Hellllooooo! Long time no see, right? Sorry about the wait I have been busy with life, work and trying to write my own novel, so this sort of took a back seat to all that. But this chapter is pretty long so I hope that makes up for the wait!

As always I don't own Legacies or any of it's characters besides my OC Shiloh.

The Salvatore School was implementing an Honor Council.

The reasoning was to give students the power to decide on school issues for themselves. One student would be selected by their peers from each faction—vampire, werewolf, and witch—along with Ms. Tig representing the primary school kids.

Shiloh wanted no part in any of it.

In her opinion, the idea itself was a good one, but she knew it would turn into a popularity contest that distracted them all from the current situation. Dr. Saltzman may have sent Dorian away with the knife, but she still felt an uneasiness lingering around in her gut. Yet, mostly everyone seemed entirely focused on campaigning for a seat on the council.

Especially Lizzie, who had immediately decided that she was going to be making decisions for the witches as the institutions very own Hillary Clinton. Josie was basically her whole campaign team and Shiloh had already heard whispers of Penelope Park opposing her.

On the other hand, Hope was focused on her non-negotiable task of figuring out if Landon was more than human. Then, there was Rafael who was using his time to make sure the elected Honor Council members would vote to keep Landon at the school, while MG worked to free Kaleb from the werewolf cells.

Last but not least, there was Shiloh, who had no desire to involve herself in any of the above-mentioned things whatsoever.

She had even told Hope that morning after the assembly, "I don't do politics."

Which was true, at the time, until Josie found her lounging around in the rec room and asked if she would help put up flyers for Lizzie.

"Uh," Shiloh stammered, trying and failing to ignore the brown eyes looking at her and the hopeful smile on Josie's face, "sure."

It also didn't hurt the brunette twin's cause that Shiloh had heard about the argument that went down between her and Penelope a little while before. From what she managed to overhear from some witches, there was some screaming involved on Josie's end.

Which was how she ended up with a stack of pages with Lizzie Saltzman's face plastered all over them and paired with her 'borrowed' slogan 'I'm With Her.'

It was the last thing she wanted to be doing, but she had a weakness for brown eyes and the Saltzman girl's signature pout. So, she taped them to every available surface she could find until there were none left.

This meant that her job was done and she could officially be done with high school politics for the rest of her life, Josie be damned.

Of course, things were never that easy for the hybrid, because as she was walking back and looking forward to an afternoon nap in her bed, one of the many flyers she had hung had caught her eye. Someone—Shiloh was pretty sure she knew who—had added three letters to the word 'her' to make it 'herpes.'

Sighing, the girl ripped the paper off the wall and retraced her steps. Her conscience refused to let her ignore them.

Every single one had the same exact problem, so Shiloh collected them all until she eventually crossed paths with two freshman painting the blue letters onto another one of the posters.

"Hey!" they jumped when she announced her presence, "what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Both of them froze, shaking as they stared at her, eyes wide with fear at being caught. She was not the most popular girl at the school for a very good reason. Shiloh took a deep breath, before softening her glare in favor of a stern frown.

"I don't want to see you doing this again," she told them, satisfied when nodded so quickly they resembled bobble heads, "and tell your leader she'll be getting a visit from me if she pulls something else like this today."

The freshman scampered away, hopefully to relay her message, or to report her to Ms. Tig, Shiloh couldn't really be sure.

She made to continue her trek down the hallway when she ran into Josie once more, this time looking more worried and clutching some of the vandalized posters in her hand.

"Thank god," the other girl sighed when she noticed Shiloh had taken the posters down. "You got the rest of them. If Lizzie saw them she would've have exploded, literally."

Leaving out the fact that she did it mostly for Josie's sake, she replied, "Yeah, I figured."

The two stood there in silence for a moment before the witch cleared her throat, "Well, I should get going, Lizzie will freak if I'm not back to listen to her rehearse her acceptance speech."

Josie turned to leave but Shiloh's voice called her back.

"Hey, Josie?"

Turning back around, the girl in question gave her full attention, "Yeah, Shiloh?"

Shiloh wanted to tell her not to care if Lizzie got mad at her for spending time doing something other than helping her win the election, wanted to tell her that she deserved a break for practically being a one-man crew, but she didn't need the girl to get angry with her. She remembered what happened all those times Park tried to breach the subject when they were dating.

