Hello, thank you so much for the reviews, following and favorites, i really appreciate that.
Before this story moves on i have to warn that some things about TVD are going to be a little different from the show but is need for the sake of this story, but not much, Rebekah and Jeremy are kinda a little OC but not to much. There are going to be flashbacks about some facts like the fire, and when Stiles and Allison were turned.
And for those who are Kol's fans, he will show up in the next chapter.
I want to thanks to kitten2010 who did an amazing job editing this story
So I'll stop rambling now. Thanks for reading.
Chapter 2: Bloody first day
It was the first day of their senior year, and the Hale pack was reunited the hallway near the front doors of Beacon Hills High School. They were chatting, smiling, hiding how they really felt. They were making small talk about nothing important.
"Do you guys think that Allison and Stiles will come back this year?" Scott asked suddenly, and everyone in the group went completely silent and still. Guilt and worry showed in their faces.
"I don't know, Allison still doesn't answer my calls or texts. I guess she still wants space," the strawberry blonde answered him.
"Well Derek killed her father, even if she doesn't know that" the blonde she-wolf says, not missing the guilty look in Scott eyes.
"Well the bastard deserved it. He sent those hunters to kill us," Jackson said in his usual harsh tone.
"But Stiles dad didn't deserve it and he was in the house too," Scott argued.
"Well Derek and Peter didn't know he was in there" Jackson says in defense of his Alpha.
"It's like they just vanished though," Scott says more to himself than the group. He is concerned for his ex-girlfriend and his best friend. He loved them both. Aside from his mom they were the most important people in the world to him. He regretted everything: breaking up with Allison, ignoring Stiles, all because Derek ordered him to. He thought he was doing what was best. He thought that if he listed to Derek, then they'd be safe. He was disgusted with himself for not preventing the death of their parents. He hasn't talked to them since he'd told them the truth about the fire, but he'd seen how furious they were. Then they were just gone. He still called them every day, but they never answered.
His thoughts were interrupted by Lydia. "Who are they?" she asked, pointing to two strangers entering the school.
She wasn't the only one who had noticed. Everyone gasped and turned to look a beautiful blonde girl accompanied by a tall boy with brown hair. Both were dressed impeccably in what looked like designer clothes, they walked in like they owned the school.
Lydia immediately grabbed Jackson's hand and rushed introduce herself to the new students. Everyone else in the pack backed off a little, wary of the new students.
"Hello," Lydia said brightly. "You must be new here. I'm Lydia and this is my boyfriend, Jackson. I'm the most popular girl in school and judging by your clothes we simply must be friends." Her tone and her words seemed friendly, but those who knew her could tell her intentions were nothing short of bitchy.
"Well," the blonde girl responded with a superior tone, "My name is Rebekah and judging by the things you just said, you must be really insecure and I already don't like you." She smiled sarcastically. "Let's go, Jeremy." They walked away together.
The pack stood with their mouths hanging open, shocked. Nobody had ever dared speak to Lydia like that, never. Everyone watched her carefully, not sure what to expect.
Lydia quickly shook off the incident. "What rude girl, and such horrible accent," she said as she rejoined the pack.
With that, everyone turned on their heels to head to their locker before the first class of their senior year started.
They were all together for their first period class, AP chemistry with Mr. Harris. None of them liked the teacher, so they were glad to be together for this one. The two new students also happened to be in the class and they'd already staked their claim to the table in the back of the class. There were two free seats, but anyone who tried to sit there was told to leave.
The class started, and there were no signs of Allison or Stiles. Scott was disappointed. He'd still hoped to see them again and he was starting to fear that he never would.
After several minutes all in the class heard a knock on the door. Mr. Harris rolled his eyes and stepped out of the classroom. The werewolves all immediately used their supernatural hearing to eavesdrop.
"Mr. Stilinski, Ms. Argent, is there a reason why you are both late?" the teacher asks with venom in his voice. He clearly didn't care that they'd both lost their fathers three months ago. "Detention for both of you."
