

It's not a dream.

Something was seriously wrong with him. He thought as he was walking home in his boxers hoping no one would see him. Sure, he talked about it with Stiles. All the things he could suddenly hear? The smells? The way he could move? The wound that healed itself like that. It was all so weird and it couldn't be just stress or infection or adrenaline but… what else could it be?

He got dressed. He could only hope that it wouldn't damage his date with Allison. His date with Allison, how great did it sound?

---

In school, Nina wondered about what Maria said. It was bullshit. Scott wasn't something supernatural; he was a human boy.

She went through it in her mind. The only people who weren't affected by the glow were adults who were adults at the time that she was still a child and before she got her glow and knew her then.

People like the sheriff, Ms. McCall, granny's friends, people she read to in the hospital. She got the glow when she was about thirteen and ever since then she had the hunger. Every single person who didn't know her as a child, including every teenager, was affected by the glow. Her granny told her that supernatural creatures such as them wouldn't be affected the same way, but she never met one except for her own kind to actually know how they would react to it.

She wondered about that part. Supernatural. Scott was a normal teen. She knew him since he was a kid and he was, well…Scott. It was strange that he was this okay with her, but it couldn't be that.

Then again. She was still a growing little creature she had still much to learn about the energies, usage of them and other things. Most of her kind didn't gain the full potential of their powers until they hit twenty-five.

As Maria said; energies were different. The energy could contain a specific element of each person. She couldn't tell them apart yet; she only knew Maria's because she didn't feel the hunger for hers. That only meant that she was her own kind.

'Hey, watch ya thinking about?'

She looked up at Scott who was standing next to her as she was sitting pressed against the wall, thinking about everything.

He was smiling, so she smiled as well. It was really hard not to smile with such a happy kid like Scott McCall. Maybe that was why she was so interested in him in the first place. He always seemed… just happy? Carefree? Hopeful. She liked that about him.

'Something my granny said the other day. What about you?'

He sat down next to her, his smile hitting full like he was the sunshine himself and his emotion hit the peak. He wanted to tell everyone he could about it and he pretty much did start with Stiles, who kept on repeating 'that's my boy' to his mom who was all cute smiles and sneaky questions.

'I have a date on Friday.'

Nina gasped, 'With Allison? That's so awesome,' she said, excited. She liked the way he felt around the girl yesterday. He really liked her. She could sense it from his desire towards the girl that he was seriously into her. It could have been just sexual desire, but with the way he was smiling about it, all honest and happy, she doubted that. Also, from what she knew about him, she doubted that.

'Tell me everything,' she took his arm in her excitement outburst, realizing too late that he was just in his t-shirt and froze.

His skin was so, so nicely warm with the energy running under her fingers. She hardened her walls to be sure she wouldn't taste even the tiniest drop of it, remembering all too clearly how he couldn't breathe when they kissed and she tasted him all those years ago.

Scott laughed at her behavior; he noticed a strange hesitation the moment she touched his arm, but she quickly smirked/smiled at him so she probably didn't want him to see it.

He blinked but didn't say anything, wondering why she smelled nervous. He didn't think nervous had a smell, but with the way her lovely perfume suddenly felt like something greasy, it probably did.

Again, what the hell?

He decided to rather change the subject and not dwell on his freakiness further, 'Well, it started with her hitting a dog. Uhm, you know how I work in the animal clinic? Well she-'

She put her hands away, barely listening to him. It was as if he didn't even know that she touched him. Well, to be fair, her walls were up; she always kept them up if she wasn't feeding. Yet, it was weird. People usually got…excited, needy and lustful if she touched them. The desire was always centered on her and it would hit her senses.

It doesn't make sense.

'So she said yes.'

Nina smiled again. How could puppy Scott McCall be anything but a human? I'm just imagining things and finding problems.

'I'm really glad. She seems nice, honestly. You two will be great.'

Scott rolled his eyes but he couldn't stop smiling, 'It's just a date, Nina. One date.'

'With a very pretty girl who likes you and thinks you're hot.'

He gave her a bit of a cocky look, 'Hot, hm? How do you know?'

'I got nose for that,' she winked at him, 'Trust me a bit, Scott.'

'Okay,' he said, but shook his head looking in front of them, 'I kind of like her too. I don't know why I'm telling you.'

She shrugged her shoulders, 'I like to think that you want us to be friends. And you trust me.'

He looked at her, 'I kind of do that too.'

She nodded, a small annoying thought suddenly appearing in her mind.

He can tell me everything but I can never be completely honest with him, can I?

She kept on smiling as Scott continued talking about how much nice and pretty Allison was and how excited he was about Friday. His overjoyed desires filled the air until Stiles came and told him to shut up about it already before they went to the practice and Nina went home.

'You still haven't told me who likes me, James!' shouted Stiles as she was already at the end of the hallway.

She laughed at that and continued walking. It was nice having people around.

---

Nurse Clara Peterson was walking to her car at late hours. Her shift had just ended and she was dead on her feet; she wanted to get home as fast as possible, take a long shower and then go to sleep, at least for a couple of hours.

She wouldn't lie; it was a tough job and as unrewarding as it could get but it was also nice. She liked helping. She liked helping and always have something to do. But sometimes, she wanted to just go home and sleep.

