I absolutely did not want to go back to school the next day but with my parents still on their high geared parenting drive, I had no choice but to go in. Even pretending to be sick didn't work, so instead I just ducked my head slightly and got to class early so that I could avoid anyone and everyone, pushing all memories of last night to the back of my head. Thankfully I had very few classes with either Scott or Stiles so I didn't run into them all morning, but I was as jumpy as a rabbit.

Several times loud noises would sound around me and I'd have to stifle a shriek as I'd jolt, sensitive to everything sudden and loud. Several times I was convinced the creature was going to come crashing through the windows to massacre everyone in the school, but my fearful glances in every which direction remained unhindered by that skulking mass of scales and claws. "Hey, there she is! Cordy!" Oh hell no. Turning a one eighty I began to power walk away from Stiles and Scott who had finally tracked me down, but when they started to chase after me, I began to sprint.

I fled from them as fast as I could before ducking into an empty class and hiding behind the door, sinking down as I listened to them dash past as I held my breath and covered my mouth with my hand as tears began to fall. The emotion was too much for me to contain and with nowhere else for it to go, it embodied itself in the form of pathetic little sobs. I cried for a little while until I felt a little emptier. Not better, just empty. It was something at least, the daunting gnawing of constant terror of being attacked and eaten any moment had dulled somewhat.

Leaning out the door I checked to see that the coast was clear before slipping away, however as I rounded the corner Scott immediately stepped out in front of me. I turned, intending to bolt away but Stiles also appeared, the two of them effectively cornering me. Had they known where I was the entire time? Forget that, how come Scott looked totally normal now? Last night he looked like something Frankenstein had cooked up in some weird collaboration with the wolf-man and then some. "No." I cut them off firmly, shaking my head and lifting my hand to block Scott's face from view. "Nah uh."

"Come on Cordy you can't expect us to not talk about what happened last night. If you hadn't noticed, it's a pretty big deal. Huge deal, in fact. Probably the biggest deal in the history of deals!" Stiles reasoned with me but I continued to shake my head, trying to control my rapidly increasing breathing.

"Last night was just some ridiculously dumb prank you guys cooked up with your friend, the Hale guy. I don't care what happened, all I know is that what I saw was nothing more than a guy in a costume." A freakishly real costume, but I'll keep that to myself.

"Look, we get that it's scary and you'd probably rather forget it all happened, but you can't deny that you saw something last night." Scott said to me, the two boys boxing me in so that I couldn't escape. "That wasn't a guy in a costume. It was real. All of it was real, but you can't go around telling anybody any of it."

"Yeah right, like anybody's going to believe me if I did, and that's depending on whether or not I believe it myself. Which, for the record, I don't." Scowling at them both, I wondered if I would get expelled if I punched the both of them right now. It would be worth it to get away from them faster. "It was all…just a bad dream. A very terrible dream. None of it was real."

"You can't just go repressing memories just because they don't make sense!" Stiles groaned at me in frustration.

"They're my memories, I can do whatever the hell I like with them!"

"Ah! So you admit there are memories!"

"Shut up Stiles!"

"I knew it!"

"I'm going to kill you!" Lunging for his throat, Scott quickly grabbed hold of me and pulled me away from his best friend, forcing me to calm down as I breathed heavily, trembling from head to toe. I knocked his grip away from me, feeling a strong sense of predatory threat from him even though he still looked so innocent and doe like. I risked a glance at him, wondering if he was going to change back into that thing from last night and threaten to rip me to pieces if I blabbed to anyone what I saw.

"We're not the bad guys Cordy, and we're not going to hurt you if that's what you're worried about." Scott promised me, giving me a consoling smile. "Can we please just talk? Alone, where no one else is gonna hear us." The smarter half of me said no way, however I couldn't help but be more than a little curious. Now that the shock had worn off, questions began to spin around in my head, and as I studied Scott carefully, I allowed myself to perceive his character and study the impression I got from him. It was the same as ever, though the predator side of him was far more distinct than before. I hadn't noticed it in the past, but now it was practically staring me right in the face, yet once I pushed past that, it was still the same Scott I'd known before. Sweet, innocent, a little naïve and kind of hopeless in some ways.

