𝑽𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 | Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 4

If someone had told Paige that supernatural beings existed before she met Derek Hale, she would have laughed in their face.

But after meeting Derek, everything changed. The way he said he heard her say his name from far away, the way he could smell things that people normally couldn't, his extraordinary strength—it all pointed to one thing. And as she lay dying in his arms, she knew her suspicions were absolutely correct.

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Today was her first day back at school after the accident. During her recovery at home, Stiles and Scott had visited frequently, bringing her schoolwork and helping her catch up so she wouldn't fall behind. Their presence had been a comforting constant in her chaotic new reality.

Before heading to school, Paige felt an overwhelming need to say goodbye to her past self. She drove to the cemetery, her heart heavy with a mix of sorrow and resolve. Finding her grave, she knelt beside the headstone, tracing her fingers over the engraved name:

In the loving memory of

Paige Krasikeva

1988 - 2005

"In the end, we are nothing more

than love and space dust"

She placed a bouquet of blue delphiniums—her favorite flowers—on the grave. "Goodbye, Paige Krasikeva," she thought. "Today onwards, I am Sylvia Paige Sommers."

Standing up, she took a deep breath and turned away, ready to face her new life head-on. She was unaware of the man watching her from a distance, his gaze filled with intrigue.

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Arriving at school, she felt a mixture of anxiety and determination. She walked through the halls, her senses heightened, catching snippets of conversations and curious glances. As she approached her locker, she spotted Lydia Martin, who wasted no time in making an entrance.

Lydia sauntered up to her, a smirk playing on her lips. "Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence. How's the amnesia, Sylvia? Or should I say, how's the excuse for not remembering anything?"

Her eyes narrowed, the words stinging but also igniting a fire within her. She met Lydia's gaze with a steely resolve. "Oh, Lydia, I see you're still as charming as ever. If I had forgotten everything, I'd consider it a blessing not to remember you."

Lydia's smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of irritation. "You're still the same snarky brat, I see."

Sylvia smiled sweetly. "And you're still the same insufferable know-it-all. Glad to see some things never change."

With that, Sylvia turned on her heel, walking away with her head held high. The exchange had drawn some attention, and she could hear murmurs and whispers, but she paid them no mind. She had more important things to focus on.

As the day went on, Sylvia settled into her classes, her sharp mind quickly picking up where she had left off. She was grateful for the time spent with Stiles and Scott, their tutoring sessions paying off. They had helped her not just academically, but also in adjusting to the social dynamics of the school.

During lunch, she joined Stiles and Scott at their usual table. The familiarity of their banter and the easy camaraderie made her feel at ease.

"How was the first day back?" Scott asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Sylvia shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "Same old, same old. Lydia tried to be her usual charming self."

Stiles chuckled. "So, what were you guys murmuring about during English class other than Scott charming the new girl, Allison, right?" Sylvia asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Yeah, Scotty-boy here has a crush," teased Stiles.

"Hey, it's not like that—" Scott tried to deny, but Stiles and Sylvia shared a knowing look.

"So, back to the topic—last night, Scott and I went to find a body, and we didn't call you because, if your parents knew about this, they would have literally sued us—" when she interrupted them.

"Wait- is this about the same body that Mr.Curtis was talking about?" she asked them

"Yep, the very same one- now if you let me continue..." Stiles replied to which Scott nodded

Sylvia was sure that Scott didn't reject the bite, and he was a werewolf by now. And now she had to tag along with the guys to find Scott's inhaler that he dropped.

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While the boys were at the lacrosse field, Sylvia sat alone in the music room, facing the cello she used to play. The room was a repository of memories, moments she had shared with Derek. The sight of the cello brought tears to her eyes, and she began to play the tune Derek had loved most.

The melodious notes filled the room, mingling with her quiet sobs. Each stroke of the bow on the strings deepened her sadness, as memories of Derek surfaced. She wondered if he had moved on from her by now. The thought was painful, but she wouldn't blame him if he had. If he was happy, she would have no regrets.

Their love had been beautiful, the kind of love people read about in stories and novels.

 Unfortunately, it had been momentary.