Chapter 3: Power and Control

I walked at a slow pace, not wanting to fall as I walked down the incline. Beacon Hills High was in the middle of the city like town. And since I lived far out by the Preserve, it wasn't exactly easy to walk from home to school and vice versa. But there were hella shortcuts. And cutting through the Preserve created not only a nice idyllic scenery but it helps me unload a lot of the shit I go through within the day. It's all in the trees, they soak up so much.

The wind felt good against my face, it eased my brain which to be honestly worked like a muscle in my opinion. It flexed and stretched when I feed or exerted energy into different planes, and since I have so little control over it right now, I do most of it during my hours of rest. 8 hours of school, 2-4 hours dedicated to homework, 3 hours to my daily chores and training, leaving 9 hours to dose off into sleep to be conscious-

A combination of my ears twitching and stomach dropping made me stop. "Oh." I barely had processed the fact that I almost walked straight into a ditch before I watched Wolfboy ride right into it only about 10 feet from me. He flipped over his bike, landing on his feet and catching his bike in one solid move. It wasn't exactly graceful but still was inhumane and uncanny to the ignorant eye.

To me, it was an ill practiced circus trick.

He blinked, still processing what he just did before our gazes met. He opened his mouth as if he was going to attempt to explain what he just did but he was completely baffled. I could only image his face when he wakes up after his first kill. I didn't bother to help him instead I turned and continued my way through the preserve with still 20 minutes left till school officially started.

I was careful to stay casual as I walked around the ditch that was until I was sure I was out of his view. Now with the terrain not so steep, I walked faster which was almost at the speed of a runner's sprint. I whizzed past trees, their branches hitting my face and pulling my hair, taking bits of stress as they did.

I stopped when my stomach wrenched. I placed my hands over my face, trying to ease myself by rubbing my temples as I turned the scent into an image.

Male, white, 23, wolf, beta, blue-eyes, wolf, born not bitten, Scott but not Scott but with Scott, fire, fire fIRE FIRE-

I sucked in a deep breath, not taking in any more of the scent as I moved as quickly as I could, traveling above the trees this time. There was a lot more here than just an alpha recruiting people for his pack. Lydia passed through my head, she was human but she was different. Not like me and definitely not like Scott.

I dropped from the trees to the ground, already sure that no one had spotted me on the empty street. I was only a few blocked away from the school now, barely a 5-minute walk. I checked my heels, making sure they were still clean and nice before I began to walk again.

Scott was a werewolf, though I wasn't sure he realized the turn his life just took, he was one. Stiles was human. And despite the origin of her last name, Allison was with Scott but at any rate- she was still very human. I knew of her family's background, but her muscle definition, clumsiness, and mediocre coordination skills made it obvious that she wasn't a hunter. Jackson was human. Caprice was human. All of the lacrosse team was human (besides Scott).

"Aren't you cold?" I turned around to be met with Allison. She pointed to my lack of a jacket or sleeves at that point. She wore a more weather appropriate outfit, tugging her jacket closer to her body as another breeze passed through. A shiver ran up her body and I laughed.

Taking a step closer, I took a strand of her hand within my finger, twirling it. Staring deep into my eyes, her smile falter but a blush sprinkled across her face. "You're so cute Allison," I smiled slowly, "worrying about me and all." A chuckle purred through my lips as I pushed her hair out of her face. She smiled, looking bashfully down at the ground. She was gorgeous, her bone structure was strong like her mother's but she had soft eyes- like her father.

I pulled back as I sensed Lydia was near, "Goodmorning." She said confidently and to the both of us. Allison smiled at her, softly greeting her. I turned my attention to Lydia, acknowledging her before she continued to talk. "So-," Lydia and I were a lot alike when it came to our intelligence and take charge leadership qualities. She used her social power and acute sense of bitchiness to get what she wanted out of people. While I had my own little tricks of manipulation, power and control were my forte. But our usual small clashing and slight bicker was hella entertaining to the both of us, I think Jackson got off on it too. " and yeah, are you guys going?"

