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With dry branches snapping underneath her cold feet, (Y/N) let out a heavy sigh before continuing to follow her usual path set with auburn and golden spikes. That unbearable sadness sinking deeper and deeper into her brain made her completely slow down. Eventually, she leaned against a tree trunk and slipped to the ground, constantly rubbing her head against the wood and looking up the dark skies. The girl didn’t see the stars yet, but her mind was long lost in between the Earth and the other part of the universe. (Y/N) didn’t want to leave, if she left, she’d feel the loneliness catching up to her.

Considering the fact that a human being like her found peace in nature and not around people, it was expected for her to be the odd one out. But she really wasn’t. Her (colour) eyes had always become brighter and excited once reaching the empty part of meadow surrounded by stones and unfamiliar types of rocks. Not because (Y/N) was literally avoiding physical contact but because her friends were waiting for her. The three wolves, loyal to her since she was a child. It was as if the animals and she were inseparable. Every Friday and Saturday she’d come to visit them and see how they are doing. And, it was some sort of talent. (Y/N) could communicate with wolves much better than individuals. It’s unimaginable, although a real blessing. Tonight though, she had to say goodbye.

There was a sudden change in the atmosphere and the girl was clearly able to hear the frantic howling of Zeke, Mal and Juno. Immediately, she knew that something was wrong because her pack was fearless. A moment later, wind and breeze were strong enough to knock her out. She gripped the stem tight and frowned at the sight. From slight distance (Y/N) seemed to be noticing an uneasy essence of pitch black smoke speeding towards her abruptly.

“What the hell…” (Y/N) trailed off, swiftly ripping herself from the tree and clumsily stumbling backwards. “No.” She whispered in disbelief so quietly she doubted about saying anything at all. Obscurity will swallow her soon, she could sense it now. Way too well. (Y/N) didn’t know what was coming. She was practically drowning in distress. “Help!” She screamed into the darkness hoping that someone would actually hear these pleadings of hers. Stupidity stopped the (colour)-haired lassie and she turned around, finally smashing into dusk.

Out of the blue, insides of her body felt numb and vulnerable. Something was breaking it into millions of pieces. (Y/N) wanted to cry out from unfathomable agony and get whatever it was, as far away from her as possible. Nevertheless, she was too weak and luckily managed to remember the very last beat of her heart… and the wolves howling somewhere near. The demon sucking the life off of her, counting her final inhales and exhales as a tired individual buried below existence, began to rise from the ashes, more and more awake.

“Hell indeed, (Y/N).” The demon smiled spitefully, standing up in its vessel and brushing the leaves and dirt from her hips. Before it could react, a large and fury beast lunged itself forward to its possessed owner and brought his claws out, digging them and dragging alongside her collarbone. “Fuck!” The girl shrieked, strangling the creature. One of those wolves squeaked in a similar way like a plush toy and hit the mossy surface lifelessly. Sweetness tingled in the demon for a short second. The craving for murdering was fading sloppily, it should be alright for a couple of days.

The monster’s vision became vivid and vibrant, it was definitely enhanced from the older one. Demons had skill to grasp their surroundings with sharply developed picturing, and it was tough for them to figure something out through human eyes. They needed their dimness. While heading for the edge of the woods and pacing on the hollow street. The lights were casting orange and yellow beams on her face. She had never in her whole existence felt more alive. This vessel was the most powerful the demon has ever possessed and the feeling of it was so observable in her veins. Subsequently, the girl quit strolling in front of her house. Thanks for that, (Y/N), it thought. And just like that she knocked on the door, twice.

“(Y/N)! Where have you been?” Mother sighed with relief when seeing her walk in backwards and closing noiselessly slamming the front-door shut. “Thinking, mum.” The demon that claimed (Y/N) as herself, stated. “About what? It’s so late you shouldn’t be going around like this.” (Y/N)’s mother demanded, crossing her arms across her chest. The (colour)-eyed girl turned around and smirked mischievously. “I’m just getting started.” She said, rolling her raven, black eyes. “Your eyes… what did you do to my daughter?!” (Y/N)’s mother screamed out of terror and broad insanity. “But I am (Y/N).” She defended herself. “Answer me or I’m calling the police!” Mother threatened. (Y/N) fished for a name in the back of her mind. “Joanna, right? You see, Joanna, it’s going to be utterly useless because you won’t be breathing. Not anymore.” (Y/N) grinned, seeing her mom’s face growing pale with horror.

