Mythology and Folklore Majors are nut jobs

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Jess took a deep breath as she twirled her pen in her hand. It was her third test in her class, "Performance, Tradition, and Cultural Studies: A look into Folklore and Mythology" and it was a hard one. She had taken a few classes like this before, but that was before she had decided to switch her major to Mythology and Folklore on a whim. She had taken the intro course last semester and had felt a strong pull towards the subject. It was weird, she had never felt like she clicked with any subject before this one came along. 

She thoroughly enjoyed going to this class and sometimes she got so excited that she had to remind herself that the stories and monsters weren't real. 

Jess circled her last answer on the test before standing up, grabbing her jacket and walking to the front of the class to turn it in. She looked around as she walked up and was surprised to see she was the first one finished. Everyone else had their heads down, working diligently. Mr. Hopper, her professor for this class, looked up from his book and patted a spot of the table with his hand. Jess nodded and set the test down and proceeded out the door. 

The cold air nipped at Jess's body as she hurried to put on her jacket and zip it up. Her small two bedroom house wasn't far from the campus. Her boots hit the pavement as she set out down the road towards the heart of Beacon Hills. Beacon Hills was usually a pretty quiet town and today was nothing unusual. A few cars passed Jess, whizzing by, but after 2ish years of walking to and from the College she was used to it by now. She crossed the street at Windsor and Bundle and made her way back into the woods, using the short cut she used everyday. 

Jess wasn't one to be scared of the woods like some people. She found it soothing and lovely. Walking through the woods was her favorite thing to do after a long day at school or work, but today was different. 


As soon as she was far enough in the woods that she couldn't see the road, she began to feel uneasy. She looked around nervously but there was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the fact that it was eerily quiet. No birds chirping, no wind rustling the leaves on the ground. The only sound Jess could hear was the pounding of her heart. 

Something wasn't right 

Jess shook her thoughts from her head. This wasn't her damn folklore class. Unlike the stories, there was no such thing as ghosts or vampires or werewolves. Nothing was going to jump out and suck her body dry of blood or turn her into a werewolf. She almost chuckled at that, maybe everyone was right...Mythology and Folklore majors really were nut jobs. 

Jess pushed her anxiousness down and kept trudging through the forest. She was close to her house but not close enough for her liking. 

*Snap*

Jess spun around on her heel as her heart began to beat loudly in her ears. 

Her body froze and her muscles tightened as she saw a dark shadow looming about 50 feet away from her. 

Her brain told her to run as fast as she could away from whoever this was. Why had they followed her out here? Was this some serial killer or something? To her horror the figure started to come closer. Why hadn't she moved already? She looked down at her feet in a panic. They wouldn't move. Jess started to breath uncontrollably and finally her feet began to move. She stumbled over herself and ended up tumbling backwards right onto her ass. She scrambled backwards watching the figure come into view right in front of her. 

It was a man. 

It took Jess to register who was in front of him. Derek Hale? It couldn't be. 

He looked older than the last time she saw him a number of years ago in high school. 

He had grown taller and much more...handsome?

Was that even a thing she should be thinking right now? Where had he even come from? 

Her eyes trailed over his face. His hair was still dark brown like she remembered but he had it in a much more mature style now. It was pushed up out of his face and connected down to slight stumble around his jawline, chin and upper lip. 

She met his green eyes for the first time and a tingling sensation wiped over her. Then, Jess felt as a shock wave rumbled through her, but realized it was Derek rumbling deeply in his chest. It almost sounded like a growl?

His green eyes pierced hers and a shiver went down her spine before he licked his lips. 

"Mine" 



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