Aurora Parker is part of the supernatural. She's a vampire and a Nephilum. When she moves to Beakon Hills after her father's death, Aurora is exposed to a different version of supernatural.
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Stiles had driven to Aurora's house after going to see Lydia only to find out the strawberry blonde was drunk. Knocking on the door, it opened. There stood the whitenette in a red and black sports bra, black leggings and white converse. He noticed her muscles but they weren't extreme or anything.
"Stilinski, what do you want?" she asked sternly, leaning on the doorframe with her arms crossed. "I wanted to see if you were okay since you weren't at school." he said softly. In all honesty, he was nervous with the Parker girl, even if she's supernatural.
"Well as you can see I'm fine." she snapped, her voice clearly showing anger. Aurora tried closing the door with human strength but the taller boy stopped her. "A-and to apologize for last night. Can I come in?" he asked, she let him in.
"Why do you smell like Lydia?" she asked, going upstairs. Stiles followed and said,"I also went to check on her, how'd you know?"
Now stepping into her bedroom, she said,"Lyd's smells like strawberry, you smell like apples and a river."
A light blush creeped onto his face at how much the girl played attention to the most littlest things such as sents. "You're really observant." he commented as the girl walked out her closet in a creamed colored short sleeved shirt, light blue skinny jeans, and white snow boots.
"I tend to get that a lot, especially from Katherine and Davina. Though you tend to smell sweeter than anyone I've met." she said playfully while smiling at him.
"Who's Katherine and Davina?" he asked her as they walked down to the livingroom. "Right, I haven't told you about them yet. Technically Kat is a 500 year old vampire whose dead. Davina is another story, it's easier if I just show you." She explained and they both sat on her couch.
Turning to face him, she lifted her hands to him. Placing them on the side of his neck, she ordered,"I want you to close your eyes, open your mind to me."
He did as in strucked.
"Only four 16 year old girls were to be part of the harvest. Each one to represent an element. Earth, fire, water, and air. Her coven of witches used ancestral magic."
Four girls were led through a graveyard in white dresses. "Our magic fades as our ties to the ancestors weaken over time." an elder witch spoke.
"Who is she?"
"Bastiana, total bitch if you ask me."
"Why?"
"Glad you ask questions because this is a one time thing Stilinski. Anyways, she lied to innocent young witches. To keep their power flowing they have to sacrifice 4 of their own."
"To be born you must sacrifice." Bastiana said as she walked to a young blonde witch. "Do you have faith?" the elder asked, walking closer.
"She promised to only cut their palms but instead..."
The blonde nodded and held out her palm. The older witch grabbed it and with the knife, she slashed the girl's neck open. The girl's started screaming as other witches grabbed them.
There was a white flash before the scenery was inside a bar. A dark skinned man stood in front of Aurora, smirking.
"Who's he?"
"That's Marcel, 300 year old vampire whose a friend of mine and protecting Davina now."
"You know what to do Marcel, kill the witches and save the girls, no mercy." The whitenette said and the man nodded. They sped off to the cemetary.
Vampires jumped down from the stony buildings. "Bastiana!" the woman looked at the whitenette in fear. "This ends now, let them go." the Tribrid said but the witch split Monique's throat.
Vampires attacked all the witches. There was only one Harvest witch left. Bastiana quickly walked to the brunette but before she could do anything, a bloodied hand was shoved into the women's chest. "Remember me, witchy?"
"So you killed the witch?"
"Correct, I wasn't about to let a 16 year old girl have her life taken away. Not like how mine was."
Marcel came up behind the man holding Davina and snapped his neck. The whitenette looked to the both of them, "get her out of here Marcel, I'll find you after."
The man nodded before speeding away with the girl.
Both Stiles and Aurora opened there eyes as she cut the memory short. "You protected her." he said and the girl nodded.
"That was 9 months ago, she still lives because magic is band from New Orleans." she explained.
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After the little memory blast, the two had a walking dead marathon. They were on season 3, midway through episode 4 was when the Tribrid fell asleep. The Stilinski was blushing like a madman while the girl's head rested on his shoulder.