"Yeah, I convinced my parent's to skip family game night so I'm free," I smiled inwardly at her little lie. "I'm going with Scott." She added and I held the nerve to roll my eyes because Lydia did it for me. "What!" She exclaimed defensively, "You said it yourself, he's cute."

"Puppies are cute." I interjected, "Scott McCall isn't cute. You don't fuck cute." Allison gasped, holding her laughter as Lydia smirked, agreeing with my humor. "Now he's not, Jackson, but he's more than just cute." Lydia clicked her tongue, fully agreeing with me as this time Allison rolled her eyes.

"Difference between Jackson and Scott- Scott's sweet and nice," Allison stated confidently.

"Yeah, but do you know what they say about nice guys." I adjusted my bag, stepping closer to Allison as I heard Jackson parking his car. "They finish last." Lydia finished for me as we all turned to face Jackson, but my eyes caught onto Scott, who had listened to the entire conversation from the bike rack. I winked at him causing him to look away for a minute.

"So we all have dates to the party then?" Lydia asked, which was just a backhanded question to me. I shrugged, unbothered.

"I don't like to go to parties with dates." I pushed my hair off my shoulder. "I always seem to leave with someone body else."

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It was easy to see the position I gave myself in this school, the crowds parted like the seas did for Islam. They knew who I was but didn't know me. "Hey," Caprice greeted as she walked past before scolding the two people around her, "The paper is being published tomorrow and this is all you have!" I laughed, shaking my head as I continued my journey to my class.

The entire week had been almost uneventful between the occasional want to vomit when passing Scott, smelling almost 2 or 3 different wolf scents in the forest, Stiles somehow avoiding yet stalking me and of course my relentless flirting with my entire new circle of friends. Especially Allison, there was something a little sexy about seeking out the hunter's daughter that turned me on so much- not to mention the possible competition between the little wolf boy and me.

"Good morning Stiles," I said huskily as I sat down in my seat. He mumbled a greeting back but kept his face forward. I giggled, resting my chin on my palm and staring at him intensely. "Good morning," I paused before saying Stiles entire name. His eyes went wide and he looked at me, completely in shock.

"Moira how about you start us off by reading your entire essay to us." The teacher smirked as if it were supposed to be a punishment of sorts. Smiling, I plucked my essay out of his hands and turned to the class. All their eyes met with mine, and I took a moment to make sure of that before I began. I analyzed the piece The Bride of Corinth by Goethe, seeing it was a famous piece of Vampire literature and the irony would simply either amuse or further perplex Stiles.

I kept my eyes on Stiles, the entire population of the room hazed to just the colors of their auras as I did. We kept our eye contact but he fought me, and we continued our little game of push and shove.

"From my grave to wander I am forced

Still to seek the God's long sever'd link,

Still to love the bridegroom I have lost,

And the lifeblood of his heart to drink."

I finished and both Stiles and I looked away when someone's head hit their desk. The loud bang seemed to barely snap the class out of its trance. I swallowed, unsure how exactly to handle the situation as I didn't want to sedate the entire class, just play with Stiles. Clearing my throat, I very loudly shuffled my papers before handing them to the teacher, who just stared at me before taking them. "Thank you." He trailed, blinking a few times before going to sit down.

I held in a laugh as I went to my seat, some people craning their necks to continue looking at me. I glanced at Stiles, and he had been glancing at me too. I could tell he wasn't exactly amused, I guess I did overdo it a bit, but this wasn't my intention.

Pushing my textbook off my desk and onto the floor seemed to shake a few people, the teacher being one as he snapped up. "Greenburg!" He snapped, "Keep your eyes to the front of the class!"

Not that I didn't expect it, but once the bell was rung, Stiles was quick to leave, almost tripping over his feet as he raced out the door. I laughed, shuffling my things into my bag before standing. "M-Moira." I turned around to greet Erica, she looked a little ill but I ignored her appearance. "I really enjoyed your reading."

I chuckled, "Really?"

