I sighed as I looked at the school in front of me. I couln't believe my parents were making me come here just because I got into a little trouble at the Salvatore schhol. I mean sure that trouble activated my vampire side which activated my werewolf side, but hey we only knew it was a matter of time before it had happened, right? The daughter of Klaus Mikaelson and Hayley Marshall wasn't going to have the coolest of tempers even without the werewolf gene.

Then again the couple months of murder across New Orleans wasn't really necessary either, but it wasn't easy being the youngest twin of Miss Perfect Hope Mikaelson. But why did I have to come all the way to Beacon Hills once I gained control of my bloodlust? Why not just go to Mystic Falls? Probably because then the Derek Hale, a werewolf who was friends with my mom, couldn't watch me like a damn hawk.

"Well, well, well... Look who's no longer the crazy one," I heard a girl say as I walked into the school. I glanced to see a group of four teens, two guys and two girls, stopped in the middle of the hall staring at each other.

"We're not crazy!" The second girl told her friend.

"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine," the first one said sarcastically.

"We did die and come back to life." I turned to look at them over my shoulder, moving to get out of peoples way. No way these guys were vamps, right? "That's gotta have some side effects, right?" The bell chose that moment to ring as I watched them.

"We keep an eye on each other, okay?" The last guy told the others before looking at the strawberry blonde girl. "And Lydia? Stop enjoying this so much."

"What?" Lydia asked them as they all walked away from her and to their classes. As they passed by, I took a deep breath before smirking. Well well, this was going to be more interesting than I thought.


I was looking through the local news reports before class started, trying to understand this town now. Lots of death, murders, unsolved cases, etc.

"Good morning, everyone." I looked up at the teacher and put my phone away. "My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira?" Poor Kira. "Or, you might not, since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school, or brought a friend home, for that matter." A thud had us all turning to see a girl with her head down on her desk in embaressment. "Either way, there she is!" She lifted her head and some kids laughed lightly before we all looked back up front. "Now, let's begin with American history at the turn of the 20th century..." I glanced at one of the two guys from earlier to see him staring at his shadow on the ground. I looked at it and it was just a normal shadow. Makes you wonder what he was seeing.


In my art class, the two girls were trying to quietly talk to each other.

"Not the steadiest hand for a superb marksman." Lydia told her friend. I glanced to see the paintbrush in her hand shaking.

It's been happening for the past few weeks. Since that night," the brunette told her friend. She threw her paintbrush down and red paint splattered on the page and she stared at it, seeing something we couldn't see on it. Lydia ripped the page off the easel and looked at her worriedly.

"Start over." The girl picked up the paintbrush and started working again. I turned back to my page only to see another boy staring at the girl.


I was getting my books from my locker for my next classes when I noticed the two boys from earlier talking again.

"...We hit the reset button on a supernatural beacon for supernatural creatures. There's a pretty good chance things are never going back to normal," the human told his friend.

"Yeah..." the wolf sighed before looking down the hall.

"What?" the human muttered. I followed the wolf's look to see the girl from history class, Kira, talking to her dad. His human friend seemed to realize the wolf was no longer listening to him and focused on his locker. The wolf listened to the girl and her father before I noticed his eyes glow red. That was new. "Oh, dude, your eyes!"

"What about them?" the wolf asked him.

"They're starting to glow!" the human warned.

"You mean, like, right now?" his friend asked him anxiously.

"Yes, right now! Scott, stop! Stop it!" the teen ordered his friend.

"I can't- I can't control it," Scott told him getting scared.

"All right, just keep your head down. Look down, come on. Keep your head down." The pair ran off into an empty classroom and I turned to see I wasn't the only one who noticed. I glanced at the boys before looking back at Kira. I closed my locker and went to the girl with a smile on my face.

"Hi, I'm Ella Marshall. Kira, right?"

"You were in my dad's history class this morning," she groaned and I laughed lightly.

"Yeah, but that shouldn't stop the two new girls from getting to know each other, should it?" I asked her.

"You're new?"

"First day today." I nodded. "What do you say we stick together and look out for each other?"

"That sounds nice." She smiles at me and nods. We spent the rest of the day between classes and at lunch talking and getting to know each other better.


