Allison was impressed by how empty the library was at this time in the morning. She figured that not everyone had a free period or if they did they didn't use the time to study in the library.
Now that she thinks about it, being the only person in the library is actually a good thing considering she was about to research werewolves. Sending the librarian a quick smile, she finds a computer cubby in the back to do her search.
Typing in "werewolf" to the Google search bar, she waits patiently for the results to load. When the page was halfway loaded, Allison heard the library door open and close. Looking up she didn't see anyone, but Mrs. Pimbleton fixing the shelves in the front. With a shrug she looks back at the computer just in time to see that the results were fully loaded.
It turns out that you can find a lot of interesting things on Google about Werewolves. Allison has come to learn that werewolves or Lou Garou are considered "cursed" as a few websites put it and also learned that a few people believe that they are real and aren't actually killed by silver bullets, but hunters. She was about to click on a website that described itself as the dictionary of the supernatural when a hand on her shoulder startled her from her search.
"What are you looking at?"
It was the same girl that Allison saw on her first night of Beacon Hills. The strawberry blonde that is supposed to change her life forever. Allison's heart is now beating out of her chest, not from being startled, but from the other girl's beauty. She gains composure and decides to lie in the best way she knew how.
"I was trying to predict the next creature that Hollywood would make a big fuss about. Since Twilight ended, it's only a matter of time before werewolf and vampire movies become scarce." She says with a nervous smile.
The other girl gives her a quizzical look before smiling right back. It wasn't an agreed smile; it was an, I know you're lying smile.
"Nice try sweetheart, but I know you're lying. Your heartbeat picked up speed after you thought of that half assed lie." She takes this moment to take a seat next to Allison in the next cubby. She turns toward Allison her eyes glowing purple. "I'm not going to have to hurt you am I? Because you seem like a sweet girl."
Allison doesn't remember her doppelganger mentioning anything about the girl being different, but decides it was probably for a good reason. She tries to explain in the best way possible.
"I-I had a dream about one and I wanted to know if there was a possibility that they could exist." She knows that it's only part of the truth, but hopes that the other girl would drop the matter because their first meeting wasn't supposed to go down like this.
The other girl's face softened as if she could hear her thoughts. She places a hand on top of Allison's and says, "Look, I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that I heard about a new girl and I know who you are or well what your family does and thought you were here for me and my friends." She finishes.
Allison's eyebrows crease together. "What do you mean who I am and what my family does? My dad is a security consultant, but I'm just me; boring old Allison." She replies.
The strawberry blonde's face becomes withdrawn. "You don't know. Crap, I just told on myself. I guess I can tell you now. Get your stuff we're going for a walk." The girl gets up and waits for Allison to gather her things.
They walk out of the library, down the hallway and up several flights of stairs before the other girl flings the door open to reveal the roof of the school.
"Don't worry. No one ever comes up here, but me." She says taking a seat on an old couch. She pats the empty space next to her so Allison can sit down.
"So, explain." Allison says fearing for the worst.
"Cutting right to it, okay. Well, you know what your last name means in French right?"
"Silver." Allison whispers.
"Yup and everybody knows that in the common werewolf legend that silver kills werewolves." She gives Allison a minute to put things together.
"Hold on. You are saying that my family is a clan of werewolf hunters." She was about to say that was crazy, but she remembers what her dark side said to her in those dreams and remembers how that girl's eyes glowed purple when she thought Allison was a threat. "Okay. I guess that makes sense." She throws out nonchalantly.
"You're not freaking out like I thought you'd be. You must be different." The strawberry blonde replies.
"I just had to remember what an old friend said to me about believing in the unexplained. Anyway, what's your name and your story?" Allison asks the other girl.
"Lydia, Lydia Martin and I'm what people in the supernatural community call an unforeseen anomaly." She says proudly.
Allison looks her over again. On the outside to anyone not paying attention, Lydia looks pure and innocent; but the way that she carries herself exudes a type of fierceness that only a warrior can display. "Morrigan." Leaves her mouth before she even gets a chance to think about it. So, that's what Dark Allison was trying to tell her. There are werewolves in Beacon Hills. She's a hunter and Lydia is a Morrigan whatever the hell that means.
