A/N:

Wow it's been a while since I last wrote.
So this story is mainly based on a roleplay I had going on with my friend. I do hope you enjoy what us roleplayers brainstormed, and you can stay tuned with the graphics I post for the story on my tumblr - lucystilinski. Now, without any further due, I hope you enjoy the story.

Also shout out to my lovely beta; LionHeartMisfit

The petite brunette leaned her head against the smooth window, her breathe leaving small clouds all over the glass whenever she exhaled. It was a long road trip from Maine to California, but it was what she and her family needed with the big change they were about to force upon themselves. Then again – they've decided that it was time to go home. Back to Beacon Hills.

Her eyes flickered across the green signs, before quickly flickering away when the light bounced back, almost blinding her. However, she managed to catch a glimpse of the mileage left till they reached the small town. Her wide hazel hues flickered to the rearview mirror, flickering between her parents' stiff figures. She wondered whether they'd stayed awake the whole time they've been in the car. Of course, she was in and out of sleep the whole way, even in between stops.

She sighed, bored, as she pulled her legs up onto the backseat and laid them in front of her, bringing up her backpack from the car's floor to dig through. Since she was moving to the town in the middle of the second half of the first semester, she decided it was good to get a head start on the curriculum. The girl tugged out the large biology text book, then her notebook, before shoving the backpack down onto the car's floor. Her name was scribbled across the first page of the notebook hastily, it was barely comprehensible.

Eva Davis.

She huffed once as she flipped through the text book until she found the page with structure of the skeletal system, and propped up her notebook on the opposite page for support. Eva dug through her pencil case for her pencil, before she found the shade she usually sketched with, and settled into drawing the skeleton on the page before her. The air around her was silent, aside from her and her parent's breathing and the car's motely hum. Eva easily drained it out into background noise as she found herself in a world where it was only her, her notebook, and the lead tip of the pencil moving smoothly over the paper.

However, her hand started shaking in the middle of the sketch and it was all gone to waste. In frustration, Eva tossed the pencil across the backseat and closed her eyes. Eva had only closed her eyes for a minute to think. Only a minute, and when she opened them, she was staring at the starry night.

Eva quickly realized she wasn't in the backseat of the car anymore. She was lying on something, rigid and rough. Ow! Eva scowled as she glanced sideways quickly, her eyes trying to adjust with the darkness to see exactly what she was lying on, but what demanded her attention was where she was. She quickly sat up and glanced around her. It was some sort of grove, surrounded by undergrowth and trees – formed into a perfect circle. It was quiet and peaceful, eerily silent.

Until it wasn't.

It was like hell broke loose all of the sudden. The wind came from nowhere, blowing Eva's hair across her face. It howled loudly, the echoing scream it left in Eva's ears raising goosebumps against her skin. Eva's head whipped sideways when she heard something click and Eva couldn't see anymore. She hoisted her arms above her head to shield her face from the blinding light. When she looked down, she realized was lying on a stump. A freaking large tree stump and she was sitting in the middle of it. Eva gasped, quickly pushing herself up. When she looked up, the light had dimmed – only because three silhouettes had started towards her. Her breath quickened as she stumbled backwards, falling off the stump and onto the soil ground. She pushed herself away, crawling backwards until her back hit something.

"Eva."

The name hummed hypnotically, the sound too familiar, too sickeningly sweet. Eva closed her eyes tightly. "Wake up, wake up…" She whispered, over and over again.

"Eva…Eva…" The voice went on, and she felt something creeping along her arms, no…under her skin, it was under her skin.

"Wake up…Wake up!" Her chants grew more desperate, more terrified. "Wake up!"

"Eva!"

The petite brunette finally opened her eyes, gasping a little as she cringed backwards, her eyes adjusting into the darkness as she stared forward at her mother who was attempting to wake her up. Eva blinked once, confused.

"Honey," Her mother started, her tone gentle, "We're home."

Eva stared at her mother for a long minute before she realized what she'd said, and quickly started packing her notebook and textbook back into her backpack - wincing when she felt a sharp sting run along the length of her arm. And when she looked down at her hand, a splinter of wood was embedded into the pad of her middle finger.

