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Well here I am...again.
Another high school, another beginning, another name, another story to add onto the list...another life.
Closing my eyes with a deep breath, I open them up before taking the first step towards the beginning of my next story, my next life.
My name is Aurora Dawn, and this is one of my stories.
Beacon Hills.
This isn't just a random place I decided to throw myself into like the others. I have been here before, although it's been a good many years. A good thing for it too, wouldn't want anyone to recognizing me.
I always give places I've been enough time for everyone to have died or passed on so I don't risk getting seen and recognized. But I had a moment and decided to risk it.
It doesn't really matter, I guess. I did have something here once but it's gone now. Or most of it. I guess time will tell.
Now, I haven't been going to high school my whole life, I'd of died of boredom if I could've. I've done other things, lived many different lives. Even gone to a few colleges. But those are some really long stories, and I have my first class to get too.
I was shown to my locker where I put everything I didn't need in it and kept the stuff I did need for my first class. English class, easy, like all the others will be. I've been through this a lot, as I stated earlier.
I was then led to the class room where the principle said my name to the class and announced my arrival. No one really cared, to busy talking to friends or messing around with their belongings, most girls fixing their makeup. Not that I really can care much for people staring, it would be far from the worst thing I've been through, so stare all you want.
As I walk past one kid with shaggy brown hair, I falter in my steps slightly when I catch a faint scent of something I haven't smelled in a long time. I quickly recover before anyone notices and claim the seat I saw when I first stepped into the room. It wasn't that strong, I'm sure it's nothing anyways, I'm probably losing it.
"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night" The teacher started saying, catching my attention with that opening. I just got here a few days ago and I've been busy getting everything set up to notice anything going on. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."
Turning my attention to the paper, I look it over as I hear a phone ringing. I know it's not in the room immediately, I don't even bother lifting my head as I hear the owner of the phone pick it up and start talking. I soon stop listening, having lost interest, it turning to the shaggy haired boy as he looks around the room before his gaze settles on the window where you can see the owner of the phone.
Huh, maybe I'm not going crazy in my old age.
"I love your shoes, you have to tell me where you got them." A peppy strawberry blond said to me as I was swapping some stuff out at my locker. She was referring to my black heeled ankle boots. I got them in Italy, but I don't think I should tell her that.
"Thank you." I said instead of telling her, Italy doesn't really fit into Aurora Dawns life. Aurora Dawn isn't my real name if you haven't figured that out.
"I'm Lydia, Lydia Martin. You're one of the new girls." She said, twirling her hair.
"It would seem so." I replied back in a flat voice, still focused on my things.
"Well, I am here to invite you to the party I'm having Friday night, every ones gonna be there, you should come." Lydia's obviously a popular kid, most likely dating a jock or something. I guess she deems me worthy to be apart of her group or whatever, to bad that's not my thing.
"Yeah, I'll definitely think about it." I lied, finally turning to look at her. "But you know, I got a lot to do, having just moved here and all." I guess I could have just straight out said no but didn't for some reason. I'll save it for next time.
"I'll see you there." She said with a final hair flick before walking off to meet up with some guy. Definitely a jock.
Listening to the doors close behind me, I begin my walk home.
I have an apartment, I thought it would be easier than a house. It's not to far from the school, so I walk. Not that I have a vehicle anyways.
Not that I mind the walk, I love it actually, it brings back some good memory's, although most are also sad.
Shaking off those thoughts, I look up as I pass the crowded lacrosse field, listening to a whistle being blown, when a shaggy haired boy catches my attention.
He, like everyone else here, hears the whistle, but by the way he's acting, I'd say it's a lot louder to him.
Furrowing my brows, I stop in my tracks and turn slightly to watch, my curiosity taking over.
Not yet recovered from the whistle, shaggy haired kid wasn't ready for the ball that was thrown his way and got hit in the chest. Crossing my arms over my own chest, I put all my weight on one leg as I continue to watch as he recovers and starts catching every ball thrown his way.
