"𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓋ℯ𝓁ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃' ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔"

Over a week had passed since the arrival of Ophelia Stone in Beacon Hills, and it's safe to say that the girl isn't hating her time in the small town. The hybrid's curiosity towards the supernatural inhabiting the place was slowly and surely increasing by every minute that passed. Derek Hale wasn't so much as the enigma as when she had first seen him, but Scott McCall? That's an entirely different story. Ophelia was dying to know everything about him. To find those things out, well, she had to get him alone. It wasn't hard to compel someone into giving her the werewolf's address, additionally it wasn't hard to find someone who even knew where Scott lived.

Knocking on the front door, Ophelia impatiently drums her fingers against her thigh as she waits for the door to be answered. A few minutes later, it swings open to reveal a tired, curly haired woman, who the hybrid presumes is Scott's mother. "Can I help you?"

"I'm so sorry, are you Mrs McCall?"

"I might be Ms McCall... Who are you?" The woman replies, her eyes narrowing at the blonde girl. "It's one in the morning."

Ophelia sighs and nods. "I know, and I wouldn't be here if it wasn't an emergency." She wills tears to spring into her eyes and thickly swallows. "My-my dad just passed away, and Scott's been really supportive over the last few weeks."

"My son? I haven't heard about you, what's your name?"

"Ophelia. I just really need some help right now," she softly adds, a tear slipping down her cheek.

The woman's eyes soften in sympathy, and she opens the door wider for the girl. "Oh, sweetheart, of course, I'm so sorry for your loss. Come on in."

Ophelia refuses to let her lips uptick into a smirk, instead graciously smiling at the woman. "Th-thank you so much." As she passes through the doorway, she follows Scott's mother into the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry about your dad. Is there anything I can do?"

The blonde wipes her cheeks and takes a seat on the stool she is gestured to. "Talking to Scott would help. Is it a bad time?"

Filling the kettle up to boil water for tea, the woman with curly hair looks over her shoulder and slightly smiles at the girl. "He's asleep right now, but you're welcome to go upstairs."

A sigh of relief leaves Ophelia's lips. "Thank you so much..."

"Melissa, Melissa McCall," she states kindly.

"Thanks, Melissa. I really appreciate it." So far, the girl has internally cheered herself multiple times over the last few minutes at her Oscar worthy performance. "He's upstairs?"

"Second room on the right," Melissa tells her. "I'll have tea waiting for you after."

Ophelia gives the woman one last smile and makes her way up the staircase to find Scott. She slowly creaks the door open, leaving the light off, and softly closes it behind her as she sits in the arm chair in the corner of the room. Ophelia shuts her eyes as she impatiently waits for him to wake up.

All of a sudden, Scott's eyes snap open in alarm and he quickly sits up in bed, his breathing becoming shorter as he registers that something isn't right.

"Oh, finally," she announces. "Took you longer than I thought."

The boy quickly turns to her, and he jumps out of the bed with an urgency once realising who exactly is in his bedroom. "What the hell are you doing in my house?"

The blonde rolls her eyes and straightens herself in the chair, a slight smile adorning her face as she hears his heartbeat uptick. "Oh, calm down, your mum let me in."

Scott's eyes widen in disbelief. "What?"

"I came to say hi."

"What?"

"I said, I came to say hi," she repeats blandly.

Scott stares at the female seated in the corner of his room, her legs crossed over each other as if she doesn't have a care in the world. "Why would my mom let you in?" He briefly glances over to the door, then lowers his voice as he exclaims, "She- I don't even know you!"

"Well, let's just say I might have told a few white lies." Ophelia quietly giggles at the incredulous stare he gives her. "All right, let's cut to the chase, Scotty. I know you're a wolf and I needed to talk to you on your own."

Scott's eyes only widen further at her revelation; partly because she knows his supernatural identity, and partly because she had chosen to talk to him at one in the morning. "W-what? I don't know what you're talking about," he nervously rambles.

"Cut the bullshit. I saw you and wolf man that night with Gerard and the Omega."

"Wait, you're the wolf we saw?" Scott questions in surprise.

"Bingo." The blonde's eyes twinkle in amusement as Scott trails his gaze up and down her body, then landing back up at her face with shock written all over his facial features.

"But-"

"I know, surprise! I'm not a wolf right now," she interrupts, successfully guessing the rest of his unfinished sentence. When she causes her eyes to glow their blood red, she raises her eyebrows pointedly as Scott's automatically shine golden.

