As we walked toward the front entrance, I heard a voice calling from across the parking lot. "Stiles!" I turned and saw a boy with dark hair and eyes heading our way. He wore an A&F sweatshirt, black skinny jeans, his backpack slung over his shoulder. As he caught up to us, Stiles turned to me, the breeze blowing his scent in my direction. I blinked, trying to clear my head. "Elektra, this is Scott. Scott, this is Elektra." He said, glancing over at him. I smiled, looking up at him- he was exceptionally tall. "I take it your on the lacrosse team?" I asked, seeing as that most guys that tend to be on the tall side play sports. "Co-captain." He said, reaching out his hand. I shook it welcomingly. "Cool." I said, letting go of his hand. "So Stiles- this is the girl you went on a-" Scott began. Stiles loudly cleared his throat, giving Scott a glare. I smiled to myself, heading for the door. Behind me, I heard Stiles saying "Really?" I suppressed the urge to laugh as a giggle bubbled past my lips. "Sorry." Scott said, and I couldn't resist looking back at them. As we walked inside, I noticed that they'd begun somewhat of a interesting conversation. "So, you okay now?" Stiles asked, concern labeling his voice. "Yeah. It's out of my system now, thanks to Deaton." He said. Stiles sighed, and suddenly I wondered what it was that they were talking about. "Maybe Allison should tell them to-" "It's not her fault." Scott said sternly. "I know. I'm just saying." Stiles said defensively. I thought for a moment. What the hell were they talking about? It sure as hell didn't sound like Scott had suffered from the common cold.

I pulled my schedule from my bag and looked down at the page to see that I stood nearly a few feet from my locker. "Looks like this is my stop." I said, turning to them and walking backwards. "Funny- our lockers just so happen to be not too far ahead." Stiles said. I smiled. Just then, I accidentally backed into someone. Damn it. I turned around and saw that it was the boy I'd been talking too yesterday- the one who'd pointed me toward the front office. "I'm, so Sorry." I said, looking up at him. He looked down at me for a moment with something in his eyes I couldn't really place. "It's okay." He said, his jaw clenching. He seemed extraordinarily pissed off. He stormed away, meeting up with a tall, dark haired boy I assumed was his friend. "What the hell was that about?" I muttered, as Stiles moved up next to me. "That's Jackson. He's uh… got some anger issues." He said. I glanced over at him, noticing a fearful look in his eyes. "Maybe someone needs to give the jerk a little reality check." I said, half-offering to be the one to do it. Once again I could feel the tug of the approaching full moon on my nerves, making me feel… testy. I clenched my fist for a moment, breathing deep until I had released my fist.

I moved up to my locker, shaking my head to myself, and opening it. Stiles moved up next to me, and once again his scent clouded my thoughts and raged me with lust. I groaned internally, wishing he would take me here and now. 'No you don't!' A chastising voice said in the back of my mind. "So, tonight at eight?" He asked. I nodded, giving what I hoped looked like an innocent smile. "Yeah, sure." I said. He smiled, giving a quick wave as he walked off in the other direction, Scott close behind. As he passed me, I caught his scent, and that's when I noticed it. It was different. Strange… off. It didn't seem completely human. Humans tended to have a basic under- coding that was then partially masked by their own individual scent. But Scott's scent seemed… off in it's base. I shook it out of my head, thinking it was most likely one of the mind games that came with the full moon's territory. I sighed, Putting the books I wouldn't need until after lunch in my locker.

After I had made it through an exceptionally boring English class, and an infuriatingly slow moving chemistry class, I headed to chemistry. With Stiles. As a lab partner. I couldn't stop the smile that slowly illuminated my face. As I walked in, I noticed Stiles already sitting at our table. I walked over to him and sat down, watching as the teacher spread beakers and measuring tools out on each of our tables, along with small vials of different colored liquids, and small glasses of water. "Okay class. Today we will be testing chemical reactions. You have each been given a concoction of different substances. Once you've mixed them together in the beaker, you're going to record to chemical reaction." Mr. Harris explained. He pulled out a timer and started the clock. "Begin." He said, moving behind his desk and pulling out a book.

As Stiles and I began the experiment, I pulled my notebook and a pen from my bag and started the conversation. "So, since you're refusing to tell me where you're taking me, I've begun to think that I'm going to end up on the side of a milk carton." I said, picking up the vial of red liquid. I glanced up at him to see a smirk on his face. "Well if I told you, it would ruin the surprise." He said. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Who's to say I like surprises?" I asked. He seemed at a loss for words, before finally saying. "Too bad." I glared at him, trying (and failing) at pushing back the smile that pulled the sides of my mouth up into a smile. "Jerk." I muttered, dumping the red vial into the water before Stiles dumped in the blue one. "No, that's Jackson." He said. I smiled. "What's with him, anyway? I accidentally bump into him and suddenly he's ready to tear my head off." Stiles looked over at me. "And just saying, I could take him." While the tone of my voice was playful, it was all too true. "Well, it might have something to do with the fact that he was adopted." He said, looking down at the beaker for a moment. "His mother died just before the doctors got to him- both his birth parents died in a car crash." Suddenly the cold casing around my heart began to melt. "Oh. I didn't know." I murmured, watching as the concoction began to fizzle. I wrote down the reaction and continued the conversation with Stiles. "It's not your fault- but it's not just one of those things you never really, get over either." Stiles said, opening the yellow vial and sniffing it, his face scrunching up at the smell of it. He poured it into the beaker, and we watched as the fizzle that had begun in the beaker died down due to the additive of the yellow concoction. I recorded the results and looked up at him for a moment, watching the movement of his eyelashes as he blinked.

