'Welcome to Beacon Hills.' Lori drove past the sign, entering the god-forbidden town. Her heart clenched, knowing that this is where her road-trip ended. It was as far away as it could get from her home and she was certain nobody would find her here. Lori wondered if anyone was still looking for her or if they had given up. The later, most likely. Her father didn't care about her all that much in the first place and her friends would eventually get over her disappearance. And as much as she didn't want to leave everything behind, it had to be done. Two years had passed since she was turned. Lori was seventeen when she became a vampire and for the past two years nobody had noticed that her appearance hadn't changed. That meant that she could've stayed. But there was no point in postponing it. The sooner, the better, or at least that's what the girl told herself. Strangely enough, Lori didn't miss her home as much as she thought she would. Maybe because she knew that she was going to live forever while everyone around her died. So what's the point in getting attached to anything or anyone? From now on she would go to random places, try to blend in and after a while leave before anyone got suspicious about the fact that she isn't aging one bit. 'What a fun eternity.' The girl thought bitterly.

Lori pulled over the two story house and checked the address to make sure it was the right one. She got out of the car and walked towards the front door of the house. An elder woman opened the door after Lori knocked a few times. "Hello." The woman chippered and Lori felt almost bad for what she was about to do to the poor lady. Almost. "Are you here for the house?"

"Yes."

"You seem a bit young to be buying a house?" The woman laughed.

Lori gave her a small smile. "Yeah, I get that a lot." The smile fell from her face as her pupils dilated. "Invite me in."

The old lady fell in a trance state and moved backwards. "Come in."

Lori walked inside the house and looked at the woman's eyes again. "You will leave somewhere far away, but you will not change the ownership of the house. As far as anyone is concerned you sold it to a man and his daughter. You will forget this conversation happened, got it?" The woman nodded, a blank look still plastered on her face. She walked upstairs and after some time came back down, suitcases in both hands. She walked out of the house, put her suitcases in her car, got in and drove away.

Lori smirked and gave herself a mental pat on the shoulder. The girl turned and looked around the house. She was definitely going to have to redecorate.

Lydia Martin knew a good outfit when she saw it. So when her eyes landed on the girl walkind down the sidewalk with ombre hair, cute white shirt and black shorts, blazer and suede Mary Jane pumps on her way to Scott and Stiles, Lydia Martin abruptly stopped the Beatle next to her. She rolled her window down. "You are my new best friend!" Lydia exclaimed. "The black is a little too much for my taste, but I approve nevertheless. And I'm so borrowing these shoes." Lydia rarely complimented anyone on their fashion choices, or anything for that matter, so when she did, people usually stared in utter shock. That was not the case with mystery girl. She simply smirked and lifted her brow.

"Tell me where you got that lipstick and you can keep the shoes." On the inside, Lydia squealed like a little girl. Mystery girl was definitely her second favorite person, behind Allison.

"Get in, I'm not risking you ruining them on that crappy sidewalk." The girl moved to the other side of the car and got in the passenger seat. "Lydia Martin."

"Lori Adams." After that the conversation just flooded. Lori had confidence and she didn't take offence in any of Lydia's non-filtered remarks. She seemed open enough and freely answered questions that most people would be embarrassed to. The girls were already making plans for the rest of the summer and Lydia wholeheartedly swore to enroll Lori in the highest social circle. Time flew past them and soon enough they reached the lacrosse field. The girls made their way to Scott and Stiles.

"Lydia, what, uh, what are you doing here?" Stiles scratched the back of his head as he stumbled over his words.

"I was bored and I decided to grace you two losers with my presence. Scott told me you would be here. Scott, Stiles, meet Lori, she just moved here." The girl smirked and waved her hand. Scott was a werewolf, she knew that the moment she stepped on the field. Lori wondered how long it would take him to figure out that her heart was not beating. By the look on his face, he just did. The boy however didn't say anything, just pulled Stiles and continued his practice. Lydia and Lori sat on the bleachers. The entire practice Scott kept on looking in Lori's direction, trying to figure out what she was and why her heart was not beating, but to no avail. She didn't smell like a werewolf to him, or like anything else that he had encountered.

When their practice ended, Lydia tugged Lori towards the car, but Scott stopped them. "Hey, Lydia, why don't Stiles and I give Lori a ride home. That way well get to know each other better." Lydia waited for Lori's approval and when she got it, bid her goodbyes and left.

Lori smirked. "That was clever, Scott." Stiles gave her a confused look while Scott took a step forward.

"What are you?" He barked.

"Vampire. No need to be hostile, I'm not here to suck you dry, I had no idea werewolves were running around this town."

"Vampire? Yeah, right." Scott mocked. "Prove it."

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine." Lori winked. She knew that werewolves only turned on full moons and that it was a very unpleasant experience, to put it lightly, so when Scott's eyes glowed, fangs popped out and hair started sticking out on the sides of his face, she was beyond shocked. "Oh my God! I've only heard about your kind, can't believe I'm actually seeing one."

"What do you mean?"

"There are two kinds of werewolves. The other kind, the one I've seen, they turn into actual wolves, but only on full moons and after going to incredible pain." She explained to him as if he was a little child. Lori sighed. "Look, I'm not here to cause trouble. The only reason I moved was because someone was eventually going to notice that I'm not aging."

"How old are you anyway?" Stiles asked.

"Nineteen. But I was turned when I was seventeen."

"So, how does this vampire thing work?"

"Well basically if you die with vampire blood in your system you turn into one. You burn under the sun, unless you have a ring like this." Lori lifted her right hand and showed them the ring containing Lapis Lazuli. "We feed on blood, obviously, but I don't kill. There is a herb called vervain, it's like the vampire wolfs bane. We are much faster, when a vampire runs all you see is a blur, and stronger than werewolves. And we can be killed with a wooden stake to the heart. The other kind of werewolves I told you about, their bite can also kill vampires. Yours just brings excruciating pain for 24 hours, but it doesn't kill. That's the basic stuff." Scott and Stiles had looks of pure bewilderment as they tried to process the new information. After some time, the werewolf extended his hand towards Lori. The girl was both confused and surprised.

"You just told us about three ways to kill you." He began explaining. "You wouldn't have done that if you were an enemy." Lori looked over to Stiles and he nodded, agreeing with Scott. The girl smiled and shook Scott's hand. "Welcome to Beacon Hills."