Hey all! I have a new story for you guys. I mean, I'm sure most of you haven't read what I've ever written before, but that's alright. I wanted to tryout a new fandom. I chose Teen Wolf, because it is now my obsession in life, and I refuse to die without hugging the Carver Twins and meeting Dylan O'Brien. I REFUSE IT!
I haven't seen many OC stories where there is a guy as the character, so I'm taking a crack at it. I know I'm gonna get questions about who to pair my character with, but all pairings are gonna be unknown for you guys until they happen.
Another thing is that I have to give credit for my inspirations. I am a huge fan of BrittWitt16 and her story 'The Wild Side'. I want this story to be like that, except with my own ideas. She has helped me, without knowing, and I appreciate her skills as a writer.
Finally, I have a warning for this story. It will cover all episodes, starting with Season 1 Episode 5. This will not however, be a story where the OC just goes with everyone's plans. No, he'll have his own agenda at times too.
And with that, I hope you enjoy this story and you probably ignored all of what I've said before, but I don't care. Please let me know what you guys think of this story.
Beacon Hills, just another part of the past. A past he'd rather just forget about. Not that he could forget about it, since it was constantly showing back up. There were the nightmares that have lasted the past seven years, and also the screams. Those were the worst. Hearing those screams over and over in his head. He was actually surprised that he hasn't actually lost his mind with all of the stress that his past has caused him.
But, here he was again, standing in front of a brand new house that his parents, adopted, bought. They had lived in some small California town before moving a few miles over to Beacon Hills. Of course, they did even consider that their son wouldn't want to revisit the place where his whole life took a dip for the worst. He looked up at the house, a backpack slung over his shoulders, before sighing.
It wasn't that the house wasn't nice, or that his adoptive family didn't love him, because both weren't true. The house was a bit too fancy for his taste, and his family treated him like he was there since he was born, when really, he's only been there since he was nine, and he was sixteen now.
No, those weren't the problem. The problem was that Beacon Hills was a place that he had tried to push away from his mind, but every single time he closed his eyes, he could see the flames. He could feel the heat from the burnt wood that crashed against him. He remembered seeing his birth mother giving him one last loving look before leaving him in the arms of his older cousin. He could remember the steel cold face of his cousin, holding him piggyback, watching as the fire burned down their entire house and killed their entire family.
But it wasn't like any of that mattered. His cousin, after a few days of dealing with him, ditched him in the nearest orphanage, with an empty promise that he'd be back in a few days. Seven years later, and here he was, no longer waiting on his cousin. He had to move on, and eventually, after a year of being stuck in that damn building, the Saunders family had taken him into their lives. So no longer was he sticking with his old life. No longer was he part of that pack. He was now a loner.
"Elijah!" A woman's voice sounded from next to him. 'Elijah' looked to his left, where he saw his adoptive mother, Luna, bent over, picking up a rather large cardboard box from the trunk. "Can you give me a hand, sweetheart?"
Elijah adjusted the strap on his bag, before walking over to her. Luna was obviously struggling, so the help was appreciated. He grabbed the box on both sides, and easily lifted it off the ground. Luna gave him a smirk, "And you said that soccer was a waste." She lightly slapped his cheek a few times, making him roll his eyes, with an amused smile.
She then started walking, carrying a smaller box. "Come on big guy." She told him. Elijah followed after her, slowly but surely. He stepped into the house, and took a look around. The space was huge, but that might've been because there was not that much furniture, yet. The only thing there was a lone leather couch with a small glass coffee table resting in front of it.
Luna placed her box on the table, turning to Elijah, "You can just put that right next to the table, honey." She told him.
Elijah nodded and smiled. He wasn't that much of a talker, something his new family just came to realize. They knew about what had happened to Elijah's former family, so they brushed the quietness as a result of that traumatic event. The only problem was that they didn't know that Beacon Hills was were that event happened.
He placed the box down, before turning back to Luna. It was really only him, her and his adoptive older brother, Kalin. Kalin was in college at the moment, as he was twenty years old. Mr. Saunders, otherwise known as James, left when Elijah started causing issues at the house between Luna and him. Luna defended Elijah with all of her heart, and Kalin took her side, so James left. That happened two years ago.