It never ended well.

So, instead she asked, "Do you need me to help with anything else?"

Josie smiled, shaking her head, "Nope, I'm pretty sure the rest is up to fate, but thanks for helping out. If you were a witch, I'd ask for your vote on Lizzie's behalf, but obviously that's not possible."

"Sadly, I get the tremendous pleasure of voting for a werewolf and a vampire," Shiloh pointed out, sarcasm dripping all over her words.

Hearing the other girl laugh was worth all the trouble she had gone through putting up and taking down posters all morning.

The two parted ways and Shiloh redirected her path to where she knew Hope would be testing Landon, all earlier plans of napping long forgotten with the flutter eyelashes belonging to a certain pair of brown eyes. If anything, she was more awake than she had been all morning.

She found Landon and Hope a little past the quad, where the tribrid had the seemingly human teenage boy attempting to hold a handstand. It's safe to say he wasn't doing a very good job.

"This looks like bunches of fun," she quipped as she came to a halt next to her roommate, watching as Landon promptly fell on his ass.

"Hey," he whined, throwing an accusing look at the newcomer. "She messed me up!"

"I could've held that position for a half-an-hour while being pelted with tennis balls," Shiloh informed him smugly.

Hope cleared her throat, "I want to finish this as quickly as possible and Shiloh you're really not helping. Landon, go try and lift that log over there."

The teen's shoulders slumped as he meandered over to the large piece of wood, bending down to try and pick it up. While he failed, Hope turned back to Shiloh, her blue eyes falling to the stack of papers still in her hands.

"What happened to 'I don't do politics'?" Hope wondered, smirk plastered across her face as she mocked the girl's earlier words.

"Shut up," muttered Shiloh, "I came to see if you made any progress but I can see that you're not getting anywhere, and since you were mean to me, I'm not going to help you."

"How could I possibly need help when there's nothing even happening?" was Hope's response, her jaw set as she glanced back over at Landon.

Shiloh shrugged, not having an answer for the tribrid. She was pretty sure Landon was human, but with everything going on, there could be a chance that the boy was something more than what he appeared to be on the surface.

So, she left her roommate to continue her struggle testing Landon for any ounce of supernatural ability in favor of hitting up the kitchen for a snack. She had skipped lunch helping Josie with the campaign and her werewolf side required constant sustenance; otherwise, she'd be perfect for a Snickers commercial.

Although the kitchen was technically off-limits to students, Shiloh and most of the other teenagers rarely acknowledged that rule and continuously broke it.

After arriving in the kitchen, she helped herself to a box of brownie mix and followed the directions until she had a ceramic bowl filled with the smooth chocolate substance. Instead of popping it into the oven, she decided to forgo that step in favor of eating it with a spoon as if it were pudding.

Rafael appeared in the doorway minutes later, covered in blood and bruises. He ignored Shiloh sitting up on the countertop and stalked over to the large freezer, pulling out a frozen bag of peas and placing it on his chin.

"Rough day?" commented Shiloh around the wooden spoon stuck in her mouth.

The newbie werewolf spun around to face her and leant back against the freezer door. He eyed her for a moment before giving her a response.

"Something like that."

Shiloh tilted her head to the side while studying him, "So, who won?"

"What?" Rafael asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You obviously got into a fight," she gestured at him with her spoon, before dipping it back into the bowl, "but I can't tell if you got your ass handed to you or if you won. I'm assuming you got into it with our lovely resident alpha?"

"I did," the boy mumbled, "I won."

"So, that means you're the new alpha," pointed out Shiloh, enjoying the way his face pulled up in discomfort. "Congratulations,"

Her praise was met with silence, so she took the time to shovel more brownie mix into her mouth as Rafael tried to come up with a response.

"I didn't want it," he finally spoke, finding his words.

"Then why did you fight him?" Shiloh wondered. "Were you just sick of his bullcrap like most of us?"

Rafael cracked a smile, but shook his head, "No, I just wanted to make sure Landon could stay and Jed wasn't going to let that happen. So, I got down to his level and fought him for it."