The sun's rays peeked through the curtains shyly and timidly touched Eva's face. The petite girl squinted and turned her head away, twisting her torso she could curl up onto her side and away from the fractious morning call. However, her phone's alarm decided to join in when it started to buzz irritatingly against the nightstand. Eva groaned in complaint as she pushed herself up and reached for her phone, her heavy-lidded eyes flickering downwards to read the slim numbers on the smooth screen of her iphone. In defeat, she set the phone down on the sheetless mattress and pushed herself off the bed reluctantly.

Eva stood momentarily in the middle of the room, which looked much like a warehouse than a room at this very moment. The boxes had arrived a few days prior to their arrival, and gratefully Sheriff Stilinski had taken it upon himself to make sure everything had arrived safely. It was quiet surprising that the man even remembered them at all, or at least remembered her family. Eva could hardly remember anyone in this town, or the places even. Or it could be just her. She frowned at the memory of her deceased aunt, the very reason why they left in the first place.

Eva shook the bitter memory along with the wretched times it brought along out of her head and reached for the duffel she'd thrown against the bathroom's door when she'd gotten in last night and pulled it to the bedside, before she huffed as she let herself drop backwards on her butt to start digging through the bag. Eva didn't want to turn heads. She wanted to smoothly slide into the community of the Beacon Hills High student body – which was why she tried to tone down her weird level when it came to fashion. Her hands searched through the clothes before eventually pulled out a pair of marvel leggings, a white-tee, and a blue cardigan. Eva quickly grabbed clean underwear and bra to change into and hopped into the shower.

She quickly dried her hair, pulled it up into a ponytail, touched up with a little foundation here, some lipstick and mascara there, before she grabbed her backpack and ran down the stairs hastily.

"Slow down." Her mother chastised as Eva hopped on the stool by the kitchen counter. The house was pretty vast – Eva's dad apparently made good money. Glass doors, marble counters, and fancy ash wood floors. They weren't rich, rich like the Whittemores, but they were in good hands. Eva reached the toast to make breakfast, chewing on the inside of her cheek nervously. She was not looking forward to first day of school.

Of course, Eva preferred remaining silent. It was how she 'rolled' so to speak. She was not a talk-your-heart-out type of person. Which is why she despised shrinks, social workers, the whole educational institute that allowed people to decide what others felt because of a piece of paper. Of course, in the back of her head, she knew those people worked hard to get it, and that they almost all the time knew what they were doing – but she just didn't like it.

She told her father she'll ask around till she got to the office, that he didn't need to escort her to get her schedule. Eva held onto the strap of her backpack as she walked down the concrete stairs. As she did, she glimpsed someone moving towards her – only he wasn't looking towards her, he was looking downwards…at…his shadow? Eva stopped walking, watching him with a sense of alarm. He almost bumped into her when Eva quickly stepped back, "Woah, hey." She warned him, lifting both brows when he whirled around to look at her, his mouth slack – though his jaw was slightly uneven.

"Are you okay?" Eva asked, quirking a brow as she cocked her head sideways.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine." He answered quickly as he turned away and hurried off. Eva stared off after him and scoffed once as she continued down the stairs, deciding to ask someone who wasn't a freak where she could find her schedule. Her eyes did flicker backward towards were she saw the boy hurry off, pulling her brows together as she lingered – watching as he seemed to rendez vouz with a couple of other kids. Another boy, but she could only see the back of his shirt and his hair. And two other girls. A red-headed…no, strawberry blonde girl that looked almost her height, and a brunette. Eva shook her head once and quickly turned away.

She walked alongside the principal towards her first class, History, and lingered behind him as he stopped in front of the class to wait for the history teacher to arrive. The man arrived and smiled kindly at her as the principal introduced her. "Welcome to Beacon Hills High, Eva. My name is Mr. Yukimura. Don't worry, I'm new too. I'm sure we'll be fine." Eva smiled up at the kind man as he patted her shoulder then opened the door, allowing her to walk in. Everyone had settled in as the teacher closed the door and turned to the class. "Before I introduce myself, I want to introduce a new student who will be joining us. Everyone, make Eva Davis feel welcome."

