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Blinking, Ellie shook her head as someone snapped their fingers in front her face. She glanced at Stiles who was staring at her, arms crossed.

"So, are we hearing exactly why you were in the vault?" The young teenager sighed before nodding.

The explanation took a lot of time but it got told. She had told them she was just a jogger who saw the bank, entered and saw the werewolves therefore got stuck in the vault. Fortunately for her, she could lie really well, as in no-quickening-heartbeat-lie well. Well actually, being the Mistress of Death had slowed her heartbeat, so now it didn't even quicken for anything. It stayed stable at all times. Probably had something to do with the fact she was part death. Even though the story was a bunch of bull-shit, they believed it.

She climbed off the table, smiling at them, "So, can I go now?

With a groan, Ellie leaned her head against the window. Why did I join the cross-country team? It's so boring. Oh right… so my life in Beacon Hills wouldn't be so boring.

She looked outside. Nothing interesting passed the bus, only other cars and nature.w She glanced around in the bus. Some seats in front of her sat Boyd and Isaac. They are Beta werewolves… right? And opposite of them sat Ethan and someone else. And Ethan is one of the Twins… Yay. She looked back at Stiles and Scott who were sitting a bit behind her. The werewolf looked crap while the human was reading something out of a tablet or something. Stiles noticed her looking and waved at her with a smile. Sending a smile back, she waved.

When he went back to talking with Scott, Ellie grabbed her phone and earphones from her bag to at least spend these blasted hours in musical silence. She sighed in relief as she pressed 'play'. I'm in paradise. I can hear nothing… except the music... and my thoughts. Yep, those are pretty loud. An amused smile appeared on her face at her thoughts. Would you look at that? I'm amused by my own thoughts. I'm going crazy. Ellie chuckled, and looked out the window. Her eyes widened. Nothing passed the bus with exception of a few cars. The bus wasn't moving.

Her head snapped towards the front of the bus. There was a long line of cars and buses stretched as far as she could see. We're stuck here. Great. She groaned and hit her head continuously on the back of her seat. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Her attention was ripped away from the huge line of cars when Scott slowly passed her, wincing. She quickly ripped the earphones out of her ears and muttered, knowing he would hear her.

"Scott," He glanced at her for a split second, "What are you doing?" The young woman's eyes widened when she noticed the winces and the blood which was seeping through the white shirt. "You're hurt. Scott, stop. Stop!" The boy didn't listen. Ellie watched as he reached Boyd… whose claws were out. Her eyes widened. They can't do this on a bus… where other people are. Scott put his hand over the claws, trying to hide them. The werewolf didn't act… nicely to it. He growled at him, his teeth showing.

"Let. Go."

"You have a plan," Boyd glanced at Ethan who was calmly talking to the boy next to him, "Tell me your brilliant plan and I'll let go." He looked back at Scott who was still looking at him, "What are you going to do? Kill him, right here? And then what… what are you going to do after that?" The two werewolves stared at each other, neither willing to look away. Seeing as Boyd still hadn't calmed down, Ellie climbed over two seats with a humourless smile.

"Yeah. Dude, why the hell are you trying to kill the first letter in the Greek alphabet in here?" He barely spared her a glance.

"I don't care." He tried to lash out, growling but Scott managed to hold him still. He looked at Coach who wasn't paying any attention to the loud growls. Isaac glanced between the two werewolves and Ethan.

"I do." Scott's reply slowly calmed down Boyd and the former removed his hands from holding still the Beta. Isaac's eyes widened as he noticed the blood on Scott's shirt.

"Whoa. Are you still hurting?" This turned Boyd's attention back to the Beta who breathed out, "I'm fine."

"Give me a chance to figure something out. Something that doesn't have to end with someone else dying." Boyd glanced at the Alpha again and Scott's blood-seeped shirt before nodding.

"Okay." Breathing out in pain, the Beta werewolf turned around and started to make his way to his seat. Ellie again noticing his pain, made a comment.

"Are you sure you're okay? 'Cause I can see the winces and the blood. Have you forgotten that?" The werewolf breathed through his nose again deeply, "Yes, I'm sure." She raised her hands, showing she was only trying to help, "Okay. Okay. But don't come whining to me when you need help to clean that," she waved at the wound which now was covered by the jacket, "out."

Scott only shook his head which the young woman took as a 'no' and a warning to sit down before anyone noticed her practically shouting at another. She sighed and climbed back to her seat, putting in the earphones again.