The next day, I was sitting next to one of the boys from the previous day in Econ when the teacher, also the coach of the lacrose team, started blowing a whistle at him.

"STILINSKI!"

"Uh-huh?" Stilinkski jumped up disoriented.

"I asked you a question!" Coach shouted at him.

"Uh... Sorry, Coach. What was it?" Stilinkski asked him.

"It was, "Stilinski, are you paying attention back there?""

"Oh. Well, I am now..." the teen told him.

"Stilinski, stop reminding me why I drink!" Coach ordered before looking back at the board. "...Every night. Does anyone else want to try the question on the board?" Scott gave his friend a worried look and I looked between them.

"I'm okay. I just fell asleep for a second," Stilinkski told Scott.

"Dude, you weren't asleep," Scott told him worriedlly. Stilinkski looked at his notebook before slamming it shut.


During lunch, I was sitting with Kira talking about her life in New York when we overheard the conversation between Scott and his friends.

"Okay, so- what happens to a person who has a near-death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Scott asked his group of friends. Kira gave me a confused look and I just shrugged my shoulders.

"And is unable to tell what's real or not?" Stilinkski added.

"And is being haunted by demonic visions of dead relatives?" the brunette marksmen chimed in.

"They're all locked up because they're insane," the boy from art class told them.

"Ha. Can you at least try to be helpful, please?" Stilinkski asked him irritated. I supposed I would be too if I weren't getting enough sleep and was unable to tell what was real or not.

"For half my childhood, I was locked in a freezer... So, being helpful is kind of a new thing for me."

"Hey, dude, are you still milking that?" Kira picked up her things and I stared at her confused.

"Yeah, maybe I am still milking that!" She made her way to them and I followed her with my own things in my arms.

"Hi..." Everyone looked up at us and I waved at them. "Hi, sorry... I couldn't help overhearing what you guys were talking about..." Lydia looked at her group of friends worriedlly. "And, I think I actually might know what you're talking about..." Well that got their full attention. "There's a Tibetan word for it- it's called "Bardo." It literally means "in-between state." The state between life and death."

"And what do they call you?" Lydia asked her condescendingly and I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Kira." We all turned to Scott with a question on our faces. "She's in our history class." I glanced at Kira and saw her look down with a smile on her face.

"So, are you talking Bardo in Tibetan Buddhism or Indian?" Lydia asked Kira.

"Does it matter?" I asked her with an eyebrow raised as Kira sat next to Stilinkski.

"Either, I guess." Kira gave me a small look telling me to be nice and I just sighed. "But, all the stuff you guys were just saying? All that happens in Bardo. There are different progressive states where you can have hallucinations. Some you see, some you just hear. And you can be visited by peaceful or wrathful deities."

"Wrathful deities? And what are those?" the boy from art class asked her.

"Like... demons!" Kira told him.

"Vampires could get into your head much easier too," I added.

"Demons," Stilinkski sighed tiredly. "Why not?"

"Be careful what you wish for," I told him thinking of what I'd seen over the years and he gave me a suspiscious yet curious look.

"Hold on- if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?" the marksman asked her.

"Death," Kira told her as though it was obvious. "You die."

"What are your names?" I asked them suddenly. "You know Kira's. I'm Ella."

"Scott." Werewolf.

"Stiles." Human.

"Isaac." Werewolf.

"Lydia." Not human, but something I haven't come across before.

"Allison." Human marksman.

"Hey, I have to go see my dad about something. I'll see you later Ella." Kira waved as she walked away and I sat where she had been seconds before.

"So, who knows about werewolves?" They gave each other a suspicious and concerned look before Scott looked at me.

"They're myth," he said and I gave him a look.

"Says the werewolf." His face fell and he gave me a look. I tapped my nose. "I can smell it just like you can smell that I'm not human."

"What are you?" Isaac asked me and I just smirked at him.

"Werewolf."

"You don't smell like a werewolf," Scoff told me.

"I'm not the same kind of wolf as you," I told him. "I was born a wolf, but mine was a curse put on my family and seven others around 1500 years ago. Once the curse is activated we turn. Our bite won't turn humans and our eyes don't change colors like yours do. We just get the one color." I let my eyes change and watched as they backed away slightly and knew the veins under my eyes darkened filling themselves and my eyes with blood. "I also happen to be a vampire."

