Author's note: This takes place after the Lunar Ellipse of season three, episode twelve. Everything is the same of it was was, just with my own character added.

This story belongs to me, the characters don't, only Melanie Pollastri and her family. The rest belongs to Jeff Davis and MTV.

Seeing The Other Side:

The Big Bang
by Steven Moffat

We're all stories in the end.

Just make it a good one, eh?

-Monday Night-

Finishing her homework, she stood away from her bed as she heard her mother calling her name. Hurrying to her door, she yanked it open, making her way to the staircase where her mother was at the front door, it opened as Issac stood there.
"Melanie, this boy says he knows you." Her mother calmly said as she watched her daughter head down the steps, hurrying towards them.
"'This boy' has a name, and it's Issac, mom. He has a major test tomorrow and I promised I'd help him." Taking his hand, she couldn't think of what she was doing, only realizing they were halfway to her room, her still holding his hand.
"Your mother's nice." Issac complimented, looking as one of the doors down the hall opened, revealing Melanie's older brother, Malcolm.
"Mels, this your boyfriend?" Hearing her heartbeat sped up, her nearly choking, she heard her rebel against the word, 'boyfriend.'
"He's my friend, Malcolm." Hoping her other older brother, older sister, and younger sister hadn't heard what Malcolm had said, she began to pull Issac into her room.
Slamming the door shut, she leaned against it, heartbeat pounding as she let go of his hand, him dumping his bag on her bed where her own mess of homework was.
"Sorry for that, Issac. He can be a total idiot like that. Anyway," Moving towards her bed, she began to clear her homework, shoving it into her bag, and dropping it to the floor before sitting on her bed. "We better start studying, right?"
"R-r-right." Issac stuttered, usually never doing that ever since he became a werewolf.
He's lost a lot of things when he became a werewolf.
And gain a lot of things.
"What's the major test on?" Melanie kept using that word, 'major' as if it was the name of the test.
And it wasn't.
"It's on," Thinking of his classes, he blurted out the first one that came to mind, it being English. "English and it's sixty questions."
"We have a lot to study for, don't we?" Watching Issac pick up his bag, he sat at the farthest end of the bed as if she would bite him.
"Here we go." Pulling out his English binder, his bag was dropped to the floor, him flipping through his binder, stopping at the notes.
"Alright." Taking his binder, she began to ask questions based on the notes, him getting almost every single question correct.
He knew his English.

-Later On Monday Night-

"Being worried shouldn't be on your agenda. You seem like an expert at English, Issac." Watching as he shoved his English binder into his bag, she got off her bed.
"I thought I would have more problems." Issac honestly said, not understanding how he could have knew all that while maintaining his position of him being a werewolf.
"Obviously not." Clutching her dress, she let go once she realized that he was leaving.
Why did she want him to stay?
"See you at school tomorrow?" Raising an eyebrow, Issac stood where he was, picking up his bag.
"Goodbye, Issac." Opening the door, she led him downstairs where she, once more, opened the door, only turning around for him to crush his lips into her's, on purpose.
Bringing her hand up to his face, she began to kiss back, not seeing her parents watching her from the living room. Pulling from the kiss, they both blushed, him moving to leave as she let him.
Melanie and Issac.
Mssac.
No.
Ielanie.
No.
Melsac.
No.
Isslanie.
No.
Melac.
And we have a winner.

-Tuesday Morning-

Shower.
Clothes.
Make up.
Bag.
iPhone.
iPod.
Keys.
Helmet.
Motorcycle.
Leave for school.
Reach school.
Everything had led up to reaching school, her being dressed in a pair of dark blue skinny jeans accompanied with black combat boots, a black shirt that showed a little too much cleavage, and a black leather jacket. She had left her hair down, slighting curled at the bottom as she had done it that way.
Clothes and hair?
She had them down.
Next on her list was to find Issac.
And she would, but he found her first.
"You look beautiful today." Issac told her, kissing her cheek as she slightly blushed.
"So, we're kissing cheeks now?" Melanie questioned, watching as Issac gave a confused look before a panicked look.
"Do you want to?" Issac panicked, thinking that she might of thought it was too soon or too much.
It wasn't.
"No. I thought we'd be on kissing lips," Peaking a kiss on his lips, she heard the bell ring, her already putting her unneeded items in her locker. "And that's the bell."
"I'll find you in lunch, alright?' Giving her a peak on the lips, they splitted apart, his friends meeting him halfway down the hall where they talked about Melanie and Issac.