She stopped with one hand on the handle and the other inside her pocket, holding tightly onto the key.

'I don't know what you want but rubbing a nurse is bad luck.'

'Now we both know that if someone really did try something, it would end up far worse then with bad luck for the future.'

Her eyes widened and she swallowed hard, turning around slowly, already knowing who was right behind her, but still hoping she was wrong.

'Hello, Clara.'

She looked him up and down as he slowly walked towards her, stopping a few steps away, not daring to come closer.

'Derek Hale,' she mumbled before she turned back around and took the key out of her pocket.

'I see we're still not talking.'

She unlocked her car, 'Are you deaf? I just said Derek Hale.'

'Clara,' he put his hand around her and closed her car door just as she opened it.

She let out a frustrated breath of air through her nostrils and turned around.

'What!'

'We need to talk. Something happened,' he said it calm, yet tense. Something definitely happened but he was in no luck. She didn't want to have anything to do with him or his family in senior year and she didn't want to have anything to do with him now.

'We don't have to do anything. If you haven't noticed, whatever you might possible want from me, I don't do anymore.'

Derek looked at her face and listened carefully to her heartbeat. She wasn't lying but she was good at it that she might be. He learned all too painfully how easy people could lie. 'So you don't practice anymore?'

Clara looked away for a second, trying to contain herself since just being in the same room as him or space for that matter made her blood pressure raise, 'No, Derek, I don't practice, I don't train or read or anything. I haven't since Paige died and I don't even have that kind of power anymore, haven't for a while so step away, please.'

She knew why he asked her like that: he wanted to hear her loud and clear to be sure.

'Something happened.'

'Dead body in the woods? That was you?' she asked, her voice showing anger and mockery.

'Don't be ridiculous!' he barked back before he let out a long breath, trying to get a hold of his annoyance with the young woman.

He didn't want to come here, to see her. He hadn't seen her since the fire and even before that, their relationship was anything but good. The last time they spoke, she pretty much told him to never talk to her again or come near her. He obeyed. He didn't blame her. After what he did…He was really to blame, in more ways than one. She was angry, but he couldn't tell if it was pure hate or just the fact that he came to her like this. He hoped for the second option, but was prepared for both.

'It was Laura. The body in the woods was Laura, Clara.'

She gasped, shaking her head immediately, 'No.'

'Clara-'

'That's not possible! Laura is an Alpha. The body-you're wrong that's not her.'

'It is her, Clara. I found her. it's…it's her,' he said, briefly turning to the side not to have to look at her as his eyes were slowly starting to water. He chased the tears away by blinking before he looked back at her, seeing a numb look on her face.

Laura Hale. Cocky smirk, raised brows. So full of light and energy, always in charge. Always trying to take care of everything and make everything okay.

They used to laugh with Paige, calling her head bitch in school. That was before she got dragged in the Hale family, before Paige and Derek started dating, before Paige died, before Derek spelt with the enemy and most importantly, before the Hales were killed.

'You need someone to help you with the ritual,' she said, nodding suddenly.

He nodded as well. He wouldn't ask her. He didn't want to, but he had no choice, and he only hoped that she would understand and help him out. Not for him; he couldn't possible ask her for something for himself but for her. For his big sister. His last living and well relative. For his Laura.

He turned around. 'Come whenever you can… preferably during the night.'

'The first full moon is on Friday. How about at midnight?'

He stopped. The pup, the newborn that was bitten the night Laura died, was going to shift. There was no way stopping it when it would be his first full moon. He couldn't be too sure how that would go.

'There might be some-'

'I don't want to know about that. That's not me anymore.'

He looked back down and nodded. He understood that after Paige, she didn't want to continue. She could end up helping any other family. She was young, talented, smart and brave. Any pack would be happy to have her as an emissary, but she couldn't continue after Paige, after he lied to her and broke her trust like that. It was too much for her.

He once or twice wondered about how she could deal with everything. Everything meaning her abusive family, finding out about the supernatural, having to lie to her best friend and yet doing it all just to be an emissary, just to help people, the pack, his family. He always thought she was strong for dealing with all those things. She was, and he broke her. He broke her the day he killed Paige and lied to her about it.

'Derek, I'm sorry.'

He gripped his hands into fists hoping for a soft moment that maybe…

'I'm sorry about Laura.'

'What, you think I don't deserve it?' he asked cruelly. He wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to hear that all of his was his fault, his and no one else's'. Paige, the fire, and now Laura was all blood on his hands. He was a masochist like that.

'She didn't.'

He started walking again. Of course, she wouldn't forgive him. He didn't except it and deep inside, he didn't want her to. It was better; being hurt. It was good, knowing that it was on him, his fault all on him.

---

'Maybe, it's that I'm not, you know…' Nina started on the Friday evening. She still had a few hours to get ready for the party. It wasn't that she had to feed yet, but she wanted to go. She was pretty curious about Scott and Allison; it was almost as she was shipping them or something.

Plus, Stiles would be there, bombarding her with questions about who liked him and Harley would be giving her desperate looks so she wouldn't tell. It was still weird. Stiles would look at her clothes and be all 'horny teenager' again, staring too much, and Harley would try to look anywhere but at her, feeling the desire with shame since she was a girl.