"So you're a were-pire thing?" Stiles asked me and I laughed.

"The term you're looking for is hybrid," I told him. "Kind of."

"What's that mean?" Allison asked me. "Kind of?"

"Means that I have my own secrets that I can't tell because it's not completely safe," I answered and they all looked at me confused. "My family has made a lot of enemies over a lot of years. Some of my family secrets could be dangerous if the wrong person got hold of them. Sorry."

"Everyone's family has secrets," Allison told me and I smiled.

"Not like mine does."


A couple days later I got a strange phone call.

"Ella, I need you to meet somewhere."

"Scott?" I asked into my cell confused. I'd given them my number just in case they'd needed me, but I didn't think they'd actually use it this soon. Or ever.

"Yeah, I need you to meet me and Stiles at the preserve."


"You know, if my dad's right, that means there's another Werewolf in town that we haven't met yet," Stiles said as we walked through the woods following something on Scott's phone. Scott and Stiles told me that a girl was either missing or dead and the likely suspect was a werewolf who had wrecked her car and attacked her family 8 years ago.

"I know," Scott sighed.

"If it turns out to be something, like, triplets that form into, like, a three-headed hound of hell, I'm seriously not up for that," Stiles told us and I gave them a curious look.

"That happen often?" I asked them.

"We had a pair of twins once who could combine into one super wolf," Scott told me and I was impressed. "But we don't need that kind of thing right now. Especially if I can't even control my own transformation anymore."

"Cause of the Bardo?" I asked him.

"Because of what caused the Bardo," Stiles told me, but didn't eleborate and I didn't ask for more. They didn't fully trust me. I get it. Maybe me being here was more about my ability to control what I am and less about anything else.

"AHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Stiles freaked out and bumped into both me and Scott making Scott drop his phone into a pubble below us. We looked at him and he looked at Scott open mouthed.

"Sorry, buddy," he appologized. "I hate coyotes so much- they always sound like they're mauling some tiny, helpless little animal." Scott and I jumped down while Stiles slowly worked his way to us. Scott picked up his phone as Stiles joined us. Scott wiped his phone dry and looked at us.

"It still works," Scott told us while Stiles and I looked ahead of us.

"That's not supposed to be there," I mumbled going towards the overturned car.

"Let me see the flashlight," I heard Stiles tell Scott and shinning the light from behind me. "I think we found it..."

"Uh, why wouldn't they move it? Isn't it evidence?" Scott asked him.

"Probably too much of a pain in the ass to tow out," Stiles guessed as we started looking around the outside of the car. "Look at this-" We followed him closer to the car to see claw marks along the side of it. "See those?" Scott ran his hand along the claws. "Animal claws would be closer together, right? A lot closer." I transformed my hand into claws and ran it along the car's side gently making sure not to damage the car further. It was a fit.

"Then it was a Werewolf," Scott sighed.

"So, my dad was right..." Stiles knelt down and started looking in the car with Scott and I doing the same moments later.

"What is that?" Scott asked after a moment pointing at something. Stiles reached into the car and pulled out a baby doll. We stood up staring at it.

"I'm hungry."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The three of us screamed and Stiles dropped the doll while Scott and I moved quickly back.

"I think I just had a minor heart attack," Stiles told us and we all took a deep breath. I heard growling and quickly looked up to see a coyote staring down at us with glowing blue eyes.

"Hey, Stiles...?" Scott drew his friend's attention to the coyote. "Please tell me you see that."

"I see it," Stiles told him.

"So do I," I told him. Scott started chasing the coyote as it fled from the three of us.

"Stay with Stiles!" he ordered me and I sighed but did it.

"Wait, hey, Scott! Scott, wait!" Stiles called after him. I grabbed Stiles arm and pulled him back.

"That coyote could tear you apart," I told him. "Scott can handle himself."

"Scott can't control his transformation!" Stiles shouted at me and I glanced at the direction the young wolf went.

"If he needs me, I'll hear him call out," I promised the boy next to me.

"Can you get to him fast enough to save his life?" he glared at me, but I nodded.

"I will."