Luna sat down at on the lone couch, before smiling up at Elijah, "Nice house, right?" She asked.
He crossed his arms, giving her an unamused look. She sighed, "I know, I can't beat around the bush with you." She stated, sounding desperate.
Elijah sighed, before squatting in front of Luna, "Mom, it's fine. I know you took it hard, but you're doing better than I actually expected." He stated, speaking for the first time in an hour.
Luna smiled a small smile, "It's just hard, you know. With the move, the divorce, Kalin now living on campus, and all this with you enrolling into a new school, I just keep getting flustered." She explained.
Elijah smiled, "I'll be fine at the school. I told you that yesterday, and the day before that. You don't have to worry about me." He told her.
Luna smiled at her son, running a hand through his styled black hair, "I always worry about you. You and Kalin are my little boys." She said, using that baby voice that couples use when talking to a newborn or even a puppy.
Elijah pushed her hand back, chuckling a bit, "No touchie the hair." He warned, smiling. That was the relationship between the two. They didn't look at all alike, but their personalities meshed so perfectly that it was like they were related. Still, it did annoy Elijah sometimes when he tells people that Luna was his mother and they have shocked looks on their face.
Sure, Elijah was tan skinned and Luna was colored skin, along with Kalin, but they were his family, that was something that Elijah took to heart the most. Just because he was adopted, he still accepted them as being related. Plus, it slightly filled the void of the family that was literally in ashes.
But looks aside, once they got to know them as a family, everyone that met the Saunders instantly saw that they were all there for each other.
Luna patted Elijah's arm, "Take your stuff up to your room, and then we need to go to the school to speak with the principal about your schedule and social situation." She explained to him. Elijah nodded, before once again adjusting the strap on his bag.
He walked up the stairs, which were slightly curved. It lead up to a small hallway that on one side was opened up that you could look over the edge and see the first floor. Elijah's room was on the other side of this hallway, turning right and it was the first door on the left. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway that had to overlook. Luna's room was right when you finished climbing the stairs. There was a door that lead to the attic, but Elijah hadn't been up there yet. What would be Kalin's room was right across from Elijah's room, and there was one more guest bedroom right next to Kalin's room.
Elijah's room was a dark forest green color, which was his favorite color, so his luck held out. There was just a lone mattress on the floor with a small TV on a small table. He had a desk on the far wall, right in front of the window. His window was a view of the house next door, along with the side yard.
He placed his bag on the floor right by the door, stepping into the room. It wasn't huge, but there was enough space that if he wanted to have a few friends over, if he made some, he could and still have plenty of elbow room. That was okay.
Elijah sighed, sitting down on the mattress. He placed his head in his hands with his hands on the side of his head. He stared at his feet, while his mind ventured dangerously off. The house was nice, and his room was great, but nothing would be able to beat his very first room that he had shared with that cousin. With that thought, he drifted off, thinking about that dark day.
He sometimes wondered, what would his life be like if that damn fire never started. He probably would grow up, his three cousins teaching him all about life and it's hardships. His aunt and Uncle would help support him with helping with the family. His mother protecting him from any type of dangers.
"Elijah? You okay up here?" Luna's voice came from the doorway. His head snapped up, facing her. She was leaning against the doorframe. She stepped into the room, squatting in front of him, "You alright?" she asked.
Elijah nodded, sighing, "Yeah, I was just thinking." He told her. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.
She smiled, "Well, if you ever need to talk to anyone about anything, you know that I'm always available." She told him, placing a hand on his knee. He smiled at her, nodding. She pat the knee a few times, before standing full height. "Okay then, what say we get to the school?" She asked, before pulling the keys out of her pocket, "I'll let you drive." She bribed.
Elijah chuckled, before standing up himself. Luna tossed the keys to him, which, due to his super fast reflexes, he caught with one hand. She shook her head, giggling a bit, before walking out. Elijah followed her, walking down the stairs and back outside.
The two of them walked over to Luna's red Honda CRV. Luna closed the trunk door, which apparently was left open. Elijah hopped into the driver's seat, sliding the key into the ignition. He started the car's engine, and waited for Luna to get in.
