Very little is known about Tribrids and as my luck would have it, I was born one. One mistake later, I've been given a second chance. I grew up with Derek, Scott, and Stiles. So, my second life was a blessing to me. I've had a crush on Derek since we were kids, albeit I never expected to come to adore Stiles so much. Let's flip a coin, shall we? Will fate send me to Derek or will fate decide I need a little humanity in my life? Set in season 1 and may continue into other seasons. Follows each episode.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC.

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It started as joke. No one believed that a vampire could have a werewolf's pups, vampires were dead right? So that was never going to work; or so they thought. When it came to a hybrid and a witch, things got a little bit different. Once, every thousand years or so, a witch falls in love with a hybrid, giving birth to a rare species called a Tribrid. A tribrid is basically a hybrid with a witch's magic. Normally, a tribrid will be raised by both parents till the age of five. At this age the tribrid is left to fend for itself. It will either survive or die.

I bet you're wondering why you've never heard of a tribrid. Well, I'll tell you. To this date, a tribrid has never survived past the age of sixteen, except for me. Wonder why? You see, at ten, the magic settles, we choose a talisman and a familiar, and the thirst kicks in. At sixteen, the blood cravings kick it in overdrive. I can only assume that they starved themselves to death in order to keep from killing people. Tribrids can only die in the sixteenth year of life as the first kill sets the immortality of the vampire. My mother told me that a tribrid would rather die than harm an innocent, so the others in the past had themselves locked away till death. I guess that's where I differ from the tribrids of the past; I had an innate sense of survival.

My familiar was a white raven, but after a hundred years the witch side of me evolved, and my familiar is now a part of me. What does that mean? It means I have wings that I hide as tattoos on my back. Being 5'5" and a bit of a big girl, I've had a hard time finding a mate. I seem to be getting ahead of myself.

My birth name is Whitney Onyx Ornell and my coven given name is Crimson Willow. I've had many different names over the years and to be honest, I miss my real name. I went through puberty twice due to a healing spell gone wrong. I was developing a spell that would rewind cell generation to make a person look younger but I over shot and it backfired on me. So, my second life was spent growing up with three of my favorite people: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, and Stiles Stilinski. Derek is a year old than I am and I'm about eight years older than Scott and Stiles, give or take. Derek knows I'm a tribrid but Scott and Stiles only know that I'm a witch. I plan to tell them what else I am when the time is right. The Hale family raised me as part of their pack. Laura was like an older sister to me and she helped me explain what I truly was to the family. Everyone but Derek was overjoyed. After what happened with Paige, I don't blame him.

I left Beacon Hills six years ago to go to college; I got an art degree. Two of those years were spent cleansing a coven of dark witches. I kept in touch with Scott and Stiles, but Derek, he and I haven't spoken in ten years. He blamed me for the fire and the death of the family. To a degree, he was right. I couldn't stop it though, not like I didn't try. Scott and Stiles don't know Derek like I do and I'm fine with that, always have been. As of today, I'm moving back home to beautiful Beacon Hills, California. Normal people would drive but, I'm not normal. I disappeared from my old apartment in Tennessee and appeared beside the Welcome sign just outside of Beacon Hills. I picked up my phone and called Stiles.

"Hello beautiful. We were just talking about you."

I rolled my eyes as a blush crept across my cheeks.

"Really now?"

"Really. So, where are you?"

"I'm just outside Beacon Hills."

"Cool, cool. Oh, Scott says hi."

I smiled.

"Hi Scott."

"She says hi. How about you meet us down at the preserve? Scott and I are about to head out there now. If you want, you don't have to."

I shook my head. Did he forget already? I hung up my phone, appearing behind Stiles and Scott.

"How about I just go with you?"

They jumped out of their skins.

"Don't do that!"

"I just had a heart attack."

I giggled.

"Sorry Scott. Sorry Stiles, but you guys had that coming. I'm part a witch remember?"

Scott smiled.

"Yeah, we remember."

Stiles shook his head.

"This is why I have trust issues."

"You love me anyway."

"Touché."

"You boys just gonna stand there all day or are you going to give me a hug?"

They laughed and hugged me one after the other.

"You boys are getting taller every time I see you."

Stiles smiled.

"Stop going away for so long and maybe you might not miss us so much."

I rolled my eyes as Scott hung his arm around my shoulders.

"Welcome home shorty."

I glared at him.

"Weren't you leaving?"

Stiles opened the jeep and we climbed in. I caught them up on what all they had missed with the dark coven which got us to the preserve. I was then caught up on how Scott was bit by a wolf and how awesome he was at lacrosse now. By the time we were crossing the stream, Scott was still baffled by what happened at lacrosse practice.

"I don't know what it was! It was like...I had all the time in the world to catch the ball! And that's not the only weird thing. I hear things I shouldn't be able to hear, I smell things..."

Stiles looked Scott.

"You smell things?"

I smiled.

"Like what?"