Still, it could be fun…funny? Hopefully.

'I'm like half of our kind and still half human.'

'And we don't talk about that!' barked Maria annoyed. The topic of her birth was something they rarely talked, even when her mom was around. It was bad to be born like that, but luckily, no one from their kind could tell the difference, which protected her all those years. She wasn't even sure what would have happened if someone ever did find out, but Maria always acted like it would be close to apocalypse, so she didn't ask often. She didn't even know who the lucky guy was that got her mother pregnant. It was seriously hard and needed to be willing from what she was got from an actually fascinating sex talk with Maria. She was possibly the only teen who was actually interested in the sex talk with her parents or, better yet, her granny.

'Why are you so against the idea of Scott McCall being supernatural?' asked Maria as she was looking through some of her old journals.

'Because I don't want the first boy that can talk with me without his pants getting tight every time we chat or goof around to be supernatural. What should he be anyway?'

'But you're admitting the possibility.'

Nina frowned at her, 'And why are you so eager for him to actually be anything? And why did you bring up your old journals from the basement?'

The journals were more diaries of a succubus if you asked Nina, since Maria could be pretty graphic about most of the things that happened in her youngish years.

Her phone went off just then with an unknown number showing on the screen.

She blinked and answered, 'Hi, Nina it's Stiles! Listen, something's happening. Scott-he punched me. Well he didn't, but he was going to. He's literally losing his mind. He's turning or I don't know but hell there is something serious wrong with him and Nina? I think he might kill someone and he almost punched me but I already told you that, but Nina, listen, you have to help me, I'm pretty sure-'

'STILES!' shouted Nina into the phone startling both Stiles and Maria who looked up from her journals.

'Stiles, I don't understand a word you're saying. Please take a long deep breath and start again from the beginning, okay?'

Stiles, on the other end, took a deep breath and mumbled, 'Okay.'

'Long story short, Scott's a werewolf.'

She raised her brows. 'Uhm, what?'

'Werewolf. And okay, I know this doesn't make sense and you probably don't believe me and-,' she looked up at her granny giving her a worried look.

'-but listen you have to go to the party. Tonight's the full moon and he might hurt someone, possibly Allison.'

'Stiles that's-'

'Crazy! Completely crazy, I know, and I know you don't believe me, but Nina, something could seriously happen tonight with Scott, something bad. So please. Please. If there is just a small part of you that actually well….whatever, just please help me.'

She blinked.

Scott was a werewolf?

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't wrap her mind around it. Scott. Scott McCall was a werewolf.

'Okay,' she licked her lips, 'Pick me up at seven and tell me everything, okay?'

'You-you-you're amazing Nina James. Thank you. Of course, you live near Scott. I'll be there and I'll tell you everything I know. I-thank you, Nina.'

She nodded, not realizing that he couldn't see her, just before he ended the call. She looked at her granny.

'Stiles…Stiles said that Scott…That he's a werewolf,' she looked at her face and the older woman let out a heavy sigh.

'That, my dear, is what I was worried about.'

She closed the journal, 'In the hospital, I wanted to tell you that a few nights ago, something happened in the woods.'

'Someone got murdered,' said Nina a bit dumbfounded by everything before she sat down opposite to her granny.

'Yes, but such an act always happens for a reason. And this reason was power.'

The older woman frowned, 'You're too young to be able to feel such power, but I have. It woke me up. It's here and it hid itself.'

'What does that mean?'

'That it's a start. I doubt anything good will come from it.'

---

Stiles kept on occasionally staring at the girl sitting next to him, gripping his wheel, thinking about anything but how long her legs looked in those skinny shorts.

He coughed, 'Okay, so basically, Scott got bitten,' talking might ease the tension and make this less awkward for both of them. Which might be a problem since Nina was breathing his desire from her pores and tasting it, although not really allowing it inside. It was okay because she understood that just like them, she needed to get used to being around so many wonderful energies. The fact that she was fed was helping her too.

'Yeah, last night in the woods,' she cut in, finally looking at him as he finally managed to gather his thoughts, 'He told us that and showed the wound.'

'Well, did he tell you that it healed?' asked Stiles briefly looking at her.

'No,' she mumbled a bit shocked.

'Well, it did and he's been feeling and smelling things and those moves on the field? I trained with him half of the summer and let me tell you; there is no way that he could have got that good overnight.'

Nina thought about how he played on the field. She was impressed as well how he managed to catch every single ball or score with almost gymnastic moves.

'Stiles, that doesn't prove everything. Werewolves… that's just-'

'Look. He said he heard a wolf howl in the woods and there are no wolves in California but on the body that was found, there was none other than wolf's hair. How do you explain that?'

Nina shook her head. Despite what her granny and Stiles were telling her, it proved nothing.

'Look, this doesn't prove anything.' she let out a humorless chuckle, 'there are like hundred and three reasons how could the hair get there or what's going on with Scott.'

'Which is why we have to watch him tonight. It's the full moon,' pressed Stiles as he parked the car in front of the house.

She looked at the sky. The moon was high but not high enough.