-At Lunch On Monday-

"Melac for a shipping name?" Believe her, she had read enough fanfiction to find quality in shipping names, and she was certain he'd like it.
"Yeah. Melac for a shipping name," Taking another bite of her green apple, she suddenly realized what the problem was. "You don't want to have us called Malec, do you?"
"I do, Melanie. It's just I never thought we'd move this fast to shipping names." Issac had skipped his lunch, not feeling hungry.
"Says the boy who thought kissing cheeks happened on the second day after a kiss on the lips yesterday night." Melanie told him as she skipped the bite of her green apple.
"Says the girl who thought kissing lips instead of kissing cheeks happened on the second day after a kiss on the lips yesterday night." Issac had no clue what he said, but hearing her laugh had made his day.
"We are just fast, moving people," Melanie managed to say through her laughing, chewing on her green apple as Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, and three other boys, two of them being twins, walked over to the table where they were sitting. "And now our pet names are called to an end."
Sitting across from Issac, Stiles and Scott sat next to Issac, Lydia, Allison, and the three other boys sitting next to Melanie.
"Melanie, this is Ethan, Aiden, and Danny." Lydia introduced, her actually caring to share names for the first time.
Maybe it was because Melanie knew fashion.
And she was rich.
"'Ello." Melanie said with her English accent, and some would call it British accent, but it was the same accent, cutting off the 'H.'
"So, you're British?" British, English, what's the difference?
"Born British, raised British, brought over British. This doesn't affect anything, does it?" Staring over at Danny, he simply shrugged.
"Any person is welcomed." Danny honestly replied, her noticing that he was holding hands with Ethan.
"Any person, huh?" Motioning towards them holding hands, everyone left a laugh at the table.
"Let me guess, Danny and Ethan- couple, Lydia and Aiden- couple, Allison, Stiles, and Scott- Allison and Scott being exes and Stiles just being Robin?" Everyone stared wide eyed at her as she had labeled each couple, and or person.
"How do you know about me being Robin?" Stiles questioned, amazed as he had once clarified of Scott being Batman and him being Robin once before, and before that time, and the rest of those times.
"And us dating in the pass?" Scott questioned, just as confused as Allison as truth be told they used to date.
No secret there.
"I can read minds." Melanie said in a dead on glare at them all, connecting each of their eyes with her's.
Even Issac was amazed.
"Really?" Standing from his seat, Scott pulled him back down as Melanie laughed, her heartbeat speeding to indicate she was lying.
"Hate to put a damper on things, Stiles, but I can't read minds. And I'm pretty sure that Allison and Scott wouldn't being thinking, 'Oh, God, I am sitting next to my ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend.' Truth be told, I can feel this awkwardness between Allison and Scott, and Stiles, you placed yourself as Robin this morning," Melanie honestly said, chewing on her green apple once again. "Let me ask you all a question; do any of you believe in werewolves?"
Choking on their food, Melanie sighed, deciding she should explain. "Alright, story time. When I was a little girl, my uncle would tell me stories of werewolves, and then he told me that my destiny was to become a hunter and to kill the remaining werewolves of the alpha pack. He told me that, when I was older, probably around my teens, I would be dead on with archery and would be able to kill any werewolf that crossed my path around me being eighteen. The only thing he was correct about was the archery, and Issac should be able to tell you the story of me occupying the same space of the bulls-eye with two arrows."
"That sounds a little fairy tale." Scott said, him being as shocked and scared as the rest, hoping she'd buy what he was saying.
"It sounds like it is, but it got me wondering; do werewolves exist, and if so, why would I hurt a beautiful creature? It's not like they roam the streets, killing any person in sight, right?" Melanie asked, putting her green apple down on the table.
"Melanie, you must have not read enough fairy tales as a kid." Stiles said, knowing almost every book he's read included them killing everyone in sight.
Which wasn't completely true, but was pretty damn close.
"It's not like I'm going to hunt werewolves. they don't even exist, like I said," Hearing the bell, she groaned as she sat up, taking her apple as she said. "That damn bell is getting on my nerves."
Leaving, the table stared at each other, frightened.