"Shut up" Stiles said.
The werewolves were shocked and the new students were laughing.
"Excuse me, Stilinski? What did you say to me?" the teacher snapped, clearly angry at the two students in front of him
"He said shut up. Now, you're not gonna give us detention. You're going to let us in the class and ignore that we were late," Allison said, forcing the teacher looking straight into her eyes. Her pupils dilated as she spoke.
"Come in," the teacher said, entering the classroom. Allison and Stiles glanced at each other and followed.
The werewolves were still getting over the way that Allison had ordered the teacher around when they finally saw their two returned friends. They both looked so different.
Allison looked completely beautiful, though she is dressed completely differently in a blood red shirt with a leather jacket over it. She was wearing high heeled boots and red lipstick. It was like she was an entirely new person. Stiles also looked completely different. His hair is longer and he's wearing nicer clothes than he did before.
They walked confidently to the back table, ignoring their old friends to sit with the new students in the back.
Lunch time came quickly. The pack was still reeling from seeing Stiles and Allison that morning. None of them had seen the pair again and they weren't in the cafeteria.
"What's the deal with Stiles and Allison?" Isaac asked Scott quietly.
"I don't know," Scott replied. "They look so different. They even smell different."
"Maybe they are still grieving," Erica suggested.
"They wouldn't even look at me," Scott sighed.
"Who cares?" Jackson snapped. "Who needs Stilinski anyway?"
"I'm going to talk to them," Scott said. He stood and was immediately followed by Isaac. They went to seek out their former packmates.
"So, how was your first day?" Stiles asked the new students.
"Pretty good so far," Jeremy said with a shrug. "Everyone seems nice."
"Well almost everyone," Rebekah added. "That girl Lydia is a bitch. I already can't stand her."
"She pretends to be dumb to be popular," Allison explained.
Rebekah and Jeremy could sense that Allison and Stiles wanted to be alone. "Let's go get some food," Jeremy said. They stood and walked away from their spot under the bleachers.
"No biting people on the way," Stiles joked.
"Yeah, I know. Those damn dogs can smell the blood," Jeremy laughed.
"Do you think they're OK?" the blonde asked once they were in the hallway.
"I can't tell," Jeremy said.
As they were walking, they noticed a certain strawberry-blonde going into the girls' restroom.
"I'll join you later," Rebekah said. "I need to fix my make-up."
"Don't do anything crazy," Jeremy warned, but he kept walking.
It had been a year since Jeremy had given up life as a hunter to run away with the vampire siblings. He would have never believed he would fall in love with psycho vampire like Kol. Life was funny. He was just glad to be finishing high school.
"How are you?" Stiles asked the brunette beside him.
"It was so hard seeing him. I just wanted to kiss him. I love him so much," Allison said. She didn't have to say who it was, Stiles knew it was Scott.
"It's just because your emotions are increased," Stiles responded.
"What about you?" Allison quickly changed the subject. She couldn't be distracted until after they had gotten revenge.
"Well, I really wanted to drain Harris dry, and then I wanted to tear Jackson's head off. At least the others feel remorse, but Jackson doesn't. Jeremy overheard them."
"Today will be our first move," Allison said. "You'll feel better once we get started. Are you gonna play lacrosse?"
"No," Stiles replied. "I'd get bored pretending to be a benchwarmer. Don't worry, this year will still be epic."
She smiled and he was glad they'd become so close. Maybe it was their grief that was binding them, all he knew is he would have gone crazy if not for her.
"Allison, Stiles, " they heard someone shout and they stood to see Isaac and Scott approaching them.
Lydia was applying lipstick, but she wasn't really paying attention to that. She was thinking about Allison and how her former best friend would never forgive her if she knew that it had been Lydia that had found the forest ash that prevented any escape from the fire three months ago.
"Hello, Lydia."
The redhead jumped and saw Rebekah standing right behind her. She put on her best diva face and asked, "Did you come to apologize for your attitude earlier?"
