Once in a Blue Moon [TW/TVD Fanfic]

Fake Folklore

Chapter 5 - Fake Folklore

Scene 6: Scarf Boy and V-Neck Man

3rd Person POV

It's been a couple days since Briar and Derek got to town. The broody alpha has been in much higher spirits throughout the time of his friend's visit. However, his sudden attitude adjustment did not surpass the mindfulness of the fellow werewolves in the community, thus, leading to an introduction.

Briar's POV

I woke up extra early this morning so I could get ready and have some time to fix breakfast. Derek had sent me a text the night before asking if he could bring his pack over. When I asked why he replied saying that they were curious and wanted to know who was causing his light hearted behavior. So, being the wolf-loving vampire that I am I said yes. I also offered to cook breakfast since I apparently have no limit when it comes to being nice to wolves. He let me know that that was a good idea and suggested a time for them to come over. In the end, we both agreed that 8:30 was reasonable enough, and that's how I found myself sitting at the table with Scarf Boy, V-Neck Man, and Derek Hale.

"Thank you for the food, Miss. Mikaelson. This is really good!" The scarf-wearing teen named Isaac complimented.

"It's no problem, Isaac. And please call me Briar." I smiled politely at the wolf watching as he scarfed down the meal I prepared. No pun intended.

I rolled my eyes, though, when the man in a v-neck commented on my age. "Isaac, she's much too old for you to call her by her first name. I'm sure you've heard the phrase 'respect your elders'?"

This elicited a deep growl from Derek as if the statement somehow hurt him as well. I settled for clearing my throat and acting as if I never heard him in the first place. I then turned to Isaac and said, "I don't know if he's someone you look up to, but please don't be offended when you find you've lost a fellow pack mate." Isaac laughed at this and shook his head.

"No, he doesn't mean anything to me. In fact, I would gladly help you get rid of him. Though, we'd have to let Stiles in on the plan. He hates him just as much as me."

The v-neck man named Peter just scoffed, but goes entirely ignored when I ask, "Who's Stiles?"

"Oh right! Sorry. I forgot you don't know any of my friends." Isaac immediately sets down his fork and proceeds to give me a short explanation. "Stiles is the human of the group. He's best friends with Scott who's also a werewolf, but isn't in Derek's pack. Then there's Lydia who we think is a Banshee. And Allison who's a werewolf hunter."

I sat quietly trying to process all the information I was given. I then came to the conclusion that this place is as much a supernatural hotspot as Mystic Falls. I decided this town was worth checking out, so I made a few calls to the people back home letting them know that I'd be staying here for awhile. Of course, my family said they would miss me and to call at least once a week, but there was one person who seemed to disagree with my decision. That person being Damon Salvatore.

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I'm not completely sure how long I was on the phone for, but I believe I set a new record for the longest argument ever. Damon Salvatore is such a complicated person who is much too stubborn for his own good. I can't even believe I was able to hang up. It felt like several months had passed from the moment he answered the phone to the moment I ended the call. Thankfully, we had settled on an agreement in which he would receive daily updates on how things were going as long as I was allowed to stay in Beacon Hills.

If you can't already tell Damon Salvatore is very overprotective of me. When we first met it was actually in a very dire situation where he practically saved my life. He told me after the fact when we first became friends that he would never allow something as tragic as my death to ever happen as long as he was alive. To be honest, it was very heartwarming at the time, but now his full fledged promise has been the most annoying road block to ever exist. At one point, I tried to bring up my status of being an Original vampire to prove to him that I'm fully capable of taking care of myself. It definitely caused me lots of frustration when he simply brushed it off like it was no big deal. One little mishap and he thinks I'm more fragile than glass. To say I was surprised when we finally came to a compromise would be a massive understatement.