The Harpy and The Hellhound

III.

Alisa made her way to her classes easily after Lydia had shown her around the week before; she was used to being alone during school. She had learnt to not get too attached to anyone because at some point she would be moving again.

She tries to open her locker but she's struggling. Maybe she's forgotten the code; she ruffles through her bag trying to find the paper Helen had given her back in the office.

"Shit." She mumbles. She tries again to open her locker but she can't seem to get it. Her textbooks for her next classes where in her locker. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Having trouble?"

Alisa turns and is greeted by the welcoming sight of a tall boy with shaved hair, smiling at her. "I can help you with that if you want."

"Oh, thanks." She steps aside and lets him move to her locker. He pulls the lock a little bit and asks Alisa for the code, she gives it to him without thinking and opens her locker effortlessly.

"Thank you so much. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get my books for classes." She says, reaching into gab her math and history text books.

"Hey, no problem." He says, adjusting has bag. "I'm Stiles, by the way. Stiles Stilinski."

"Stiles? Is that your real name?" Alisa asks, laughing as she closes her locker.

"Not really, I just prefer it then my actual name." He explains.

"What's your actual name?" Alisa puts her books into her side bag.

"No one knows and nobody ever will." He grins.

"Interesting. My name is Alisa." She smiles, offering Stiles her hand.

Stiles takes it and shakes her hand. "You're new here, right?" He asks.

She nods. "Yeah, I moved here a month ago with my Mum." She explains.

"Do you like it?" He starts to walk, heading down towards his class and Alisa follows.

"Yeah, I don't mind it. It's a bit different."  She says.

"Yeah, we get that a lot. I guess that's just how it goes. Every town is weird." He replies. "Hey, are you busy tonight?" He questions.

"Uh, I don't think so. Why?"

"A few of us are going to a party tonight." He fishes into his pocket to produce a small pamphlet. "Did you wanna come? You'll be able to make friends and stuff too."

Alisa takes the pamphlet and looks at it. "Sure, I don't see why not. What's the worse that could happen?"

*****

She was used to the clutter, to the mess. Her mother spent so long researching supernatural activity in towns that it wasn't uncommon for research and evidence to be scattered all through the house.

She moves passed the evidence boxes that her Mother had accumulated over time. There was a lot to be learned about Beacon Hills and even other towns had heard about the strange happenings of the small little town and recorded them.

Ara is sitting at her work desk, typing away on her laptop; unfazed by her daughter coming home. Alisa was used to the way her mother would sink deep into her work and would sometimes ignore her. But her work paid the bills, so Alisa couldn't be fussed.

"Hey Mum." She tries. Her mum waves her hand at Alisa to say hello. "Is it cool if I go to a party tonight?"

"With who?" Ara doesn't tear her eyes away from the screen.

"Some kid from school." Alisa picks an apple from the fruit ball and takes a bite.

"I thought you didn't want to make friends. What's their name?" Her mother questions, yawning softly.

"His name is Stiles." Alisa says, chewing the piece of apple in her mouth.

This catches her mother's attention and she spins in her chair, looking at her daughter. "Stiles Stilinski?"

"I think so, why?" She asks, taking a seat at the dining table.

"You can go to the party, I just need you to do something for me." Ara jumps up and starts rummaging through a box and produces a few photographs and places them in front of Alisa. "Look, this Stiles boy has something to do with the supernatural occurrences in this town." She points to different photos and Alisa can recognise Stiles from school. "If he's going to this party, I want you to try and figure out what he knows. He's the Sheriff's son, so I need you to be careful when you question him."

"Are you sure he knows anything?" She questions, looking up at her mum.

"Darling, I'm never wrong." Ara smiles.

Alisa looks back at her photos. The last thing she wanted was to be the centre of attention and something told her that by investigating the Sheriff's son, she'll draw a lot of attention to herself.

"Please, Alisa. For me?"

Alisa sighs.

"I'll do it."