into the void I go…

He didn’t mean to say it. In fact it felt like it came from deep within him, rather that from him. His eyes widened and he slapped his hand over his mouth, trying to stop the words that were already said. He stuttered, “I mean, uh.. what?” This made her laugh which made him want to make her laugh for the rest of his life. He was more than confused, but her laugh made him smile just a little. She reassured him, “it’s okay. I won’t tell anyone. We’ve all got our secrets.” She smiled softly before turning and walking back to class, hair flowing behind her like a veil. He just stood there dumbfounded for several minutes. He grabbed his keys and ran out of the school. He definitely couldn’t be in class right now and he had to figure what she was. The only person he knew that might be able to help him was not in the school, but he knew where he would be.

He pulled up at the animal clinic and ran inside to his trusted friend who seemed to always have the answers – Deaton.

“I have no idea what could do that,” Deaton stated matter-of-factly. Scott, obviously stressed about the situation and disappointed by Deaton’s words, hunched over the exam table placing his forehead to the cold metal. He tangled his hands in his hair as he tried to think. “But I’ll do some research.” Scott peaked his eyes up through his hands to look at Deaton. He knew Deaton would figure it out, he always did, but Scott wanted to know now and that was written on his face. “Or you could just ask her.” Deaton raised an eyebrow at Scott who straightened up. “She didn’t hurt you, for all we know she could be harmless.” Deaton was trying to reassure Scott, but he wasn’t having it. “She forced me to out my darkest secret with just her voice! Who knows what else she could do? Maybe she’ll tell me to shoot up the school and I’ll have no choice but to!” Deaton narrowed his eyes, “Did she seem like the ‘shoot up the school’ type?” Scott settled a little resting his head in his hands, “Not really.” Deaton dramatically clapped his hands once, “Okay then! Just ask her, she’s just a girl.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes, “Yeah, just a supernatural girl.”

Scott rushed back to school with the intent of being there by lunch. Luckily he made it and when he pulled back into the parking lot, he could see all his friends sitting at their usual table. They all looked up at him sitting in his car, like they were waiting for him. They had questions and they wanted answers, but he had nothing for them. Not yet, anyway. He scanned the students outside until he saw her. She was sitting at a table by herself, but she seemed completely content. Several others seemed to be looking at her too, like they were too scared to get close. Some he recognized, most he didn’t. He got out of his vehicle with purpose and made his way to her table. As he got closer he felt the familiar ping in his chest, but he didn’t let it stop him. Scott glanced back at his friends table and saw them collectively sit up straighter, looking as though they were watching Scott’s every move. He eyes Allison, remembering his love for her. Trying to anchor himself to something. Stiles stood from the table, but was quickly jerked back down by Isaac, their eyes never leaving Scott. He wanted answers not just for himself, but for them. For his pack. He had quickly made it to her table, but was frozen. No words or thoughts were forming anymore and he had honestly forgotten what he was meant to do when he got there. She was reading over what looks like her class schedule when she gently picked her head up to view the tower that had blocked the sun from her face. “Hi.” That was all that Scott managed to say despite the many questions swimming in his brain, he didn’t know where to start. She smiled in response, “Hey, Scott.” She said it as so they’ve been friends for forever. “You know my name?” Scott sat down with a questioning look, trying to appear less nervous. It didn’t work. “We do have a class together, you know.” She smiled again, he almost couldn’t handle it. “Or I thought we did.” She smirked. “Oh, right,” then he was quiet again. There was silence. He was staring again, trying to form the words to ask her what he really wanted to know. Before he could open his mouth, she reached her hand forward. “I’m y/n.” Handshakes were a little proper for teens in high school and he knew he shouldn’t touch her. This overwhelming feeling might be too much to handle if he actually made physical contact with her, but it would be rude to deny the handshake. Especially since he had to ask her such a personal question, he needed to be polite. He reached forward and the second their hands touched he held his breathe. He was right, it was powerful. Her face which was sweet and kind one second, had turned sad at the contact, but she gave a soft smile that looked almost like pity. “You’ve been through a lot.” It wasn’t a question, she stated it as though she knew. Before he could stop himself the words just fell out of his mouth, “What are you?” She smiled to herself before returning to look at her paper, “I guess you could say I’m one of you.” Right then the bell rang and everyone in the lot began packing up and heading back inside to their next class, everyone but them. Stiles, Allison, Isaac, Malia, and Lydia packed up as well, but a little slower. They were waiting for Scott. When they realized he wasn’t quite done, they headed inside to their next class. They new that the second he knew something, they would too. Scott and y/n just sat there staring at each other, both trying to read the other. “Aren’t you going to go to class?” She seemed concerned, as if he didn’t have enough people worried about his grades slipping. His trance was broken momentarily, “Oh I have a free period.” She nodded in response, “Hm, so do I.” At this point the last of the students were making their way into the school and with the newfound privacy he felt bold enough to ask again, “Seriously Y/n, what are you?” She relaxed and gave him an understanding smile, “Scott, I’m a siren.”

