(Teen wolf + The Originals)
29 March 1984,Wednesday
I decided to walk home after school today. The walk alone can be strangely fulfilling sometimes.
The old me would've found this quiet walk as an opportunity to cry about my life. But after the funeral, I decided not to cry anymore. I've had enough of it, and want only happiness now.
Although, that would've been a lot easier if Lucy were here.
My best friend had the choice of going back to the witch school that kicked her out or staying here in Beacon Hills, with me. And she chose them.
The worst part of it all, was that she didn't tell me in person, but wrote it in a note, and told Natalie to give it to me once the rest of them got back from the trip.
Of course, my mother called Mrs. Barron and told her some lame excuse for why I'd left the trip early- that there was an emergency at home, and so she'd come to fetch me from Riverdale in a rush- since, she couldn't tell her the ridiculous truth; My whole family ended up in Riverdale somehow, my sister died so that her fiancé could be turned into a wolf, and we'd all been magically transported back home through a portal, created by the combined power of Siphon and Greendale witches.
I sigh, and kick a stone, watching it bounce, and hit a boot in front of me.
Doc Martin's, just like the one I'm wearing, but only bigger.
My eyes travel up the long legs extending from the boots, and to the head of the person wearing them. His hair is a dark shade of chestnut, swept back, and wavy, soft bronze skin peeks from the collar of his leather jacket, and an earring shaped like a tiny dagger hangs from one ear.
Something about him feels very familiar...
He turns around.
That face-
I gasp as his metallic scent hits my nose, and instantly recognize-
It's the vampire from Riverdale.
The one who fed on that compelled woman in the car.
The one I thought I'd never see again.
The one who's beautiful face is imprinted in my head.
He is, THE ONE.
"You!" I point.
He raises an eyebrow, "Me?"
"Yes, you!" I say again, his distracting beauty erasing the words I want to say from my lips.
"Yes... Me?" He repeats, now a little confused.
Frustration suddenly explodes inside of me like a firework, and I lose control, allowing my claws to grow and eyes to glow yellow-gold, as I grab him by the collar and throw him hard against the closest wall.
I recall Lucy telling me vampires needed special rings called "Daylight Rings" to walk in the sun without burning to ash, and search his fingers, (which occupy a number of rings almost on each finger!) until I find a ring that looks fairly ancient and expensive, wrap my claws around it, and hold as if threatening to pull it off.
"Dios mío!" He shouts, eyes widening, "Get off me, girl!"
The taller boy tries to push me away, but I stand firm, gripping harder, and the claws holding his wrist dig into skin. A little trail of blood runs down his hand. It smells sweet, but sour.
Vampire blood.
"No! You're the one who compelled that lady in the car!" I shout.
"What lady in the car? I compell many women in cars!" He shouts back, baffled.
"In Riverdale!" I say, and he frowns.
Then, a few seconds later, it clicks.
"Ohh. That lady..." He says, thinking back."So you were the filthy werewolf I smelt."
I'm still angry, yet oddly, calmer. My eyes return to normal, and claws retract. I let go of him.
"If anyone's filthy, it's you. Feeding off innocent people like that. Compelling them to never know." I shake my head,"Filthy."
He laughs, muttering something in Spanish, then says,"Care to share your name with this Filth?"
And offers his hand out to me as if I'd take it.
I notice he's wearing eyeliner, lightly smudged just to bring out the orange shades in his brown eyes.
Curse his immortal attractiveness.
"No." I say, and begin walking away, realizing I no longer have interest in the stranger. He's just another vampire, like many other vampires in the world, who compell humans and drink their blood.
No point in getting upset when there's nothing I can do to stop it.
"Wait!" He follows behind me, and catches up. "I'm José."
I shrug, "Okay."
"Okay?" He repeats, not confused this time, but rather, as if waiting for more of an answer.
My silence gives him the hint, and he stops walking.
After there's some distance between us, he calls from behind me, "Uhh... See you around?"
I answer without turning back, "No."
And hear a soft chuckle in reply.
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Taylan was in the living room when I got home.
It was nice to see him out of his room, wearing fresh clothes, and with a clean shave. I think he might be ready to start being himself again.
The sun went down a few hours ago, but I'm still sitting at my desk with a blank notebook and pencil in hand. I usually try to finish homework before sunset, to make notes for the next lesson or simply, enjoy my free time.
Annoyed, I throw the pencil on the desk and close the books.
Who cares about homework? I'll just copy Natalie's tomorrow.
Four candles stand on my windowsill, all of them almost halfway burned out. I light them every night, close my eyes and- I know how ridiculous this sounds- tell them about my day. Perhaps it's because Lucy gave them to me, and by talking to the candles, I feel as if we're communicating through some odd, magical bond.
Which is completely absurd, of course.
But since Lucy didn't leave a phone number on the note, I had to find SOME way to talk to her- even if it was just through my imagination.
After making sure the door is closed, I say, "Hey Lucy."
And get no answer in return. Obviously.
"You'll be glad to hear Taylan's been doing better. Sorry I didn't get to tell you about him and that Heather girl." My throat feels tight. It's one of the things I regret not telling her, "But I left without a chance. Nothing unusual happened at school today. Billy pretended I didn't exist again- as if we didn't totally have a moment yesterday. He still hasn't said a word to me since last year."
I pause, letting my thoughts collect before I speak again.
"Anyway, I don't think I've mentioned this to you before, but in Riverdale, I saw a vampire feeding on someone in their car. It was a quick glance, but enough for me to be amazed by how... beautiful he was. He took off before I got to him. Honestly, I'm not sure what I would've done if I did get to him, anyway."
I shake my head, laughing at the memory. It was a little while after that that I confronted Timothée about his drug dealing. And a little while after that that we kissed. Then he admitted to having a crush on me. And my feelings got mangled up, unclear on whether I truly liked Billy, or found myself liking Timothée as well.
Sighing, I continue, "I bumped into him today. Said his name was José. Like, Ho-zay. I know you would've laughed, and made some kinda joke about it. But you weren't there." My shoulders slump.
"I could tell he was trying to be friends with me, but I'm not interested in making any. I had you, and that was enough."
Coming to the conclusion of my monologue, I open my eyes, "Thanks for listening again, Lucy."
And blow out the candles.