Scott thought about it a moment and turned to Stiles.

"Like the mint mojito gum you have in your pocket."

Stiles put his hand in his jacket pocket.

"I don't have any mint mojito…"

Stiles frowned and pulled out a piece of gum from the inside pocket. Stiles looked at me and back at Scott who threw his hands up. I walked off and Stiles smiled, putting the gum back in his pocket. They followed after me so I slowed down to walk beside Scott.

"So, all this started with the bite?"

Scott seemed worried.

"What if it's like an infection? Like…my body is full of adrenalin before a shock or something…"

I smiled and looked at Stiles.

"You know what, I actually think I've heard of it…it's a specific kind of infection."

Scott stopped and looked at us.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah. I think it's called: 'Lycanthropy'."

I glared at Stiles.

"What? What is that? Is that bad?"

"Stiles…"

"Oh, yeah, it's the worst! But only once a month."

Stiles just made it sound like Scott has started his period.

"Once a month?"

"Uh-huh. On the night of the full moon."

Stiles made a soft howling noise and Scott pushed him. I, on the other hand, smacked the back of his head. Stiles chuckled and made a face at me as Scott walked off. We followed him immediately.

"Hey, you're the one that heard a wolf."

"It's not funny, there's seriously something wrong with me!"

"I know! You're a werewolf!"

Scott and I glared at Stiles. I knew he wasn't wrong but I'm not telling him that. Not yet any way.

"Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's because Friday is a full moon."

I rolled my eyes as we stopped again. Scott had started talking to Stiles about something. I wasn't paying attention. I had sensed we weren't alone but the smell…it was too faint for me catch, so I did the next best thing. I appeared down wind of us and went wide eyed. The smell was earthy and warm. Derek. I felt slightly excited that he was back in Beacon Hills as well. What perfect timing. I walked back up to Scott and Stiles as Derek walked away.

"Okay, I have to get to work."

Stiles stopped Scott from leaving.

"Dude. That was Derek Hale. Y-you remember right? He's just a few years older than us."

Scott thought about it for a moment.

"Remember what?"

I sighed sadly and they turned to me.

"His family. They all burned in a fire ten years ago."

They looked in his direction. Scott looked at me and then back at Stiles.

"What's he doing back?"

Stiles looked at me and back at Scott before shrugging.

I bet they think he's here because I am.

"Come on man. Let's get you to work. You coming with us Whit?"

I smiled and shook my head.

"I need to get home. I'll catch you guys later okay?"

Stiles nodded and Scott waved bye. Once they were gone, I headed home. I lived on the property next to the Hale property. I became an Alpha when my father was murdered by his pack, who I killed in revenge, and a coven leader when my mother died. This means that my mother left this land to me in her will and that my eyes are violet in color. I opened the door and closed it behind me as I hung my jacket on the wall by the door. I locked it and walked into the living room. I spent the next few days documenting the coven cleansing I had done in Tennessee. The cleaning and restoration spell I sent around the house had it spotless. Derek came by a few times, but he never came to the door. He did leave me a note on my front porch steps telling me Hunters had moved into town. That means something, right?

I smiled as I got out of bed. Today was Sunday and I had plans on being outside all day long. The only thing I hated about Sunday was that I had to run. Now I jogged every day of the week, late at night, but Sunday meant I had to let the wolf burn off some energy. Mornings were best for this as I have found. I went to open my door once I was ready but something felt wrong. A dark energy was behind my door, an energy I recognized but couldn't place. I had a barrier spell on my house so it's not like anyone could get in without my permission and yet, I felt slightly scared. I bounded for the back door and hauled ass as fast as I could, shifting into my full wolf form as I did so. Something is definitely going on here. Derek didn't bite Scott. So who did? That energy belongs to someone border lining on evil. I slowed down once the energy was gone. I've never really been one for violence but I've never been scared by a dark energy before either. Things really have changed and not necessarily for the better.

I headed down to the river and walked along the bank before going into the cold water. I wonder who and or what was at my door. I climbed out of the river and shook the water off. I shifted back into my human form and used my magic to put my clothes on. After what happened up at the house, I decided to wear a pair of black jeans, a red tank, a maroon leather jacket, and tennis shoes. I needed to be able to run if need be. I slowly made my way from the river back into the woods. I smiled to myself when I felt Derek following me. He was quiet, I give him that, but he wasn't quite quiet enough. I could hear the faint sound of crunching leaves behind me so I stopped in a small clearing. I couldn't hear him now, albeit I could still smell him.