Once she was buckled and ready to go, Eli backed out of the house's driveway, following Luna's directions, even though he already knew where to go. He did live in this town before, so he knew where the high school was, but he didn't want Luna to know that he had lived in this town prior to this. It'd be a disaster. Plus, Luna landed a steady paying job at the hospital as a nurse, and that's why they moved, so they could be closer to her job.
It took maybe ten minutes to arrive at the school, and something that Elijah wished Luna would've told him was that the school day was still going. Well, it was a normal Monday, and it wasn't a holiday, so he should've expected it, but he would've tried to make himself look a bit more decent.
His black hair was now down, because of Luna's playing with it, so it rested against his forehead. Some of it was sticking out, but he could fix that when they parked. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, that had some paint stains from painting on Saturday, and the stains stuck, even in the wash. He was also wearing a light blue denim long sleeved jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and it was left open. He wore a pair of black jeans with his black hiking boots.
He sighed, running his hand through his hair, looking into the mirror of the car. Luna was just smiling, very amused at how her youngest son was so obsessed with his appearance. When he was satisfied enough, he unlocked the car, allowing Luna and him to exit the car.
It was only around noon, so it was around lunch time in the school. Kids were sitting around the outside of the school, just hanging around the area, chatting with friends. Some of them gave him a few glances, but no one was really paying any attention to him, something he was thankful for. He hated the spotlight.
When him and Luna reached the door to the front of the school, a man walked up to them. He was wearing a suit, and he looked pretty important. "Hello. You must be Luna and Elijah Saunders." He stated, holding out a hand to Luna.
She shook it, and when he offered it to him, Elijah grabbed it in a firm grasp, "I'm Richard Hilliard, and I'm the principal here at Beacon Hills High." He told them, smiling. "I hope that you enjoy all Beacon Hills has to offer." He stated, before turning to Luna. "Follow me please."
Hilliard started walking down the hallway, which was starting crowd with people. Elijah stuck close by Luna's side almost the whole walk. That didn't mean however, that he didn't miss the curious glances made by the students they passed. He also didn't miss the little giggles that some of the girls made when they thought he looked at them.
Elijah rolled his eyes, biting his tongue in his mouth, forcing himself to stay quiet. The one thing that he couldn't stand about Luna was that she was very persuasive, meaning that whatever she wanted Elijah to do, she could convince him that it was a good idea. She didn't make him do anything stupid, but she did get him into sports and staying in shape. Basically, he blamed her for making him so damn physically attractive.
Though, he was sure that he'd still be in shape if Luna hadn't done anything.
Hilliard suddenly stopped, turning to face them. "Ms. Saunders, I'll need to speak to you privately, so Mr. Saunders, if you could just wait out here in the hall for a bit, please." he gestured to the chairs sitting right outside the office. Elijah didn't want to, but he knew if he were to make a good impression on the principal, he'd have to follow his directions.
He nodded, and when Luna and Hilliard entered the office, Elijah sat down with a big sigh. He just waited, looking up and down the hallway he was in, watching as kids would pass by him, either giving him interested looks, or just ignoring he was there. Elijah bent forward, resting his elbows on his legs, crossing his hands and resting his head on them. The school looked nice, but Elijah already knew that. They hadn't changed much in the past seven years.
Elijah closed his eyes, reclining his head back and resting it against the wall, crossing his left leg over his right. He didn't know how much time had passed since Luna and Hilliard entered the office, but it wasn't long before Elijah grew way too restless. He started fidgeting a bit, moving his legs around a lot. Being in a crowded hallway, moving your legs around, someone was bound to get hit. And that's exactly what happened. Elijah was still leaning against the wall with his eyes closed when he felt weight on his foot and a large thumb of someone hitting the ground.
Elijah snapped his eyes open, and looked towards the ground, and saw a girl there. She had pale skin, brown eyes and brown hair. She looked to be around the same height as him, maybe a bit shorter. She was glaring up at him, but he ignored that. He got off his chair and bent down, "Are you okay?" He asked her, looking her over.