"While I'm impressed you managed to take the alpha mantel so soon after triggering your curse," the hybrid informed him, "I think you should be prepared for the backlash of it all."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that Jed isn't just going to roll over and die," put Shiloh bluntly, "It might not be soon, but he'll retaliate is some way and you should be prepared for it," she added. "Dude's a douchebag, but he's not a coward."

Her warning was brushed off, "I can handle Jed."

"I hope you can, Rafael," she spoke honestly, looking at the clock on the wall and turning back to him, "Now, it looks like you have an election to win."

It was no surprise when Rafael was elected to represent the werewolves on the Honor Council.

In fact, that was the least surprising result of the entire election. Kaleb managed to secure a win without even being there and all of MG's hard work campaigning backfired. Shiloh felt bad for the charismatic vampire who most likely would've done extremely well in the position.

Boy was built for that kind of life.

Yet, what really ended up shocking her was the winner from the witches. Shiloh had thought she misheard Emma when she read the result out loud, that maybe her own inner infatuation was causing her to hear things.

"And the witch representative is…Josie."

Her first instinct was to look at Lizzie, who's reaction was quite similar to Shiloh's.

Shock.

The blonde Saltzman twin's gaze hardened as she exchanged glances with her sister. There was no doubt a storm was brewing underneath her deadly calm outward appearance. Shiloh prayed she wouldn't be caught in the middle of it because the last time she witnessed a Lizzie meltdown, she a high heel almost stabbed her in the neck.

Josie was no doubt also surprised at the news and looked as if someone had just told her they ran over her dog. Her reaction was completely different from her sisters, yet she didn't seem as defeated, just determined.

Once the excitement from the election results died down, the students were quick to disperse, no one leaving quite as quickly as the Saltzman girls, though. The tension in the air was so thick Shiloh could practically taste it and it made her uncomfortable.

She tried to find somewhere to go that wasn't filled with Salvatore students gossiping, but it was no use. All her usual nooks and corners were taken and she wasn't in the mood to scare anyone away to get a spot.

So, she went back to the dorms and found Hope pacing the floor and muttering to herself.

Not an unusual occurrence to come across with the tribrid.

"Wearing more holes into the ground again I see? It would work faster if you just used a shovel." Shiloh remarked from where she was leaning against the doorframe.

Hope was very receptive to her joke and glared at her. "I'm this close to using a spell to shut you up!"

Normally, Shiloh might've tried pushing her buttons a little further, especially because she needed to distract herself from the whole Lizzie/Josie situation, but the orb glowing blue on her bed made her pause, knowing Hope was dead serious.

"Is it the Landon thing?" she wondered, instead, "You couldn't find anything supernatural about him?"

"Not a single microscopic hint of any supernatural abilities," Hope groaned, falling back onto her bed, "it was a waste of time and I told Dr. Saltzman that before we even started."

"Why are you so upset about it then?" Shiloh moved to her own mattress as she voiced her question. "Doesn't that mean Landon can't stay? I thought that's what you wanted."

Hope sucked in a deep breath, eyes closed and pinching her nose, then exhaled, "It is. I mean, if he's not supernatural then there's no reason for him to remain here…but he doesn't have anywhere else to go."

The last part was spoken a little bit louder than a whisper, but Shiloh's enhanced senses picked it up, regardless.

The older girl plucked her sketchbook from her nightstand and started scratching her pencil on one of the pages.

Shiloh understood Hope's reluctance to trust the boy after he lied—even if he didn't know what he was doing—but couldn't help but see how similar the two of them were. Both didn't have parents in the picture and were loners in their respective schools. Shiloh herself could relate to both of them and knew it was something that drew her sire closer to the human.

"But, do you want him to stay?" she pushed, trying to get Hope to figure out her feelings instead of just telling her.

"It doesn't matter," Hope looked across the room, "it's not up to me, anyway."

"True, it's up to the Honor Council, but I think you have a influence over several members and could sway the vote if you tried," Shiloh reminded her.

"Isn't that corruption?" deadpanned Hope, unexpressed with her suggestion. "Plus, I don't have many friends, remember?"

"All politics are corrupt," the hybrid retorted, sticking out her tongue. "But, you've been making progress with people and Josie is on the council, so you could talk to her. Also, Ms. Tig will probably vote to let him stay."