I wanted him. Now. Even over the smell of whatever the hell was in the beaker, his scent wafted to me in pulsating waves that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and made the muscles in my stomach tighten. Oh god, I can't do this. Being this close to him, it was giving me a whole new kind of high… one I doubted I would come down from. I found myself letting my hand glide over to his leg, my semi-long finger nails tracing a pattern down to his knee. I looked up at him and saw that his whole body had gone tense, and rigid. His pulse pounded in his chest- loud, and clear. I saw exactly what he was thinking- crystal clear- in his eyes. He felt exactly what I was feeling, which seemed as if it should be impossible. After a moment of inner struggle, I managed to let my hand slide of the edge of his thigh and back onto the lab table. After that we continued the experiment in shared silence for a moment. At the end of class, I gathered my things and stood, the sound of the bell coming off as disorienting. "I'll see you tonight?" I asked. He smiled, standing up. "Sure thing." He said. I nodded, quickly hurrying out of the room. I made my way to the girls bathroom, thankful I was alone.

I splashed cold water on my face and looked at my reflection. My canines were slightly extended, and I could see specs of gold in the depths of my eyes. I blinked, taking deep breaths until I was sure that any sign of my true identity was gone. I dried my cheeks and forehead with a paper towel as a tall girl with dark hair and eyes walked into the bathroom. "Oh, I'm sorry-" She began. I shook my head. "No worries." She looked at me for a moment. "Allison." She said, holding out her hand. "Elektra." I said, shaking her hand. "Like the tragedy?" She asked. I grinned. "You must know Stiles." I said. She tilted her head in confusion. "Yeah, why?" "Cuz he said the exact same thing to me when I told him my name." I explained. She smiled as I let go of her hand. "Well, I hope he wasn't too blunt about it." I shook my head. "Na, I hear that a lot so." I shrugged, grabbing my bag. "Well, I'll see you around." I said with a smile. She smiled. "See ya." She called, as I headed out into the hall.

I made it to the end of the day without having an aneurism, thank god. When I got home, my mom had already gone to work- she worked as a guard at the prison- how cheery. I headed up stairs, deciding that since I had absolutely no clue where the hell we were going tonight, I would need to raid my closet until I found something that would suit any occasion. I figured it wasn't some five star restaurant given that that sort of thing tended to be reserved for more-personal "DATE" dates. But thankfully Scott would be with us- hopefully that would keep me from doing something I'd regret later. I turned on my radio, letting "I caught myself" by Paramore blare through the speakers. I pulled open my closet door and began searching for what I wanted to wear. After what felt like hours, I picked out three dresses- one was black, and long with a one shoulder strap. One was purple, and had an enormous cleavage zone. Then finally, there was the red one. It was a spaghetti strap that reached just to the middle of my thighs. I pulled out a black lather "half jacket", along with my red pumps. I smiled at the outfit, knowing that no matter where we went, I would be a bombshell. 'After what happened today, is that really a good idea?" I voice said in the back of my head. I told it to mind it's damn business.

I stepped into a hot shower, making it quick because I was short on time. Afterwards, I quickly towel dried off and gave myself a blowout with the blow-dryer. I got dressed and saw that it was already seven-fifty. I quickly put on a little bit of lip-gloss, along with my red, skull earrings. I checked myself in the mirror, noticing the very "Kim Kardashian" look that I got when I turned around in front of it. The dress was tight in the "hug every curve" kind of way. Just then I heard the doorbell go off. "Coming!" I called, grabbing my phone and sticking it in my pocket along with my house keys. I wrote my mom a note saying I had gone out- I wasn't sure what time she'd be back though, so I simply stuck it on the inside of the front door.

Upon opening the door, I saw Stiles and Scott standing on my porch. "Hi." I said, stepping in front of them- closing and locking the door behind me. I looked up to see Scott's eyebrows raised at my outfit- Stiles on the other hand, seemed as if his eyes might bust out of his head. "Um wow." He said, blinking momentarily. "It may be a little much for where we're going." Scott said. "Well, I can go change real quick-" I began, seeing a look of desperation appear in Stiles' eyes. "No!" He said excitedly. "I mean, you look fine. Really." He said. I smiled. "Okay. Shall we?" I asked. They nodded, as we all piled into Stiles' jeep.