In bolting swiftness the demon appeared in front of her, holding her head in both of hands. “Not your fortune.” The vessel spoke, snapping Joanna’s neck. (Y/N)’s muffled cries echoed in the demon’s head.

“Bollocks.” (Y/N) groaned, catching a glimpse of her in the mirror. Despite of her eyes still being dull and hair being a mess, she gave some attention to the top which she was wearing. The once caramel blouse was stained with blood and tore apart. Her denim jacket was drenched in odour of salt and rust.

(Y/N) shoved the shirt on the cherry wood floor, leaving her only in her bra, denim jacket and worn out jeans. From already packed stuff, she dug into her duffel bag and took out the keys from her burgundy Camaro Convertible. 70’s classic. Beforehand exiting her room, (Y/N) made sure to give a last glance at the mirror. Strange thing happened then. She was stunned. First of all, lifting up the jacket she could still see the deep gash wounds, and blood unhurriedly trickling down her stomach. (Y/N) didn’t feel any type of aching, but she wasn’t healing either which is usual for your common demon. She gawked at her reflection with an unreadable face. Was there something wrong with her? Without any further hesitation, the girl smashed the mirror and stormed downstairs, not looking back. Before sitting down in the car and fastening the seatbelt she spun around to see if no one is spying on her. Nobody was.

The engine roared to life and the vehicle trundled down the deserted entrance, departing. (Y/N) threw a malicious sneer at her house, and concentrating ahead. Here the demon goes. For her, it was hardly believable what on Earth she was doing. Moving on. As a horrendous criminal being from hell, honestly with no stairway to heaven it’s her duty to make a run for it. She was doing it for centuries – retaining people. This should be nothing much altered.

As (Y/N) was passing the same direction from the woods were the vessel was enjoying the friendship of Mal, Zeke and Juno, she noticed the sorrow of that place. The wolves, Zeke and Juno were grieving for Mal and aimlessly snarling at fresh, night’s air. They were sensing (Y/N) presence. But, she just kept smiling, smiling like nothing had happened, like they didn’t exist. The demon would murmur her that it’s so much better to forget them because they are nasty and ferocious. She was lying though, impeccably knowing that for (Y/N) they meant everything. Since the vessel became heartless, it didn’t cause much of emotional breakdown for her. Rather, not really giving a damn. If I’m a demon, starting to act like it would do the trick.

Excruciating smell of blood made her wrinkle her nose from disgust. She must get this fixed. Or, make it heal somehow. (Y/N) could already see the advantages and disadvantages of this vessel. Good thing is though, (Y/N) was able to use medicine and doctor objects to feel okay. When she’ll find someone, it will be alright.

Soon enough, (Y/N) approached the gasoline station. She parked her car and walked inside, frowning a little bit. “I need a map.” She stated, dismissively. The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, and handed her the brochure. “Keep the change.” The demon said, grabbing the piece of paper and vanishing out of the automatically sliding entry. She leaned against the window of her Camaro and unfolded the map. The lines and narrow highways, tiny other ways seemed to be confusing.

Closing her eyelids, she held it in front of her. Inhaling and exhaling brought her awareness of where she was. With that, she pointed at the map. Snapping her eyes open and realizing it was indeed, Beacon Hills. The name of that town sounded kind of tempting, and peaceful even. Who knows?

Trees were blurring her view. There were no cars in the back or in front. (Y/N) was following the map and looking straight ahead. Only the road and light posts on the each side of the woods, were throwing violent and bright rays to your rigid grimace. However, the organs did not reveal any possible lights. (Y/N) sighed again, speeding. In a long while the girl could already get a glimpse of a sign that indicated the town. She rolled her windows down and took out one arm to feel the breezing gusts of wind. She smiled, stretching her fingers out. Then, there were wolves howling. A multiple howl and (Y/N) guessed that it would be at least two of them. “So… you can sense me?” (Y/N) muttered under her breath. Of course they can, I’m a… what would they call her? The girl who talked with wolves before her heartbeat calmed and masked itself in tranquillity. It was loud and disturbing that was something similar to the tires screeching. Yeah, demon cannot get used to this. Everything requires practise, no exceptions.

