Queen of the Damned

01

Season One

The next morning, Eleanora woke to her blaring alarm and grumbled as she turned it off. She changed her clothes, slipped on her combat boots, brushed her hair.

Melissa had been willing to drop her off at school since Scott had already left.

Eleanora walked into the building and made her way to the office after a couple wrong turns.

"Hi," Eleanora said. "My name is Eleanora Caruso. It's my first day, and I need my schedule and whatever else I need."

The receptionist nodded and gathered a pile of papers. "Here is your schedule, your locker combination, your ID, and the books you'll need. You can stop by the book store later or after school. It's usually open for an hour after school ends."

"Thank you."

"Enjoy your first day."

Eleanora mustered a fake smile and nodded.

The vice principal walked up and smiled. "Welcome to Beacon Hills High, Miss Caruso."

"Thank you," Eleanora replied.

"Follow me, please. I have another new student waiting outside."

Eleanora followed the vice principal outside to see a tall brunette girl say, "Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya."

The girl hung up and put her phone away.

The vice principal said, "Sorry to keep you waiting. So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?"

"No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family," brunette girl replied.

The girls were walked into the school and through the hallway by the vice principal who said, "Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while."

"Doubt it," Eleanora mumbled under her breath.

The vice principal walked the girls into the classroom, where he introduced them to the other students. "Class, these are our new students Allison Argent and Eleanora Caruso. Please do your best to make them feel welcome."

Eleanora browsed the room, seeing one remaining seat next to Stiles. "Is this..."

Stiles looked up at her and shook his head. "Um, no. It's totally free. My name is Stiles."

"Interesting name."

"It's a nickname."

Eleanora nodded, but said nothing more to him.

She nodded and sat down as the teacher said, "We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page one-thirty-three."

As soon as the bell rang, ending class, Eleanora made her way to her locker, staring at the combination, trying to remember the order of the numbers. After a few tries, she managed to get it open. She put her papers in it and closed it. Allison walked up to Eleanora, followed by a girl with strawberry blonde hair. "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?"

Allison gave a small smile. "My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

The girl nodded and turned her attention to Eleanora. "Your dark aesthetic is interesting."

Eleanora shrugged. "Okay? Who are you?"

"Lydia Martin." She noticed something Eleanora had written. "That's not English. That's-"

"Italian. I'm fluent thanks to my mother."

Lydia smiled. "And you two are my new best friends. Hey, Jackson." A guy with a sharp jawline threw an arm around Lydia's shoulder and gave her lips a quick peck.