She hummed along, and looked outside where only deserts, wilted and withered shrubs, trees et cetera and far away mountains could be seen. She tried to find patterns, weird things in the deserts, strange clouds for a couple of minutes… but there weren't any patterns, weird or strange things. Groaning, she looked inside the bus. Stiles and Scott were talking… always. There was a bunch of people she didn't know, Ethan, Boyd… and Isaac.

Grinning, she climbed over the seats to the ones behind them. She put her arms on the head rests and her chin on her hands.

"Hey, Isaac?" The boy looked at her with a confused look. Ellie grinned at him. He's such a cute puppy.

"You probably don't remember me but wanna play 'I Spy'?" He shrugged, not caring.

"Okay, I start." The young woman looked outside, Isaac following her movements. She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to think of something hard for him to guess.

"I spy with my little eye something yellow-ish, brown-ish, green-ish." He sighed.

"A bush."

She grinned. Damn it. Have to think of something harder next time, "Correct! Okay, your turn." He turned to her with raised eyebrows. Sighing, she answered his silent question, "Yes, you have to do this. You're bored too, so win-win for both of us."

The werewolf sighed, "Okay, I spy something blue."

"The sky!"

"Correct."

"Okay, I spy someth-" She coughed as a horrid smell filled the bus. Many more coughs and moans could be heard as well. The bus suddenly stopped, and her head snapped forwards sharply. She looked around, confused. Where have we stopped?

…They had stopped at someplace really crap. There were men and women bathrooms but that was basically it. Ellie shrugged as Boyd, Isaac and rest of the students basically ran out of the bus, coughing. Coach screamed with his head of the window, "Jared, you suck! Hey, could someone bring some towels, a mop… or a new bus," Before he too walked out of the bus, leaving her the only person the bus. Mah. It doesn't bother me that much.

Shrugging, she grabbed her bag from under the seat. It seemed to be weightless with nothing in it but it was a charmed bag. Biting her lip to find the correct items, she put her entire arm in it to find some food.

"Aha!" The young woman grinned as she took hold of a pack and a bottle, pulling them out of her purse. She laid the pack of chips and a bottle of 'Coca-Cola' on the seat next to her. No one had wanted sit with her, considering she was the 'Loner of the New Girl' but it was quite a blessing. This way no one would see the magic and ask questions.

Ellie quickly put the bag back under her seat and opened the pack of chips. Putting a handful in her mouth, she moaned with the food still in her mouth, "These are so good."

"I can see that." She looked upwards when she heard another voice in the bus. Why would someone else be in here? It was Ethan. Yay. She put the pack down next to her on the seat, and took the bottle, quickly gulping down the cold soft drink.

Glimpsing at the Alpha, he was still just standing there awkwardly, narrowing his eyes at her. She rolled her eyes. Of course, he would do that.

Ellie sighed, looking at the empty seat. Rolling her eyes again, she took the pack and put it in her lap, "Oh fine. Sit down and start looking like a normal teenager." The twin reacted like he would. He rolled his eyes, but sat down.

Putting the bottle under the seat, she took a bunch of chips and stuffed them in her mouth, "What do you want?" Ethan looked around and lowered his head before muttering.

"How did you get out of the vault? We mended the hole caused by Derek and closed the vault." She smirked. The clever Alpha pack can't even figure this out. Wanting to tangle him on the rope, she shrugged.

He tilted his head at her with raised eyebrows, silently saying 'Really? Do you really want to do this?' Sighing, she patted his shoulder.

"It's okay. I get it. You want to seem like a tough man. Mhm. Well, guess what?" She leaned closer, whispering in his ear.

"I'm a girl." Ellie backed, and crammed another handful of chips in her mouth, smirking. Ethan scowled at her.

"Okay fine. Those 'losers' out there," She pointed outside for him to see Scott, Allison, Stiles and Lydia going into the bathrooms," as you call them, saved me. Well actually, two of them." When Ethan didn't react, her eyes widened and she swung her arms wide, "Scott and Stiles." He seemed to agree as he didn't nod, say ' yeah' or react. I'm so funny… and sarcastic… and fun.

Grinning, she gestured at the bus' door and pushed him a bit, "Okay, now get out. You'll get me infected with your 'Only Alphas' jazz." He rolled his eyes and got off his seat. Before he exited the bus, he turned around and smirked.

Ellie stared at him, confused. What did that mean? She shrugged, not wanting to deal with any supernatural… stuff. Mah, could've been something not important, maybe a warning.

It was both. The smirk was something not so important and a warning as the young woman found out.

After a few minutes alone again on the bus, she started to hear sounds close to 'FIGHT, FIGHT!' or someone punching someone else over her music. Ellie quickly climbed off her seat, and ran out of the bus. A large circle of people were around a tree, some yelling "FIGHT!", others "STOP!". Both shouts were pretty loud.