Although, she tried to listen harder, in case she would hear something. Maybe words, or conversations or any form of interaction. Nothingness was floating in the atmosphere, seriously pissing the demon off. It couldn’t get any worse when her car lacked of fuel and coughed a huge ball of grey smoke. So, (Y/N) had to pull over into a dirty path and get out of the car. In the distance (Y/N) saw, what it looked like a halfway burnt down loft. It wasn’t small but a nice place to stay over the night. She’d do anything for a mattress because this car isn’t desirable.

A strange wave of grotesque scents filled her nose. She instantly thought about river water, seaweed and ginger. The combination wasn’t the loveliest, but surely she could live with it since there were a lot of worse. Also, not mentioning the fact that (Y/N) had a thing for ginger and the smell of river water, the demon might actually get a liking in those three factors. The demon and its vessel were connected to each other, causing the wits to soothe. She kicked her feet further into the trail, deliberately approaching the loft. If I’m here, may as well settle, (Y/N) reminded herself for a thousandth time.

The destination have reached the point where the stillness of it became suspicious and jeopardous. You see, it was soundless. And what did it mean? Silence before the storm. Fairly, (Y/N) was as close to Satan as anyone would ever be, signifying boldness and intrepid state of brain. Granting yet, she wasn’t in her hometown or anywhere near where she could probably figure out the defence quicker. At the moment (Y/N) was unprepared, brittle. Shaking anxiety away, she finally stood on the front porch. There was a faint burning sensation and invisible ashes.

The house seemed wrecked and unprotected. The front was veiled with coal and cracked lines, no front-door to mention. (Y/N) snickered and went inside. The hypothesis of there being only a half of the house was proven straightaway. From her point of view she picked out old, ripped furniture, dusty and colourless carpets. Every single inch of downstairs was disconsolate and with an almost disheartening opening to a wide space covered in fog. Catching interest, the vessel sauntered upstairs, clasping the railing. For her, the stairs looked pretty unstable. The windows were broken or scratched, curtains burnt and lost its grace. No balcony. One of the sides missed its walls and a single fabric sheet was floating in the air, attached to a chandelier that threatened to hit the ground. (Y/N) was taken off guard as someone pushed her against the wall and put pressure on her neck. She let out a heavy grunt and yelped.

“You should not be here.” The voice, a man said in a low voice. It sent shivers down the girl’s spine. “Let me go.” She mumbled, shifting anxiously. “Who sent you?” The man asked again, his tone harsher. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Let me go!” She demanded, annoyingly. After a brief nothing, he spun you around and smashed your back against the wall. Vessel sucked in some breaths and closed your eyes, controlling their darkness. “I’ll give you one more chance. Look at me when I’m talking to you!” He yelled.

She clenched her teeth and decided to even her breathing, to calm down and hide. Slowly she opened them. The vision was not as clear, it worked. At the same second, the man stepped away, expecting a good explanation, his grimace promised her that if not, he’s going to rip her throat out. Just then, the scent filled your nostrils again.

“I’m alone.” (Y/N) said, lifting her hands in a self-defence position. He tilted his head weirdly. “You’re bleeding, aren’t you?” He asked, somewhat quietly. “No… yes.” She yearned, looking up at him. He was studying her face. “Why are you here?” He inquired, his face softening slightly. “I need somewhere to stay over the night, but as I can sense your hostility, the car will be perfect.” (Y/N) informed, confused. “I can take care of your wound first.” He offered. “What?” She blinked. “You heard me.” He said, narrowing his eyes.

(Y/N) sat down, on the sofa, wanting to sneeze from the super strong smell of ginger, seaweed and water. The man watched her carefully. “Take your jacket off.” He ordered. “Excuse me? At least have the decency to introduce yourself before attempting to have sex with me.” The demon cocked her eyebrow, feeling safer. He ignored her comment. “Derek. Take it off.” He repeated, crossing his arms under his chest. “Well, where’s the medical stuff?” The girl asked, eyeing Derek. “I don’t need those.” Derek gave her a hard look and arched his own eyebrow. You laughed and cut it off shortly, unbuttoning your jacket and later revealing only a bra and the marks. “I’m (Y/N).” The demon smirked, holding her hand up for a handshake. “Are you feeling alright, (Y/N)?” Derek wondered, wide-eyed while taking her hand. As soon as their fingers touched, he flinched and removed it. “Are you, um-“ She tried, giving him a questioning look. “I’m fine.” He assured in a low voice again.