It’s the first day of school Junior year and, as expected, there’s a lot of new students. Scott and Stiles assume because of the Nemeton, but their naïve hope is that it’s just the natural influx of incoming freshman. There always seem to be more freshman than seniors which makes you wonder what happens to the students in between. Lydia‘s first class is biology which she took as an elective to boost her already perfect GPA, but also to help Malia. She’s organizing her notebooks in her locker chronologically when she feels a presence walk behind her. She pauses her filing and turns toward the reason, slowly scanning the faces of students only to be interrupted mid thought. “Lydia! Please tell me you brought a pencil because I totally blanked this morning.” Malia ran up, eyes filled with panic and books haphazardly cradled in her arms. Lydia smirked and rolled her eyes as she plopped a pen out of her locker. She closed her locker and turned to on her heels, “Come on, you spaz.” to which Malia rolled her eyes and laughed. Scott and Stiles shuffled towards them at their usual haste. “Hey guys, don’t forget to be on the lookout for any supernatural behavior.” Stiles whispered the reminder while looking over his shoulder, obviously paranoid. Malia wore her usual, confused look, “What does that even mean?” Lydia turned toward her, “It means if someone hulks out and tries to kill the teacher, make sure to write their name down.” Stiles squinted at her, “Ha ha, you know what I mean. Be on the lookout for fangs or eyes or anything a newbie werewolf might be having trouble controlling.” He used his index fingers to indicate fangs coming out of his face and hissed, making Malia laugh. Scott chimed in, “Technically, it could be anything. With the Nemeton reactivated, we shouldn’t just be looking for werewolves. We should be looking for anything odd or out of place. Lydia shrugged him off as she continued to class with Malia close behind, “Yeah yeah, we’ll let you know if we see Bruce Banner.” Scott smiled, but Stiles just rolled his eyes playfully. “Who?” Malia whispered quietly to Lydia who in response just shook her head, “Never mind.”

When they reached bio, Allison was already in her seat with books and pencils laid out, ready to be utilized. “Hey!” She wore her usual, perfect, dimpled smile that cheered up everyone around her. The girls responded ‘heys’ in unison. Malia leaned toward Allison to whisper, “Scott said don’t forget to be on the lookout for supernaturals.” Allison looked confused. “Yeah like they’re gonna hulk out in the middle of class on the first day of school.” Lydia eyes widened, “Right? That’s what I said!” They laughed it off as the teacher came in and began introducing herself while going over the syllabus. As the teacher was speaking, Lydia had that feeling of a presence just like the one she felt in the hallway. She looked around the room at all the faces. Some were familiar and others were new. She turned to Malia sitting behind her, but it seemed like she was looking for someone too. “Do you feel that?” Lydia whispered. “Ms. Martin?” Lydia snapped her head around to look at the teacher, “Yes! Sorry.” As she went back to highlighting the syllabus, only half paying attention. Malia quickly passed Lydia a note that read, “ Something is off,” making Lydia realize it wasn’t just a banshee thing. Malia and Lydia were both feeling a presence, but with so many people in the room, they couldn’t tell where it was coming from. They would need to get closer.