Her smile faltered at my tone and she began to play with the end of her hair, twisting it with her fingers rapidly. That particular strand was frayed and damaged from her messing with it so much, which probably was a helping factor to her acne. "Yes!" She said defensively but yet still timidly. I turned around fully, stepping closer to her which seemed to make her uneasy. As if I were going to hit her.

Taking the strand of her hair out of her fingers, I twirled it lightly. "Are you ill Erica?" I asked in a concerned authoritative tone. "You shouldn't have come to school if you are," I grabbed her chin lightly, staring deep into her eyes. She was an epileptic and as far as I could get, she hated it with all her being. A blush spread hot across her face before she pulled back.

"I'm fine."

"Are you?" I retorted and she stared at me, confused. Putting my bag strap on my shoulder, I turned to leave. "See you tomorrow!" I fully intended on playing a mind game with her but the last thing I needed was to be responsible for some girl's seizure.

The rest of my day went smoothly, I kept to myself a little bit, not wanting Enlgish class to happen again. I'd have to talk to mom about that, especially since Stiles was able to fight it off. Maybe his body built up a slight resistance to me. "Let me drive you home." Jackson insisted and I shook my head.

"Moira just get your ass in the car," Lydia smirked as she walked from behind Jackson, I turned my attention from Jackson to Lydia. "I know your feet have got to be aching from those heels- which by the way, are absolutely killer."

"Thanks but I'm used to it." I lied, my feet were fine, though. It would take more than platform wedges to kill me. "Au Revoir" I kissed Jackson on the check before moving to Lydia, who moved in for the same but I pressed my lips against hers. Her eyes went wide and she pulled back, "Adios."

I laughed to myself as I felt their eyes on me, god this was too much fun. I could hear Jackson say, "that was hot," and Lydia telling him to shut up as they got into the car, but someone was still watching me. Intensely too. They stood downhill, out of the wind. Smart.

I wasn't afraid, it was bright as hell outside and the streets were pretty populated. I had been analyzing each pair of footsteps behind me, recognizing that there were about 20 people behind me, all moving from cars to stores and stores to their cars, some students were walking home as well. As I continued to walk, I took note of which footsteps continued with me and as I got closer to my house, there was only one.

"Are you going to follow me to my house?" I said, knowing they'd hear me. "I mean, it's not like you probably don't already know where I live. You wolves and you're stalking skills aren't exactly secret." I mused. But he didn't answer, so I turned around to find no one there. But he was still here.

"Just don't get in my way." I heard him say and I laughed.

"Don't act so pretentious." I licked my lips, tasting his scent. It was that man again, the one I smelled from earlier. "You'd be foolish to think you were a threat to me." I giggled as my ear twitched and I stepped forward before turning, meeting the gaze of another underwear model type man. "Don't make a scene Hale. Unless you want your ass beat." I half taunted and yet half threatened. He raised his brow, "Don't you know, "I reached into my trench coat pocket and picked out small roll on perfume glass.

His lip twitched into a scowl as he eyed the wolfsbane label. "I always leave the house carrying." I turned off the cap, dabbing my wrists with it before capping it. I didn't need wolfsbane to kill him, Betas are worth only half my time. I was faster, stronger and not distracted by things such as bright lights and the moon. If he wanted to find out, he knew where I lived.

"Just don't get in my way." He repeated and I rolled my eyes.

"Then get out of mine." I began to walk, brushing into him which caused him to grab my elbow. I paused, glancing at him. His eyes were glowing and his nostrils were flared. Between the wolfsbane and my scent, he was probably having a hard time trying to keep up the tough boy act. I pulled my arm out of his grip easily before walking again. "If I were you, I wouldn't get on my bad side seeing how I'm not the one haunting your family down."

I heard him growl before he took off and my walk went back to its normal atmosphere. I could see my mother in the lawn gardening, our neighbor watched her from her kitchen window, gossiping over the phone to the neighbor across from us. "She's gardening in January, isn't that just a little strange? Nothing is going to bloom right!"