Ellie's eyes widened, and she quickly tried to go through the bundle of people, all staring at one thing. Reaching to the front row of the 'show', she found out what it was… Isaac beating the hell out of Ethan. Her hand flew to her mouth. This is why he had smirked.

Quickly snapping out of her shock, she stepped forward and put a hand on Isaac's shoulder, "Isaac, stop. What are you doing?" She looked at the bloodied Alpha, "This is what they want." Isaac didn't spare her a glimpse, only turning his head simply to punch her in the face.

An 'OH' echoed through the group as she stumbled backwards. Okay, maybe it isn't broken. It was just a simple crack. Ellie gently touched her nose, and winced feeling the tremendous pain. Okay, maybe it is broken. But there's always the possibility it isn't. The hand flew off her nose though, as a hand landed on her shoulder. Barely glancing at them, she hit the person. They moaned. The students again gasped with shock.

A second went by before she realised what she had done. Her eyes widened, and she turned to look at them. It was Stiles, holding his nose as she was.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

He raised his head, still holding his nose, "Do we always have to meet this way?" She chuckled, dismissing the small trickle of blood flowing down her face. Ellie shook her head, hair falling to her back with an exaggerating smile.

"Of course we do. It would be no fun if we wouldn't." The teenager chuckled, shaking his head. He titled his head when the chuckles silenced, "Hey, do you know anyone who can help me with this?" He gestured at his nose, still holding it. Ellie noticed a trickle of blood.

"Yeah, me." She pointed at herself. Stiles raised an eyebrow, "You?" She narrowed her eyes at him, "Yeah, me. I was an intern for a hospital in England for two years. Anyway I should have some napkins and some antiseptic spray in my bag. I can help you if you help me." He shrugged, "Why not?"

The girl nodded, "Okay, I'll go grab them." Still holding her nose, she walked into the bus and noticed a girl with dark hair sitting near her, "Hey, you." The girl raised her head, and pointed to herself. "Yeah, you. Could you grab a bag from the seat in front of you? I have some napkins there." She shrugged, and climbed over the seat. Grabbing the bag, she handed it to the bleeding girl.

"And by the way, I'm Allison, "She smiled at Ellie. The latter took the bag, smiling, "I'm Ellie. And thanks for this." She raised the bag a bit before walking back out of the bus and to the sleeping Stiles, What? Really, Stiles? who was resting his back on a tree… where Aiden had been beat up.

He opened one eye when she reached him, and dropped the bag on the grass. She sat down next to him, crossing her legs, and pulled her purse closer to herself. He can't know about it. It's charmed, after all. Sticking a hand in the bag, she searched for the spray and the napkins. "Aha!" She grinned as she touched them, and pulled them out of the bag. She had carried them with her since Teddy was little. He loved to run therefore sometimes fell on something and scratched some skin.

Throwing the bag far away so Stiles couldn't look in it, she put a napkin on her knee, and sprayed some antiseptic on it. She raised the napkin to his face, and started to wipe away the blood which had stuck onto him. ("That tickles! Stop it! Haha!) After his face was clean of the blood, she examined his nose to see if it really was broken. (Your nose isn't crooked, that's good. Is it difficult to breathe through your nose? Uh, I don't think so? There seems to be no bruising near your eyes which good, too.) Fortunately for him, it wasn't. (Stiles isn't your name, is it? Nah. Will you tell me your real name? Mine's Amelia Cassandra Black. Whoa. Yeah, I know. So? Will you tell me yours? Nope. Teaser.)

When the blood was gone, she ripped some napkins apart – with his other hand – and stuck the pieces into Stiles' nose. She watched him for a moment to see if any blood would flow out but it didn't. Smiling, she backed before slapping his cheek softly, "Okay, pretty boy, "Ellie hid a smile when he scowled, "You're done. Now you get to clean my face. But if you mess up any of make-up, I'm gonna kick you little ass."

He narrowed his eyes at her, "Hardy har har." Stiles blew air onto Ellie's face who blinked rapidly, "Okay, let's do this." (Y'know, you're pretty good at this. Thanks? Scott's mom works as a nurse in a hospital. Maybe you can continue your internship? Oh, that would be great. Thanks.)

The teenager grabbed a towel, and sprayed it. Wiping the blood away, he smiled as she started laughing at the tickles. She's like a sister I never had. I've always wanted a little sister… though we're the same age. Little did he know, the other teenager was thinking of familiar things, He's the brother I've always wanted. And now I will have one.

