"In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer." ~ BtVS
Moving to Beacon Hills was meant to be a fresh start for her, well as fresh of a start a Slayer...
"Oh, I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak, 'cause they all sit and stare with their eyes, oh, I'm just a girl, take a good look at me, just your typical prototype" ~ Just a Girl by No Doubt
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~ FOUR MONTHS LATER ~
Howling.
The scent of blood in the air that was burning its way into her nose, it made her feel like she was about to throw up. Y/N looked around, but everything was blurry? Her senses were so numbed, she felt so powerless.
Suddenly, a sharp and radiating pain in the back of her neck; her hand went to clutch the wound and as she brought her hand to her face, she saw blood coating her fingers.
Red: the same color that an Alpha's eyes were.
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Scott had the bright idea to get a tattoo, so here they were; Scott having drawn the symbol he wanted tattooed on him.
What Y/N didn't understand was how the hell she got roped into getting a tattoo as well? Granted, she was using her own money but apparently, she blanked out when she agreed to this. A female tattoo artist was working on a bat carrying a witch's broom tattoo on her inner left bicep, something she picked out of the catalogue.
"Sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles asked as he showed them the tattoo portfolio.
A drawing of a Kanima, seriously? Her and Scott looked at Stiles and he rolled his eyes.
"Ok, too soon", Stiles answered, "are you really sure about this?"
"Yes, I'm not changing my mind."
Y/N frowned at the slight sting as she watched her arm.
"Look at Y/N, she's completely fine", Scott pointed. "I'm surprised you agreed."
"Oh yeah", Y/N said sarcastically. "Nothing says besties like a tattoo with your boyfriend's best friend."
"I'm glad you see reason," Scott said.
Stiles ended up passing out during the process from his fear of needles, Y/N holding a ice pack to his head as they all sat inside the jeep. Y/N shook her head because why was he scared of needles when they have fought a Kanima and Alpha? Of all the things for him to be scared of, he chose needles?
"Hey, does yours burn?" Scott asked her, Y/N shrugged.
"No", Y/N said, looking at the wrapped tattoo. "Feel's fine to me."
Scott frowned as Stiles said, "You just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle."
"I don't think it's supposed to feel like this though", Scott said, "Oh God! No! It's definitely not supposed to feel like this! I gotta take this thing off!"
Stiles began gagging as Y/N tried to calm down her boyfriend as Scott squirmed in the backseat; he ripped off the bandaging and they watched as his body slowly absorbed the ink into his body, his arm soon looking like nothing had happened to it.