After class they rushed into the hallway quickly. “What the hell was that?” Malia asked in a hushed tone. “I have no idea, I just felt something like.. different? I don’t know how to describe it.” Allison chimed in, “Guys, I didn’t feel anything?” They both looked up at her, thinking. Malia leaned into Lydia and whispered, “It felt like desire.” This made Lydias eyes wide as she turned her head to look at Malia. She was shocked to hear her admit that, but she had to agree. Whatever it was, they were drawn to it, but Allison felt nothing. They quickly found Scott in the hallway and told him about their encounter in the classroom. Scott was stunned into shock trying to think of a creature capable of what the girls had described when Isaac ran up to them. “Something is wrong.” They all looked up at him awaiting him to continue. “What do you mean?” Scott asked, trying to make sure no one was listening. “I don’t know I was walking in the hall and I just felt.. I don’t know something. I tried to follow it, but I lost it outside a trigonometry class.” Scott’s head perked up, “Which one?” Isaac looked over his shoulder towards the door he remembered, “Uhh.. 207 I think, why?” They all looked expectedly at Scott. “That’s my next class.” They awaited his next words because they knew they needed a plan. “I’ll see if I feel something, but we don’t know anything yet. It could be nothing.” He tried to reassure them, but when three people he trusted dearly all agreed something was off, he knew it had to be true. He just hoped it was something containable or maybe even good. He didn’t know, but he hoped.

When he walked in the room, he felt it. It was almost overwhelming. He tried to stay alert of his surroundings as he scanned the faces in the class. He noticed a few other people doing the same, looking for it – the source of this feeling. All of a sudden he was sitting. He didn’t remember walking to the desk, much less getting his book out and opening it. He had absentmindedly done all this which made him freak out a little. He was still casing the room when he felt it again, but much stronger. It was close. No, it was next to him. He had sat down next to the thing drawing him. It was.. a girl? He didn’t understand what was going on. She had long curly y/c/h, big y/c/e, and a sweet, innocent face. He was stunned at the feeling he was getting just from looking at her. It was like looking at the sun, but without the pain. Sure, she was beautiful, but that wasn’t it. That wasn’t the reason he couldn’t stop staring at her. “Mr. McCall?” It was the teacher. He knew that, but he still couldn’t stop looking at her. He couldn’t. Now everyone was looking at him.. including her. This helped him snap into reality once again. “What?” He looked up at the teacher, still confused and beginning to blush a little. “I think you mean ma’am?” The teacher crossed her arms, probably feeling disrespected at this point. “Yes! ..Ma’am.. I’m sorry.” He repositioned himself to face forward and put his forearms flat on his desk trying to focus on the book.. hell, on anything besides her as the teacher continued. He stared at his syllabus as the teacher went on, but he still felt the same. He still felt drawn to look at her, to talk to her, to touch her – WOAH. Wait. Stop. He’s with Allison. He loves Allison, what is he doing? No.. what is she doing? He wanted to get up and leave. The thoughts were penetrating his brain, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. If he did, he’d be too far from her. Too far from this feeling which was almost.. euphoric. He wanted to be near her. He needed to be near her. What was happening? His own thoughts were uncontrollable and had scared him enough, “Excuse me.” He stated aloud, at no one in particular, as he forced himself up. He grabbed his book and papers off the desk and hurried out of the class with all eyes on him. The teacher, somewhat stunned, continued the lesson. He ran out into the hallway and shoved his hands into his locker door. Not enough to break it, but enough to shake the lock which made a loud clunk on the hard metal door. He unlocked his locker, shoved his book in there and then shoved his head into it. He didn’t know what was going on, but being out of the room made it better. He still felt it, but not as much. His thoughts were spinning and he wondered if the girls had felt the feeling this strongly. And then it was back. The feeling was drowning him again and he could hear her footsteps. He knew it was her because the closer the steps got, the more intense the feeling became. He jerked his head out of his locker to face her. At his quick motion, she jumped back, scared and cautious at the stranger. “Sorry.” He said almost instinctively. He was staring again, but to be fair where else was he supposed to look. She spoke softly, “are you alright?” Oh, god.. even her voice was alluring. He felt the vibrations of her voice through his body, the feeling intensifying even more, if that was even possible. “Yes, yeah I just think I was in the wrong class.” He nodded trying to reassure his shaky words. She tilted her head to the side and looked him up and down like she was observing him. Like she knew he was lying. She stepped closer and he straightened up and held his breath afraid to be that close to her again. She was kind, but assured when she asked, “what are you?” His eyes widened and a knot formed in his stomach. “Uhh, what?” He tried his best to look confused, but it was definitely coming off more scared. She moved closer so she could speak lower, “I’m guessing.. a werewolf?” She tilted her head but gave a small smile. A voice came from him, “yes.”