He brought his free hand to her chest, making (Y/N) frown, she felt just a tickle.

The gashes started to heal under his touch. The demon gasped. When it healed, she spoke almost instantly. “What on heavens are you?” She wanted to sound more confident but it came out more like a whisper. “I’m a werewolf.” He stated, plainly. A werewolf… well of course he is! (Y/N) thought successfully. Only werewolves smell like that. My journey is out of limits, she slapped herself mentally. “Yeah… you kind of look like one.” The demon laughed. “And you are?” He stopped in a middle of a sentence when he heard a thunder outside. “Nice to meet you Derek. I’m me.” You nodded, smiling wryly. Derek stared at you for a long while and then shook his head. “You can sleep on the couch for tonight. You need to leave tomorrow. Got it?” He put his hand on her jaw and squeezed it. (Y/N) freed herself and snatched the jacket away from his arms.

You turned your gaze to the open scene. It was raining heavily outside. So… it was Derek’s place then? You watched him go downstairs, not giving you a single look. Once her ears knew he reached the bottom, her crystal (colour) eyes switched, gifting her with vision she was born with. Being alone, the demon tried to dig for the memories of (Y/N). This particular time the flashbacks were extremely helpful, because she could see a house. It was newly built and woods were surrounding it. On its right, it had a small lake with duck and geese swimming in it.

Memory had people too. The demon couldn’t quite get the point because she really didn’t give a damn about people in (Y/N)’s life. She had killed her mother just a couple of hours ago. Then again, the police had probably found her lifeless body and no fingerprints, and no burgundy car. The most important thing – they do not have any idea who did it-

Derek was quietly talking with someone over the phone, with tension and stiffness. “We have a problem Scott.” He muttered. “What is it?” (Y/N) could easily hear at the other end of the line. “I have someone with me right now. A passer-by, came out of nowhere, I’m not entirely sure who the hell is she.” Derek spat. “A she?” The boy, Scott said. “Yes, a she, Scott. Her smell isn’t human. I’m positive.” Derek tapped his finger impatiently.

Not human. He didn’t say I’m a demon so that’s a win. A doubting werewolf.

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With dry branches snapping underneath her cold feet, (Y/N) let out a heavy sigh before continuing to follow her usual path set with auburn and golden spikes. That unbearable sadness sinking deeper and deeper into her brain made her completely slow down. Eventually, she leaned against a tree trunk and slipped to the ground, constantly rubbing her head against the wood and looking up the dark skies. The girl didn’t see the stars yet, but her mind was long lost in between the Earth and the other part of the universe. (Y/N) didn’t want to leave, if she left, she’d feel the loneliness catching up to her.

Considering the fact that a human being like her found peace in nature and not around people, it was expected for her to be the odd one out. But she really wasn’t. Her (colour) eyes had always become brighter and excited once reaching the empty part of meadow surrounded by stones and unfamiliar types of rocks. Not because (Y/N) was literally avoiding physical contact but because her friends were waiting for her. The three wolves, loyal to her since she was a child. It was as if the animals and she were inseparable. Every Friday and Saturday she’d come to visit them and see how they are doing. And, it was some sort of talent. (Y/N) could communicate with wolves much better than individuals. It’s unimaginable, although a real blessing. Tonight though, she had to say goodbye.

There was a sudden change in the atmosphere and the girl was clearly able to hear the frantic howling of Zeke, Mal and Juno. Immediately, she knew that something was wrong because her pack was fearless. A moment later, wind and breeze were strong enough to knock her out. She gripped the stem tight and frowned at the sight. From slight distance (Y/N) seemed to be noticing an uneasy essence of pitch black smoke speeding towards her abruptly.

“What the hell…” (Y/N) trailed off, swiftly ripping herself from the tree and clumsily stumbling backwards. “No.” She whispered in disbelief so quietly she doubted about saying anything at all. Obscurity will swallow her soon, she could sense it now. Way too well. (Y/N) didn’t know what was coming. She was practically drowning in distress. “Help!” She screamed into the darkness hoping that someone would actually hear these pleadings of hers. Stupidity stopped the (colour)-haired lassie and she turned around, finally smashing into dusk.