"I didn't even know that was possible," he mutters. Ophelia's eyes narrow in slight surprise. She had never heard of a werewolf that couldn't fully transform; it was all she knew. The curse that had been placed on her by birth forced her to endure the gruelling transformation of every bone in her body snapping once a month. Hearing Scott reveal that he didn't have that happen to him, that he couldn't turn into an actual wolf? Naturally, it sparked a flame of anger inside her. Scott observes the way her face falls blank as she appears in thought, and nervously swallows as he takes a small step backward. "What do you want?"

She gives him another charming smile and shrugs. "Like I said, Scotty, I just wanted to say hi. Introduce ourselves, get the lay of the supernatural land and all..."

He takes a deep breath before sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes staying on her figure the entire time. "What are you? A special kind of a werewolf or something?"

"Well, yeah, that's exactly what I am." Just not the kind of special that he presumes her to be, although he doesn't need to know that yet. "And you... No pack? No Alpha? Didn't like Derek enough? Couldn't stand being around him for long enough?"

"My Alpha was Derek's uncle," he answers quickly.

Ophelia clicks her tongue in understanding. "Oh, ghost Peter. Gotcha."

"Wait, you've met Derek?"

"I have, and I understand why you turned him down to become his Beta," she replies. "Bit of an asshole, right?"

Scott slightly chuckles and he shakes his head in disbelief. "Yeah, he is," he agrees.

"But what I don't understand is, and I'm sure you can help me out, why the fuck you're dating the daughter of a hunter?"

Her blunt comment obviously catches the boy off guard as his heart rapidly increases in pace. His lips part as he struggles to answer her, and he avoids looking anywhere but her piercing, judgmental eyes. "I don't-I don't know what you're talking about. Allison and I broke up."

Ophelia rolls her eyes and hums. "Uh huh. It's just, that sounds like a lie when I put together what I've seen at school. You know, the holding hands and sneaky kisses... It's like we're in a bloody rom-com." She juts out her bottom lip when Scott finally meets her gaze, feigning sympathy for his situation. "I can see how difficult it would be, you know, with her and her family wanting to kill you and all."

Scott immediately comes to Allison's defence, his jaw clenching in annoyance. "She's not like them," he corrects. "She isn't one of them. She wouldn't kill me," he states. "Or anyone."

She gives the werewolf a sweet smile and pats his shoulder as she comes to stand in front of him. "I'm sure. Just don't be so surprised when she suddenly shoots you with an arrow one day. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of each other, Scott."

Before the teenager can process it, he blinks rapidly when realising that the girl is no longer in the room with him. The only evidence that she was ever there is when the front door slams shut. "Holy shit," Scott murmurs to himself in bewilderment.

"Scott, where did your friend go? The tea's getting cold!"

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"I swear to fucking Satan, if that car is there again-" Ophelia's frustrated words is cut off short as her jaw drops, her foot slamming on the brake pedal. She barely acknowledges how her body jerks forward against the seatbelt, instead her focus is solely trained on the shiny, silver Porsche. The girl growls as she jumps out her car in the middle of the road and loudly slams the door shut.

Nearby students watch in shock as she grabs onto a branch lying on the path and slams it into the windshield of the car, the strength causing the glass to shatter under impact. Ophelia doesn't think twice as she continues to break each window in the vehicle and grins in achievement in the end. She softly sighs in content as she hears loud yells behind her, presumably from the owner of the trashed resemblance of a car.

"What the fuck? What happened to my car? Danny, get off me!"

The hybrid spins around with her hands clasped behind her back, and her eyebrows raise when spotting the boy who she had had a small interaction with the other day. "Nosebleed guy, wonderful," she mumbles.

His eyes lock onto her figure, glass surrounding her feet, and the branch lying beside her. Jackson Whittemore's cheeks flush in pure rage and Ophelia could have sworn that she saw steam come out of his ears. "You bitch!"

The teenager beside him grabs onto his arm, stopping him from charging towards the girl. "Jackson, you can't attack her!"

"Get off me, Danny," Jackson seethes.

Whilst Danny tries to hold Jackson still, Ophelia gets back into her car and drives right by the small group of onlookers, waving as she speeds past. After parking her precious car far away from the fuming teenager and his destroyed vehicle, she fluffs her hair and straightens her leather jacket before getting out once more. As she makes her way back towards the violent scene, she smirks as Jackson storms back over to her with a face of thunder. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," she greets in amusement.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jackson questions angrily, jabbing a finger to her.