-Tuesday Afternoon-

Back in England, when it was around the warm seasons, she'd take her weekly exercise routine, doing an afternoon run, and what better time to do it then when it was four in the afternoon? Pulling on a pair of short-shorts with a black tank top, she reminded herself to wrap her hair into a messy bun before taking her iPod along with her.
Reaching the woods, her curiosity had gotten the best of her once again, her roaming around like a child in a candy store. With her iPod playing The Memory by Mayday Parade, she was nearly dodging trees as she continued to run. Her heartbeat had sped up due to her running, her listening to each lyric of the song, blinking her eyes to come across a almost burnt down house.
Once again, another adventure of the curious Melanie.
Stepping inside, her eyes glanced from room to room, about to head upstairs when she heard footsteps from outside, stopping to listen.
"Someone's inside that house. Now, it's not Derek, so who is it?" The voice sounded like Issac, her slowly walking towards the door, creaking it open.
"Wait," Holding up his finger, he listened to the door, their eyes flying towards it to see no person or shadow being there. "There is definitely someone inside."
Keeping her eyes on them, she suddenly saw their faces change into horrifying monsters, her looking towards Issac who had bright yellow eyes, and a wolfish face.
"Oh, God," Shutting the door, she held her breath as she whispered, "They're real."
Taking a quick breath, she quietly made her way across the house, finding a door leading to the other end of the house, her hearing footsteps coming inside once the door opened. Landing on the leaves, she hadn't cared if they heard her or not.
She was going to run.

-Tuesday Night-

Sitting in her bed in her white nightgown that flowed to her ankles, her hair in it's messy bun, she raced to look back at her memories.
Issac.
Scott.
Aiden.
Ethan.
All werewolves.
They were real, and she revealed her destiny.
If werewolves were real, then hunters were real.
And she was one of them.
And that means she'd kill Issac, Scott, Aiden, and Ethan.
God knows how many more werewolves there are.
There is a hell of a lot more than just four.
And she was to kill them all.
Slipping her legs into her bed, she pulled the blanket over, the memory of her boyfriend being a werewolf hitting her like a million bricks.
Did she just say boyfriend?
That doesn't matter right now.
She falls in love, actual love, and he turns out to be a werewolf that she's supposed to kill.
Typical.

-Wednesday Morning-

"Mom," Leaning over the banister of the stairs, she caught her mom with her younger sister, Michelle, just heading out the door. "Can you call me in to be sick?"
"Are you alright?" Her mother questioned with curiosity of her daughter being caught with the flu.
"I must have caught something when I went out yesterday. I'm sure it'll be over by tomorrow." Watching her mother nod, she went back to her room, listening as all her siblings had left the house.
Wearing a pair of Yankees sweatpants along with a white tank top saying, "Black Veil Brides," across it, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, heading downstairs.
When she had reached the kitchen, she weighed the knives, finding a thin and light one before she turned, closing one eye as she leveled the picture of her in fifth grade with her eye. Pulling back her arm, she threw it towards her picture, hitting dead center in her eye.
It was true.
She had practiced all day, even trying to not hit her target, but every single knife had dug into her target.
It was true.
It was true.
What she was told was true.
And she'd be a slayer like Buffy in Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
She'd slay all the werewolves.
Melanie The Werewolf Hunter.

-Wednesday Afternoon-

Everything had passed fairly quickly, her about to practice her aiming skills with her bow and arrows, but the doorbell ringing had caught her attention.
Opening it, she found Issac standing there.
"I know what you are." The first words of the conversation had started.
And Melanie was pretty sure she had ended it.
"What are you talking about?" Issac questioned, him going from happy boyfriend to serious boyfriend.
"Yesterday, at that burnt house, you all changed. Scott, Aiden, Ethan, and you. It's true, isn't it? I'm going to have to kill all of you?" Melanie, of course, didn't want to have to be the masked murderer of her boyfriend.
Who would?
"You must have been dreaming." Issac was now doing anything he could to toy with her mind.
"My boyfriend is a werewolf." Leaving him at the door, she continued in her house.
"Wait," Issac shouted, shutting the door as he hurried after her. "Boyfriend?"
"Issac, it's not the time to do this. Right now you have to keep this secret. Don't tell anyone until I'm ready. I don't want to walk up and die because one of them doesn't trust me. Can you keep a secret, Issac?" Melanie had no clue why she told him.
It just came out.
"I can certainly try, and if you didn't trust me, why'd you tell me?" Stopping Melanie, she turned around to look at Issac.
"Issac, I trust you. I trust you with my life. I can't trust them. At least not yet. I'm willing to try. Just-" Walking forward, she placed her hands on his cheeks, sucking him into a kiss.
Pulling back, she whispered as she put her forehead against his, "Trust me?"
"Yeah," He sounded breathless, him whispering, "Of course."
"Thank you, Issac." Wrapping her arms around him, he did the same.
"Anything for you, Melanie." Issac whispered in her ear as he felt her bury her head into his shoulder.

