♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 twenty-one

a fresh start

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IT WAS A NEW SEMESTER.

Dallas had spent the entire summer with Lydia and Allison. Not only did she have to comfort one breakup - Allison and Scott's - but also Lydia and Jackson's. Jackson had abruptly left school and each of the girls knew exactly why. Dallas had avoided her dad and unusually found a new friend in Derek Hale.

They were still secretive about what they exactly needed her for - and what her mother was trying to protect her from - but she knew that the answer was one that would scar her forever.

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"You want to ask Derek for help?" Stiles whined. He looked different now, over the summer he had let his hair grow out and built up more muscle for lacrosse. "Why?"

"Cause he's got the triskele tattooed on his back." Scott adjusted his backpack strap. "Plus, he told me that he's helping Dallie and her dad out with some stuff. Apparently they're related or something."

"Godfather is not related, Scott!" Stiles tried to excuse. "Still, my crush is loosely related to my arch-nemesis, so, I can already tell that this year is gonna be great!"

Meanwhile, Lydia, Dallas and Allison stood in front of the Argent's locker as the strawberry blonde examined the boys that walked by. "Freshmen. Tons and tons of fresh men."

Dallas knitted her eyebrows and chuckled. "You mean fresh boys. Lydia, they're 14."

The redhead nudged her best friend and rolled her eyes. "Eh, some are more mature than others." Lydia paused. "Maybe you should join me, Dal. I can finally set you up with someone!"

The Latina narrowed her eyes and sighed heavily while leaning against Allison. "Please, I'm on a boy-cleanse."

After what happened with Stiles, they had dropped contact with each other. Because both had been so busy over the summer, it was like the almost-kiss never even happened. Atleast, that's what Dallie thought. The clanking of helmets caught their attention from the end of the hall. Making their way through the crowd, her and her friends set eyes on a pair of twins.

Dallie jumped in fright as Danny suddenly slammed his hand against the locker behind her. "One of these days I'm actually going to kill you!" She hissed, slapping him on the shoulder as he chuckled.

"Sorry, sorry!" He spoke through his laughter. "We need to catch early seats before class - otherwise you might end up sat by Greenberg." He watched as her face soured. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away from the girls. She let out a mumbled goodbye as they simply shook their head at her.

"As weird as he is, Danny's got a point." Lydia nodded to Ally, "Come on."

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Lydia and Allison entered the class, Lydia managing to take the last seat next to Dallas before anybody else could - mainly Stiles. Yet, when Allison tried to search for any other seat, the only remaining one was stationed right in front of Scott McCall.

All their phones started to ring at once. Dallie's purse buzzed continuously as she pulled the device from her bag and stared at the words plated across the pixelated screen.

"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway," Miss Blake's voice echoed through the class. Her nude heels clicked against the flooring as she caught everybody's attention. "Leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky." She stared down at her own phone. "Seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." the woman finally stopped in front of the chalkboard. "This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."

Suddenly, Scott McCall rose from his chair and was escorted out by the teacher. Dallie didnt pay much notice until a pen was sent flying her way. It landed on her desk and she glanced up to where it came from. A few seats beside her, sat Stiles Stilinski who gave her a sheepish grin. She picked up the pen and unwrapped the note that was tucked underneath the cap.

Can we talk? 

She inhaled sharply and dropped the note on her desk. She knew exactly what he wanted to talk about, as she opened her mouth to let out a silent response - a bird suddenly slammed against the classroom window. Both Lydia and Danny jumped in fright, along with the whole class. Miss Blake dropped her chalk and approached the blood-stained window. The squawking of birds continued to grow louder and louder as the woman drew closer. Behind the window there flew a plethora of birds and they were all headed straight towards the classroom. Each bird slammed into the window one by one while some broke through the window and flew around the classroom. Students ducked underneath their desks and before Dallie could register the situation, Stiles' hand was dragging her to the floor. Danny pulled the desks over his and Lydia's head as Stiles covered Dallie with his body.

She hissed in pain as her hand slid against the sharp edge of the chair and began to dot with blood. A few moments of painful squawking and fatal swoops passed by until the classroom was once silent again. The Stilinski boy raised his head from the desk and helped Dallas up with her hand. Dead birds were scattered across the floor and their feathers sat among the desks. The Latina stared down at her injured hand knitted her eyebrows carefully. The gash was no longer there. It had healed.