Underneath all that, I also sensed something else about him. Strength. A certain kind which made me stop and genuinely give thought to whether or not I should trust him. His strength came from the soul of his character, unblemished and unyielding with strong conviction and a strict moral code which placed him above so many others. It was that which eventually led me to nod my head, and when I was brought into an empty classroom to talk, I listened without interruption as Scott and Stiles related to me everything that had happened since the start of the semester, including the bite from the Alpha werewolf which had turned Scott into one of its own kind.

Several times I became extremely lost, but I more or less understood the entire story, as well as who was truly responsible for the murders. It made me shiver to think that the creepy guy in the mall had actually been a murderous Alpha werewolf and I'd just walked up to him like it was nothing. I seriously need to start carrying some mace around with me or something. Leaning back in my seat with my arms folded I tapped a finger against my arm as I processed everything carefully.

"So…you're a werewolf." I began, looking at Scott who nodded his head. "And every full moon, you have this delightful urge to main and kill everyone in sight, right?"

"Well, I've been working on it and I'm a lot better now." How very reassuring.

"So then…what do you turn into?" I asked Stiles, naturally assuming that something had to be different about him too since apparently the supernatural was a real thing. "Ooh wait, let me guess." I waved my hands, sitting upright and smirking at him mockingly. "Are you actually a vampire?"

"Close but not quite. I just don't get enough sunlight." Rolling my eyes in response to Stiles' poor humour, I pushed back my hair and clutched it to strain my scalp, trying to draw away from the pressure in my head from the confusion and sheer dumb astonishment that all this was real. "But hey, now it's time for our questions. Question one. How the hell can you scream like that? You actually broke glass."

"I'm a singer." When both boys stared at me blankly, I had to physically resist the urge to roll my eyes again. "I have a very high vocal range."

"No, no that can't be right. I've got super enhanced hearing and that was something I've never heard before." Scott said to me insistently so I merely shrugged, not wanting to give anything up about myself but these two were stubborn and god damn persistent.

"Okay, well then, how about when we were in the water?" Stiles tried, gesturing at me with his hand. "You kept me and Derek above water whilst you were under it, and I'm pretty sure we were there for a good twenty minutes or so before Scott pulled us out. How in the heck are you still breathing?!"

"I'm a swimmer." This time they both looked more than slightly frustrated. I wasn't going to open up to them. Just because they'd taken the time to explain everything to me doesn't mean that I was going to give up my own secrets. Mainly because I didn't really understand them myself, I was still hoping for the slim possibility that this was all one continuing nightmare and I was going to wake up any second and all of this will be history. "What does it matter anyway? I'm alive, you're alive, you should just be grateful I saved your sorry asses from drowning and be done with it." Lifting his hand in a polite gesture for me to hold on, Scott looked at me with clarity in his gaze.

"Derek said that when you were underwater and came to help him back up to the surface, the light caught you and you were covered in scales. Like a fish. He also said that your eyes glowed." Confused by what he meant, Scott stepped closer so that we were directly face to face. "Don't freak out, I'm just going to show you what I mean." Nodding curtly, I drew back my shoulders suspiciously, watching Scott's eyes as he took a deep breath and closed them. When he opened them again, yellowish gold irises were gleaming back at me.

"Oh…my…god…" Now that I wasn't completely overcome by fear, I had to admit that his eyes were extremely beautiful. "Derek said my eyes looked like that?"

"Not gold though, he said they were kind of bluish green. Like they are now, but glowing." I wondered if it were possible. I mean, it's not like I would be able to tell if my eyes were glowing or not unless I was looking at my own reflection. "So…do you have any idea how you were able to survive that long underwater, and why your voice broke the glass?" He asked me tenderly, seemingly understanding just how overwhelming this could all seem. At first I made to deny any knowledge, but then I began to think about my ancestor Melusine and all the others I'd read about and their stories, as well as the books on sirens that had been compiled into our family history. No. No way. It couldn't be true…right?

"You know something." Stiles recognised, seeing the thoughtful expression in my face as I continued to maul it over. "You can trust us Cordy, we can help you. Just tell us what happened to you. Were you bitten? Scratched? Transformed in a ritual or something?"

"No dumbass." I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest before suddenly looking down at my hands, turning them over to see any evidence of scales but the skin was as smooth and flawless as it possibly be. "I think…" The words caught in my throat and inwardly, I berated myself for even saying them out loud in the first place, knowing that once I speak the words I could never take them back. "I think I'm…"

"You think you're…?" Stiles prompted, eagerly waiting to hear me finish the sentence. Lifting my head, I looked them both directly in their eyes.

"I think I'm a siren."