"Lisa would you just cook your meatloaf." Mrs. Hofferman laughed, I could hear her type away on her laptop. Both of them were basically housewives, except at least Mrs. Hofferman had the dream to further her journey as an author while Lisa Brigs literally has been watching my house for the past week.

"Oh, crap-"Just then I could hear the fire alarm go off and Mrs. Hofferman laughing before hanging up.

"Good evening dear!" My mother called out to me. She threw seeds onto the plant life consuming the side of our house, she whispered something before throwing more seeds, causing them to bloom almost immediately.

"I see Aunt Parish gave you little mojo huh," I said and she laughed, her thick black curls seemed like a blanket draped on her back. My mother was attractive, to say the least, she had an oval face framed by her thick hair. She usually painted her full lips with deep red lipstick, contracting against her beautiful dark skin. Her eyes were big and large, and like mine, they were a green though they seemed teal almost. She was tall, lanky almost with obvious muscle definition from years of working with Grand-mere on their farm land. Her fingers were long and as she got older, the bonier got. Like a true textbook witch.

"She didn't feel right letting us move here without sending a little protection." She said in a hasty tone and I laughed, "What are you standing there for child, come give your mother a kiss." Rolling my eyes playfully, I walked across the lawn and embraced my mother in a hug, kissing her cheek as she planted a stained kiss on my forehead.

"There's some pates on the table." She smacked my butt, sending me off. "The next time one of those mongrels touches you, you kick its ass." She yelled and I saluted to her in affirmation. She really was gardening, though, I could see she placed down a mulch and placed other seeds down. But she let the bane grow freely, it almost replaced the grass. Our porch was riddled with little touches of our old home, wind chimes and charms, we even dressed one of the lawn chairs in the Haitian blankets we got as gifts from family friends.

The inside was quite big for just the two of us but it was the space that we loved. I'm not sure why she specifically picked Beacon Hills, though I'm sure it had something to do with the supernatural ties, but I couldn't complain about the house. I moved to the large kitchen, grabbing at least 4 pates off the plate before sitting down.

"Moman!" I called my mom a couple of times until she huffed and walked around to the kitchen side door and popped in.

"Que!" She screamed, "What do you want child."

"There's a party tonight." I pouted, "Can I go? Please? Please Moman, Please Mom, Please Mommy, PLEASE MOTHER!" I whined and she rolled her eyes, "Thanks, Mom." I shoved the last of my pate into my mouth before dusting the crumbs off my hands and into the sink.

"So annoying that one." I laughed as I heard my mom mutter to herself.

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I looked at myself in the mirror, eyeing my outfit. It wasn't extravagant, tonight was the full moon and if Wolfboy was going then so was another annoyance. Which meant if Scott was going to go crazy, I didn't want my best outfits getting ruined, so I sported high-waisted jeans and a halter crop top, over I'd wear a shawl (all black of course). My hair was braided into 3 large goddess braids.

"A little bald boy has been parked outside for the past 10 minutes, is he your ride?" Mom poked her head into the room. "He's a little paler than what you sually go for..." I laughed, turning to my closet to get my shawl. "And he thinks you're a Lycan."

"Good," I said promptly. "His best friend is one and I want to test his loyalties. He can use it against me if I could just as easily use his best friend against them both. I want to see how much they know about anything, which isn't a lot since Wolfboy refuses to believe he's a Lycan." There wasn't a point in not telling her. My plan wasn't solid, anything could go wrong or right, but either way it did go- I knew it wouldn't fall back on me. Though I did refrain from telling her about the nurse incident, which I kept to the far back of my mind. "And everyone in this town is paler than what I usually go for."

"True to that." She gave me a kiss before leaving back to her room. I slipped my shoes on, black puma running sneakers. I went out the back door, flashing to Stiles' passenger door before he could finish reciting the script in his head.

"Hey, Stiles." I opened his door, ignoring the slight scream from the scare. "So what's up?" I turned to him and he just stared at me, wide-eyed and breathing heavy. "I'll give you a minute to recover." I nodded, adjusting the car seat to get comfortable.

