"What?"

I picked my bag off the floor and slung it over my shoulder, ignoring how tangled I currently was. My curls were being yanked from the bag shoulder strap plus my long trench coat had been bunched up by the bag as well. His eyes dropped down to the exposure of skin before quickly- very quickly, looking back at my face. "You asked if I wanted to be escorted, and I declined. That's how an offer works here in California right?"

He swelled his cheeks, trying to find an equally sarcastic retort but instead just blew air out of his cheeks. My brow twitched and I waited for a second longer for his response before walking down the aisle and quickly exiting the room, trying to escape him. But instead, he just pushed his way up to me. Despite having such acute hearing, it was almost too easy to space him out. "Please trip," I whispered, noticing that his shoes were untied.

"C'mon, how are you gonna find your class if you're not even looking at your schedule paper? Just let me help you!" He went to grab my paper and I shoved it into my coat pocket, stopping as he lightly glared at me. "You're being stubborn." He pouted.

"Don't like it, go away." I blew into his face before turning into my class. Chemistry with Mr. A Harris. I immediately noted the light stench, thanks to the windows all be open. It churned my stomach, burned the back of my throat and made my eyes water.

"Well too bad, this is my class too." Stiles blew a raspberry in my face as he walked ahead. Annoyed, I glared at the back of his head but locked gazes with a boy who sat a way back. He was glowing, his aura was muddy and disoriented. My sobriety was questioned when looking at him, the edges of my sight blurred and my head felt heavy. He seemed to feel this too, the repellant-like nature of our presences. I wanted to be a thousand miles away from him.

His eyes began to glow a bright gold. He was a beta- hence the bite. He hasn't experienced his first moon either. Usually the bitten ones take kill on their first moon- Mom says from lack of control, I say different. Either way, he fucking reeked of- "Oh my god!" I was so numbed by the wolf's presence I didn't realize what was happening till Stiles' hand neared my face. Out of reflex, I gripped his wrist defensively, ready to break it till- "that's a lot of blood." And "Her nose is bleeding!" I grabbed the tissue out of his hands and to my nose, the thin paper quickly dissolved and I panicked.

There was a loud retch and I knew it was the wolf boy, he stood up and bolted out the room. "Stilinski, take her to the nurse." Mr. Harris waved us off annoyed from the whole fiasco. This wasn't how I wanted my first day to go. "And get the janitor in here!"

"Oh fuck." I felt faint and my head dropped onto his shoulder. "You fucking werewolves and your stench, you're impulsive and bigheaded assholes." I was just going off in both my native languages, Stiles seemed to find it funny, and I could taste his enjoyment. We were let into the nurse's office, where he sat me on a cot. He wasn't grinning but his presence and my discomfort was making me further angry. "I'm so glad this is fucking great for you, you bald headed-"I choked as my throat tightened. My discomfort was climbing throughout my body, spiking up a hunger I hadn't felt in weeks. Needles and pricks were filling every inch of my body. My tongue swelled for food and my mouth filled with salvia.

I clamped by jaw shut, my teeth caps cracked under the pressure, but I was so- hungry.

Stiles aura was full, even and healthily glowing. I kept my gaze on the floor, though. Lycans and their sub species weren't the only ones whose eyes glowed or burned or glistened. Other creatures of the night were just a cursed with such a flaw. How can we possibly attempt to fit into a society when our eyes change so abnormally? My stomach clenched and I cried out, hugging myself tightly.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" The nurse stood next to me, "I can call your mother." She offered and I nodded. "It's listed down that you take…", I could hear her shuffle her paper a little.

"It's just iron tablets and vitamins," I answered as calmly as I could. "My mother and I have a special family doctor, she's not going to be listed down to any hospital or Pharmacy." My patience was ticking away. I wasn't allowed to have any sort of drug on me, the principle made that painfully clear in our meeting earlier in the morning. So they were handed off to the nurse for "safe keeps".

"Well," She shuffled through her papers again, "I'll be right back with them." She left the small room and back into her actual office cube.

My stomach clenched tighter and I hissed, swallowing one of my caps. I felt it slide down my esophagus and break further under the pressure. Not satisfied, my body seemed to snap at me and I sat up swiftly, my hands clamping onto the metal beam of the cot. Taking a deep breath, I looked at Stiles, who had been on his phone.