As he catches a few more, another kid, the same one Lydia walked away with earlier, pushed to the front of the line before dramatically running at shaggy haired kid.
"Cue slow motion, anyone?" I muttered under my breath as I watched Jock jump into the air and throw the ball, only to have shaggy haired kid catch it in his net.
Sighing, I shake my head before turning and continuing my walk home.
Looking, possibly even glaring, up at the stars from my fire escape, I wonder if I should go hunting.
Don't go getting any ideas, I don't snack on humans, haven't in a really long time. I honestly never had a big apatite for human blood. Weird, I know. There may be more reasoning behind that but I'll set that aside for another time.
I don't have any food in my apartment, I haven't had time to get any sense I moved here. I also haven't eaten sense yesterday, hunting is probably a good idea. I get cranky when I'm hungry. Not that that's weird, I bet most creatures do.
Thinking about hunting takes my brain down another path other than food, reminding me of the reason I decided to come back to Beacon Hills. I guess you could say I had a nostalgic moment. I guess that seems odd for my type, having feelings and all. I never did figure out why I seem to feel more deeply than others of my kind. Maybe it's my dieting habits, who knows.
Some years back I came here to Beacon Hills, not to settle down and go to High school or start a quite life. No, I was on the run. Not some 'I murdered some people and the cops were on my tail' kind of run, the 'I may or may not have gotten sloppy and a few hunters found me' kind of run.
Yes, I will admit, I made a mistake and got myself into some shit. You try keeping you guard up for years on end, it gets tiring.
Anyway, hunters. I had hunters after me. They found out about me and of course, like all hunters, they chose to kill and not ask questions later. They obviously didn't kill me, but they did get close enough to injure me.
That's how I found myself at some unknown hour in the middle of some pitch black woods with 3 wooden bullets embedded in my body.
I had no idea where I was, I was hurt and weak, and getting weaker by the second. The dark wouldn't normally slow me down but I had lost a lot of blood and my vision was already blurry so I couldn't see much of anything.
Taking a strangled breath, I brace myself on a nearby tree and use my other hand to apply pressure to my stomach where one of the bullets got me.
Stupid hunters, stupid wooden bullets. I'm an immortal creature that survives by drinking blood, why is wood my weakness?
Another strangled breath and another tree. Vampires don't breath like humans, but we still do. We can basically hold our breaths for a long time but it's really uncomfortable. The point being, we do need oxygen. We can't die from lack of oxygen alone but not having it is definitely not a good thing.
I have no idea where I am or for how long I've been running. I thought I had gotten away from the hunters, I'm not sure how many there were, but they found me again and were able to get in a few good shots. I'm not sure where they all got me because my whole body hurts at this point.
I was able to get away after they shot me, I took one of them down, not sure if I killed him or not, I didn't stick around to find out. I just got the hell out of there. I think I lost them again but I can't take the risk that I didn't and stop. I'll probably die if I stop anyway. I need to find somewhere to hide and heal up. Which I won't if I don't get these bullets out and find food.
Using the tree as support, I go to take another step only to have my knees buckle under my weight and make me fall onto the forest floor. Groaning in pain, I bite my lip as I roll onto my back, using both hands to apply pressure to my stomach wound.
Biting my lip hard enough the draw blood, I try to push myself up, only to fall back down, causing myself even more pain.
Hands returning to my stomach, I look up at the tree tops and the few stars I can see shining through them. Would it be so bad if I died right here, right now? I mean I've had plenty of years, lived plenty of lives. More than any person could ever dream of.
And I've lost so much from those lives. In the end they only bring me pain and sadness. So in other words I'm a supper depressed vampire. I didn't even think that was possible. Aren't we supposed to like, not have souls? If so, then why do I feel this way?
I think if I died right now I'd be okay with that.
But fate-or whatever you want to call it-had other plans that night.
That was the night I met Charles and Talia Hale. ( A/N: I don't know Derek's fathers name so I made one up). They found me in the woods that night, hurt and dying, and they helped me. They took me to there house in the woods, not fare from where I was, and fixed me up.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Two werewolves helping a vampire. Our kind aren't exactly friendly with each other. Again, I don't know why, I had never had a beef with werewolf, or anyone, without a reason. I guess it's just laws of our twisted nature.