Werewolf.

Maria told her that if Scott was a real werewolf, he might shift tonight. She didn't really know what that meant but she really wasn't that into finding out either.

'I have a bad feeling about this.'

---

They were basically walking around the porch and house and during some time they separated. She saw Stiles get dragged by some of their classmates to a chat, so it was just her now.

She was walking around, a bit uneasy; she felt the energy coming from all the people around her that were dancing and kissing and enjoying themselves in the music that was playing, but she couldn't get too distracted with it. She didn't come here for that.

Besides she wasn't too keen on Stiles, Scott, Allison, Harley or anyone from her classmates to catch her for that matter. She lost herself when she fed and honestly she was pretty vulnerable when she did.

She shook her head and walked out to the porch, where she noticed a man standing near the back gate.

She blinked since he definitely didn't fit into the scene of teenagers that were around him. He was older than them. Possibly from college, definitely not someone you would expect on a high school party, despite being hosted by Lydia Martin.

She tried to focus on him for a bit when she suddenly felt someone else's energy filling her senses and she turned around seeing Scott standing over with Allison. He nodded at her and shot her a smile.

Nina turned around, looking back at the man, but he was gone. For a brief moment, she heard something on the roof of the next house but when she looked up, she couldn't see anything or anyone.

Scott and Allison began to dance, so she didn't want to bother them right now. She felt really stupid for even a second believing the crap about Scott being some werewolf when he was now completely taken by Allison dancing with her. He was a puppy at best, not a werewolf.

'Hey, Nina,' she heard from the behind and when she turned around, she saw one of the douche from the lacrosse team. There weren't many. Most of the guys were okay but there were a few asses on top with Jackson, and Aaron Mitch was one of them.

'Aaron,' she said sounding as disinterested as was possible. Most of the time, people were harmless. They would stare, occasionally say something but there was just a few of them who would actually do something like the guy from the club the weekend, who put his hands on her hips as she was dancing.

He handed her a cup and she raised her eyebrows. She didn't need to get a flash of his desires to know where he was going with this, and with the way he got into her personal space, she really wished she would have stayed with Stiles in the house.

Not that she couldn't handle him; she could if she had to. It was a part of her life. But making a scene at the first party of the year, might not be the best way to start a new school year.

'No thanks, driving and all.'

'No, worries baby, I can totally take you home.'

He reached for her and put his hand on her hip.

She simply stepped away from him, 'Like I said, not interested.'

From the corner of her eyes she could see a few guys from the team pointing at them and she wondered if it was the alcohol that made him so brave, his douchiness, or their encouragement.

'What got the ice queen so uptight, hm?'

She rolled her eyes. She wanted to fit in, so she would talk to him, but if he got to handy, she would punch him where it counted the most. She really didn't like people like him. Always thinking they were the best just because they were good looking. She knew those tricks better than anyone since it was the way her kind worked for centuries. She knew that it was an illusion. The way someone looked, it was just to lure you in and then attack. Aaron Mitch and good looking boys and girls with confidence that could fill up the whole room were no different. Lure in, use, throw out.

Scott, who was enjoying being so close to Allison, was starting to feel weird. It was like something was inside of him, deep inside and that it wanted to get out and possibly play a bit.

Play?

He slowly looked over where he suddenly noticed Nina talking to Aaron, one of his co-players on the team. He could see that everything in her posture was screaming that she didn't want to be there.

He saw how Aaron put his hand on her hip and how she immediately took a step back, but continued to talk to him.

Why was she talking with him?

He was asking himself that as he watched the two.

Allison looked up at him, giggled a bit and his focus was back at her. She was really amazing.

He momentarily forgot about Nina and when he looked back up in her direction, she was gone and so was Aaron.

He blinked looking around, noticing Lydia in the corner of the porch making out with Jackson. A sudden particular scent hit him: the kind that he felt before. Scott closed his eyes, trying to remember where he had felt it.

It was when Stiles stared at Nina's skirt as she was talking to them. He remembered because the scent was so strong and a bit sour and heavy, yet a somehow nice. Well, not nice, but he knew it also caused a reaction in him.

He suddenly felt Allison press herself a bit closer to him and he got the same scent again, only from her and only not so strong like it was from Stiles.

He felt something within him changing here and then. It was slowly coming through his body, right under his skin, taking over.

Leaning away, he tried to shake it off, the suddenly terribly powerful calling inside that wanted something. It wanted out. Out of him. Out to do something. Something bad.

He didn't even know how he got out of the porch, leaving Allison behind. He must have run into Stiles and Harley, but he couldn't for the love of him remember what they were saying. All he wanted to do was get out. As fast as he could. He didn't know what was happening but he felt it. Inside of him was something, it was bad and it wanted to hurt someone. He needed to get out.

Allison, Stiles, Harley, Nina…

Outside, he managed to catch a glim of Nina's hair as she took Aaron's hand off her shoulder and told him to fuck off. Scott was suddenly hit with such anger he wasn't sure he ever felt in his life. The anger took over everything and before he knew what he was doing he was in front of Nina, pushing Aaron to the ground in such force, it surprised both of them.

'Scott?' Nina cried surprised and spun him around to look at him and her eyes widened.

