A/N: Hell, everyone! I am very new at writing AU fics, this is my first time ever, so I'm hoping that I do a decent job. I've only written very few fics for the TW universe and none for TVD so I am very rusty. I hope that you enjoy and please be nice. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or The Vampire diaries. Everything goes to its rightful owner. All I claim is my ideas and OC's.

Title: An Original In Beacon Hills

When Rebekah Mikaelson comes to Beacon Hills she's looking to start a new life away from Klaus and the others behind. Finding a town filled with super naturals she can't help but feel intrigued. Knowing that the mass of different scents will help keep her hidden from her old life, Rebekah decides to keep a low profile. What she didn't expect was to meet a certain boy named Stiles.

Sounds better than the summary but please give it a chance.

I guess you can call it a Stebekah fic?

Chapter One: The Boy Without a Name

The thick aroma that filled the night air in the Small town was almost smothering, but it wasn't just one scent that filled her nose. The variety of odors swirled into one massive stench that almost took her breath away. She recognized some of them, werewolf, werecoyote, and human; but the others were a mystery to her. Not knowing only made the blonde intrigued. Being alive for centuries, Rebekah, had come across many supernatural species and finding a town filled with an abundance of them gave her a spark of interest that wouldn't burn out. As a matter of fact, the spark ignited a part of her that had been dormant for decades. It awakened her curiosity, her adrenaline, and her need for a rush. Walking into Beacon Hills High School, Rebekah Mikaelson was ready to fulfill her yearning for adventure.

As the blonde walked down the hallway she felt all the eyes of the young boys as they stared at her mouths open. She let a smile play on the corners of her mouth as she continued her journey to her first class. The young girls that would look her way would immediately avert their gazes back to their friends as jealousy and admiration filled them. She heard one girl say, "Oh, look another Lydia." This made Rebekah laugh on the inside. Making her way past a few more gawking teenage boys, she was at her destination.

She gazed around the room before finding the desk she would call hers for the year. Walking three rows in and four seats back, Rebekah sat behind a boy with brown hair. Her decision was made when he was the only kid in the room that didn't give her attention and that filled her with curiosity. She dropped her book on her desk with a semi loud thud to see if that would get him to turn around, but he continued to sit there with his nose in his phone. She was about to drop her pencil under his seat when another student made his way into the classroom, bit not just any boy, a werewolf. His hair was the same color as the boy in front of her, he had dimples, and the eyes of a puppy dog. She watched as he made his way down the fourth row of desks and three seats back. The closer he got the stronger his stench became. He sat down and turned leaned forward as he looked to his left. That was when the boy in front of her lifted his head and spoke.

"I've been texting you all morning, Scott. Where have you been?" The boy asked in a quick rush of air. His voice matched his appearance.

"I dropped my phone in the sink when I was brushing my teeth...its fried." Scott said back humiliation in his voice. Rebekah couldn't help but smile.

"Only you, Scott." The boy in front of her said in a sigh.

They were about to say more when the teacher started speaking. "Mr. McCall and Mr. Stilinski, I hope you two sitting next to each other won't be a problem?" The red haired lady said as she walked to the chalk board.

"No, Mrs. Dickson." Scott answered back.

"I hope not." The teacher said back. "Now, we have a new student. I'd like to introduce to you Rebekah Mikaelson." The teacher held out her hand gesturing for the students to acknowledge her, even though all of them had, other than Scott and his nameless friend.

Scott looked my way giving me a smile and finally so did his friend. She immediately noticed his hazel eyes that were starting to drag her into their warmth when he turned back toward Scott and the front of the class.

"Ms. Mikaelson, I hope you have enjoyed your stay in Beacon Hills so far." Mrs. Dickson smiled. "Now, turn your books to page 145. Read the chapter and take notes. Tomorrow we will be discussing the information and you will be handing in your notes and the section review." Mrs. Dickson said as she wrote the assignment on the board. A few students made grumbling noises form the fact that they had homework. "Keep up the grumbling and you'll have to tomorrow's homework tonight as well." With that the students fell silent. Conversations could be heard amongst the other students.

Rebekah pretended to read the chapter but secretly she was focusing on the conversation between Scott and the boy in front of her. Everything they were talking about had been pointless such as Lacrosse. When the bell rang she still hadn't received the name of the boy. Before she could gather her belongings, Scott and his friend darted out of the class room.

The rest of the day she didn't see the boy. She tried finding him at lunch, but he wasn't there, and once school was over she thought about going to watch practice, surely she'd learn his name there, but her hunger was getting the best of her and for now she wanted to keep what she is a secret.

Going out into the woods to hunt down a rabbit or squirrel, Rebekah, kept thinking about the boy in first period. Everybody, even Scott, had acknowledged her. For some odd reason that particular boy hadn't and it irked her. Why was it that all of the other adolescents wanted her attention and couldn't keep their eyes off of her, but he could easily ignore her? She thought about his eyes and how warm and comforting they had been. There had only been one other guy that had eyes like that, and he had been killed by Klaus a century ago. Now, having to look into those type of eyes again, her heart fluttered. She felt a smile starting to form at the baby faced boy in first period, she heard the sound of his voice in her head, his soft pink lips as he spoke, and she remembered the smell of his cologne. For the first time in a long time, Rebekah had a crush on someone.

A/N: How was it? Should I keep going? Please do let me know and don't forget to leave a review.