The teacher nodded towards her and Eva turned to the class, her eyes immediately setting over the boy she'd ran into this morning – and in front of him sat the other one, or so she guessed was the one whose back of his head she could only sea. Eva quickly sidestepped to pass between another row of desks, heading to the back of the class beside a girl who seemed to be attempting to sink into her seat as well. Eva smiled at her timidly as she settled into the desk beside her, and mimicked the Asian girl's posture.

"Now," Mr. Yukimura started after he set his brief case onto the desk, "Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura, and I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago – I'm sure by now you know my daughter, Kira."

Eva heard the girl beside her whine quietly, and she could only guess that she was Kira. Eva's eyes flickered between the girl and her father, before the man continued, "Or you might not since she didn't mention anyone from school, or brought home a friend for that matter."

Eva pursed her lips and flinched a little when Kira let her head fall limply onto the desk, already feeling bad for the girl. The whole class turned to stare at Kira, but Eva felt conspicuous as well from where she sat, so she sank further into her seat and pretended to stare at her desk.

She glanced sideways to catch the jumpy boy's gaze on her, well – not her, Kira, but once Eva looked up, his gaze immediately met hers. Eva almost immediately turned away tugged out her books from her backpack.

Scott frowned when the girl, Eva, turned away from him quickly. He'd thought he'd freaked her out earlier this morning, but now he was almost sure he did. Stiles leaned back in his seat and Scott could hear him whisper, "Is that the girl you ran into this morning?" He asked, and Scott sighed heavily. "Yeah."

"You're gonna go apologize to her, huh?" Stiles muttered under his breath.

"Yeah." Scott sighed again.

"Why, dude? Just let her be. We don't have to talk to any new girls. Remember the last new girl you talked to? Remember what happened to her?"

"Shut up, man." Scott muttered under his breath as he glanced over his shoulder again. His gaze lingered on Kira, a small smile forming on his lips, before it fell when he saw Eva sunken in her seat, seemingly sketching aimlessly into her textbook.

The bell couldn't have rung soon enough, and Scott hurried after Eva when he saw her almost zoom past everyone else outside of the class room.

"Hey, Eva, right?" He called out as he caught up to her by the entrance, and she turned back to him to peer up through wide eyes, before she nodded once. "Look, I'm sorry, about this morning. I didn't mean to freak you out." He apologized quickly, his shoulders slumping.

Eva sighed once, "It's okay." She shrugged once and pursed her lips. "Apology accepted, I guess." She nodded once and smiled at him briefly.

"Good, um. I'm Scott. Scott McCall." He finally introduced himself, and Eva looked down when he held out his hand, before she reached forward and shook it. The other boy appeared behind Scott and waved briefly, "Stiles." He said quickly, and Eva acknowledged him before she glimpsed Kira leaving the class room. "I gotta go, okay?" She told them, "It's nice meeting you. Both of you. Scott…Stiles?" Eva questioned, the name sounding a bit odd to her, before she waved once and hurried to catch up to the other girl.

"Hey." Eva greeted her with a small smile as she fell into step with her, and Kira glanced sideways at her, her face seeming to light up some.

"Hi." Kira answered, "Seems like you made a couple of friends already." She commented.

"Nah," Eva shrugged it off, "I just bumped into one of them this morning and he was apologizing." Eva explained, before she nudged Kira's side one, "Us new girls gotta stick together anyways, right?" Eva smiled invitingly at the girl, her smile broadening when she reciprocated it with an equally wide one.

"Right." Kira said with a grin before she glanced down at her folder, "I have…French, next." Kira muttered then looked up at Eva who was digging through her backpack for her schedule too. "Me too!" Eva announced jovially. "Come on, I've been around. I know where everything goes." Kira told her as she hurried down the hallway, Eva hurrying after her.

Kira had slowed into a reluctant trudge, and Eva frowned as she stopped when she did. "Did you forget where the class was?" Eva asked as she started going through her backpack for the map.

"No. Look. It's…what did you say their names were?" Kira whispered, and Eva had to stretch onto the tips of her toes to see what Kira was seeing. Eva frowned, "Scott, and Stiles." She answered the girl as she stared from a distance. Scott glanced around nervously, and Eva could swear his eyes glinted red, before Stiles had tucked Scott's head downward and dragged him into an empty class room.

