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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜, a feeling that had become all too familiar since the fateful day he was bitten. His heart raced as he sat in class, unable to shake the dread that enveloped him. The new girl, who sat just in front of him, seemed to possess an unsettling awareness of his secret. He could only fixate on the back of her head, his expression a mix of fear and confusion, as he wondered if she knew what he truly was. In a desperate attempt to gather more information, he discreetly activated his enhanced senses, hoping to detect any signs that she might share his supernatural lineage. Instead, he was met with an intoxicating aroma—a blend of floral notes, musk, and a trace of blood—that was entirely foreign to him. It was clear she was not human.
Unbeknownst to Scott, Billie was completely absorbed in her own world, diligently taking notes as Miss Blake elaborated on the life of the renowned writer. The chatter behind her was nothing more than background noise, and she paid little mind to the supernatural dynamics that often played out in the school. Having spent a brief time at Mystic Falls High, she had grown accustomed to the chaos that could arise from the presence of various supernatural beings. Her focus remained steadfast on the lesson, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in Scott's mind as he grappled with the implications of her presence.
For Scott and his friends, the concept of vampires was largely theoretical, limited to the scant information found in the Bestiary. The few pages dedicated to these creatures painted a grim picture, leaving Scott with a sense of foreboding about the potential danger that Billie represented. Determined to uncover the truth about the enigmatic new girl, he quickly passed a note to Stiles, indicating that she was not human and that they needed to investigate further. Stiles, wide-eyed and intrigued, pointed discreetly at the redhead who bore a striking resemblance to his own crush, prompting a silent exchange of understanding between the two friends. Just as Scott began to jot down another note, Miss Blake's voice cut through the tension, pulling him back to the present moment.
The woman addressed him directly, "Mr. McCall." As she guided the teenager out of the room, following the principal's orders from just moments earlier, Stiles felt a wave of unease wash over him. He watched Billie with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, thinking she might lash out at any moment. However, as the minutes ticked by without his best friend returning, a gnawing sense of dread began to settle in his stomach. He noticed Billie suddenly lift her gaze toward the expansive windows, her expression shifting to one of concern, as if she could sense an impending disturbance. It was only moments later that a loud thud echoed through the room as a bird collided with the glass.
Chaos erupted almost instantly. A massive swarm of crows burst into the classroom, their frantic flapping and cawing creating a scene reminiscent of a horror film. Students screamed and dove for cover as the birds began to scratch and peck at anything in their path, some even crashing into the walls with fatal consequences. Billie quickly ducked beneath her desk, instinctively shielding her head and praying that this was not some cruel prank orchestrated by the older Salvatore brother. As the cacophony of screeches began to subside, she cautiously emerged from her hiding spot, only to be met with a shocking sight: the floor was strewn with lifeless birds, their feathers scattered like confetti.
When the sheriff's department finally arrived, Billie seized the opportunity to slip out of the room unnoticed. The minor scratches she had sustained during the chaos had healed almost instantaneously, but the overwhelming scent of blood in the air was a constant reminder of her struggle to maintain control. Despite her years of learning to manage her instincts, the temptation to unleash her darker side on the terrified students was ever-present. Fortunately, her stealthy exit went largely unnoticed, except for one observant teen. Stiles, having just finished a conversation with his father and a phone call with his Scott updating him on the bizarre events, wasted no time in sprinting after Billie, determined to catch up with her in the bustling hallway.
He dashed after the girl, his feet pounding against the pavement of the deserted parking lot as she headed straight for the shadowy expanse of the forest. "Hey! Red, hold on!" Stiles shouted, his voice echoing in the stillness. He reached out and grasped her arm, gently pulling her around to face him. Billie didn't resist; the fresh air had cleared her mind, washing away the darker impulses that had once consumed her. All she could think about now was getting home to confront Elijah about the strange situation he had thrust her into.
"Where do you think you're going?" Stiles stammered, his heart racing as he met her gaze. In that moment, he realized he was unprepared for the task Scott had set before him. Billie scrutinized him, taking in his tall frame, the pale skin dotted with moles, and the honey-brown eyes that were now wide with uncertainty. As their eyes locked, Stiles felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks, momentarily distracted by her beauty. Yet, the gravity of the moment quickly pulled him back to reality, reminding him of the urgency of the situation.
"What are you? A werewolf, Kanima?" The Stilinski boy asked, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and anxiety. He felt a wave of relief wash over him, knowing they were in a public space; if things escalated, he could easily call for help. The girl before him, however, seemed unfazed by his probing questions, simply responding with a name.
"I'm Billie," she replied, her tone casual and unassuming. She was well aware of the dangers of revealing her true nature to a human, especially one as unpredictable as Stiles. Yet, her straightforwardness only seemed to fuel his frustration. Stiles, unable to contain his mounting irritation, launched into a tirade, convinced that her arrival was somehow linked to the chaos unfolding around them.
"Well, Billie. Don't you think it's a bit of a coincidence that as soon as you show up, all hell breaks loose? The dead deer, the crows practically exploding! If you don't answer my questions right this minute I'm going to get my dad - who might I add is the sheriff - and get him to arrest your ass!" He exclaimed, dramatically raising his hands as if to emphasize his frustration, convinced that she was somehow linked to the strange occurrences plaguing their town. Billie watched him with a smirk, entertained by his outburst and the way he seemed to possess an unusual knowledge of the supernatural that set him apart from others. Realizing that it was time to alleviate his distress, she decided to finally address his concerns.
"I'm a vampire," she said with an air of nonchalance, a sly smile playing on her lips as she observed the sheer shock on the teenager's face, his eyes nearly popping out in disbelief at her confession. She allowed him a brief moment to process the revelation, his breath quickening in a mix of panic and astonishment, before she seized his face gently yet firmly, locking her gaze onto his.
"Forget the last five minutes." she commanded, her voice smooth and hypnotic as she delved into his eyes, weaving her influence into his mind. After a moment, she released him, eager to return home and discuss matters with Elijah. However, the boy's incredulous response sent a wave of unease through her.
"How am I supposed to forget that you just admitted to being a freaking vampire?" he exclaimed, his voice a blend of confusion and frustration, leaving her feeling a knot of anxiety in her stomach.
o. 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬.