'Y-your eyes-'

He suddenly took her by the shoulders so close his breath tickled her on her face. She felt it. Then and there, just for that one second but she caught it. There in that wonderful energy was a little element of something not completely human. Yet, it was so Scott, she couldn't imagine ever seeing or feeling his desire other way than like this.

And his eyes? If even for that moment his eyes were anything but human. Glowing yellow.

It was truth, Scott McCall. The sweetest boy she knew was a werewolf.

'N-nina,' he managed to say through his teeth as he was suddenly feeling a terrible pain hitting him from the inside, nearly causing him to fall to his knees if she hadn't caught him in time.

'Get me h-home, please.'

She blinked, hearing Aaron who was getting up saying something but ignoring him, she nodded and helped Scott who was barely on his feet to his mom's car.

'Scott!' she pressed him against the passenger's door. She was as quick as she could, trying to get through his pockets, seeking the key.

'Listen, Scott. Don't do anything… just breathe…'

'What's happening?''

'God, shouldn't I get Stiles?'

She honestly didn't even know what to do. She knew hunger, want, desire to feed, but this? She had no odea what the hell that was. He was shifting, but what would that bring? Aggression? Maria told her he could be aggressive, possibly even shift, if he got too angry. He could hurt someone. God, she hoped he wouldn't hurt someone almost just as much as she was terrified of herself being the one hurting others. He would never forgive himself if he did.

She finally found the keys, 'You're shifting, which is the worst scenario ever in this place full of people so don't shift, okay! Just think about how you don't want to hurt anyone.'

'I-I don't want to hur… but Nina. I don't get-,' he partly screamed through a closed mouth as a wave of pain hit him.

Nina helped him into the car.

'Hold on to that.'

---

He was terribly sweating, and was barely on his feet as Nina brought him into his house, almost carrying him up the stairs.

'Ho-how are you…so strong?'

'I dance and eat a lot.'

Not a total lie.

She put Scott on the bed and ran to his bathroom, where she immediately turned on the shower on. She had no idea what she was doing and as the water was slowly running, she took out her phone and called Stiles. But he wasn't picking up.

'Pick up, pick up, pick up. Oh fuck, this is pointless.'

She dialed her granny instead just as Scott managed to somehow get into the bathtub, tearing his clothes off, literally, but keeping his pants.

'Nin-'

'Granny,' she never called her that if it wasn't serious or if she wasn't teasing her, 'I need help. Scott…you were right and he's-he's turning or something-shifting and I don't know how to-,' she watched helplessly as Scott was almost ripping off his hair from the pain he was feeling.

Gosh, she wanted to help him somehow so bad.

'Nina, calm down. If he's shifting, try to calm him down.'

'It's not working. I'm talking but-'

'Try it another way,' she was quite waiting for her to finish, 'Our way.'

'No!' she turned around, 'I'm not trained that well. I could hurt him! I never done it to a supernatural-I don't know I-I already hurt him once!'

'Nina,' she heard her granny on the other side of the line.

'Breathe, Scott's in pain and he's shifting. If you take a bit of the energy that's in him and wants to get out, he might calm down enough. Just a bit and only through a direct contact, okay? A touch will do just fine, okay?' Maria said, calm and wisely as always.

Nina bit her lips, looking back at Scott who might not have even been listing to them, his eyes fixed on the claws that started growing from his fingers. She never saw anything like that.

He suddenly got out of the bathtub, startling Nina, as he went to his bathroom mirror, looking at his claws and fangs that appeared and his eyes that suddenly flashed yellow.

'Okay,' mumbled Nina into the phone before she ended the call, walked to Scott, spun him around and put both of her hands on his chest, earning a loud and surprised gasp from him.

She let the walls down and letting the massive amount of energy hit her. She supposed that she had one luck and that all those years ago, she had fed from the most powerful supernatural energy ever and even if Scott's was seriously a delicious one, she could keep herself pretty much still in her right mind as she was drinking him in. Just barely, but still.

Their eyes locked. Scott's completely shocked about what she was doing before they turned yellow and a wave of arousal came from him as he put his hands on her waist, gripping her tight, causing her own eyes to go purple and her breath to hitch in her throat from the delicate taste his energy had on her soul.

She felt like moaning from the wonderful taste of his energy, but she kept her mouth closed. She didn't want to give him any wrong ideas. She wanted him as a friend. She was helping him as a friend in need.

Although, I would gladly help him over and over with this.

She was taking it just bit by bit, not to lose herself in it and hurt him, when they were suddenly disturbed by a loud knocking on the door.

They jumped away from each other, Scott hitting the sink in the process.

Scott swallowed his chest raising as fast as hers did as he again closed his eyes, feeling the pain underneath his skin as something was trying to get out. When Nina was holding him, he suddenly felt better in a way. He wanted to fuck her but at the same time he felt like he was tired and the pain was numbed a bit.

'Go away,' he called out.

'Scott? It's me,' came Stiles's voice.

Stiles, human defenseless Stiles who could get possibly hurt.

'Oh, no!' breathed Nina and she and Scott shared a look.