But that didn't stop them from helping me that night.
BANG
Jumping up from my seat on the stairs, I quickly search my surroundings for a threat only to find none, soon realizing it was just my neighbor not knowing how to properly close a door.
I can't let myself drift like that, it's too dangerous.
Giving one final look at the full moon, I crawl back through my window, being sure to close and lock it.
I wasn't lying about being hungry, and after those thoughts, a hunt could do me good.
So tightening my boot laces, I grab my jacket-not that I really need it, I just like it-and head for the door. And unlike my neighbor, I close it properly.
Hunting on a full moon isn't the best idea I've ever had but I'm not sure I care at the moment. So taking the stairs two at a time, I rush out of my building and straight into the woods at a run. Vampires are fast, faster than werewolves, but, as much as it pains me to say, we aren't as strong.
I haven't had a good run in awhile. Sure I walk everywhere but running at full speed none stop, well there's just nothing like it.
Coming to a quick stop, I using a tree to balance myself on as I carefully listen, stiffing the air. It's a full moon, the smell of werewolf shouldn't surprise me.
"Hunters." I hiss out under my breath when I hear the small heard of people and there weapons as they march through the woods, headed directly towards the young werewolf currently stuck to a tree with one of there bolts.
Deciding I like werewolves much more than hunters, I quickly charge forwards just as Derek starts throwing the hunters back. I rip the bolt from the kids arm and grab him, quickly dragging him away from the hunters, hearing Derek follow behind.
As I said, vampires are much faster than werewolves, so when I get a good distance from the hunters, I drop the kid by a tree and bolt far enough away that Derek won't be able to sense me.
"What was that!?" I hear the kid ask Derek.
"Hunters." Is his, unsurprisingly, short answer.
"And the other thing?" I guess he's talking about me. Makes sense, I'd be confused as well.
"I'm not sure." Derek answers in a toneless voice, although I can hear his confusion slipping through.
Deciding my work here was done, I take off as I hear the two wolves start arguing. I don't really care and I'm still hungry. There's got to be a deer or something hanging around somewhere.
I did thankfully find that deer last night because if I hadn't I might have snapped during school today. Sometimes I wonder why I do this, put myself in high school. This moment being one of those times.
It was a normal day in school, meaning nothing happened-other than Allison trying to make small talk- meaning it was super boring. I kept an eye on the kid werewolf, or Scott as I learned his name is. He didn't give me a second glance so he must not have recognized anything about me. Good.
Walking home again, I take my normal rout that takes me past the lacrosse field.
I unfortunately have this little thing called curiosity that makes me stop and watch. Keeping a close eye on Scott. I also don't fail to notice Derek standing at the edge of the woods, also watching. He thankfully doesn't notice me.
Scott looks a little out of it as he runs at number 37. And when he quickly gets knocked down my thoughts are confirmed. Couch goes over and talks to him but I don't pay any mind to what he's saying as I focus in on Scotts heart rate. It's picking up, to fast for my liking.
But it's not like I can just run onto the field and stop practice. I like my status as the new yet invisible girl.
But as Scott hits number 37 down, his heart rate spiking, I slowly take a few slow steps forward as Stiles runs over to him.
"It's happening Stiles, I can't control it." I hear Scott say.
"What? Here, now?!"
"Yes!" Stiles quickly drags Scott away, towards the locker rooms. I keep a good distance between us as I follow. Maybe today won't be all boring.
"Scott, Scott! Listen to me!" I hear Stiles yelling as I effortlessly sneak into the locker rooms, keeping out of sight.
Hearing banging and growling coming from the lockers, I start to make my way down the hall when I hear an odd sound right before Stiles jumps out of the locker room and into the hallway, causing me to jump out of sight.
"Stiles?" I hear Scott whisper, causing Stiles to drop the fire extinguisher he was holding and slowly move back into the locker room, letting me move from my hiding spot. "What happened?"