A deep throaty clicking sound, a pur actually, left my throat and grabbed his attention. "What the fu-"I flickered to him, closing the yard of space between us. His aura was being drawn into me, every inch of my body from my hair to my pores opened up to him. I pressed my mouth against his neck, my moans vibrated into his shirt. His energy was delicious, absolutely amazing.

I grabbed his face, looking at him with a grin. "Mm-Mi-" His lips mumbled, his eyes were wide with a mix of fear and awe. "Y-yo..ey-es." I chucked, pulling his lips into mine. There would never be words to explain the utter pleasure of soul absorption. It was like sex intensified by 10. He tasted like cranberries, tart but sweet.

"Sorry for the wait- so many kids with the last name staring with B!" My eyes snapped open and I let him go, more than quick enough to beat the 3 seconds it took for her to get back into the cot room. I sat with my hands folded in my lap, "Oh the blood stopped." She cheered, giving me a big smile, one I easily returned back.

I looked at Stiles, he completely slumped. Just barely standing with a large grin on his droopy eyed face. I hadn't taken too much energy, just enough to stop the nose bleed and to make me feel better again. "Stiles you can leave." The nurse shooed him, and he let out a deep groan as if he was speaking but his lips were too glued into that goofy grin. "Stiles!" The nurse snapped her fingers and he looked away from me and dragged his gaze to the nurse.

"Okay." He hummed, walking back without turning for a few steps only to sharply turn and smack right into the corner of a metal cabinet set. He immediately dropped his head down between his knees, groaning loudly and more clearly. The impact defiantly cleared his head of my control. Hopefully, he wouldn't remember most of what happened, I wasn't sure if he even knew about his friend yet.

"Can I have some ice please?"

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I avoided Stiles gaze. The entire 15 minutes I was given to rest, he stared at me intensely. I waited to shoot him down but he kept his mouth oddly closed. "Moira." I stood up, cleaned up and now stronger. She handed me a pass to which I thanked her, before turning to grab my scarf when I noticed the two large dents in the metal frame of the cot. In both were 5 grooves, outlines of my fingers.

I glanced at Stiles, realizing that's probably what he was staring at. He was probably watching me dent the fucking cot. "I…" There was nothing to say, nothing that would convince him but keep the nurse still oblivious to what really happened. Turning, I just quickly left the room, I didn't need to put myself through so much stress. If Stiles became a problem, I'd just take ALL of his soul and make him my slave for the rest of his life.

Easier said than done but whatever.

"Ew." I failed to notice Lydia standing off at her locker, "You're trench is totally ruined. Not saying it should even exist in the first place." She scanned my coat again before looking up at me, a smug smile on her lips. I kept my face straight, without emotion and her smirk twitched. "Anyway, so Allison and I are going to the lacrosse tryouts after school, you should join us." It wasn't a question, it was as if she was telling me that I should. I noticed she eased up slightly, now not seeing me as a threat.

"No thanks," I smiled politely, going to move around her but she chuckled. It hit a nerve, a few actually. Mostly the fact that I, a force of damn nature was being squared up by an ignorant little gir- no. "I'm not sure if this hasn't processed through your head yet." She was something else. Not…a creature..a witch maybe? "But I'm not intimidated by you."

She laughed again, "This is the part where you create a 15-second speech about how the social constructs of high school are weak and that I'm a bitchy mean girl because I do have a class to attend." She kept her glossed smile and I kept mine. I stepped closer, and her brow raised, defiantly unsure on what my next move was.

"Then go." She glared at me, knowing that she'd have to go back to class. Huffing slightly, she turned slightly, posing almost before she strutted back down the hall. "Oh and Lydia?" She paused, looking back at me. I slipped my trench coat off and she glared. "Don't be fooled by me, your boyfriend won't be the first one I've taken."

Her lips parted in a snarl almost, "Lydia c'mon, I got a class to teach!" A teacher poked his head from the class and she closed her mouth, an agitated look of rage stained her face. I waved before continuing my walk to my locker. This was all too cliché, but hey.

No fun makes a Beauchamp very dull.