"Look, I know you're like Scott. Like, better but you're like Scott." He started his car, "But tonight is the full moon and if he's actually a werewolf then... I just figured…you know-"

"That I'd know how to control the situation and disarm him." I finished his sentence. "Yeah I guess I could. So, how much Google searching did you do to come to the conclusion of werewolf?"

Stiles rubbed his eyes, "I haven't slept since yesterday if that's what you're asking." He kept a sarcastic humor in his tone, though. "So like,-"

"What's your plan, Stiles?" I asked nonchalantly, "Your best friend is a ticking time bomb-"

"Wait, you don't have a plan?" Stiles asked me and I looked at him.

"What makes you think that Scott is my responsibility?" I asked, "Scott is his own person, even on a full moon." Stiles' gaze turned into a glare. "You better fix your face before I fix it for you." I threatened but kept my voice calm and pleasant. He turned his head from me and focused on the road.

"It's not fair."

"Yeah well life isn't." I retorted and Stiles balled his fists, which made me laugh. "Look Stilinski, if you want to help your friend then you should have either killed him or locked him away so that tonight he wouldn't be in a populated place." He opened his mouth but I cut him off, "But I understand that Scott is slow, he's ignorant and obviously thinking with his dick more than his head because a normal person would have gone to the doctors."

"Right?"

"So all you can do is support him in hopes that all of this is just wish that a fairy granted to make him amazing and not a werewolf." I paused. "So tonight, when he feels it- and to god he will- maybe he won't be so bigheaded anymore." Silence gripped the car as we drove for a few more minutes.

"Sooooo… that's your plan?" He asked parking his car and I gritted my teeth through a slight smile.

"I also plan on having sex with Allison once Scott flees, wanna join?" I smiled at him and he began to choke on the gum he just put in his mouth. Giggling, I left him there to recover by himself as I entered the party.

I could hear the music and chatter from the down the street and I had to adjust to the music level before I actually entered the property. Blocking out unneeded conversation, footsteps, lip smacking and etc, I eased my way through the house and to Lydia's backyard. "Hey!" I poked Allison's butt and she turned around, a smile on her face when she realized it was me.

"Jesus, how aren't you cold?" She asked, her eyes dragged up my outfit for a few moment.

"Allison, are you checking me out?" I teased and she laughed, blushing madly. Without heels on, she was almost 2 inches taller than me but of course tonight she wore heels, making her damn near 8 inches taller. "It's okay because," I pulled her close, raising to my tippy toes to meet her ear. "You're butt looks so cute in those jeans."

Past her, I was able to spot Scott and past him Hale. "your puppy is here," I said, grabbing her hands and turning her around to him. My attention was pulled to how fast Derek moved around the area without being caught. He obviously looked way too old to be here and I didn't smell alcohol so how has no one come to the conclusion that; Hey, we have a predator here!

I left Allison to Scott, trying to focus on Hale but it was difficult with all the moving bodies. "Gotcha." I grabbed onto his arm, pulling him into me. Thank god Mom gave me something to ease the stomach tremors around these mongrels. "Aren't you a little old to be here?"

He rolled his eyes and didn't dance but it didn't stop me from dancing. I grabbed his hands, noting how rough they were and I began to dance as best as I could do the shitty techno music these kids were playing. "You think this is game?" He said and I raised our hands up, twirling twice before stepping back and then dancing back into him.

"Life is just a game when you're gifted like me." I looked up at him in spite before throwing my fist to punch him in the face, finally he moved and caught my fist. And so our dance began, with me throwing weak punches and him catching them. "What's your deal?" I moved from around him, light on my feet as I avoided his hands, twirling around him.

"He's gonna help me." He said simply.

"Well you're not the alpha so," That seemed to hit a nerve and he grabbed my arms and pushed me against the fence. Both of our eyes glowed, his eyes glowed a bright crystal like blue as mine probably just a highlighted teal. "Was it something I said?" I giggled and he ripped himself off me before moving through the crowd.