Ophelia tilts her head to the side as her eyes narrow in thought. "Lots. Like, there's so many things. Do you really want me to list them for you?"

Jackson scoffs and stops before her. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you don't cross me. My father is the most prestigious attor-"

"I don't care who the hell your father is, you prick," Ophelia retorts. She sighs through her nose and stares directly into Jackson's eyes. "This never happened. You never saw me destroying the silver monster, and we never had a talk after. You will also not touch my car, ever. Got it?"

The boy slowly comes out of the trance like state that is brought from the compulsion, yet blinks in incredulity at her. "What the fuck? Of course, I'm pressing charges! And your car? You won't recognise it later."

Ophelia's eyes slightly widen in surprise at her failed attempt to compel someone. It's the first time it's happened since she was learning as a newly turned vampire. She continues to stare after Jackson as Danny trails after him, the two disappearing into the main building of the school. "Vervain, or supernatural," she thinks aloud. "Well that's annoying."

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Destroying Jackson's car had been bumped down on her list of the most entertaining things for today. Watching Scott McCall dramatically fail at rock climbing in PE? Ophelia is thoroughly enjoying herself. When Allison stretches her foot out to cause the werewolf to lose his footing on the wall, the hybrid slaps a hand over her mouth as he tumbles down. A giggle escapes her lips, and she catches the smirk that the strawberry blonde beside her, Lydia, flashes her. "I like your friend," Ophelia mutters.

Lydia snickers in agreement. "Me too."

Scott grunts as he finally falls onto the mat, and laughter spreads across the class crowding around him. Coach Finstock sits down beside the teenager with a smirk, and from what Ophelia can sense, the man is enjoying this just as much as herself; perhaps even more. "McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy." Between his laughter, he adds, "Right? All right, next two. Stilinski, Erica, let's go! The wall."

Ophelia rolls her eyes at Stiles' excitement as he quickly runs over to get the harness on, though her eyes narrow at Erica's visible reluctance. As the boy quickly makes work of the climbing wall, she cups her hands around her lips to yell out, "Yeah, go, Stilinski!"

"Do you know him?" Lydia mumbles to her.

"Nope."

Before Erica has even reached the halfway marker, Stiles is already descending. When the girl begins to whimper in fear and hyperventilate, the tension in the atmosphere thickens. "Erica," Coach calls out. "Dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

"Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear," Lydia observes snidely to their teacher. "She's just freaking out," she finishes, gesturing a hand to the shaking girl.

Ophelia folds her arms as she feels a burning gaze on the side of her head and turns around to find Jackson deeply scowling at her. Immediately, her lips spread into a grin, and she waves innocently at him.

"Erica?"

"I-I'm fine," the girl shakily calls back.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe," Allison points out in concern. "You know she's epileptic."

Ophelia's green eyes widen in amusement. "Now this just got interesting." She only stifles a laugh when Scott spins over to her, his eyes narrowed in a glare.

"Why doesn't anyone ever tell me this stuff?" Coach exclaims in exasperation. "E-epileptic? Erica, y-you're fine. Just kick off from the wall, there's a mat to catch you. Come on."

Slowly, Erica releases her hold on the wall and pushes off. When the blonde's feet hit the ground, Ophelia sighs. "Finally, how dramatic," she mumbles.

"See? You're fine," Coach continues to reassure. "You're on the ground, you're all right. Let's go. Shake it off. You're fine."

As Erica pushes her way past her snickering classmates, her eyes briefly lock with the hybrid. Ophelia only pouts in mock sympathy as the girl runs out of the gymnasium. However, she rolls her eyes when a shadow casts over her vision and she raises her eyebrows expectantly at Scott. "What?"

"Do you have to comment on everything?"

"Scott, just because we had a heart to heart this morning doesn't mean we're on a talking basis and besties. Okay?"

The werewolf stares at her blankly, his eyes flicking to the side when Stiles comes to stand beside him. "Why are you talking to the hot new girl?"

A smug smile appears on Ophelia's face at his remark, and she looks over to the boy with the buzz cut. "Thanks for the compliment."

Stiles' eyes widen in alarm as he suddenly realises what he's just said. "Shit, shit! I didn't mean to say- I mean, not that you're not hot, 'cause you are hot-"

"Stiles," Scott hisses.

"Thanks for the chat, Scott," she calls out as she walks away.

