♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 forty-four

in the black sea

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

DALLAS DIDNT CALL DEREK.

Mainly because she was kind of avoiding Derek. You see, to Dallas, Derek would've spoken to her mother by now. More importantly, he probably wanted to talk to Dallas about her mother. And by the few missed calls she had by him, it was basically confirmed at that point.

If he peered into her life any more - she'd have to start calling him dad too.

And Dallas did not need any more suffocating parents.

As she dropped on the bottom of the stairs with her coat slung over her shoulder, her pathway was blocked by her mother. "I'm taking to you to school today."

She gave her an unimpressed look. "Thanks but no thanks."

She attempted to push past her but her wrist was clutched. "I'm driving past there anyway. Peter got into some sort of accident. Thinks somebody's after him."

Dallas kept her bored look. "Shame they missed." she tried to pull her arm away but her grip never budged. "I don't need a ride!"

"Its too far to walk. You've been avoiding that boyfriend of yours like the plague, your dad is busy with work and I'm the only shot you've got." Marilyn crossed her arms. "Come on Dallie, I just want to talk. That's all."

With her jaw clenched, Dallas drooped her shoulders. "Don't call me that." she hissed. "You don't get to call me that." she gave in while walking towards the door.

In Marilyn's eyes, it was a small win. A daughter barely wanting to be around her mother was better than one not wanting to be around them at all. Hiding the relieved look on her face, she pulled a pair of sunglasses from her bag and wrapped a scarf around her head. Even so, people in this town still believed she was dead.

The seats were a little too close for liking for Dallas. It's not like she could project her attention onto her phone instead since there was usually an incoming call from one of the people she was avoiding.

"No cheer gear today?" Marilyn attempted to spark up a light-hearted conversation with her daughter as she placed both hands on the steering wheel. "You didn't quit, did you?"

"Laid off." Dallas mumbled. "Better fit for lacrosse according to Coach. Why do you care, anyway?" the girl snapped her head to her mother as trees and houses swayed past the windows.

"Just curious about your life, that's all."

Dallas didn't reply but kept her icy stare out the window. "Not curious about mine?" she frowned idly before letting out a sharp breath. "Look, Dallas, what I said yesterday wasn't a lie. You are my only family." she swallowed hard. "The only one I'm really related to, anyway."

As much as she didn't want to hear anything that came from her mother's lips, her interest was piqued.

"Yes. I have sisters. But.. not by blood. More by coincidence. By curse, if that makes more sense." she glanced at her daughter who sat slumped and avoided her look. "Their names were Sybil and Seline. Funnily enough, I wasn't born like this. Not like you were." she paused. "Peter's right about the curse being an inherited one. But it rarely ever starts out that way."

"What are you talking about?"

Marilyn clenched the steering wheel. "I was human once. A really long time ago... and I don't mean like you were. I was just as normal as your average kid."

"My parents took me on boat trips a lot. I loved the sea as a kid. Never a good swimmer, though. Always told me to be careful." She spoke with a tad of pain. "I don't know what happened. The sea was calm and the weather didn't show any signs of storms. It came out of nowhere. All I could hear was lightning and screaming passengers. I can still taste the saltwater from the sea that poured through the planks."

Dallas' chest grew heavy. "The sea wasn't my friend then. Not like it is now. It swallowed the ship like it was nothing. Everyone and everything I loved with it." she kept her eyes trained on the road. "What was worse, was that it spared me. It threw me on the coast of an island with nothing but sea-foam by my side."

"I couldn't grasp the idea of being alone. I was just a child." Marilyn muttered. "And I wasn't. There was Seline and Sybil, aiding to my wounds and treating me like the sisters I never had." she flickered her eyes to her daughter. "But they weren't innocent. They always provided food no matter how deserted the island was. Seline told me to never worry about it until I found her dragging dead sailors from the sea. Seline had this gifted voice she'd use to lure them in from ashore, and fatally, towards the piercing rocks."

Marilyn's hands tightened. "My sisters fed me human flesh.. and once we all swallowed, we unleashed something that should've stayed buried. I tried to run away, to swim as far as I could and hopefully rid my life of the terror I unknowingly took part in, but like I said, I wasn't a good swimmer. The waves swallowed me whole and took any shed of humanity I had left. When I woke up, the saltwater in my lungs was like a breath of fresh air and I was being fished from the waters by a sailors. The Fishermen gave me fresh clothes and a nice place to sleep.. and how did I repay them? I ripped them apart and left nothing but their bones. I took their ship and I've never looked back since."

What Marilyn wasn't aware of however, was that both Sybil and Seline mourned the disappearance of their saltwater sister. Seline prayed each night for the return of Marilyn, but no God came. Not one of good-intent anyway. Promising to locate the girl, a man called Arcadius granted them a life-time to find their sister with immortality and eternal youth in exchange for their servitude. However, while the man did find out where Marilyn was, he never bothered to share the location with the girls. After all, he never promised to tell them.

After the death of the wicked god, the girls still roamed the earth searching for their beloved sister. More importantly, the town of Mystic Falls.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you deserved to know." Marilyn parked outside the school. "And because whatever you felt the first time you fed? I know exactly how that feels."

Dallas didn't reply but instead threw open the car door. "That doesn't excuse anything." she slammed it shut and stormed towards School.