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Sheriff Stilinski examined the scene while his son sat on the desk beside him. Allison Argent was being examined by her father while James Garcia stood before his own.

"Are you okay?" He noticed her silence. "Look, Dal, I know you hate me but I need to know if you're okay. Any injuries?"

The brunette took a long glimpse at her hand and spoke up. "One." she glanced up at him. "On my hand.. but its not there anymore. Dad, I think it healed." She whispered due to the packed room.

Jim clenched his jaw and dropped his head to the floor while lost in thought. "I don't understand, the pills were supposed to help." He mumbled out. She gave him a crazed look and scoffed.

"What do you mean, the pills?" She hissed. "Dad, what are you not telling me?"

His plan to keep her away from the supernatural began to fall in front of his eyes. "Forget school. I'm taking you to Deaton."

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Stood in front of Stiles and Scott was Derek Hale. He had just recently helped the lycan to retrieve his tattoo that had healed over not days before. As Scott turned to leave, Stiles stepped towards The Alpha who cocked his eyebrows at him. "Hey, I need to ask you a question."

Derek turned towards the boy and crossed his arms defensively. "What do you want with Dallie, huh?" He watched as the Alpha rolled his eyes at him. "Cause first it was Peter Hale's obsession with her, then it was her coming back to life, now all of a sudden you're all related? Two is a coincidence but three is a pattern, Derek."

Scott became interested in the conversation and stood beside his best friend. He never really connected the dots, but as it was all laid out before him - it all seemed a little too odd for his liking. Derek glanced between them and cursed lightly. "It took me a long while to figure it out, too. Her father seems to be hesitant to let any of the information out."

The two boys glanced between each other and sighed heavily. "Cut to the chase, Derek. What the hell is going on with Dallas Garcia?"

The elder werewolf puffed his chest out and let the words fall from his lips. "She's a siren."

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Dallas stood in the pet clinic as her father whispered to it's owner. Her finger traced along the fishtanks while she knelt down to take a closer look. "You said the pills would work, Deaton!" the Lawyer whisper-yelled.

"They do, for so long." The man paused and took a glimpse at the girl who stared dreamily at the water. "Until her body starts rejecting them. What you're feeding her isn't enough. They're creatures of the sea, they hunt their prey. It isn't delivered to them in little chemist bottles."

Stiles Stilinski rushed home and bolted up the stairs. He had dashed from The Hale Residence as soon as the dreadful words had left the lycan's lips. Stiles ignored his father's strange look as he plopped himself down at his computer and threw his backpack off.

Running his hand over his face, the man turned back to the veterinarian. "So what do I do?"

The Vet clenched his jaw and pulled her father aside. "You starve her out. You keep her off the pills. It's gonna send her body into haywire but if she goes without the pills for long enough, the moment you put her back on them, her body might start reacting appropriately again."

Stiles pushed the letters on his keyboard into the internet search bar and tried to control the thumping of his heart. Images of beautiful, mind shattering women plastered across his computer screen as he leant forward. He read out the words that were slated next to the images. "- feed on the flesh of humans which they require in order to maintain their youth and strength.." His eyes widened as he swallowed dryly. Dallas wasn't like that. She was unordinarily ordinary as one could get. But then again, why would Derek lie?

"But I'm warning you, Jim." Deaton whispered. "You can't keep her caged forever. Peter killed her. He activated the curse of the Siren."

"- Water adaptation." Stiles mumbled out. "Can heal quickly from non-fatal injuries within a short period." His mind shot back this morning, where she had sliced her hand on the chair as she fell down. The brunette thought he didn't notice, but he did. When he watched her leave with her father, the blood was still there - but the gash wasn't.

Dallie swirled her hand through the water of the fishtank, the goldfish following it like one of their own. Deaton flicked his eyes over her father's shoulder and frowned. "And it seems like she already started changing." He watched as James spun around. The water climbed up her fingers and the fish circulated around her hand. What the latina didn't notice, however, was how her iris now gleamed pearly and the whites of her eyes became darkened. She hummed angelicly and didn't seem pay much attention to the long stares at her.

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