-Wednesday Night-

Running. She couldn't stop running. Pain. It was with her the whole day. Skidding to a stop, her knees fell into the leaves, her falling against the bottom of a tree as she screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed.
Why the hell did it hurt so much?
She'd never cry and scream.
Not in the way she was at the moment.
Or for the reason that she was.
Rubbing her hands over her eyes, she leaned her head against the tree, sniffling as she finished her tantrum of her being a seventeen year old girl.
She was afraid.
Lonely and afraid.
Nobody knew how she felt.
She guaranteed it.
Standing, her Yankees sweatpants were covered in mud, it fairly going away.
Why did she love Issac Lahey so?

-Thursday Morning-

"How did we get here? When I think I know you so well? Yeah. How did we get here? When I think I know?" Singing with the tune of Decode by Paramore, she softly sighed, stopping the song as she shut off her iPod, getting out of her bed.
"Do you see what we've done? We're gonna make such fools of ourselves. Do you see what we've done. We're gonna make such fools of ourselves." Singing the next line of what would be with Hayley Williams, the lead singer of Paramore, she made her way to her bathroom, wanting to take a shower and get the day over with.
The shower seemed to pass quickly, like Wednesday had.
Sitting down at her table, she used her make up to cover the smudges of mascara, applying heavier make up upon the smudges.
It would be a long day.
Dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, black combat boots, black shirt, black leather jacket, and hair let down, surrounding her face, she swung her bag over her shoulder, making sure to get her motorcycle gear prepared as she headed out.
Never had she hated her life the way she had that moment.
Heading out to her motorcycle, keys in hand, gloves in back, helmet on motorcycle, she watched a light blue jeep pull up, showing her friends inside.
The door opened, letting out Issac who hurried over to Melanie.
"Do you need a ride to school?" Motioning towards the motorcycle with her head, Issac's mouth formed in the shape of 'O' as he looked back.
"How else do I get to school everyday, Issac Lahey?" Melanie questioned, passing her motorcycle as she headed to the light blue jeep.
"What are you doing?" Issac questioned her, watching her about to slid into the jeep.
Turning her head back, hair falling to her side, she said, "That doesn't mean you can't take me to school. Are you coming?"
"Yeah." Issac sounded breathless as he hurried back over to the light blue jeep, sliding in next to Melanie.
"Issac," Weaving her hand into his, she smiled as she whispered, "Thank you," before leaning her head on his shoulder, hearing his heartbeat.

-At School On Thursday-

Holding his hand as she stepped out of the light blue jeep, she held tightly onto his hand, almost squeezing it as she leaned her head against his shoulder, getting stares.
It was the first time they practically announced them as a couple to the world.
Well, to Beacon Hills High School.
"You're okay, right?" Issac whispered as they made it through the wondering glares.
"My boyfriend and friends are werewolves. Usually you are supposed to be freaking out, but I trust that you aren't the 'urge to kill' type." And she was telling the truth.
No spike in her heartbeat.
No speeding up.
Just flat.
The same beat.
"I used to be that type. We all have, when we were bit. Now we can control it." Issac told her as they turned a corner, her still leaning her head on his shoulder with their hands wrapped together.
"How?" Melanie whispered, blinking as he heaved in a breath before letting it go.
"Derek Hale. He's another werewolf, except from birth. He was a beta, then an alpha, and now he is a beta." Issac admitted, hearing her heartbeat askew, going crazy.
"Another werewolf? Issac, I don't want to kill anyone. I don't want to kill you." Her grip tightened, her squeezing a hell of a lot more as Issac sucked in the pain.
"I know you don't, and you don't have to. I won't let you." Issac kissed her cheek before turning back, stopping as she followed orders.
"Issac Lahey, how would I maintain my sanity without you?' Leaning up, she kissed him on the lips, falling back down as she began to walk away, their fingertips leaving one another before turning opposite ways.
"I love you." Was heard from down the hall, Issac catching the words as he smiled, heading to his first class without Melanie.