GOLDEN ICHOR || Theo Raeken

zero; luc.

For the first eleven years of her life, Waverley Martin was normal.

She would spend her summers at her family beach house with her cousins; she went to a private school because her parents could easily afford it on their doctors budget; she had several friends whom were all held at arms length because her true best friend was her cousin the same age as herself, Lydia.

But two weeks after her eleventh birthday, everything changed with a simple wrong turn on the car ride home from her dance recital.

At first, she woke up in the hospital with no clue as to what had happened. But her Aunt Natalie and Lydia were there in the room with her, cheeks stained with tears, so she'd hoped that everything would be okay now that she'd woken up.

But her parents were dead.

Her parents were dead because of a drunk driver, and somehow she was alive with only minimal injuries like cuts from the glass and bruises on her chest where she'd been held in place by her seatbelt. The crash had practically torn her mother and father to pieces, and she escaped looking like she'd fallen off her bike.

After spending just two nights in the hospital, it had been settled that Waverley was to go and live with her aunt, uncle and cousin, the adults would both be legally responsible until she was 18 and they would make all the funeral arrangements.

Waverley Martin had come to terms with the fact that she wasn't normal after she found herself on a time out at the age of 13 for smashing a window and then had spent hours crying and pleading with her aunt that she hadn't done it. Then, after seeing the proof, swore up and down and on the existence of her Polly Pocket Cruise Ship that she couldn't remember doing it at all.

Two years after that, she was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder.

It had become apparent that she only had one other personality; a young man with a devilish smile and wickedly cold eyes that went by the name Luc. At first, when he'd written it down, she'd thought it said Luck, but her psychiatrist explained that it was pronounced Luke, just spelled differently.

She'd been asked how long Luc had been present in her life, and she couldn't remember ever having amnesiac episodes before the car accident, though her aunt remembered being called about it once or twice by her frantic mother, and now they were happening more and more frequently all the time.

The first time she could remember interacting with Luc was when she was thirteen and had found a letter addressed to herself detailing all the terrible things he wanted to do using her body as his quote-on-quote vessel, and had been signed by him; the entire thing in her writing.

For weeks after that she'd periodically dissociate, meaning Luc would become the dominant personality, and would return to herself to find out she'd slashed car tires or broken plates or ripped all the pages out of her text books. The worst thing she'd done to date, was set the Christmas tree on fire when she was fourteen and the fire department had to come put it out.

Waverly thought that learning to coexist with Luc would be the most abnormal thing that ever happened to her.

Then, she watched as Lydia was carried up to the front of the school in her terrified boyfriends arms, bloody and beaten and unconscious, understandably terrifying everyone at prom that evening.

Weeks after that, Lydia went missing, something called a Kanima terrorized Beacon Hills, and her entire world was forced to do a 180 to accommodate everything.

She found out that Lydia's boyfriend had been the Kanima and was being controlled the entire time by another student, and was now just a werewolf. Her best friend Allison was one of many hunter of supernatural creatures in her family lineage and that she was dating a werewolf, Scott McCall. Stiles, his best friend, was human and head over heels in love with her cousin, who was an unknown type of supernatural creature.

After everything had been sorted out at the end of the school year, Waverly had gone to Allison with the hesitant question of, could there be something wrong with me that doctors don't know about?

Chris Argent, Allison's Dad, had agreed to sit down with her, Derek Hale and Scott's boss at the the clinic, Deaton, and the three of them could go through a sort of interrogation with her to see if they could determine if there was anything supernatural about her.

She'd answered questions like her date and place of birth, the names of her parents, where she lived before coming to Beacon Hills.

In the middle of the sixth question she felt her heart slowly beginning to beat faster and faster, and then her vision started swimming in and out of focus. She knew that it meant she was beginning to dissociate, meaning she was beginning to switch to her second personality, which made her a little bit nervous because she knew just how cruel Luc could be.

Just as was always the case, Waverly wasn't entirely sure how long he fronting — the present personality — but when she was brought back into the present time from god only knows where, he left her with one parting phrase.

You can't get rid of me.

She blinked away her nausea in an attempt to regain her surroundings, and found both of Chris' hands on her shoulders to keep her steady. She must've been swaying in her seat. What worried her the most, however, was the fact that Derek and Deaton were both looking at her with expressions that were the perfect entanglement of horror and fascination.

"Was he mean to you?" Waverley groaned, her entire body trembling with exertion as her voice dropped to a whimper. "I'm so sorry if he was, he can be—" she paused, brows furrowing as she watched Deaton take a small step away from her "—What is it? Why're you looking at me like that?"

Chris offered her a class of water and his jacket, gently explaining that she looked unhealthily pale and should take some time to rest, but Derek didn't seem to have that kind of time, nor wish he did.

"Waverley," he asked gruffly, arms folded over his broad chest that had only a thin tee-shirt covering it."Have you ever heard of angelic possession?"