Scott ran to the door and unlocked it, despite pushing at it, so Stiles wouldn't get in. He didn't know what was happening. He didn't know how but there was a feeling inside of him and she was right; he could hurt someone. And he didn't want that someone to be his best friend.

'Let me in Scott. I can help.'

'No! Listen, you got to find Allison.'

'She's fine, alright? I saw her get a ride from the party. She's-she's totally fine,' said Stiles pushing at the door, but Scott wouldn't let him in.

'I think I know who it is-'

'Just let me in. We can try-'

Nina shook her head, watching the exchange: this was useless, this was seriously going to end badly.

She walked to him and put her hand on his shoulder, taking a bit more of his desire. He let out a soft moan and looked at her. She was shaking her head, signaling him not to let Stiles in.

He watched her. Something in him wanted Nina. He wanted to take her into his arms but at the same time, he wanted to close his eyes and sleep as she was holding him like that, her nicely warm skin against his.

'It's Derek,' he mumbled looking at her, feeling like he saw a different side of Nina. He was something else now. He knew that, but so was she. She was something else too, 'Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bitten me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods.'

Bitten?

Nina blinked before her eyes widened. Scott was a new bitten werewolf?

She let him go and took a step back.

The dead girl in the woods.

Scott and Stiles went looking for her and Scott got bitten by some Alpha and turned. That's how he was human when he was thirteen and now… of course she couldn't stop him from shifting; it was his first full moon. What briefly she remembered about werewolves from Maria's words was that they always shifting during the first full moon, whether they wanted it or not.

Scott is-

It was too late when she realized what Stiles had just told him and Scott, in inhuman speed, ran past her to his window and jumped out.

Scott, Derek was the one who took Allison from the party.

She ran after him, only to watch him disappear into the night.

She hit his window frame hard and ran to the door. She opened it, causing Stiles to fall as he was pressing against it.

'NINA?!'

'Go see if Allison made it home. And answer your damn phone!' she ran, not even noticing that her phone was left lying on Scott's bed where she threw it after she ended the call with Maria.

---

Red.

Everything looked red and sharp and weird, but he knew what to do. His body, his senses, his instincts knew what to do.

Allison.

He needed to find her.

He followed the scent from the car but he only found her jacket hanging on a tree branch.

'Where is she?' he asked into the night. He knew he was near, he knew he could hear him too. The other one, the one who bit him.

'She's safe,' came the reply. He still couldn't see him.

'From you,' said suddenly Derek, who was in front of him and took him by the shoulders throwing him to the ground.

They struggled down the small hill, wrestling a bit, until Derek slammed him against a tree and pressed his hand against his chest to stop him from moving or fighting.

'Psst, quiet.'

Scott didn't understand how could he not want to crawl out of his skin. How could he not want to show his fangs and claws? Derek was completely normal, as if he didn't have the feeling under his skin… didn't have it under his skin.

Derek looked around both of them, catching the scents and heartbeats. Someone was here. Scott looked at Derek; he was in control when he saw him, now he was worried, nervous. It was the same smell he got from Nina earlier, not as bad as the anxiety he got from Stiles, but still close. It freaked him out even more that it was Derek who was acting like this.

'Too late,' Derek looked at him, 'They're already here. Run!'

They ran separate ways but Scott was momentary blinded by a signal arrow and then got one into his hand. The pain was shooting right through him, causing him to let out a scream as the armed men approached.

Derek stopped, cursing under his breath. He could run and leave the pup. But unfortunately for him, and luckily for the pup, he had a few reasons not too.

One of the men, possibly the one who was in charge, nodded at Scott who was still trapped by the arrow to the tree, 'Take him.'

Derek spent no time and immediately went after them, just as Nina managed to reach Scott as if she came out of nowhere.

'This will hurt,' she said quickly and pulled the arrow out, causing Scott to hiss.

'Come on,' she grabbed Scott's hand wasting no time and they ran. He couldn't see much but he heard the man gasping and could sense their fears and worries as Derek got to them, one after another.

When they were sure they were far enough, they stopped with Scott falling to the ground and pressing himself against the tree, looking at her, confused and upset. Both he and Nina were breathing hard from the run.

Nina looked at Derek who was turning around to make sure they were safe for now, blinked a few times trying to catch the element of supernatural in his energy but with no luck. The energy looked just as the same as anyone's else.

'Who were they?' asked Scott, still terrified from the event. He had a freaking arrow shot at him.

'Hunters.'

She shivered, causing both Scott and Derek to momentary look at her before Derek continued, 'They have been hunting us for centuries.'

'Us?!' screamed Scott, 'You mean you,' he got up angry, 'You did this to me!'

He turned to Nina, 'Did you know? That's why you were helping me out?'

'Wha-No, Scott! Jesus, I didn't even know you were a werewolf until Stiles called me and I still didn't believe it until your eyes flashed.'

'Yours flash too! What are you? And the thing you did in the bathroom?! And all those times I felt-Did you too make me a monster?'

Nina looked at him, feeling like she just got slapped.

A monster.

Of course, what else could he have possible think she was and every other supernatural creature? She was a monster. A vampire sucking out energy, power, desire, even life if she wanted to…

How could she have possibly think that she could have a normal life while she would be either lying to everyone about herself or simply being a monster surrounded by humans?