Marilyn frowned and slouched in her seat as she watched her daughter leave. What she never anticipated about the curse, however, was for it to curse her bloodline too. It was only when she fell pregnant and started to have cravings - cravings of cannibalistic nature - did she make the connection. She wondered if her sisters ever found that out too - and if they had children too. Or, perhaps, if they knew about Dallas specifically.

Pushing away her anxious thoughts, the woman backed out from the parking lot.

As Dallas approached the school, Scott McCall stood slouched beside the motorcycle rack. He glanced back at her before taking a longer look at her father's car. "Holy shit, is that your mom?"

"Nope." Dallas grabbed his shoulders and spun him the other way. "Keep walking."

Eventually, he respected her wishes and never looked back at the woman who hid behind her sunglasses. "I was expecting Derek to show up at my door telling me how careless I am. Not tell him?" he pointed his gaze towards her.

"What can Derek do for Liam that you can't, huh?" she gave him a supportive smile, but dropped it as he waited. "Okay, I chickened out. So what? I don't owe him anything."

Dallas was shushed by Scott while they approached the doors. She was about to scold him for daring to do such a thing until she connected eyes with Liam Dunbar. As did Scott. "I'll talk to you later. I gotta get to class." Liam murmured to his friend while the two watched.

"Come on," Scott nodded to Dallas. "Gotta catch him before he says anything."

Her look soured. "But I didn't bite him. Hows this my problem, too?"

Scott slouched. "You know all about law, Dallas. You were a bystander in his kidnapping."

She crossed her arms and huffed. "Why do I even bother bringing my books anymore?"

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"Liam, wait! We need to talk." Scott chased after him while Dallas boredly followed along.

"If my grades droop because of this kid, Scott, I'm gonna eat both of you." She mumbled while leaning against the lockers.

At the end of the hall, Stiles blocked the Dunbar's path. "Aha!"

"No, you need to back the hell up, okay?" Liam hissed to the boys. "All of you." he then directed a sharp look to the Siren.

She held her hands up with a fake gasp of fear until Liam turned to Scott. "Can you just listen for one second, please?"

When no response came, Scott connected eyes with Stiles who stood at the Garcia's side. He was expecting a sour look or another snarky comment, but oddly, she didn't seem to be in the mood. "Liam.. we're brothers now."

"What?"

Stiles tore his eyes from the car-wreck of a conversation. "Oh god." he then noticed her slight jittering. "Hey, you okay?" he lay his hand on her shoulder and glid his thumb across her bare skin.

Dallas narrowed her eyes at him. "Why? Gonna tell Scotty if I'm not?"

There it was.

"What are you talking about? We just met and you bit me!" Liam spoke over the couple.

"How many times have I gotta apologise for that?-"

"The bite is a gift!"

The bickering came to a halt. He didn't just say that. "Oh my god, he's turning into Derek." Dallas winced. The last thing Beacon Hills needed was another Derek.

"Okay, Scott!" Stiles jumped beside his best friend. "Please stop!" he then directed his attention onto Liam. "We're just trying to help you, you little runt."

"By kidnapping?"

Dallas chirped in. "Think of it more as a non-consensual field trip."

"One Scott did, just to clarify." Stiles nodded to her. "I aided and abetted.. and Dallas just sort of.. scared you."

"Look, Liam, new kid." the girl in question stepped forward. "You can hear him out, or you can experience first-hand what its like to be a chew toy. Your choice." she gave him a light-hearted smack on the shoulder.

He narrowed his eyes at her but eventually obliged. "Liam, I've gone through this before. Somethings happening to you. Something big."

Liam swallowed his anxiety. "Nothings happening to me." he pulled the bandage from his wrist. Underneath, not even a bare scratch was left. "Nothing."

And that was exactly the problem.

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"How are we supposed to get him to the lake house if he doesn't trust us?" Kira Yukimura mumbled. Dallas stood behind her, filing her claw-like nails. Malia stood beside her rather protectively as she listened.

Stiles lay his hands on his backpack straps. "I say if it keeps him from murdering someone, we just chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake."

"Can't. Give it a couple of days and he'll float." Dallas kept her stare to her nails as she spoke. When she looked up, everyone gave her a peculiar one.

"Little alarmed that you know that." Lydia hummed.

Dallas bit back a smile and gave her a wink. "Not just a pretty face, Lyds."

"Okay, we're not kidnapping or killing him." Scott interrupted the group.

"Then let's be smarter." Lydia spoke once more, "We tell him there's a party and invite him."

Malia snickered. "You're gonna ask out a freshman?"

Lydia shook her head in dismay while Dallas didn't bother to listen. "No, I'm done with teenage boys." she paused. "If we wanna lure him in, gotta use a Siren, right?"

Dallas perked her eyes up and found all theirs focused on hers. "Hah." she brushed it off as a joke but when she saw Lydia's serious expression, she faltered. "Oh, you're serious."

The Banshee shook her head. "Come on, you're literally perfect for this."

"Yeah, if you wanted him dead."

"Thats still a possibility-" Stiles butted in.

She noticed everyone's eyes on her and let out a defeated breath. "Fine." she mumbled. "I'm not promising to leave him in one piece though."

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a/n: filler but let me say this, a sybil appearance is something I'm heavily considering rn.