"You tried to kill me." Stiles told Scott, not sounding very pleased. "It's like I told you before, It's the anger, it's your pulse rising. It's a trigger."
"But that's lacrosse, it's a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed."
"Well, it's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field." I can't help but nod along with what Stiles is saying, I mean he makes a good point. "You can't play Saturday. You are gonna have to get out of the game."
"But I'm first line." Rolling my eyes at Scott's priorities, I turn and quietly leave the locker room.
"I love what you've done with the place." I say from the darkness as Derek walks into what remains of his childhood home.
Being faster than him, I'm able to move out of the way and dodge his attack. I don't blame him of course, I'd attach someone if they broke into my home. Well, I didn't break in, I just walked in. But I guess he wouldn't see it that way.
"Who are you?" He all but growled at me.
"You don't remember, Derek? I'm hurt." I looked him in the eye, despite the darkness surrounding us, I could see how his eyes widened slightly, how his eyebrows rose and how he slowly relaxed from his guarded position.
"Aunt Bella?" He questioned in a disbelieving voice, causing a small smile to come to my face.
"Hey Derek. Its been awhile, you were so much smaller the last time I saw you." It's true, he was so much smaller, I had to look up at him now. I remember when he was so little I could carry him. I mean, I could still throw him across the room if I wanted to, but that's beside the point.
"You look the same as I remember." Also true. I look the same, for the most part at least. I've changed my long, dark hair slightly. I've let it grow out and I don't wear it as curly as I did when I knew the Hales. I like it wavy or straight these days. And my pale blue eyes feel more dull and grey to me these days.
"Spare a hug for your favorite Aunt?" I asked, opening my arms slightly. I was only half joking, so when, to my surprise, Derek gave a small nod, I took the large step between us and wrapped my arms around his neck. He was so much taller I had to stand on the tips of my toes.
"I'm so sorry about Laura." I whisper to him. He nods his head slightly as his arms tighten around me. After hearing that the cops found a body in the woods, I did some investigating of my own and found out who it was. And finding out it was the eldest Hale child I came straight here looking for Derek. Him and Laura were the only ones left and now she's gone. Of course there's Peter, but it's not the same.
Pulling away with a sad smile, I look up at Derek and rub my thumb over his cheek, "You look so much like your father, except your eyes, you have your mothers eyes." He gave me an equally sad smile as I brought my hands back to my sides.
"Where have you been since you left?" Derek asked as he leaned on the back of the old couch.
"Around. Different places." I knew it was a vague answer, one he probably wouldn't like, but he would just have to deal with it. And he must have seen that in my face because he didn't question my answer.
We stood in silence for a few minutes, me having joined him in leaning on the couch.
"I was angry when you left." Derek said, finally breaking the silence.
"I know," I responded softly, looking down at my shoes, "But I had to leave, I overstayed my welcome. I didn't want to leave, I really didn't. This place was a home to me, a real home. I haven't had many of those in my life."
"I missed you. We all did." He told me, shifting so he was facing me.
"I missed you guys too. I wanted to come back. So many times I almost did." I was facing him now too, still leaning on the couch. "And when I heard about the fire I..." Derek looked down, arms crossing over his chest. "I did come back, I just kept my distance."
"Why?" He questioned, looking back up.
"I just didn't want to make things worse." I knew it was a bad excuse, and so did he, so before he would point it out, I spoke up again. "I may be old Derek, but wise? Definitely not."
"Why are you back now?"
"I... Just some things happened and I...just... needed, something." I shuffled on my feet a little, crossing my own arms over my chest to match Derek's stance.
"Something?"
"Something familiar." I then looked up at him with a smirk playing at my dark red lips. "Is it such a crime that I wanted to see my favorite nephew?"
"Shut up." Derek had a small smirk of his own as he pushed off the couch, turning so he was still facing me.
"It is good to see you, Derek."
"It's good to see you too."
"Oh, and for the record," I said while pushing off the couch, "It's not Isabella Bennit anymore. I'm now Aurora Dawn, a high school student."
