Six months ago the Ryder twins got into a car accident that took their lives. Their mortal ones, at least, stealing their human lives and turning them into vampires ⏤ vampires who knew no control, leaving them with only one choice, to flee. They left Beacon Hills, and instead found sanctuary in Mystic Falls at The Salvatore school where they learnt control. Control over their bloodlust and magic, how to shift into their werewolf forms, and all their other abilities they have gained with their transition. Everything that the school had to offer and whatever they could learn in six months time, they had. And it was a struggle.
Cassia Ryder had seemed to have mastered vampirism in weeks time, but for Samara Ryder it was a different story, as even after six months she still struggled to contain herself and her urges, only having the fear of taking another life holding her back from losing it completely, and with those thoughts she was given a new title, a name of warning ⏤ the warning of becoming a ripper.
Fear over time had lessened, shrunk until it was no more than a drop of concern that was pushed to the back of their minds, temporarily, until their time in Mystic Falls had come to an end.
Now they had to return to Beacon Hills, press play on the lives they had hit pause on six months ago, before they had become fully activated Tribrid's and had to leave it all behind. Coming home meant forcing themselves back into who they were before they left, resuming the rolls they've been playing their whole lives in the town that had only given them trauma and lives of tragedy that acted as the peoples entertainment. Samara, the princess of Beacon Hills, the innocent sweetheart who could do no wrong, and Cassia, the damaged one, the bitch who always did wrong. Both reduced to nothing more than their behaviors, the ways they coped with all they've been through.
Except now, they weren't those girls anymore.
Samara wasn't the girl next door anymore, she didn't fit the image of the pristine princess she had made for herself. Now, she was a damaged, chaotic mess. The opposite of the perfect girl she used to be, and much more like the girl Cassia was. Her once bright pink walls had darkened to a blood red, painted with the mistakes she had made that she believed had ruined her. So now she was left to scrub the color away, to fight to get the girl she was back. And she needed help to find her. Perhaps that help will come at the hand of Stiles Stilinski, because even though she had changed, her hidden feelings for her bestfriend never did. And fortunately, or unfortunately, neither had Stiles' feelings for the blonde twin, leaving the two to continue tiptoeing around their mutual feelings, scared to disturb the friendship they spent years building. Samara hoped that with her changing she would be able to make the change of either owning up to her feelings for Stiles, or getting rid of them. If only it were that easy.