Stiles tilted his head as a thought appeared in his mind, "Ellie?"

"Yeah?" She replied with a confused look. "Why do you always react like that?" He gestured to his nose. The girl sighed, and looked down which made the cleaning up harder for him.

"It's a long story." With a soft smile, he shrugged, "Well, I've got time." She bit her lip hard until she nodded, "Okay. I'll tell you."

"When I was about a year old, a madman broke into my parents' house and murdered them. However he was caught just before he killed me but he left a scar on me." She brushed the dark hair off her forehead, allowing him to see the small lightning scar. She had grown bangs to hide it.

Stiles' eyes widened with horror and shock, seeing it. Who would that to a baby? For a moment he stopped disinfecting her face. He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts, and continued cleaning.

Meanwhile Ellie pushed the hair back on the scar, breathing in and out deeply. Flashes of green and the screams of her mother started to dance around in her mind.

"I was sent to my mother's sister and her family. They were horrible. They hated my parents just because my mother had married a wealthy man. They treated me as a slave. I've had scars from the age of four of burning oil." Her eyes started watering as she pulled up the sweater's sleeves. On her left hand's wrist was a light brown burn, and on her right hand's lower arm were two much darker brown scars. She gently touched them before remembering where and with who she was. She quickly pulled down the sleeves, "I've had them since I can remember."

"Anyway, on my eleventh birthday I got a letter. You could understand my shock when I saw it. I never received any letters. It was an acceptance letter for an international school my parents went to. My name had been on the list since I was a baby." By now, Stiles had stopped cleaning, and had sat back on the tree, vividly listening her story.

A soft smile appeared on her face, "The years I spent in that school were the best years of my life. I made friends, great friends. I had so much fun." The corners of her mouth lowered, recalling what happened next.

"But unfortunately in the end of my fourth year there, the madman who killed my parents had escaped. He kidnapped me, and tortured me." She instinctively rubbed her left hand. "When I got back, and tried to tell everyone… no one believed me, "she sighed, "The ministry tried to push the panic down by marking me as a liar… a traitor."

"The next year was horrible. The minister had assigned a teacher to teach us how to fight but she only made us read. She assigned me detentions where I was tortured meanwhile the madman – let's call him Tom – recruited people to his cause. He wanted to clear the world of poor people, the ones who didn't have any money or something to give to the community. But at the end of the year, the madman showed up at the Ministry. The minister himself saw him. That's when he couldn't keep it down anymore, and told the people." A grim smile appeared on her face.

"They panicked. Everyone hid in their homes, and didn't open the door just to anyone. Tom sent his people everywhere to create chaos. They killed hundreds, maybe even thousands. Many of my personal friends died: my godfather, my father's old friend and his family, my friends from my first year in the school, my teachers. It was horrible." Tears started to flow down her cheeks. Stiles sat down next to her, and wrapped his arms around her. He let her cry out all her tears. He pulled back when he heard her calm and sniffle from time to time.

"Luckily at the end of my seventh year in the school, they caught Tom. He had tried to enter the school, and kill me. I was the one who had got away, I was the only one who he hadn't killed and he killed everyone." She looked down, sadly smiling.

"Long story short, this time they didn't send him in a prison. They sent him on a tiny island, alone, to die." Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, "But how then did you come here?"

The girl chuckled between her sniffles, "That was just luck. I put a finger somewhere on the world map, and chose this. After my graduation and the small family reunion, I immediately came here." He smiled at her.

"Well, that's good, isn't it? You got to meet me!" Ellie laughed, and shoved him. (Hey!)

"Yeah, that's very good." A smirk formed on her face. He raised an eyebrow, and put a hand to his chest, "Are you, Ellie Black, trying to mock me?"

She grinned, and put her hands in front of her, mockingly, "Of course not. I would never do that. But chop chop. The bus is going to leave soon, and you still have to check if my nose is broken." The grinning boy scooted over to the bag and grabbed a wet napkin. He brushed it across her nose, "Okay, done."

For the next few minutes Ellie tried to teach Stiles recognise a broken nose through the laughs. (Okay, now look if it's crooked. Uh, it doesn't seem to be? You had a mirror in your bag, look at your nose yourself. Stiles! Okay, okay. It isn't?)

A/N

This is a bit longer. Because of that I have to ask a favour of you guys. I'm gonna need 3 reviews before I put another chapter up. Because it is longer, I'm gonna need more time to write ahead. But no worries, guys. I've written almost 20 000 words so there are gonna be enough chapters. I just need time. Okay?

Btw I got in the school of music! Yay!

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