"Pretty good guess." Lydia states with an amused grin.
"I got it from that dream I was telling you about." Allison reveals feeling good about being able to tell someone about this that would actually believe her.
"Hm. Your subconscious mind seems to know more than your conscious mind. It's not an insult. It just means that underneath that innocent exterior is a hunter interior that's trying to tell you something." She finishes with a 1000 watt smile.
"Well, that makes sense. I thought I was going insane." Allison laughs.
"Not insane, just waking up the other parts of yourself. So, tell me about this dream."
"Well, I don't think I can tell you all of it, but someone in that dream warned me that I have to do things right to make sure everyone comes out alive. Oh and you and that Scott guy were in it." Allison replies as best she could. She's watched plenty of scifi movies to know not to muck with the space time continuum by divulging too much information.
"You mean Scott McCall. You must have dreamed about us fighting the alpha." Lydia says trailing off in thought.
"Are you talking about that big wolf? Cuz that was frightening and I'd rather not see that thing again." She finishes shaking at the thought of the creature.
"Sweety, I hate to break it to you, but I think you're going to have to help us kill the alpha." Lydia's face is full of concern. She takes one of Allison's hands, but this time she intertwines their fingers.
Allison looks up at the sensation that Lydia's hand in her own gives her. It's warm and comforting and it makes her forget for just a second. Her whole world is changing and yet the only thing keeping her grounded is Lydia. She squeezes the other girl's hand.
They stay quiet for a few moments before Lydia speaks.
"What's your next class?" Looking into Allison's brown eyes.
"I have history with Mrs. Johnson. What class do you have?" Allison finds herself getting lost in Lydia's emerald eyes.
"What a small world. So, do I." Lydia smiles and Allison doesn't know how one person can make her melt so much inside. "You have really nice eyes." She states.
"Thanks. You have beautiful eyes as well." She blushes.
"We should probably head that way now. The bell is going to ring soon." Lydia says getting up still holding Allison's hand.
Allison is up off the couch in seconds.
The pair make their way back down the stairs, to the second floor and down the hall to stand outside of their next class. They talk some more and enter the classroom when the bell finally rings. They sit next to each other toward the back and wait for the rest of the students to fill the empty desks in the classroom.
Allison misses the warmth of Lydia's hand, but settles for just being next to her. She glances up at the students filing in and notices Scott and another guy with buzzed dark hair that looks like he took too much Adderall before coming to school sit in front of her and Lydia.
"Hey, I'm Scott and this is my friend Stiles." She already knew who Scott was, but throws in a "Nice to meet you and thanks for the pen." She also gives a smile and a wave to Stiles and he returns her smile with a goofy grin and a wave.
"Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb." A guy short hair and great cheekbones acknowledges Stiles and Scott before sitting behind Lydia.
"Hello to you too, Jackson." Stiles says sarcastically.
"You don't have to be so mean to them just to impress Allison, you know?" Lydia turns in her seat to say to Jackson.
Allison's not really sure if she would call these group of people friends or not, so she just settles for them all knowing each other for one reason or another.
"Excuse those two losers in front of you, my name is Jackson Whittemore." He says bypassing Lydia's rhetorical question.
"Nice to meet you." She says turning to face him.
"You know I have to be crude for appearances sake." Allison hears Jackson say to Lydia before the teacher calls for the student's attention.
"That was a lot of nothing." Lydia sighs as she and Allison leave the classroom. Her hand instinctually grabs Allison's. She's about to let go when the taller girl says "It's okay."
Lydia stops walking and looks into her eyes. "Are you sure? This isn't making you uncomfortable or anything? I-I just have this need to touch or be close to you. I know it's real soon because I have officially known you for an hour and three minutes but you're different and-"Allison silences her rambling with a finger to her lips.
"It's fine. I promise that what you are feeling I'm feeling it too." She says with a smile.
Lydia looks like she's never been rendered speechless in her life, but instead of frowning she smiles back at Allison. "Good. You should meet me after school in the parking lot. I'll give you a ride and we talk more about what we talked about during our free period." She says before leading Allison to her next class.
Allison is a little nervous about their plans, but she can't wait for the rest of the school day to flyby so she could have her alone time with Lydia.