I turned into a bathroom, placing my trench on the sink as I looked myself in the mirror. "I like your boots." Some girl commented as she left the bathroom, leaving me no time to thank her. My outfit was simple, actually, all my materialistic values were pretty minimal. A long sleeved black body-con dress with black thigh high heeled boots. Simple, sleek and fed my need for the minimalist look. Taking out a hair claw, I pinned my curls back, the lack of hair made my neck look longer.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my coat and walked back to class. I was definitely feeling better than I was almost 30 minutes ago, I hadn't been able to eat like that in weeks. Human food is nice but it only satisfies the taste buds, barely affects my stomach. "Very nice to have you back Miss. Beauchamp." Why do all these teachers have a damn attitude? "Take your seat next to your stuff." He pointed to the near front, where another girl sat.

I avoided everyone's gazes, especially Stiles. I could hear a few mummers about the length of my dress, the height of my boots, and my stained trench coat. Damn I should have put this in my locker. I sighed, sitting down swiftly, without a sound. "Hey." The girl slid me a bunch of papers, each with my name written neatly on the top. "I filled out some of the answers for you since you were gone."

I smiled, "Thank you, how could I repay you?" I asked and she made a face, obviously humored by it. "Let me pay fo-"Mr. Harris cleared his throat and I rolled my eyes before giving him my undivided attention. Chemistry wasn't my strong suit, but it also wasn't exactly hard. Academics were heavily enforced in my family and held especially high and close to us. Being inhumanly beautiful with inhumanly enhanced traits could only be used to its fullest potential if you were at least on par with human intelligence.

"Look I know you aren't human." I could hear Stiles speak lowly, as if he knew I'd be able to hear him. "Unless you are and you like, are super strong and I'm just over here talking to myself because you can't hear me." I forced a yawn, just trying to seem casual. He sighed, "But I saw you dent that cot, and it was super cool and kinda scary." So he doesn't remember the kiss!

A weight was lifted off my shoulder and I held in a chuckle, no longer listening to him ramble to himself but not exactly listening to Mr. Harris ramble the hell on about his disappointments within his teaching years. The girl next to me, whose name I learned was Caprice, invited me to seat with her at her table to which I very thankfully accepted.

She was pretty smart actually, answering the questions on the 'What I know' pretest sheet rather than listen to him babble. I finished it with ease, making sure to answer a few questions slightly wrong so I wouldn't draw attention to myself. I liked her simple fashion too, though it had more color than I'd usually wear. She wore a floral camisole with a soft purple cardigan and ripped denim. Her dark hair was straightened and brushed into a low side pony tail. Very simple and cute.

The bell rang and she straightened up, "Hey are you doing anything during your free period- I write for the school paper and I have to write about the lacrosse team." The annoyance in her tone made me smile slightly. "I could use the company?" She said in a singsong type voice, dancing a little and I laughed. "This could be your repayment!"

"You got me there." We both chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I'll meet you at the bleachers?" We both continued to talk a little more as we left till Stiles interrupted me. "I catch up with," I promised and Caprice nodded before walking off.

"Hanging out with Caprice?" Stiles asked, "She's pretty nice, so now let's talk about something a little more important." He cut in front of me. "Are you taking steroids?" He whispered and I raised my eyebrow. "I mean, you're not muscular or anything- and you're not manly. You're actually really…beautiful-" He seemed to snap out of his gaze, "but what you did to that cot was…"

"Inhuman?" I asked with a smirk. "Unnatural?" I added and he nodded, a little perplexed with where I was taking our conversation. "Or maybe a little…supernatural?" I let my one uncapped fang bare through the smirk and he gasped. "Don't worry mon cheri, qui vivra verra." I stepped around him, leaving him to gather himself.

If this all goes along, he'll think I'm the one who bit the wolf boy, or at least a werewolf. Until then, I can make judgement on if I can trust him. And then maybe I can figure out who knows more about The Hills than what the humans do.

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"Look who's here." I heard Lydia say more to herself than Allison. I purposively didn't look their way, successful as seeming casually concentrated on the actual practice- though it hadn't even started yet. Some of the guys were still putting on their equipment, some walking onto the field. Caprice was making her way around the field, taking pictures at different angles.

"Greenburg damnit!" The coach yelled. I watched in slow motion as the ball made its way to the bleachers, probably would have hit me had I not caught it. It didn't hurt, I only felt it because I knew it was in my hand. There was a moment of silence as the people who saw, processed in their heads what had happened.