'Is it really so bad, Scott?' asked Derek, causing the pups focus back at him, 'That you can see better? Hear more clearly? Move faster than any human can ever hope?' he asked, but Scott didn't answer.

'You have been given something that most people would kill for.'

Not all, she thought.

'The bite is a gift.'

'I don't want it!' said Scott through his teeth.

'You will,' replied Derek, sure of himself, 'And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it.'

He moved to him and put his hand on his shoulder, making Scott uneasy, yet calm at the same time. The thing inside him was satisfied with being near Derek and Nina, but he wasn't.

'So you and me, Scott…we're brothers now,' and with that, he left into the night, leaving the two teens in the woods.

Scott watched the forest around them, trying to see as Derek left, quickly.

A picture of something like a wolf appeared in his mind as he was thinking about the thing inside him that wanted to crawl out and play earlier.

…wolf…

It was a wolf…

He looked at Nina who was a bit lost in her thoughts and looked like she wanted to say something, but he just turned around and started walking. He just wanted to open his eyes and wake up from this nightmare.

---

Derek came to his house. He made sure that there were no hunters anywhere until he did so. Clara was already waiting for him on the top of her car, looking half asleep as she was sitting there with her eyes closed.

He sighed.

'I'm sorry. I got held up.'

She opened her eyes and got down from her car. She must have just came from the hospital since she wearing the same uniform she worn the other day when they met.

'I brought wolf's bane, so let's do this,' she said and walked pass him before she stopped.

'Where do you want to put her?' she turned to him. A smell of anxiety hit him. She was worried about something. The way she held her face, she was analyzing, thinking about something.

'What?'

'I'm just thinking about the other-part,' she looked away for a moment. The other part. Laura Hale was cut in half. It was so disrespectful and horrifying, she didn't even want to think about that part of her death.

'It's just for now,' he reminded her, not sure if he was easing her view of the situation or his own.

'Okay but I just feel it won't be enough if she isn't whole.' She really didn't want to talk about it.

'We can do that once I find who did it.'

'Will you kill them?' she asked before she could stop herself.

'Yes.'

She nodded, 'Of course you will,' and walked behind the house just as he went into the house to take Laura's body.

They buried her and did the old ritual to let her soul rest for now. Clara had to put the wolf's bane around her body since Derek couldn't touch it. She felt a bit nostalgic. She did it only once before the time Derek's parents and the rest of the family past away. From time to time, she used to think that the only other Hale she would ever have to do it for would be Peter, but as always, nothing was certain in life.

Once they were done, they stood next to each other silently, watching the spot.

'Was she happy? I mean, before she came?' she asked suddenly, looking at him.

She hated him but… he still lost his sister.

Laura.

She knew him as a talker, always having something to say, but that was before. She wasn't sure if he was good with talking about his feelings or hers. She just wanted to think about happy times.

'What do you know about Scott McCall and the two succubus that live here?'

Her eyes widened and she took a step back, looking at him. This man was just like the boy she saw that day she told him to never speak with her again; ruthless. He wanted something and he would go for it no matter the cost, just like last time. She suddenly saw little Scott McCall coming with his mom to the clinic and Maria and Nina James and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

He would hurt them. He would get them hurt or worse, she was sure of it.

She gave him such a look of hatred as she was able to, and started. 'Listen, here! the McCalls and the succubus family are not availed. Whatever you think you're doing or whatever plan you have in mind is not happening, Derek! I won't let you kill another innocent teenager. So stay away from them.'

She started walking, not waiting for his comeback about how she was planning to stop him. He didn't follow her or try to defend himself, he just continued to stare at the place where Laura's body was lying.

It would be no use either way.

He lost the friendship of Clara Peterson a long time ago.

---

Scott and Nina were walking through the woods to the road, silently, Nina just behind Scott.

If she wanted to crack to tension, she would try it with the fact that he shouldn't turn his back to her, since he was a wolf now and all, but she didn't want to.

He thought she was a monster. Fine. So she was a monster.

She bit the inside of her mouth. She wasn't going to start crying over that. She just lost a friend she technically never had, so what was there to cry about? Just because she suddenly felt like she was torn apart a bit and there was this massive bump, didn't mean she was sad or anything. Try devastated.

Scott stopped suddenly, sniffing the air a bit before she turned around and looked at her, smelling the anxiety and sadness radiating from her.

She stopped as well and looked away, looking as guilty as ever.

He was frowning. He brushed a bit his arm that he was still holding because it was hurting, 'Did you know?'

She looked at him and quickly spoke, 'No, not until Stiles told me. My granny was saying things, but I really didn't believe anything until I saw your eyes.'

'How did your granny knew?'

'It's because you're immune to me…my glow…I thought it was just you… human you that saw me, my real me, and that broke the glow, but she said that no human could do it in such a short amount of time, so…,' she shrugged.

'Wait, you- you wanted what? To be friends with me because I'm immune to you, and what do you mean even by that?' he asked still holding his arm.

Nina sighed, 'No, I wanted to be friends with you because I think you're one of the nicest people I know, and I remember us being good friends when we were thirteen until I hurt you.'

He shook his head, 'What are you talking about? When did you hurt me?'

