I pulled my car up to the Reserve as I was about to pass it, having changed my mind when I had noticed the blue and black Jeep. Parked beside it was a black car, unfamiliar to me. I stepped out of the car and leaned my back against the hood and grill of the Jeep, my hands stuffed into the pockets of my cargo trousers. In the distance, I caught sight of four figures. Four guys, and two girls, that was when I noticed the bike beside the Jeep. I watched as four members of the group stopped walking, becoming wary of my presence. The remaining two guys shared a look before stopping, glancing back to their friends and then back to me.
"There are my favourite boys!" I smiled, my leg crossed over my other as I slightly rocked on my heels.
"Is that-" His voice was deeper, definitely, and he'd definitely grown taller and more muscular. He'd really changed. Scott McCall.
"I think it is." After he spoke, Stiles rose his hands above his head, screaming in joy as I laughed, Scott screaming too. I pushed myself to stand up straight, raising my hands above my head and waving for them to come hug me.
"Come here, bitches!" I laughed as they hurried over, tackling me into the Jeep in a tight hug. I laughed harder.
"Why are you here?"
"When'd you get back?"
"Oh god, you're not supernatural, are you? We don't need another one."
"Stiles would benefit from another human-"
"Guys." I interrupted their interview, causing them to fall silent. "I'm human, my bother's the supernatural one." The two groaned as they released me, standing up straight as their friends approached us.
"Who's this?" The strawberry blonde of the group spoke, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I'm (Y/n)." I rose an eyebrow, staring at her while she stared at me with expectation. "What?"
"What are you to Stiles and Scott?"
"Personally, it's none of your business, but I'm their friend."
"Since when? They've never mentioned you." I shrugged, leaning against the Jeep's hood again.
"We grew up with (Y/n), but she had to..." Scott was struggling to think of a word to say to make it sound soft.
"Moved away." Stiles summed up and I nodded.
"Where to?" This semi-ginger girl asked and I tilted my head. My smile fell and I stared at her.
"Why so many questions?" I looked her up and down.
"Because I'm a Banshee, I can sense when someone is going to die, and you're radiating it-"
"Radiating what? Death?" She relaxed her arms, fixing her posture as she crossed them again and nodded. "Maybe that's someone else's death then, not mine." Stiles draped him self across the Jeep as Scott just groaned.
"You just seem like someone we can't trust."
"Upfront, I like it." I ran my tongue over my teeth, gently but quickly swiping my thumb over my bottom lip as I pushed myself to stand up straight. "Is that because you sense death on me?" She swallowed as I took a step closer to her, slouching with my hands stuffed in my pockets again. "Someone else's death on me? Their blood? Their fear?" Her arms relaxed again as she took steps towards the oldest male of the group, possibly military, maybe police by his build.
"What is wrong with you?" She asked, accusatorily, might I add. I shook my head with a smile.
"If you really must know, there's a lot of things wrong with me.2 I paused, trying to think of how to word it. "While you guys, all of you, may be threatening in a supernatural way...I'm dangerous in a...." I clicked my fingers to try and trigger the right word in my head. I looked to Stiles. "Mental?" He nodded with a shrug. I turned back to the girl. "A mental way. You see, I was 8 when I 'moved away' to a Juvenile Detention Centre." She stared at me in surprise, so did the younger of the two other guys. "For killing six people." I smirked, leaning over to her. "Imagine what I could do now, and if I was supernatural." I shrugged and stood back up, smiling to Scott and Stiles who had been given plenty of time to process my crimes in the past. I headed back over to my car. I spoke as I pulled open my door, leaning my arms on the top of it. "It's Caleb you have to look out for. Very dangerous. Severely mentally unstable, and supernatural." Everyone shared looks.
"Who's Caleb?" I pointed behind them into the trees, slowly drawing my finger upwards into the tree tops. I then placed my finger to my lips when the group spotted the blonde boy hanging upside down from a branch his legs were hooked over.
"He's been watching you." I whispered with a smile. His hands were tucked behind his head. "Never make eye contact, but never let him out of your sight." I giggled to myself. "Bad things happen." I looked up to my brother, already noticing he had disappeared. I sighed and lightly hit my head on the car door. "Oi Caleb!" I yelled, genuinely wondering where he was. I felt a hand grip my shoulder and immediately shivered, cringing into myself. I whipped around and hit him upside the head, glaring at him. "You're an ass." He shrugged with a smile. "Anyway. You remember Stiles and Scott." I motioned to the pair, who offered him a couple of waves. Caleb returned the gesture with a nod and smile.
"Yeah, your weird friends."
"Come on, man, we talked about this."
"You talked, I listened." My eyes met his before I tilted my head up a bit and blew in his eyes. "Hey, mom told you about doing that."
"She said I could do it if you were being mean." He shook his head with a sigh.
"Well, it was great seeing you guys again. And uh, it's best to keep an eye on me, I do shit without realising."
