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 :
The others arrived a few minutes ago. We rehearsed our plan before putting it into action and it's now underway. Stiles and Lydia are going to meet the Calaveras while Scott, Kira, Malia and I have mingled with the crowd to act as help if needed.
The girls and I have lost sight of Scott but we are having fun dancing among the crowd. The music rumbles in our ears and we move to the rhythm. It feels good to have a little fun with her. It allows me to forget about my fight with Stiles and the fact that it's been a while since I've spent time alone with Lydia. Before, there were three of us. And right now, I find it... confusing to be only two. I know it's selfish but I can't help it.
I head to the bar and order myself a drink. I see Scott, lost in his thoughts, sitting a little further away and order one for him too before joining him. He smiles at me as he takes his drink and I sit down next to him. I look at him for a second before resting my head on his shoulder.
"I miss her too."
We stay in silence for a few seconds and despite the surrounding noise, it seems more relaxing than anything I've done in the last two weeks. Tell the truth. What I feel.
"How do you do it ? To hide what you feel so well and seem happy despite it."
"I'm a vampire. And I'm not happy. Not right now. I wish I could say that after 900 years of living on Earth, losing someone has become painless. But the truth is, it still hurts just as much. A part of you breaks. And it can take a long time before you find some semblance of a normal life. Something that resembles what we had before the accident but is so different."
I close my eyes, savoring this moment of deliverance. this between two friends who lost someone dear to them.
"I know you blame yourself. Maybe you don't let anything show so as not to worry us but I can feel it," he admits to me. "Same as for Stiles."
"He shouldn't. It's not his fault."
"And it's not yours either," he assures me.
"He wasn't himself."
"Neither are you."
"I may not have my humanity anymore but I was still the one in control unlike him. When it happened, the Nogitsune and him were already separated so it's even less his fault. It's because of me that Void was able to gain control over the Onis and if I had been with you during the battle my blood could have saved her."
"I don't think so."
I raise my head to look him in the eyes, not understanding his answer.
"I tried to take her pain but... it didn't work," he tells me.
I stay silent for a moment before continuing.
"You don't have to blame yourself."
"You don't either. There's nothing more you could have done."