And for a moment, she met Scott's gaze. And his eyes were definitely red.

Eva watched when Kira took a hurried step towards the empty classroom, and quickly grabbed her arm, shaking her head quickly. "It's none of our business." Eva stated, even every cell in her being wanted to barge into the class room and ask what was going on. But she didn't. Kira stared at her for a long minute before she sighed and nodded once, and they both went on their way to French class.

It turned out, History and French were the only classes Eva and Kira shared that day – but they managed to meet up after every class. They'd already exchanged numbers by the time. Eva glanced down at her phone, reading the text that Kira would meet her up in the cafeteria, so the petite brunette decided to stand in line to get her lunch.

When she settled on an empty table, someone quickly sat in front of her and gasped, before she realized it was Stiles, "Jesus.." She breathed out as she pressed her hand over her heart, and looked up at the paler boy again.

"Sorry." He held up his palms quickly, "Sorry." He apologized again then smiled sheepishly at her. "How's your first day so far?" He asked quickly, like he was trying to get to another topic. Eva lived a brow before she smiled briefly, "It's good."

"Good. Good." Stiles mumbled and let his voice trail off. Eva tilted her head and glanced around, "Where's Scott?" She decided to ask, " I saw him earlier and he didn't really look okay."

"Oh, yeah. He…He went home. He wasn't feeling well." Stiles answered again in the same hurried tone. "You said your name was Eva Davis, right?" He asked.

"Yeah," Eva nodded once, lifting one questioning brow. "And you're Stiles…?"

"Stilinski." He finished. Eva sat up straight and tilted her head, "Your dad's the sheriff." She acknowledged.

"So you're the Davis' he was helping move." He concluded as if he'd just solved a mystery, and Eva couldn't help but laugh a little and shake her head, before her eyes flickered down to the table. However, her eyes caught sight of his hand that rest limply onto the table – only it was shaking. Her eyes flickered up to his face and she studied it momentarily, studied the bags under his eyes and the slightly translucent tint to his skin.

"What? Is there something on my face?" Stiles asked hurriedly as he started fidgeting around, before he reached for her spoon to use a mirror.

"No, no." She answered quickly, her observation taking control of the conversation, blurring all lines of conversational manners. "Your hand is shaking." Eva acknowledged.

Stiles glanced down at his hand quickly before he tucked it underneath the table, his face turning into a slight rose tint. Meanwhile Eva found it adorable, she continued, "You're not sleeping well, are you?" She asked.

Stiles eyes flickered up to her face, his chest rising as he seemed to be attempting to try and come up with some lie to tell, before he eventually exhaled, "How'd you figure?"

Eva shrugged once and let go of her fork to lay her hand limply against the table. Without the strain of holding something, her hand too started shaking. She sighed heavily and curled her fingers into a fist, "Insomnia or nightmares?" She asked as she looked up at him.

"Nightmares." He answered, a little uneasy but seemingly interested to actually talk to her.

"Me too." Eva added quickly and lifted a brow, "Nice, seems like we have something more in common than just lack of sleep." Eva chuckled a little and shook her head. It was silent for a moment, Eva thought Stiles would leave, but he didn't.

"Are yours all the time? The nightmares? I mean, if you want to talk about it, no pressure." He said quickly and Eva looked up before she shook her head once, "No…they started before we moved here. Like…Three weeks ago." Eva narrowed her eyes as she did the math, before she nodded again. "Yeah."

When she looked up at Stiles, his face had paled for a minute. Eva frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah." He muttered, shaking his head quickly before he got up when he saw Kira in a distance, "I-uh…I gotta go, okay? But...I'll talk to you later. Somehow. Yeah. I'll see you later." And the boy hurried off, almost as if he wasn't here.

Kira sat down beside Eva, who was staring after Stiles – who had hurried out of the cafeteria.

"What was that all about?" Kira asked as she bit into her apple, and Eva glanced sideways at her, feeling her shoulder slump and her heart sink. "I have no idea." She mumbled and shook her head once as she picked up her fork again.