Jackson, the one who hurled the ball at Greenburg (who obviously didn't catch it) jogged over to where I was standing. Taking his helmet off, I could see his baffled facial expression. Both of us knew I probably shouldn't have been able to catch the ball, and even if I did, it would have hurt my hand like hell. "You okay?" He asked and I tossed him the ball. He glanced at my hand for a moment. "You play softball or something? That catch was…wicked." Astonishment finally flourished onto his face.

"I play a little bit of everything," I smiled slightly and he did too, impressed. I glanced at Lydia, who was talking to Allison, both of them staring at Scott. "If you ever wanna practice together, you do know my class schedule." He nodded, toying with the idea. "That is unless you're scared of me being better than you." Bing bada boom. Easy as that.

He laughed, "Fine, I'll take you on that offer. There's a party on Friday..." Both of us walked along the side lines and I shrugged, " You should go."

"Maybe I will." I smiled with my lips closed, "You should get back, your team is waiting." I pointed to the players, all of them finally on the field, who were mostly watching us. I turned and began walking to the bleachers, smiling at Lydia who glared down at me.

My phone buzzed and I dug it quickly out of my pocket, know it had to be my mother. "Hello?"

"How many?" She asked and I turned around, scanning the field as my eyes landed on Scott.

"Just one so far, but there have to be at least 2 others."

"They found Laura Hale last night, can't be her. Peter is still paralyzed-" I had no idea what she was talking about, though I wasn't surprised she knew so much and was telling me so little. My mother was so empathic that she gained facts from people's emotions, like names, dates, locations. Imagine growing up with a mom who always knew when you stole a cookie. "Sorry Molly, I'm rambling again. Well, if he's fresh bitten and at school, I'm guessing he's not exactly a threat right now huh?" She asked.

"No ma'am. Though, he might be a problem in the future." I watched as Scott was able to catch all the shots thrown at the goal, my attention grabbed when Stiles began to holler and clap for his best friend who successfully was able to catch even Jackson's throw.

Behind me, I heard Lydia especially cheer, to which earned a hypocritical glare from Jackson.

She sighed, "There's always problems in the future. Anyway, so I was thinking maybe I'd make a pie, but I know you don't like pie, so maybe some muffins. Blueberry or- actually, let's wait to have blueberries for when both of us are stressed. How about chocolate! I have a feeling both of us achieved something today." I could feel her smile through the phone. This was exactly what I was talking about.

"That sounds delightful mother." I gave her a calm and appreciative tone. She giggled before hanging up and I placed my phone in my pocket, my nostrils flared as I could smell another werewolf. He was older, and he was watching.

I looked around slightly before sitting, "Got some good shots actually." Caprice sat next to me, tucking her camera away. "Everything okay?" She asked pointing to my hand and I laughed.

"More than you know."

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This chapter is 3K+ words and I'm very proud of it. I'm going to try to have each episode fit into 1 or 2 chapters at most. Also, unless it's a cliff hanger, I probably won't post a chapter if it's less than 1,500 words (not including any side notes that I may add). I'm sliding into the process of moving, I have some AP school work to finish for this up coming school year (finally a senior!), and I'm very weakly searching for a job/internship so I'm gonna be updating once every other week (at the minimum.)

Also, just to talk about this chapter, etc.

When I see imagine Moira, I imagine Aaliyah off The Queen of the Damned. Beautiful bronze skin and seafoam green eyes. Not to mention her beauty and the mouth structure (that weirdly beautiful slight overbite that actors get from having the fangs implanted).

qui vivra verra. Means "he/she who lives, shall see" which is basically, "the future will tell."

Caprice isn't exactly an OC character, she was the girl in the first episode who said: "new girl is here all of 3 seconds and already hanging out with Lydia Martin's clique.". Basically, when Scott was using his new hearing to listen to Allison lie and say she couldn't go the party on Friday.

I have selected what wonderful creature of the night Moira is (if you haven't already guessed it) and when she feeds, it doesn't hurt the 'food' unless she very purposively kills it. Even without a soul, a human can still live. It's like she's giving them a lobotomy:/ I guess. But, as long as she consumes all of the soul, the person very much becomes like a voluntary muscle and moves as she wishes them to.

No pairing has been decided. I'm thinking to switch it up, I could have Moira and Allison/Lydia explore themselves (if you know what I mean). I'm not going to do her and Derek, she's a minor. But other than that, idk man:/

And lastly, hope you enjoy. I'm always looking for a good fanfic to read, so feel free to send me links to yours or your favorites!