Derek gave a snort of amusement as he uncrossed his arms. "Highschool."
"Yeah well, when you're stuck with the face of a 16 year old for eternity, you don't have many options. And I thought, why not?"
"Have you seen Peter?"
I shake my head, also uncrossing my arms. "Not since I got back. How is he?"
"The same." Derek answered vaguely. I've only seen Peter once since the fire, it was when I came back to Beacon Hills, I snuck into his hospital room. "Was that you?" He asked me after a moment of silence, and at my confused look, he added, "In the woods the other night."
"Ahh, that." I said while nodding. "That, yes that was me. Speaking of," I continued before he could say anything, "Who's your new friend?"
Derek lets out an annoyed sigh and closes his eyes, obviously annoyed by Scott. "That bad?"
"He has no idea what he's doing." Derek told me, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Oh come on, don't be so hard on him. I mean, his whole life basically just got turned upside down." I told him before muttering under my breath. "I can kind of relate."
"He just, he doesn't get it. He almost shifted on the lacrosse field today and if that's not enough he was still planning on playing in an actual game Saturday." Derek ranted, causing me to smirk. It reminds me of when he was little and would throw his little tantrums.
"Cut Scott a break Derek, you grew up like this with people, family, to help you with it, he just got thrown in the deep end with no one around to help him." Derek turned to me and raised a single eyebrow, causing me to shrug. "We have a few classes together."
"Does he know tha-"
"-that I don't have a heart beet and survive by drinking blood? No. As far as he knows I'm Aurora Dawn, a normal teenager that's new to school. Now, tell me about the Alpha"
"Not much to tell." Derek told me, returning to his spot leaning against the couch.
"So you don't know who he is?" I questioned, turning to face him slightly.
"No." Derek sighed, rubbing his face with both hands.
"Hey," I called, getting his attention, "I know its not that easy, but try not to stress to much." I turned to him fully, and pointing at my forehead, I add, "You'll get lines." With a smile, earning me one from him in return. I have a feeling Derek doesn't smile to often these days. That would make two of us.
"I'll keep an eye on Scott at school. Try to keep him out of trouble. Him and his little friend."
Derek snorted and gave me a look, "Good luck with that. But thanks."
"No problem. And Derek, don't do anything stupid either, okay?" Derek gave me a nod, and I gave a small one back. I know Derek, so I know he'll most likely do something stupid, it wouldn't be the first time. But I'm making a promise to myself to do what I think is best for Derek, he's family to me, the only family I have left. "It's getting late and it's a school night. I should go. It was really good seeing you again Derek."
"Before you go, I have something you might want." Derek said, stopping me in my tracks. I turned to him and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. He held up a finger before digging in his left pants pocket and slowly pulled something out, holding it up for me to see.
What I saw first brought a frown to my face before it was replaced with a sad smile. Taking a small step forward, I carefully took the silver object from Derek's hand. Looking down at the chain, I follow it with my eyes until resting them on the rose pendant at the end, remembering when I gave it to its previous owner.
"She never took it off." Derek said, drawing my eyes away from the necklace and to his. "She would have wanted you to have it."
Nodding, I look back down at the necklace I gave Laura when she was a little girl, I quickly slip it over my head, letting it join the other silver chain that hangs around my neck. "Thanks."
"It's good to see you, Aunt Bella." He told me as I wrapped my arms around his neck for another hug.
"It's Aurora now." I reminded him when we broke apart.
"Right, Aurora. I'll try to get used to that."
"Goodnight Derek. Don't stay up to late, you need sleep." I told him in a slightly stern voice.
"I'm not a little kid anymore." He told me with a smirk.
"You'll always be that little boy who wanted to stay up past his bed time."
"And you'll always be the cool Aunt who let me."
"Okay," I said, raising my hands, "That was only a few times, not every night." We both smiled at those memories, although they were sad smiles. "Goodnight, Derek."
"'Night Au- Aurora." Giving him a parting smile, I quietly fade into the darkness and into the forest before making my way home.
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