'When we kissed,' she looked away, 'It was the first time I ever, well… kissed anyone and it awoken the glow in me and the hunger. I couldn't stop and I took away too much and it gave you an asthma attack. I didn't want to leave my room for days after that,' she admitted.

'Okay,' he said slowly, thinking about it. He always thought it was her being ashamed that he got the asthma attack, not that she was blaming herself for it. They weren't friends back then but they spent a lot of time together, so they might have turned up to be actual friend if all of the things didn't happed back then, 'Hunger? What are you?'

'Well, easily said I'm a succubus.'

'A sex demon?' he blurred out and earned an eye roll from her.

'That's like saying that werewolves are dogs. No, I mean yes, but it's not about the sex. It's about the sexual energy, desire, want, need, power… energy. Everyone has it all the time but we usually let it out just sometimes; when we're dancing or kissing someone or something. It's in the air. That's how I feed. We can also do it through contact, but it's dangerous.'

'Wait, were you feeding on me in the bathroom? That didn't feel bad, like you describe it.'

'That's because then, I was a stupid kid who almost hurt you,' she said bitterly, guilt soaked in her, 'It was also different because I took a bit of your supernatural energy so you wouldn't shift. If I take too much again, I could hurt you, but as you being a werewolf, I can take much more of you than from an average human.'

'Worked great,' he said sarcastically.

'Yeah, well, I didn't really know you were a newbie. Newbie's always shift, I guess, on their first full moons.'

He watched her. She really looked honestly guilty about everything. Like she really didn't want to any of what happened to happen in the first place.

'So, this glow… does it affect everyone?'

'Well, the younger or older people are immune and so are adults who knew me as a kid, but teens, yeah all the time.'

'But they can break it,' he nodded at the road and they slowly started walking closer to each other.

'Yeah, but Maria, my granny, she says it's only when we spend a longer time together. You know, like when you have a crush on someone, but once you get to know them, the crush ends and you either are really in love with them or are not into them at all.'

He wondered about it. Again with the crushes.

Scott nodded, 'It must be really hard that you can't have any friends of your age without them wanting to get into your pants.'

'Yeah, most of the time, I get these flashes of what they want to do to me.'

That caused him to stop, shocked and worried.

'Don't worry, I barely remember the normal ones. The weird once make my brain hurt, honestly.'

They started walking again. Scott wondered about it. Werewolves? Succubus? The world was seriously bigger than he would have thought. He would never think of Nina as a succubus, but come to think of it was fitting. She captured the attention of every single person he knew, usually leaving them to speechlessly stare at her like horny idiots. From the smell that was coming from most of them, he could tell that they were horny.

He sniffed a bit, casually trying to capture her scent. Right now, she was nervous, but he knew her scent was a little different than other's was. She had a little bit heavier scent compared to others, but nothing too bad. It wasn't good or bad…just different.

'Do you hate it?'

'Most of the time, but not recently. I learned to live with it and I have hope that, somehow, I'll still manage to make friends,' she looked at him hopefully.

'If this didn't happen, would you have told me?'

She looked deep into his brown eyes momentarily, thinking about it. She thought that she would one day maybe have come to him and told him the whole thing. 'I don't know, but I like to think I would have.'

He nodded and smiled a bit for the first time since like forever. He got that. He didn't tell her about his wound healing or he sure as hell wouldn't tell Allison that he was now a creature of the moon, or night, or whatever.

'I like to think that too.'

She pointed at his arm, 'I'm not sure if I will be able to, but I can also do something about that too.'

He looked down at his arm.

'Like what?'

'Ease a bit the pain? I never tried it but-'

'Try it,' he said all too quickly to get rid of it, because although it was healing, it still hurt like a bitch.

They stopped and Nina took a step forward, licking her lips.

'Just don't be disappointed if it doesn't work, okay?'

'Just do it already.'

She chuckled and pressed her palm against the spot that hurt. She was feeling his energy, but instead of letting her walls down and consuming it, she simply let her own run through him, making him gasp. Again, her senses were hit with his arousal.

She tried not to dwell on it, since it was only because her energy made him feel good, as she was filling him, now easing the pain.

Once she stopped, so she wouldn't get too hungry, she looked at his face which held a bit of a dark look on it, but after he shook his head and blinked a few times, he was fine.

'Whoa.'

It was an understatement, because that felt purely amazing.

'Yeah.'

Just then, they heard the familiar sound of the blue jeep that stopped next to them.

Stiles gave them both a tired look and nodded for them to get in.

Between Scott's moans about Allison and Stiles suspicious glances, Nina suddenly felt like despite everything, the night and day and all of this wasn't a complete disaster. Sure, she fed a bit on Scott through contact. She shouldn't have done that but it was to help him. Plus, she told him the truth and he didn't hate her. Stiles was slowly breaking the glow, which was another progress. She felt, well… happy? Hopeful. She was hopeful that somehow everything would turn out just fine.

'So what are you anyway?' asked Stiles after he got enough of Scott's rambling about Allison and his curiosity got the better of him.

'A succubus.'

He hit the brakes so hard, she and Scott hit their heads.

'AU!'

'WHAT ARE YOU FOR REAL?'