Out of the blue, insides of her body felt numb and vulnerable. Something was breaking it into millions of pieces. (Y/N) wanted to cry out from unfathomable agony and get whatever it was, as far away from her as possible. Nevertheless, she was too weak and luckily managed to remember the very last beat of her heart… and the wolves howling somewhere near. The demon sucking the life off of her, counting her final inhales and exhales as a tired individual buried below existence, began to rise from the ashes, more and more awake.

“Hell indeed, (Y/N).” The demon smiled spitefully, standing up in its vessel and brushing the leaves and dirt from her hips. Before it could react, a large and fury beast lunged itself forward to its possessed owner and brought his claws out, digging them and dragging alongside her collarbone. “Fuck!” The girl shrieked, strangling the creature. One of those wolves squeaked in a similar way like a plush toy and hit the mossy surface lifelessly. Sweetness tingled in the demon for a short second. The craving for murdering was fading sloppily, it should be alright for a couple of days.

The monster’s vision became vivid and vibrant, it was definitely enhanced from the older one. Demons had skill to grasp their surroundings with sharply developed picturing, and it was tough for them to figure something out through human eyes. They needed their dimness. While heading for the edge of the woods and pacing on the hollow street. The lights were casting orange and yellow beams on her face. She had never in her whole existence felt more alive. This vessel was the most powerful the demon has ever possessed and the feeling of it was so observable in her veins. Subsequently, the girl quit strolling in front of her house. Thanks for that, (Y/N), it thought. And just like that she knocked on the door, twice.

“(Y/N)! Where have you been?” Mother sighed with relief when seeing her walk in backwards and closing noiselessly slamming the front-door shut. “Thinking, mum.” The demon that claimed (Y/N) as herself, stated. “About what? It’s so late you shouldn’t be going around like this.” (Y/N)’s mother demanded, crossing her arms across her chest. The (colour)-eyed girl turned around and smirked mischievously. “I’m just getting started.” She said, rolling her raven, black eyes. “Your eyes… what did you do to my daughter?!” (Y/N)’s mother screamed out of terror and broad insanity. “But I am (Y/N).” She defended herself. “Answer me or I’m calling the police!” Mother threatened. (Y/N) fished for a name in the back of her mind. “Joanna, right? You see, Joanna, it’s going to be utterly useless because you won’t be breathing. Not anymore.” (Y/N) grinned, seeing her mom’s face growing pale with horror.

In bolting swiftness the demon appeared in front of her, holding her head in both of hands. “Not your fortune.” The vessel spoke, snapping Joanna’s neck. (Y/N)’s muffled cries echoed in the demon’s head.

“Bollocks.” (Y/N) groaned, catching a glimpse of her in the mirror. Despite of her eyes still being dull and hair being a mess, she gave some attention to the top which she was wearing. The once caramel blouse was stained with blood and tore apart. Her denim jacket was drenched in odour of salt and rust.

(Y/N) shoved the shirt on the cherry wood floor, leaving her only in her bra, denim jacket and worn out jeans. From already packed stuff, she dug into her duffel bag and took out the keys from her burgundy Camaro Convertible. 70’s classic. Beforehand exiting her room, (Y/N) made sure to give a last glance at the mirror. Strange thing happened then. She was stunned. First of all, lifting up the jacket she could still see the deep gash wounds, and blood unhurriedly trickling down her stomach. (Y/N) didn’t feel any type of aching, but she wasn’t healing either which is usual for your common demon. She gawked at her reflection with an unreadable face. Was there something wrong with her? Without any further hesitation, the girl smashed the mirror and stormed downstairs, not looking back. Before sitting down in the car and fastening the seatbelt she spun around to see if no one is spying on her. Nobody was.

The engine roared to life and the vehicle trundled down the deserted entrance, departing. (Y/N) threw a malicious sneer at her house, and concentrating ahead. Here the demon goes. For her, it was hardly believable what on Earth she was doing. Moving on. As a horrendous criminal being from hell, honestly with no stairway to heaven it’s her duty to make a run for it. She was doing it for centuries – retaining people. This should be nothing much altered.

As (Y/N) was passing the same direction from the woods were the vessel was enjoying the friendship of Mal, Zeke and Juno, she noticed the sorrow of that place. The wolves, Zeke and Juno were grieving for Mal and aimlessly snarling at fresh, night’s air. They were sensing (Y/N) presence. But, she just kept smiling, smiling like nothing had happened, like they didn’t exist. The demon would murmur her that it’s so much better to forget them because they are nasty and ferocious. She was lying though, impeccably knowing that for (Y/N) they meant everything. Since the vessel became heartless, it didn’t cause much of emotional breakdown for her. Rather, not really giving a damn. If I’m a demon, starting to act like it would do the trick.