Of course, being a guy, Elijah was automatically placed in that stereotype that all guys checked out all girls. That wasn't the case for Elijah but only for another reason. Anyway, this girl was glaring at him, before answering him, "I'm fine, no thanks to you." She snapped.
Elijah raised an eyebrow, "Really? I'm trying to be nice, and you bite my head off." He stated, calmly. He was used to crazy women, as he had to constantly deal with Luna, and Kalin's long term girlfriend, Toni.
The girl just huffed, before standing up. She brushed herself off, and gave Elijah one last glare before strutting off. Well, it was more of an awkward storm off. Either way, it was obvious that she was pissed. All because of an honest accident. 'Great, way to go Eli. Five minutes in the school and you manage to already piss somebody off. Real great.' He thought, sarcastically.
He turned around to sit back down on the chairs, but he bumped into something and he felt something wet cover his chest. And, whoever he bumped into was taller and broader than him, so it made Elijah stumble. the floor was wet from whatever spilled onto him and his foot lost its grip on the floor and Elijah found himself on the ground.
"Oh god, are you okay?" A guy asked.
If it were an appropriate time, Elijah would've laughed, as he had just gotten done with some pissed off chick when the same thing that happened to her happens to him, except he got the more embarrassing scenario.
When Elijah didn't answer, the owner of the voice squatted down, looking at him with curious and concerned eyes. Elijah looked from where he was facing the floor, to face the person. It was a guy, obviously. He had very tan skin, with short black hair. He was wearing a blue v neck t shirt that let Elijah see that the guy was obviously in shape. The guy's eyes were brown. Elijah could appreciate that on his first day he bumps into an attractive guy, so maybe it wasn't a bad day for him after all.
"I'm so sorry!" The guy stated, offering a hand. Elijah nodded, and accepted the hand, allowing the guy to pull him up. Elijah looked to his shirt to inspect the damage and sighed. Luckily the wet stuff was just water, so there weren't any stains. However, now his shirt was soaked and that meant that he wasn't going to be able to change until this meeting was over.
Elijah held a hand out, stopping the guy's worries, "It's all good. No damage done." He stated, speaking for the first time to this new person.
The guy shook his head, "Are you sure? That was a hard fall." He asked.
Elijah chuckled, "Yeah, I'm positive. No broken bones or any fatal injuries here." He joked.
The guy smiled, seeming to be relieved. He held out his hand again, "Danny. I don't think I know you. You new?" He asked.
Elijah grabbed Danny's hand and shook it. "Elijah, and yeah. I officially moved here over the weekend, but my mom had to meet with the principal today." He explained.
Danny nodded, before bending down and picking up the plastic cup that was now empty on the ground. He walked to a nearby trash and went back to Elijah. It was that moment that Elijah noticed that Danny was carrying a large gym bag with a long stick with a net on his back. "Oh, you play Lacrosse?" He asked.
Danny smiled, "Yeah, this is my second year on the team."
Elijah nodded, "Cool, so are you first line or are you on the bench?" He asked, teasing him a bit.
Danny laughed sarcastically, "Haha, very funny. No, I'm first line, and in fact, you are looking at one of the best goalies that Beacon Hills have ever had the pleasure of having." He stated, puffing out his chest slightly.
Elijah laughed, "Calm down there. I don't think there's enough room in this conversation for me, you and your ego." He joked.
Both of them laughed at that, before the bell rang out loudly interrupting them. Danny looked around, before sighing, "I have to go. It was nice meeting you though Elijah. Sorry about the shirt." He stated, walking away.
Elijah shrugged, "It's not that big of a deal. It was nice meeting you too!" he called out after Danny. The guy sent a small salute before turning the corner, leaving Elijah's sight.
"Who're you talking to Elijah?" The voice of Luna sounded out from behind him. Elijah turned around and shrugged, "Just some guy who bumped into me." He responded.
She looked amused, "In the school for only ten minutes and you already got yourself into trouble. Look at you! You look like a cat that just was placed in a bathtub." She exclaimed. That cued a bit of giggles from a few passing people, giving Elijah an excuse to follow them with his eyes and glare at them until he couldn't see them anymore.
