♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 sixteen

what the hell am I doing here?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

IN THE EARLY HOURS OF MONDAY MORNING, NOAH STILINSKI WAS INFORMED OF DALLAS GARCIA'S MIRACULOUS RECOVERY. 

He then informed his son, Stiles Stilinski, who seemed overcome with relief. The relief was sidetracked, however, when he heard that her injuries had suspiciously healed overnight. Stiles had remembered how Derek had told Scott to stay away from her and her father - but he naturally assumed it was because she was a hunter like Allison's family.

Yet, Allison wouldn't have survived what Dallas did. So only one question remained in his mind.

What the hell was she?

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Dallas stepped out of her father's car, her turtleneck pulled high and sunglasses resting on her head. "Woah, hey, park it." Her dad called from the inside, She rolled her eyes and turned to him.

"I'm gonna be late for class."

"I'll write you a note." He deadpanned. "Make sure you take these every 4 hours," he passed her a bottle of pills. Oddly, they didn't seem to be labelled and were capped inside of a plain, white container instead. "Make sure you take them with water, to keep up your fluid intake."

"What are they?"

"Just take them." He narrowed his eyes. She decided against questioning him and tossed them into the pocket of her backpack. "And go easy on the stunts in Cheer, you don't want to pull any of your stitches."

Most of Dallie's injuries had healed over already, just a faint graze on her neck where the bite used to be. "Anything else, doctor?" she quirked a brow as he rolled his eyes at his daughter.

"Yeah, no boys." He reminded her before speeding off, leaving her all alone in the parking lot. Dallas jumped in fright as the school bell pulled her from her thoughts - running towards the school doors moments after.

She met up with Allison and Lydia at the doors, who had also been informed about what happened at both the Formal and the Hospital. "You really don't remember anything?"

Dallas shrugged. "I was dead for almost two days," she tutted. "All I can remember is waking up the goddamn morgue like some undead freak."

"Who knows, maybe you're a zombie." Lydia cocked her head to the side. "Although, you'd starve if you're trying to find brains in this highschool."

"Personally, I don't care." Dallas hummed. "My dad's got me on these new pills and I feel better than ever."

"Great, you're a zombie with a drug dealer father and Allison's aunt is a serial killer!" Lydia commented backhandedly. "Way to steal the attention, guys."

The two brunettes shared an odd look before pushing through the doors. When they walked in, all eyes set on both the girls. Rumours speculated about Dallie's suspicious injuries and Allison's psycho-aunt. Some rumoured that Kate might've even attacked Dallas at the formal.

But the biggest rumour of all was that Kate Argent was to blame for Marilyn Garcia's disappearance.

Pushing the hair from her face, the trio made their way down the halls, soaking up everybody's attention like popular parasites.

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In Gym, Dallas sighed heavily as she watched her classmates climb the rock wall. Chewing her watermelon gum, she perked her head up as she heard her name being called.

"Stilinski, Garcia!" Coach Finstock whistled out, nodding his head to the wall.

She shot Stiles a challenging look, which he cocked a brow at. "Think you can keep up, Stilinski?"

He opened his mouth to let out a snarky response, but she was already climbing the wall without him. While her hand gripped the climbing hold, she glanced down at Stiles who had a determined look on his face. If she knew him as well as she thought, then she was aware of how he never shied away from a challenge. "Wait, Dallie!"

A smirk stretched across her youthful features, she tilted her head to the side. "The whole premise of this exercise is that I'm not meant to wait for you."

Nevertheless, that's what she did. Once he caught up with her, he gave her a not-so-subtle nod which she snickered at. "What's up?"

He cleared his throat and pulled at the climbing hold. "I heard about what happened at the hospital."

Her carefree exterior hardened and she avoided his look. "Seems like everyone has."

"Do you remember anything?" He grunted out, pulling himself up the side of the activity. He remembered how Peter Hale had lured her out, how he had torn her throat open with his teeth - it was a sight that haunted him at night. Stiles took a glance at where the injury once was - and now nothing but a small graze stood in its place. "Like anything at all?"

She inhaled sharply. "If I did, I wouldn't have freaked out when I woke up in a morgue."

He nodded along and noticed the sudden change in her attitude. "Right, yeah, no. Im sorry, I didn't mean to pry-"

Mumbling out apologies, he didn't notice how the girl had already reached the top and was already lowering to the floor by the rope. Once he did, though, he cursed harshly at himself and began lowering himself too.

"Greenberg, Reyes, let's go!" Coach whistled. "The wall, now!"

The other student completed the wall within a matter of minutes, but Erica clung to the supporters. Her breathing grew laboured and her chest began to dramatically rise and fall. She let out a few whimpers before finally crying out. "Help, please!" Erica hyperventilated.

"Erica!" Coach Finstock yelled up. "Dizzy? Is it Vertigo?"

Lydia gave the teacher a dumbfounded look. "Vertigo is a dysfunction in the vestibular system of the inner ear." she cocked her head to the side. "She's just freaking out."

"Erica!" Coach called up again. Dallas frowned as she could practically feel the trembling from where she stood.

"Im fine." Erica trembled, her voice shaky and meek.

Dallie stepped forward. "Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic."

Coach Finstock became wide-eyed and stammered. "W-Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?" he let out a heavy breath. "Okay, Erica, you're fine. Just kick off from the wall... There's a mat to catch you."

Flickering her eyes down to the floor, she hesitantly pulled her hands away from the supporters and gently glided down the rock-wall. "See, you're fine. You're on the ground." Coach attempted to reassure her but only succeeded in embarrassing her. "You're all right. Let's go, shake it off."