Excruciating smell of blood made her wrinkle her nose from disgust. She must get this fixed. Or, make it heal somehow. (Y/N) could already see the advantages and disadvantages of this vessel. Good thing is though, (Y/N) was able to use medicine and doctor objects to feel okay. When she’ll find someone, it will be alright.

Soon enough, (Y/N) approached the gasoline station. She parked her car and walked inside, frowning a little bit. “I need a map.” She stated, dismissively. The shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, and handed her the brochure. “Keep the change.” The demon said, grabbing the piece of paper and vanishing out of the automatically sliding entry. She leaned against the window of her Camaro and unfolded the map. The lines and narrow highways, tiny other ways seemed to be confusing.

Closing her eyelids, she held it in front of her. Inhaling and exhaling brought her awareness of where she was. With that, she pointed at the map. Snapping her eyes open and realizing it was indeed, Beacon Hills. The name of that town sounded kind of tempting, and peaceful even. Who knows?

Trees were blurring her view. There were no cars in the back or in front. (Y/N) was following the map and looking straight ahead. Only the road and light posts on the each side of the woods, were throwing violent and bright rays to your rigid grimace. However, the organs did not reveal any possible lights. (Y/N) sighed again, speeding. In a long while the girl could already get a glimpse of a sign that indicated the town. She rolled her windows down and took out one arm to feel the breezing gusts of wind. She smiled, stretching her fingers out. Then, there were wolves howling. A multiple howl and (Y/N) guessed that it would be at least two of them. “So… you can sense me?” (Y/N) muttered under her breath. Of course they can, I’m a… what would they call her? The girl who talked with wolves before her heartbeat calmed and masked itself in tranquillity. It was loud and disturbing that was something similar to the tires screeching. Yeah, demon cannot get used to this. Everything requires practise, no exceptions.

Although, she tried to listen harder, in case she would hear something. Maybe words, or conversations or any form of interaction. Nothingness was floating in the atmosphere, seriously pissing the demon off. It couldn’t get any worse when her car lacked of fuel and coughed a huge ball of grey smoke. So, (Y/N) had to pull over into a dirty path and get out of the car. In the distance (Y/N) saw, what it looked like a halfway burnt down loft. It wasn’t small but a nice place to stay over the night. She’d do anything for a mattress because this car isn’t desirable.

A strange wave of grotesque scents filled her nose. She instantly thought about river water, seaweed and ginger. The combination wasn’t the loveliest, but surely she could live with it since there were a lot of worse. Also, not mentioning the fact that (Y/N) had a thing for ginger and the smell of river water, the demon might actually get a liking in those three factors. The demon and its vessel were connected to each other, causing the wits to soothe. She kicked her feet further into the trail, deliberately approaching the loft. If I’m here, may as well settle, (Y/N) reminded herself for a thousandth time.

The destination have reached the point where the stillness of it became suspicious and jeopardous. You see, it was soundless. And what did it mean? Silence before the storm. Fairly, (Y/N) was as close to Satan as anyone would ever be, signifying boldness and intrepid state of brain. Granting yet, she wasn’t in her hometown or anywhere near where she could probably figure out the defence quicker. At the moment (Y/N) was unprepared, brittle. Shaking anxiety away, she finally stood on the front porch. There was a faint burning sensation and invisible ashes.

The house seemed wrecked and unprotected. The front was veiled with coal and cracked lines, no front-door to mention. (Y/N) snickered and went inside. The hypothesis of there being only a half of the house was proven straightaway. From her point of view she picked out old, ripped furniture, dusty and colourless carpets. Every single inch of downstairs was disconsolate and with an almost disheartening opening to a wide space covered in fog. Catching interest, the vessel sauntered upstairs, clasping the railing. For her, the stairs looked pretty unstable. The windows were broken or scratched, curtains burnt and lost its grace. No balcony. One of the sides missed its walls and a single fabric sheet was floating in the air, attached to a chandelier that threatened to hit the ground. (Y/N) was taken off guard as someone pushed her against the wall and put pressure on her neck. She let out a heavy grunt and yelped.

