What if a vampire named Elena, almost 900 years old, arrived in BeaconHills just as Scott McCall was turning into a werewolf...
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Stiles Stilinski
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Season one : posted
Season two : posted
Season three : posted
Season four : in progress
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1st in #s...
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ELENA'S POV :
"Can I know what we are doing here ?" I ask.
"We go to the morgue to find out if the smell I smelled at Derek's is the same as the girl whose half of the body we found." Scott explains.
"We ?"
"Yes. You and I."
"What about Stiles ? He can go with you."
"No, I don't go there." The human replies.
I sigh angrily. "So he has the right to say "no" and not me ?"
"You got it." Scott says. "Come on."
We go through a door and head to the morgue.
"Seriously, why am I here ?" I insist. "I'm not the werewolf."
"To help me know if it's the same smell."
"But I tell you again. I'm not like you."
"I know but you seem to know your stuff." He pauses. "At least, better than Stiles and me."
We arrive and Scott opens the locker with the half body found by the police. The smell of blood makes me twitch and my canines stand out. I haven't eaten for too long. Note to self: next time bring a blood bag in case I get dragged into another plan quagmire. I turn around and put my hand in front of my mouth.
"Are you okay ?"
"Yes, it's just that... I can't stand the sight of blood." I claim.
If I really couldn't stand it, it would be hard for me to live. I can hear his pulse quickening. The sight of the body is obviously stressing him as much as me.
"Sorry. I didn't know."
"Don't worry, I'm okay."
The little wolf sigh. "Well uh, how do I do it."
"Focus on the different scents." I say
After few seconds of focus, he speaks again.
"There is one that bothers me."
Yeah, that's probably mine...
"Why would your smell bother me ?" He asks.
Oops. I thought out loud.
"Nothing, forget it. Focus on the body, the different smells it gives off and your memories of the smell at Derek's."
"Okay, we can go. " Scott says after few seconds.
We come out of the morgue and go to find Stiles. I see him looking at... Lydia and Jackson. Making out. Little Stiles wouldn't be in love with our dear Lydia Martin by any chance? Poor guy, she doesn't even calculate him in high school. She barely even knows he exists.