Let's get this over with. I closed my eyes and placed my hands in my jacket pockets. I stood there a few moments before I heard the faint movement. Derek was running at me full force, half shifted. He began to swing his right arm at me and I bent backwards to avoid it. His left swung up towards my back and I quickly bent forward to avoid it. He grabbed my shoulders, piercing my skin with his claws and shoved me to the ground. I clenched my jaw in pain and rolled out of the way when he came at me with both hands again. It was the kick my jaw that I wasn't expecting. This threw me backwards onto my ass where Derek then grabbed my throat and lifted me off the ground. He roared at me before throwing me against a tree. I whined when I felt my body impact against it and groaned when I hit the ground. I was usually a pretty good fighter when I had to be but I haven't had a chance to feed in a few months. I was weaker than usual. I tried to get up but Derek kick me in the stomach, causing me to fall on my side. He used his foot to roll me over onto my back. I could taste the blood from my split lip and I cursed myself for letting my body get this weak. Derek pinned my arms above my head as he straddled me. The free hand gripped at my throat again. I could feel his claws sinking into my skin.

"Look at me."

I bit my lip.

"Look at me!"

I don't know if it was the slight desperation or the anger in his tone that forced my eyes to open. His blue eyes bore ice daggers into mine. His grip tightened on my throat and I began to find it hard to breathe. For the first time in a very long time, I was actually terrified of him. He roared at me again and my eyes shifted from fear. I tried to speak with what little air I was getting.

"I'm…sorry..."

His grip on my throat loosened slightly. I shifted my eyes back to normal.

"Derek, please, calm down."

His glare intensified, yet he let my throat go. I gasped and tried to catch my breath. He shifted back to his human form and continue to glare at me.

"Why should I?"

I looked into his eyes. Were they always such a beautiful shade of green?

"Because you need me."

Derek growled at me.

"Where were you ten years ago when my family was burning to death?"

I looked at the ground as best I could. He'll never forgive me if I tell him…

"Tell me!"

"What good would it do?"

It wasn't like I hadn't wanted to rescue his family. I hadn't wanted Kate to murder so many innocent lives the way she did. You would think that with my age I would be used to seeing people die, accustomed to loosing everyone I loved, and able to shake it off like nothing ever happened. Well, I'm not and I can't. I wear my heart on my sleeve for everyone to see. I told Laura that Kate had found a way to lock me in a spell bound coffin, bury me deep within the ground, and keep my powers at bay for a short amount of time. Laura was the one who found me and rescued me from my prison so she understood the fire was not my fault. She was the only one to understand that and forgive me for it.

"Laura told me what happened."

"Then why are you beating me to a bloody pulp?"

"You know why."

"I don't."

"What are you doing here?"

Unbelievable.

"Didn't know I needed your permission to come home. Your turn. Why are you here?"

"I came here looking for Laura. Funny how I find her dead the day you come to town."

I tried to fight against him, to get out from beneath him, but it was no use. I was not getting up without his permission.

"I didn't do it so get off me."

"Tell me why you're here."

I smashed my forehead against his and instantly regretted doing so.

"That was cute. You done?"

I sighed pretty hard. The thirst was now becoming an issue for me. I'm getting so hungry…

"Yeah…I'm done."

"Tell me why you're here and I'll get off you. It's that simple."

"For the love of the supernatural Derek, what do want me to say?"

"The truth."

"I wanted to come home. Is that not truth enough for you?"

"No."

"Ugh. Fine. I missed being around Stiles and Scott, they're my best friends and I'm tired of being alone all the time."

"That it?"

It dawned upon me what it was he wanted me to say; what it was he wanted to hear. I'm still a part of your pack… The nice thing about being part werewolf is that we could change the intensity of our eye colors to fit our moods. I let my eyes glow softly and he let his eyes mirror mine and the glare on his face softened. I used the pack connection to speak to him.

If it's okay with you, I'd like to come home.

What if it's not?

I rolled my eyes.

I'm not mated Derek. You're territory is safe. Check my neck if you don't believe me.

The corner of his lips twitched slightly. I turned my head to right so my neck was exposed to him. His free hand slid my jacket off my shoulder. He slid my tank top over and ran his hand along my skin. I closed my eyes. His actions were slow and deliberate. I may be an alpha now but I was being submissive for a reason. I am a girl after all and I'm sick of being alone.

Satisfied?

He laid his hand in the crook of my neck and used his thumb to make me look at him again.

Maybe.

I smiled warmly.

I've missed you…

You're not healing yet.

I know.

Derek got up, pulling me with him, our eyes going back to normal as we did so. I dusted myself off when I got to my feet.

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Does that mean you're okay with me coming home?"

"Answer the question."

I sighed.

"It's been a few months. I was going to find a deer to drain later today."

I rubbed my forehead. I was still in pain from earlier.

"You don't drink human blood?"

"That's a bit personal for me. I'd rather keep such an intimate show of trust for my mate."

He put his hands in his jacket pockets and began to walk away.

"Hey Derek?"

He turned to look at me.

"You don't have to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor of your house you know."

"That right?"

"You're more than welcome to stay with me."

"I'll keep that in mind."

We parted ways and I smiled to myself. It's so good to be home.

Dearest Derek, I do hope you know that little beat down is not going to go unpunished. Love, Onyx.

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