Luna pat his shoulder, "Lucky for you, everything is all set and you are all set to start tomorrow." She explained, handing him a piece of paper. He looked to it, seeing that it was his schedule. She sighed, "Oh, I'm gonna like it here. There's something in the air." She stated, laughing. "I'm so strange."
Elijah rolled his eyes, "Don't worry, I still love you." He deadpanned.
Luna gave him a stone face, "Like I had anything to worry about there." She scoffed, before walking off, "Let's get home if for nothing else to change out of those wet clothes." She stated, loudly. Elijah looked around and saw that they were attracting a crowd, and some of the guys were laughing, some of the girls were gawking at his wet, thin, white t-shirt and then there were just the annoying girls that started stupid rumours.
Elijah quickly followed after his mother, looking around. When he reached her side, he inhaled deeply through his nose, catching a strange scent. It was a familiar scent too, one that he didn't often have the opportunity to experience that much. There was another one here. Luna noticed her son acting strange, looking around the school, as if he was looking for something. "What is it?" She whispered, "Smell something?" She asked.
Elijah looked to her, "I'm not sure. I could've sworn that I smelled another one." He sniffed again, but sighed, "But the scent's gone stale." He stated.
Luna pat him on the arm, "Hey, at least you're getting better at that. I mean, last time you said you smelled another one, you led me right in the path of a crazy black bear." She laughed. "You are so lucky those scratches are easy to hide." She joked.
Elijah sighed, remembering that. "Yeah, and I'm still sorry about that." He muttered, a dark look in his eyes.
Luna bumped him, "Hey, don't beat yourself up. You were still learning better. I can't hold a grudge against inexperience." she explained, giving Elijah a reassuring smile. "Tell you what. The movers should've finished bringing the stuff from the actual truck into the house. Let's get the TV out and the DVD player and just have a movie night. How's that sound?" She asked.
Elijah smiled, "That actually sounds pretty good."
Luna smiled, pushing the doors outside open and walking out. Elijah followed, but as he tried stepping up to her, another boy bumped into him. "Whoa dude, sorry about that." He stated, before running off, towards the side of the school. Elijah noticed that he had the same bag as Danny and he also had a Lacrosse stick. The other thing Elijah noticed about that guy was that he reeked of anxiety and constant paranoia.
"Elijah, you coming?" Luna's voice sounded from further away. Elijah looked towards where she was the last time he checked, only to see her already halfway through the parking lot towards their car. Elijah looked back to where that boy was, but he was already gone. Elijah narrowed his eyes, but let it go. There was more to this town than he ever remembered.
He ran over to Luna, who gave him a concerned look, "Are you sure you okay? You seem really out of it today." She asked. "You don't have to start school tomorrow, you know. I will be fine with you waiting a day or two." She explained, placing a hand on his bicep.
Elijah shook his head, "No, I'm fine. It's nothing." He then unlocked the car, getting in and then, once Luna was all set, they headed for home.
Stiles Stilinski was running all around the school. It felt like he had been doing a lot of that lately. He could understand, slightly, ever since his best friend Scott McCall was turned into a ferocious werewolf the night right before school started. So, now Stiles had to deal with the classic high school drama along with making sure he doesn't find himself dead at the claws of his friend. Right now, he was busy trying to find said friend, as he got a text from him about some sort of issue that had just come up.
Of course, with his rushing, he had to ram into someone eventually. That person stumbled a bit, but didn't really move much. Stiles on the other hand, cursed his tiny body frame and no real muscle tone, as he was the one to bounce back a bit. He looked to see who he bumped, only to find someone he didn't even know. He looked to be a guy his age, maybe a year younger.
Stiles shook his head, before running off again, calling back to him, "Whoa dude, sorry about that." Before turning to face forward, running towards the lacrosse field. That's where Scott told him to meet, so he tried getting there even faster than he was going. It wasn't his best idea, since he should've saved his energy for practice, but this was bigger.
Reaching the field, Stiles saw his friend, moppy hair and everything, sitting in a hunch on the bleachers. Stiles let his bag drop to the ground there, to lessen the weight, before jogging over to Scott. "Yo Scott, what's the problem?" He asked, standing over him.