Hope scribbled some more of her drawing, the noise making Shiloh's skin crawl, "Maybe."

It was all she was going to get from the introverted teenager, which was more than she would have gotten a year ago. So, she opened her closet and pulled out leggings and a t-shirt.

"Where are you going?"

"For a run," she explained while changing into the new clothes.

Once she was dressed and wearing a pair of sneakers, Shiloh headed towards the back of the school, where there were several trails for running. Typically, she would transform into her wolf form to go for a run, but that day she just wanted to relax and run on two feet without breaking all of the bones in her body to do so.

She made it pretty far out into the forest by the time the sun started to set, so she turned and headed back in the direction of the Salvatore School. The sound of her shoes hitting the ground in quick succession was relaxing in the same way the wind was hitting her in the face.

Just as she was about to round the bend of trees that would reveal the school, a sweet smell wafted into her nose. It was a smell that used to be coppery like pennies before she was turned into a vampire.

Blood.

Shiloh was confused for several reasons.

The first was because it was human blood. She could tell because it was not accompanied by the certain scents that clung to the different supernatural creatures she had come across.

The second reason was that feeding from humans was forbidden at the Salvatore School and although Kaleb had broken that rule, she had doubt he'd do it blatantly on campus where he could be caught. Dr. Saltzman only kept animal blood in the kitchens.

Which was why Shiloh moved quickly in order to find the source of the scent and was led to one of the several clearings on the school's sprawling campus.

A groan caught her attention and she focused on the figure at the bottom of the small hill, face covered in blood and laying flat on their back.

"Landon!" her voiced hitched in concern.

Landon didn't respond to her, seemingly unconscious which by the amount of blood running down his nose, Shiloh figured he had been knocked out by whoever or whatever had hit him.

Three long strides carried her down the hill and she dropped to her knees at the boy's side. She could hear his heartbeat and she him breathing, so she knew he was alive.

"Landon!" Shiloh shoved his shoulder lightly, only pushing harder when she didn't receive a response. "Landon!"

Finally. Landon coughed out a little bit of blood and rolled over onto his side, groaning.

The tantalizing smell of blood caused the veins under Shiloh's eyes to get darker and her fangs extended, but one shake of her head caused her vampire features to return to normal. She wouldn't be responsible for the death of another person. The woman Klaus had made her kill after first turning was one more than enough.

Shiloh returned her attention to the waking teen, who was still on his side. "Landon, can you hear me?"

"Yeah," Landon groaned, clutching at his head, "I can hear you."

"Who did this to you?" was her first question and most important question now that he was awake.

"It was Jed," he answered, moving to sit up and grimacing in pain.

Sighing, the girl held her hand to her forehead, "I told Rafael this was going to happen."

"What?"

"Nothing," Shiloh brushed off his question in favor of pulling out her cellphone, relieved she had thought to bring it on her run.

"Hello?" the voice at the other end was distracted.

"Hope, something happened with Landon. Find Rafael and come to the northeast end of the quad as soon as you can," keeping the situation as vague as possible, she hoped the other girl wouldn't panic.

Noise on Hope's end signaled the other girl had jumped out of bed shot out of the room into the hall, the door slamming shut behind her. "What happened?" she asked, worry clear in her voice.

"Just get here Rafael and get here," Shiloh hung up, returning her attention to the human boy who was staring at the hand he had used to wipe his face with, his skin turning a sickly green color.

"Landon…" Shiloh trailed off.

She had anticipated what was about to happen and managed to catch the teen by his shoulders before his head could smack against the dirt.

"My God," Shiloh muttered, pulling back and sitting on her feet. "Doesn't pass out at the sight of a fully turned werewolf, but a little blood and he keels over."

Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long and Rafael was the first to reach them, followed quickly by Hope who was cursing her shorter stature for not being able to keep up with the other wolf.

"What the hell happened?" Rafael turned to Shiloh, his eyes changing to a golden yellow in his anger. He took an aggressive step towards her.

Shiloh mimicked his posture, pointing a finger at his chest, "Whoah there, I didn't do anything so cut the big dog crap! This is exactly what I told you was going to happen. Honestly, I'm surprised it's only a little bit of blood and probably a concussion."