I took notice that Allison was chasing after Scott and I quickly jumped over the fence, watching a little ways off as he locked himself into the car before quickly speeding off. Derek stepped in right after Allison, I ran my tongue over my teeth, thinking about what to exactly do next. "Allison!" I walked over to her with a calm smile. "What's up with your puppy boy? Is he okay?"

She shrugged, just seeming out of words. "Look, I'm gonna send Stiles to go check on him okay?" I said reassuringly and she smiled lightly. "Stay here. Don't go anywhere." I spaced out my words. If Derek's eyes are blue, and I don't know what for, it doesn't mean that he's exactly the safest person to be around.

"Stiles." I was quick to find him and yank him out of his little group of friends.. "I need you to go check on Scott, check his house first." I said, before turning to right into Jackson's back.

"Watch it!" He hissed before realizing it was me. I opened my mouth to just apologize and go back to Allison but Lydia stumbled onto us. Words were leaving her mouth faster than any of us could actually comprehend, didn't help most of them were slurred. "Lyd-"I looked at Jackson, noticing he was a bit tipsy himself.

They began to argue, Lydia pulling my name into it more than any other word. Her grip on my wrist tightened as Jackson turned around to leave, "Jackson!" She snapped and he waved his arm at her, which I quickly grabbed his belt hoops and pulled him back. "Hey, get your hands off my boyfr-"

Letting him go, I turned and cupped her face, pressing my lips into hers. She didn't pull back or resist, instead it was her who intensified the kiss. Her lips tasted like strawberries and vodka, I bit her lip as I pulled back, the pain bringing her back to the world. Her lids were heavy and her hands grabbed the small of my back, pulling me close. Jackson was mesmerized, my hand traveled up his chest till I was able to cup the back of his neck and pull him into Lydia and I's kiss before I able untangled myself from their grabby hands. I watched for a minute as they consumed each other, tempted to just cut in before I remembered Allison.

"Allison!" I called out but she was gone.

"She left with Derek." Stiles called out and I covered my face with my hands.

"Why haven't you left yet?" I yelled and Stiles pulled his pockets out of his jacket and pants. I growled, turning around to stare down the street. Derek probably- I paused, spotting the glistening of Stiles key's by his car. Fucking dumdum dropped them. Running over to them, I tossed them to Stiles who caught him. "Let's go!" I said in a singsong voice.

"Look-" Stiles opened his car door, "I know you bit Scott, none of this stuff started happening till you moved here so-"

"Stiles I didn't bite Scott." I yelled, irritated. Damn you Scott for being an ass, damn you Allison for not following order unless, Damn you Derek for kidnapping Allison, and damn you Scott because Jesus Christ- it would just be so great to see the look on Lydia's face when she realizes we had sex. "I'm a vampire."

A/N: 9 pages. About 5000 words and pretty much finished ALL of episode one. I'm pretty damn proud lol. I was asked do I like Teen Wolf/Supernatural fanfics and the answer is, fuck to the yes. I love Teen Wolf, Supernatural, Avatar: The Last Air Bender and Naruto. Any type of crossover of the 4 I usually enjoy as well.

Okay so to clear things up,

-Moira and her mother Genevieve Beauchamp speak French to each other (I have a Haitian friend who says the language creole isn't as popular anymore and harder to teach, so I'm just sticking with regular French and most usually I'll type it in English but indicate when their speaking French or Spanish).

-Witches and vampires are somewhat alike but not the same in this fanfic, the next chapter will explain the whole vampire thing.

-Ms. Beauchamp I imagined would be Angela Basset (AHS: Coven)

-Moira is bisexual. Obliviously lol and very open with her sexuality. I feel like that's very popular in Vampire image and culture. Open sexualities, kinks, taboos, etc y'know. So because of this I lowkey feel better about not having a set pairing right now, tbh she might just have a lot of sex idk man:/

Anyway, hoped you enjoy, please review/comment and favorite this story and send me more fanfics to read cause I'm almost done with The Blessed Unknown.