Scott looked up at Stiles and sighed, "Remember Friday, when we had to take care of Derek with that bullet?" He asked.
Stiles rolled his eyes, "Yes, completely, I had nightmares all weekend. What's your point?" Stiles questioned.
Scott gave him a worried look, "Derek then took me to visit his uncle in the hospital, saying that he was one of two family Derek had left after the fire." He started, before shaking his head, letting out a frustrated growl. It was just talking about the older werewolf that annoyed him. Derek may not have been the one that bit him, but he wasn't being all helpful with Scott's turning process.
Stiles groaned, "Scott, I'm not getting any younger here, buddy. Care to get to the point some time this millennium?" He asked, sarcastically.
"Stiles, Derek told me that the other family member that was left had just moved back here this weekend." Scott revealed.
Stiles gave him a look of pure shock, before shaking his head in a tizzy. "Oh no. No no, this can't be happening! One Derek was enough, but now we have three? I can't take this!" Stiles said, scratching his head, nervously. He started to move around in a small circle, anxiously.
Scott stayed silent, while Stiles had his little panic attack. He was also feeling a bit of dread. Derek was a bit violent and dangerous, even if he wasn't a full Alpha werewolf. Now, they had another Hale, who may or may not be a Beta werewolf, who was related to Derek in some way. Derek wasn't exactly accepting of taking on the role of teacher for controlling Scott's powers. Now he'll have to deal with another brooding werewolf.
Stiles stopped in front of Scott again, "Wait, did Derek tell you anything about him? A name maybe?"
Scott shook his head, "Derek told me that if he was here, he must've been adopted, since he was only a kid when the fire happened. He just told me that the guy was our age and that I'd be able to tell who it is by scent, whatever that means." He stated, shaking his head at the vague advice Derek gave him.
Stiles got a look of amazement and clarity, "Dude, that's it! You can do that sniffing thing again like you did with Derek's sister. I mean, you can do that with living people too, right?" He asked.
Scott rolled his eyes, before skipping over the question, "Stiles, don't you see the problem? Not only do we have to worry about the Alpha, but Derek and his cousin who could be exactly like him. And that cousin is our age, meaning he'll be in school with us." He listed, his voice getting more and more frantic.
Stiles groaned, "Are you serious? Once that guy finds out we tried busting his cousin for murdering Derek's sister, we're dead!" He complained.
Scott held his head, breathing in fast, his heart starting race. Stiles noticed and quickly sat next to his friend on the bleachers. He grabbed Scott's shoulders and held him down, "Whoa there, buddy. Calm down, we'll get through this. I mean, we've been through worse, right? Like that food fight in sixth grade, right? Remember, you nailed Jackson in the face with chocolate pudding?" Stiles asked, trying to settle Scott down.
Scott started breathing deeply, his face was clear of most of the stress that was just there. Stiles grinned in accomplishment, "You see? I can be a pretty good teacher. Why you went to Derek first, I'll never understand." He joked.
Scott sighed, looking up at Stiles, "Stiles, shut up." He muttered, sounding very out of breath. "We have a job to do tomorrow." He told him.
Stiles raised an eyebrow, "Um, you are the one with the job. I don't work at Deaton's place." Stiles said, confused.
Scott hit Stiles' shoulder, "I'm talking about figuring out who Derek's cousin is."
Stiles rolled his eyes, "It's gonna be easy. If there is a new student tomorrow, then we'll know exactly who it is. If all else fails, we could throw some wolfsbane at him." He joked.
Scott still looked uncertain, but he didn't voice his concerns. Stiles was trying help, so he'd give him the satisfaction of knowing he helped out a bit. He nodded, sighing, "Yeah, I guess you're right." He stated. He knew he was lying, since Stiles had a habit of coming up with stupid ideas, but when he had one, it was too difficult to change his mind.
Stiles pat his back, "Of course I am. Now, we have practice to get to." He said, giving his buddy one last pat on the shoulder, before standing up. He walked off, out of sight from Scott, before grabbing his bag and sighing himself. "Let's hope I am right." He muttered to himself, walking off towards the locker room.