"I came to tell you something," Rebekah said, smiling in a way that made Lydia uncomfortable.
"I'm listening," the immune girl said, not looking away from Rebekah's eyes.
"You're going to go to the parking lot after lacrosse practice," Rebekah said. Lydia nodded in a trance like state. "You're going to go there and you aren't going to remember us talking."
Lydia shook her head, confused for a moment before turning back to the mirror and pulling her mascara out of her purse.
"I'm glad I found you guys," Scott said.
"We were just leaving," Stiles replied coldly. They started to walk away.
"Guys, please I just want to talk," he said, almost begging. Stiles turned around angrily to face Scott, but Allison kept walking.
"I don't want to talk to you, Scott," Stiles snapped. "You can't expect everything to be like it was before. It doesn't work like that. Go to hell."
"Don't talk to him like that," Isaac said in defense of a speechless Scott.
Stiles turned his fury on Isaac. "You shut up, scared little puppy. You think you have so much power but you're just a weak little boy. Leave us alone, Isaac and you can go to hell too."
Isaac's eyes glowed yellow and he was about to attack, but Scott blocked him with his arms. Stiles felt a twinge of pain. He missed his best friend and he wished he could just go back to the way things were, but that wasn't going to happen.
Stiles went and found Allison. They hugged briefly and tried not to cry. They couldn't break down now, not before they'd even started.
"How could you let him talking to you that way?" Isaac asked.
"He is right and you know it, Isaac. I just have to wait and hope they forgive me," Scott answered sadly.
The day was ending fast and the lacrosse team was almost done with practice just as the sun had gone down. Lydia was watching them, waiting so they all could go to the now rebuilt Hale house for a pack meeting once it was over. Suddenly she felt the urge to go somewhere. She knew she was supposed to wait for the boys, but it was like her body had a mind of its own.
She stopped suddenly in the parking lot, unsure of how she'd gotten there.
"Hello, Lydia," Stiles said, appearing as if out of nowhere. "You look beautiful."
"Stiles, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"We're here to talk," Allison answered, appearing on Lydia's other side.
"Well Lydia, we actually came here to send a message to Derek," Stiles said, still smiling, but not the same way he used to. The sweet boy she used to ignore was gone.
"What's going on? Why are you two acting this way?" Lydia asked nervously.
"We know what you did. We want revenge," Stiles said.
Her eyes widened. How could they know?
"First, I want an apology for all the years you made fun of me and all the times you ignored me," Stiles demanded.
Lydia was too scared to respond and she started trying to discreetly dial on her phone, but it disappeared from her hand.
"You want this?" Allison asked, holding up her phone now standing beside Stiles. How had she moved that fast? It was like they weren't even human.
"What are you?" she asked, voice trembling
"We are vampires," Allison said. Their eyes were now black with dark veins around and sharp teeth were showing.
"Guys, please, don't hurt me. I'm so sorry for everything. Please, just don't hurt me," Lydia begged.
"Well, that's too bad, Lydia. Because I want to hurt you," Stiles said, pressing her against the car. "Don't scream," he compelled her. With that, he sunk his fangs into her neck and drank.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away, leaving Lydia in immense pain. "Forget what we are, forget that you saw us," Stiles compelled. "When they ask, tell them it was a vampire but don't tell them it was us."
Suddenly, Stiles and Allison were gone. Lydia was confused and in so much pain. She touched her neck and screamed
Within a few seconds, she is surrounded by her pack.
"Lydia, what happened? Who did this to you?" Jackson asked his trembling girlfriend.
"A vampire," she whispered, hugging Jackson.
"We have to get her to Derek. Fast," Boyd said in a panic.
"That went well," Allison said from the shadows. She and Stiles watched as the pack drove away.
"Yeah," Stiles replied, smiling. He knew The Bestiary said nothing about the rings that allowed them to walk around in the daylight. The pack would be distracted, looking only at night. Soon, they would make their next move.