While Hope hovered over Landon trying to come up with a spell to help their situation, Rafael latched on to only a part of Shiloh's explanation.

"Jed did this?" His hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides."I'm gonna kill him."

Before he could beat the living hell out of the other werewolf, Shiloh held him back with one of her hands, gripping his bicep to keep him from making good on his threat.

"Leave Jed to me," she told him, only letting go when Rafael looked at his brother and didn't seem intent on killing anyone at the moment. "You go help Hope with Landon. I think Emma is on her way down," Shiloh guessed, squinting at the small female figure that was hurrying towards them.

She turned to Hope, who was wiping some of the blood off of Landon's face with her jacket. "You good here?"

"Yeah," the tribrid's gaze never left Landon, "You go deal with Jed, Rafael and I can handle this."

Shiloh offered a half-hearted thumbs up before heading to the school, passing the guidance counselor on the way and offering a quick run-down and promising not to murder Jed. Then, she marched up the stairs and into the boys dorm hall.

She passed several doors on her journey down the hallway before stopping at the one housing the wolf she wanted.

Without a knock or announcing her arrival, Shiloh flung open the door, scaring Jed's roommate so badly he fell off of his bed. It would have elicited a laugh from Shiloh had she not been there on important business.

Jed looked up from his laptop, bruised face giving away nothing.

"What the fuck, man?" Shiloh growled, stalking over the boy while his roommate fled the room.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he responded, seemingly bored with the conversation.

"Oh yeah?" retorted Shiloh reaching forward and pulling him up by the collar of his shirt, "wanna try that again, buddy?"

"Dude deserved it," Jed hissed, "it's his fault that I'm not alpha anymore!"

"Oh, boo hoo," mocked the girl, shoving him into the wall. "you can't blame Landon for you being an awful leader. Someone was gonna kick your ass and take it from you eventually."

Jed didn't respond, just stared at her cooly which fueled her anger.

Shiloh pulled her arm back, fist poised to punch the smug wolf in the face. His eyes widened in shock and her hand hit the wall inches from his ear, leaving a small dent.

"If you pull anything like this again, I'll be back," she warned, "Got it?"

He mumbled an agreement, and although she heard him, she wasn't going to take that for an answer.

She shook him a little bit harder, "got it?"

"Yes, I got it."

Giving him one last glare, Shiloh released her hold on him, backing out of the room, but not before saying, "It's too bad I don't have control of what Rafael's gonna do when he finds you."

She won't lie that the scared look on his face at the thought gave her a small amount of satisfaction.

Shiloh resolved that she needed to take a nap and wasn't going to be detoured this time on her way to her room.

Of course, that plan worked better in theory than in actuality.

Josie caught her in the hallway, stopping her with the call of her name.

"Is it true?" she questioned Shiloh, biting her lip in worry.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean," the hybrid quirked an eyebrow.

"That Jed beat up Landon earlier," Josie elaborated. She played with her hands in the way Shiloh noticed she did whenever she was anxious about something.

"Yeah, he did," Shiloh gave her confirmation, "but Landon should be alright."

Her words didn't seem to quell Josie's fear, but instead made her appear even more conflicted.

"Okay, thanks Shiloh," she sighed, running a hand through her hair, "I've got to go to the Honor Council meeting. So, maybe I'll see you tomorrow."

Josie moved before Shiloh could even return her goodbye, quickly moving down the hall and disappearing through the doors leading to the stairs.

"Bye," she breathed, standing there for a moment and staring at where the other girl was just standing.

Landon didn't get to stay at the Salvatore School.

Somehow, Hope had landed a seat on the council and persuaded several members to vote against him for whatever reason. She claimed it was to protect him.

The vote was close, but something happened at the meeting that caused Josie and Hope to vote for Landon to leave. Along with Kaleb's vote, it was enough to tip the scales and send the perceived outsider away.

From what she had gotten out of Hope before the tribrid had rushed out of the room with a parting gift for Landon, Josie was the deciding vote.

Shiloh felt partly responsible for her decision to vote against the human boy. She was the one who had told Josie what had happened and maybe the reason she decided to vote the way she had.

It was almost impossible for Shiloh to sleep that night, guilt and anger keeping her awake.