“You should not be here.” The voice, a man said in a low voice. It sent shivers down the girl’s spine. “Let me go.” She mumbled, shifting anxiously. “Who sent you?” The man asked again, his tone harsher. “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Let me go!” She demanded, annoyingly. After a brief nothing, he spun you around and smashed your back against the wall. Vessel sucked in some breaths and closed your eyes, controlling their darkness. “I’ll give you one more chance. Look at me when I’m talking to you!” He yelled.

She clenched her teeth and decided to even her breathing, to calm down and hide. Slowly she opened them. The vision was not as clear, it worked. At the same second, the man stepped away, expecting a good explanation, his grimace promised her that if not, he’s going to rip her throat out. Just then, the scent filled your nostrils again.

“I’m alone.” (Y/N) said, lifting her hands in a self-defence position. He tilted his head weirdly. “You’re bleeding, aren’t you?” He asked, somewhat quietly. “No… yes.” She yearned, looking up at him. He was studying her face. “Why are you here?” He inquired, his face softening slightly. “I need somewhere to stay over the night, but as I can sense your hostility, the car will be perfect.” (Y/N) informed, confused. “I can take care of your wound first.” He offered. “What?” She blinked. “You heard me.” He said, narrowing his eyes.

(Y/N) sat down, on the sofa, wanting to sneeze from the super strong smell of ginger, seaweed and water. The man watched her carefully. “Take your jacket off.” He ordered. “Excuse me? At least have the decency to introduce yourself before attempting to have sex with me.” The demon cocked her eyebrow, feeling safer. He ignored her comment. “Derek. Take it off.” He repeated, crossing his arms under his chest. “Well, where’s the medical stuff?” The girl asked, eyeing Derek. “I don’t need those.” Derek gave her a hard look and arched his own eyebrow. You laughed and cut it off shortly, unbuttoning your jacket and later revealing only a bra and the marks. “I’m (Y/N).” The demon smirked, holding her hand up for a handshake. “Are you feeling alright, (Y/N)?” Derek wondered, wide-eyed while taking her hand. As soon as their fingers touched, he flinched and removed it. “Are you, um-“ She tried, giving him a questioning look. “I’m fine.” He assured in a low voice again.

He brought his free hand to her chest, making (Y/N) frown, she felt just a tickle.

The gashes started to heal under his touch. The demon gasped. When it healed, she spoke almost instantly. “What on heavens are you?” She wanted to sound more confident but it came out more like a whisper. “I’m a werewolf.” He stated, plainly. A werewolf… well of course he is! (Y/N) thought successfully. Only werewolves smell like that. My journey is out of limits, she slapped herself mentally. “Yeah… you kind of look like one.” The demon laughed. “And you are?” He stopped in a middle of a sentence when he heard a thunder outside. “Nice to meet you Derek. I’m me.” You nodded, smiling wryly. Derek stared at you for a long while and then shook his head. “You can sleep on the couch for tonight. You need to leave tomorrow. Got it?” He put his hand on her jaw and squeezed it. (Y/N) freed herself and snatched the jacket away from his arms.

You turned your gaze to the open scene. It was raining heavily outside. So… it was Derek’s place then? You watched him go downstairs, not giving you a single look. Once her ears knew he reached the bottom, her crystal (colour) eyes switched, gifting her with vision she was born with. Being alone, the demon tried to dig for the memories of (Y/N). This particular time the flashbacks were extremely helpful, because she could see a house. It was newly built and woods were surrounding it. On its right, it had a small lake with duck and geese swimming in it.

Memory had people too. The demon couldn’t quite get the point because she really didn’t give a damn about people in (Y/N)’s life. She had killed her mother just a couple of hours ago. Then again, the police had probably found her lifeless body and no fingerprints, and no burgundy car. The most important thing – they do not have any idea who did it-

Derek was quietly talking with someone over the phone, with tension and stiffness. “We have a problem Scott.” He muttered. “What is it?” (Y/N) could easily hear at the other end of the line. “I have someone with me right now. A passer-by, came out of nowhere, I’m not entirely sure who the hell is she.” Derek spat. “A she?” The boy, Scott said. “Yes, a she, Scott. Her smell isn’t human. I’m positive.” Derek tapped his finger impatiently.

Not human. He didn’t say I’m a demon so that’s a win. A doubting werewolf.