Elijah sighed, sitting on his bed that night. It was a little after eleven at night, and he was beat. Not only had they finished moving everything into the house, but they spent the past nine hours getting everything into place. Yes, it got everything out of the way so they didn't have to do it over a long span of time, but at the moment, Elijah's arms, feet and brain were sore. You could've chopped them off, except his brain, and it wouldn't hurt.
He had just come out of the shower, feeling a bit less stressed about the day ahead of him tomorrow. It wasn't that he was concerned about making friends, because that was too trivial. He was more so focused on keeping himself in check so that he doesn't blow it. High school was a dangerous place for anyone. One single rumour about you could ruin your whole life.
That was what Elijah was hoping to avoid. All Elijah wanted out of tomorrow was to learn where his classes were and what they were. He'll worry about social status at some other point. He looked into the mirror that was on his dresser. He rolled his eyes, before looking focused. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and when he opened them, he smirked.
Elijah was still looking at his reflection, but instead of having his normal brown eyes, he was staring at a replica with honey gold eyes that were glowing brightly. He blinked once and they returned to his original color. At least he had that type of control now.
"Elijah, can I come in?" Luna's voice sounded from the doorway.
Elijah looked over and saw that she was looking at him concerned. He nodded, before scooting over on the bed, leaving room for her. She smiled, and walked over to him. They sat together in silence before Luna spoke up, "I don't think I need to tell you to be careful, right?" She asked. "You know that no one can find out about what you are, right?"
Elijah nodded, "Yeah, I know." He stated, simply.
Luna nodded, "But, you can't let that distance yourself from people. I still want you to have friends." She explained. "I don't care if you aren't my son biologically, but I just want you to be happy. I love you Elijah." She told him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
Elijah smiled a small smile, "I love you too Mom." He replied.
Luna straightened up, turning to Elijah, "I don't have to be at the hospital to start my first shift until six tonight, so if you want, I could let you take the car tomorrow, how's that sound?" She asked.
He raised an eyebrow, "What about you? Won't you need to go shopping for stuff?" He asked.
She just flicked her wrist, "Oh don't worry about me. I'll probably just be going through some of the leftover boxes and set up Kalin's room." She explained.
Elijah sighed, "Okay, I'll take the car. Is that all?" He asked. He was hoping for a quick escape from this conversation so he could go to bed. It would take all of his energy just to get through the day tomorrow.
Luna sighed, got up, and turned to face him, "Yeah, I guess I'm just being paranoid. It's what a mother does, you know." She told him.
Elijah rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I do. I also know you do it too much." He stated, "Now, I need to sleep in order for me to have a good day tomorrow or else someone will have their head ripped off, and that isn't because of my powers." He warned.
Luna laughed, "Always a fan for the dramatics." She walked out of the room, "G'night." She called behind her, turning off the hallway light outside of his room, shutting the door.
Elijah sighed, lying back on his bed. He looked up to the ceiling and just thought about things. He didn't dare venture as far back as the fire, but he did think about his cousin. That cousin was his favorite, he remembers that. He remembers playing basketball with him and his cousin helping him make a bunch of slam dunk shots. Elijah remembers that time when his cousin would make sure that Elijah got to school safely, even if it meant he was late for school himself. The one thing that he knew that he'd never forget about his cousin, was that one day, his eyes turned from yellow to blue, and Elijah didn't know why.
Elijah didn't know a lot of things about his cousin. Where did he go after leaving him at the orphanage? Why did he lie? Where is he now? There were so many mysteries surrounding his story, that it was hard to even think about him in a welcome light.
One thing that Elijah knew for sure was that he was going to reach his life's goal. He was going to figure out the mystery behind his cousin's disappearance.
He was going to figure out what made Derek Hale ditch him.
So, what do you think? Is Elijah an okay guy so far? What about the plot? I mean, so far it isn't much, but I gave you a taste.
My schedule for updating is kind of all over the place, so I don't know when I'll be posting the other chapters. I already have the first two done, and I am almost done with the third, so you'll have three today, most likely.
Review what you think, please. I don't care if you don't favorite or follow, but it's always nice.