We drove down a dark, wooded road for about fifteen minutes or so, until we came upon a clearing. It was night, and the nearly full moon was out, bright and clear. In the car, I caught wind of Scott's scent, and saw that once again, it was off. But I assumed it may have been due to the fact that tomorrow was the full moon, and mind games always came about the night before. As we stepped out of the car, we passed the clearing, and on the other side was a large, high angled cliff-side. The moonlight shown down on it, as it stood in the night, looking somehow like the rock itself was made of some sort of twinkling material. "Wow." I murmured, in awe at the sight in front of me. "This is amazing." I said, making my way up the rock-slab cliff-side. I sat down on the edge of the cliff, letting my legs hang over what must have been a fifty foot drop. I looked up at the moon shining down on me, watching how it glowed with a burning intensity. I could feel it's pull- feel it begging me to give in. Pleading with me in a silent fight to let my wolf have its way. But god only knows how bad things would get if I did.

"Yeah, it's kind of epic." Stiles said matter of factly. I sighed, lying back on the smooth rock and looking up at the stars surrounding the moon. Stiles laid down next to me, and his scent assaulted my nose in warm, delicious, enticing tendrils. It was pure and fiery, and I could feel it low in the pit of my stomach, as the moon grasped my self control, and yanked what little was left of it from me. Damn it, Stiles. I turned my head to look at him, watching the shadows that danced across his face. His eyes were brown, and magnified by the moonlight, making them seem nearly unreal. I wanted to touch him then. To caress his face and feel the electricity that burned just beneath his skin. It would be so easy- all I would have to do is reach up a hand… "So Scott, did you know that Elektra can sing." Stiles said, breaking both the silence, as well as my reverie. "Really?" Scott said. I propped myself up on my arm and glanced behind me, seeing that he sat a few feet away. "I guess…" I said, looking down for a moment so I wouldn't have to meet his eyes. "You guess? C'mon, you were phenomenal at the bar!" Stiles raved, punching the air with his fist. I rolled my eyes, still refusing to look up at either of them. "You guys went to a bar? How'd you get in?" Scott asked. Stiles made a scoffing noise, as if he were offended. "Your lack of faith in me hurts. Scott." He said, sitting up and looking back at him. Scott simply rolled his eyes at his melodrama. "Look, I'd better get going." Scott said, getting up from his seat. "But we just go here!" Stiles whined, and while whining was usually referred to as childish, I found it undeniably adorable. "I know, but Allison wants me to meet her at her house tonight." He said.

"UH! So you knew you wouldn't be able to stay long and you didn't say anything?" Stiles said, keeping up the act of seeming hurt. "Sorry, I didn't think it was that big a deal." Scott said matter of factly. "Well, I'm hurt- are you hurt?" Stiles said, turning and looking at me. I blinked, looking at him for a moment before simply lying back down on the cold surface of the cliff side. "Oh, you're a big help." He said, before averting his attention to Scott who was already leaving. "You're just gonna walk?" I called, sitting up for a moment. "I'll be fine. It's not too fat from here. I'll see you guys tomorrow." He called back, disappearing into the forest. I sighed, lying back down next to Stiles, who did the same. "It's beautiful here." I murmured, staring up at the night sky. "Yeah." He said, his voice sleepy and sounding as if he were drifting off to sleep. But when I glanced over a him he was in fact awake- wide awake. I sighed after a moment, eventually succumbing to the gaze of the moon. I could feel it all bubbling inside me- the lust. The hunger, to feel flesh under my finger tips. But with it came the urge to kill- an urge I had managed to bury, with all the strength that I had.

I turned to Stiles, laying on my side now. I ran a hand through my hair, watching as he turned his head to look at me. "You okay?" He asked softly, his voice honestly concerned. I nodded, staring into the depths of his beautiful brown eyes. After a moment, I ran my thumb along the length of his bottom lip, seeing them part slightly. I listened carefully past the forest sounds as his heartbeat sped up. I trailed my finger down the side of his neck, letting it stop at his collar bone. A small shiver went through me as he took my hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it softly. After a moment, I sat up, and so did he. I leaned in, letting my hand trail around to the back of his neck. His skin was soft, and warm. His blood was rushing hard, just beneath the surface. He let his forehead rest against mine for a moment, his lips just a hair away from mine. His breath washed over my face in warm, gentle waves. His scent was everywhere- all around me. I leaned in and let our lips meet, mine pressed gently between his. His hand moved to my waist, gliding up to my shoulder until his fingers tangled into my hair, pulling me to him. My chest was pressed against his, as I let one hand move to the collar of his shirt, gripping it tightly while the other rested on the back of his neck. His lips felt incredible against mine- better than anything I could have ever fantasized about- anything I could have imagined. And behind my closed eyelids, it was like fireworks- supernovas.