Erica tried to ignore the snickering of the other students and dropped her head to the floor. Dallie ignored the snickering and followed the blonde, much to Lydia's interest. "Hey, Erica!"

The blonde pushed her hair behind her ear and avoided her look. "Ignore them, they don't have a single brain cell between them." Usually, Lydia swore her to stay away from the 'charity cases of Beacon Hills' but Lydia hadn't been the best of friends recently, and she was beginning to dislike how everyone viewed The Garcia as the cliche mean girl nowadays. Erica's embarrassed exterior softened as she grinned slightly. Dallie knew how it felt to be an outsider - she was the biggest one when her mother disappeared. It became Beacon Hill's inside joke and she hated every minute of it. Without Danny, she doubted she would last much longer living in the town. Maybe that's what Erica needed. She needed her own Danny - and Dallas didn't seem to mind being that for her. "You know, If you ever want to hang out, you know where to find me."

Dallas was rudely pulled to the side by none other than Lydia Martin, who gave her a crazed look. "What the hell are you doing?" She ignored how Erica pulled away from the class as they all gathered into the changing rooms. "Why are you talking to Erica?"

Narrowing her eyes, Dallie scoffed. "Because she seems a lot nicer than you." She watched as her best-friend crossed her arms defensively.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know, Lydia, I don't particularly enjoy being second best." The Garcia swallowed harshly. "But replacing me with Allison? Not even visiting me after the incident at the store. God, you didn't even care that I died."

Lydia stammered over her sentences, an overwhelming sense of guilt washing over her. "That's not true, I was worried about you!"

"Then where were you, huh?" Dallas mirrored the strawberry blonde's actions and cocked her head to the side. "Allison showed up. Danny gave me flowers when I woke up, hell, even Stiles was there." she dropped her hands to her sides. "But the first thing you say when I see you again is how I stole your spotlight."

The Martin remained quiet. She was blissfully unaware of how awfully she had treated her childhood friend and it now made her sick to her stomach. "Don't come calling me when you have problems with Jackson, okay?" She turned to leave but Lydia caught her attention.

"So what, you're dumping me too?"

Dallas sighed and turned her head. "No, Lydia," she mumbled. "I'll be back when the Lydia I know returns, cause I don't know who you are at the moment."

The girls didn't notice the commotion around them until students flooded into the gymnasium. Pushing their way through the crowd, they lay eyes on Scott McCall who had Erica Reyes draped in his arms. While she suffered through her seizure, Scott lay her on her side as Coach Finstock desperately clamoured against the numbers on his phone until an ambulance arrived.

Erica had tried to climb the rock wall on her own - and almost injured herself in doing so.

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As classes returned to their usual routine, Dallas stood before the bathroom mirror and dragged her cherry lip gloss across her lips. She turned her head to wipe away the excess but winched as the pain of the graze across her neck etched down her throat.

Her finger dotted against her skin as small droplets of blood formed atop it. Her father's words rang through her brain. Every 4 hours. Take these every 4 hours. She dug through her backpack and pulled out the conspicuous container. Take them with water to keep up your fluid intake. She dug out her water bottle and stared in the mirror. Dallas wasn't really sure what they were for, or where he got them - but she trusted him anyway. Popping one into her mouth, her face soured up at the taste before she quickly swished her mouth with water and swallowed the pill.

The Latina threw the items back inside of her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, taking one last look in the mirror. Her long stare was broken as a harsh knock at the door caused her to gasp.

"Hello?" She called out, furrowing her eyebrows. "There's somebody in here!"

The knocking oddly continued. Convinced it was either idiotic pranksters or the new janitor, she swung open the door and eyed the empty hallways. In the corner of her eye, she saw the faint swinging of a black coat as the anonymous man climbed the stairs.

Despite how much her curiosity had led to her temporary death, she followed the man.

Her heels clicked against the plastic flooring as she came to a halt. The man stood before the trophies and ran his hand down the glass. He kept his gaze turned away from her as he approached the exit door, that was until he abruptly grinned at her from the doorway before disappearing from sight.

Memories of the formal flashed before her eyes as she stepped backwards. His red eyes. His inhumanly sharp teeth. It was him.

It was Peter Hale.

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Danny Māhealani sat beside Dallas Garcia as she stared absent-mindedly in the distance. "Hey, Dallie!" he caught her attention by clicking in her face. "Are you okay?"

She hummed and flickered her eyes to him. "Sorry, what?"

He rolled his eyes and repeated himself while chuckling. "Why aren't you sitting with Lydia?"

"She's being a total jerk recently." Dallie poked her salad with her fork. She attempted to speak once more, but her sentence fell flat as she glanced at the cafeteria door.

Leopard printer stilettos clicked against the floor. Dallas knitted her brows as they saw who they belonged to. Wearing a tight mini-skirt and a small leather jacket, Erica Reyes winked at one of the students while pushing her freshly-curled hair out of her face. Red lipstick was swiped across her lips and mascara coated her eyelashes. She leant over a boy's food tray and stole his apple.

Dallas dropped her fork to her tray. "What the hell happened to Erica?"

"New look, I guess." Danny answered for her, cocking his head to the side to examine her new-look. However, The Garcia quirked a brow as both Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski rushed to their feet and followed her out of the cafeteria. The Latina rolled her eyes and brushed her curiosity away. They were teenage boys, of course they'd follow her.

Even so, it still sucked to watch her childhood crush gawk after somebody else. Even if it wasn't Lydia anymore.

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a/n: here's a little hint for you guys: her manipulative side comes from the type of creature she is.