"Dude, why did you say that?"

"It was involuntary, okay, Scott? It was completely out of my control! I didn't mean to!"

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Strolling through the almost empty halls with a low whistle leaving her lips, Ophelia scans her surroundings in boredom. She scuffs the toe of her Doc Martens, dragging her feet along with her as she makes her way down to her locker. Until she abruptly stops walking and spins around when her ears pick up on something that piques her interest.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What?"

"Show it to me!"

With anger creeping up inside her, Ophelia walks around the corner to find Jackson Whittemore tightly gripping onto Lydia's wrist. The strawberry blonde's eyes narrow as she wrenches her arm out of the boy's grasp. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Nothing happened to you," Jackson continues as if she hadn't said anything. "It's like... It's like you're immune."

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about," Lydia seethes back. However, her confident demeanour wavers when Jackson lurches towards her, causing her to step back and press up against the wall.

"It's you," he grumbles. "Whatever it is, blood, saliva; whatever soul killing substance is running through your veins, you did this to me. You ruined it for me! You ruined everything!"

"Walk away, Jackson," Ophelia calls out, finally announcing her arrival. Her eyes remain narrowed as she glares at the boy's back, Lydia's own eyes flicking nervously between the pair. "I don't like it when innocent girls are abused by boys."

Hearing the English accent, Jackson's shoulders tense with anger, an emotion he's beginning to associate with the blonde girl. "You need to leave me the fuck alone," he grumbles.

Ophelia strides forward and twists his arm behind his back, before kicking the back of his knees to cause him to collapse onto the floor. "I said, walk away. I gave you your chance." Hearing his heart rate increase, the corners of her lips curl upwards. She leans down to whisper in his ear, "If you put a hand on her again, I'll kill you." The hybrid steps back for Jackson to stumble up, the prominent scowl that was painted on his face seconds ago now long gone. He has a sickening feeling that her threat might be a little too real. "Boo," she whispers. A gleeful laugh echoes through the corridor as Jackson flinches away from her, not casting another look back as he quickly walks away.

"Thank you," Lydia quietly voices.

Ophelia raises her eyebrows and nods. "I don't like dicks. He's a pretty bad one."

Lydia chuckles, genuinely thankful for what the new girl had done for her. "Yeah."

"What was he talking about?" Ophelia asks, curiosity lacing her tone. The word 'immune' isn't brought up in many conversations and frankly, it made the hybrid even more intrigued.

The girl in front of her dryly swallows and shakes her head to dismiss the question. "Nothing. Thanks again-"

"Ophelia," the blonde reveals curtly.

A small smile adorns Lydia's face. "Thanks, Ophelia."

As much as the Stone tries to bury it deep down within her exterior, Beacon Hills is slowly beginning to bring out emotions within her stone, cold heart. Anger has been the most frequent, mostly directed towards Jackson. However, seeing a girl in an uncomfortable situation due to the hands of yet another teenage boy... That stirred something within her.

The question isn't if she would ever turn her humanity back on, more like how long Ophelia Mikaelson would last in Beacon Hills without it.

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The first thing that came to mind when Ophelia woke up the following morning was what she had overheard amongst the conversation between Jackson and Lydia. Although, it was something that the male had said that sticks out to her like a lightbulb in the dark. He had accused Lydia of being 'immune.' With those of the knowledge of the supernatural, that word isn't meant to be taken lightly.

Ophelia has a sneaking suspicion that the boy she's listed as public enemy number one is also aware of the so called 'monsters' that lurk in the dark. From what she could tell so far, Jackson isn't supernatural, and neither was Lydia. But for the life of her, Ophelia can't theorise what the strawberry blonde could be immune to.

She had also heard the news that Isaac Lahey, Derek's newly turned Beta, had been brought into the Sheriff's station for questioning shortly after she had left the lacrosse field the other day. Apparently, his father had been murdered. That also meant that another death would be added to those that are surrounding the timeline when the hybrid had arrived, even if she wasn't responsible for this particular one.

Even though Ophelia hasn't necessarily been careful about leaving a trail of bodies behind her, she also isn't keen on being tracked down by Stefan Salvatore, who with no doubt is searching for any trace of her whereabouts.

Her current plan? Originally it was to have fun. However, after coming across the hunters, Ophelia has a sudden taste for blood. Not to drink it, more in the sense that she wants to spill blood.

Kill. She wants to kill them.

She was getting bored. And a bored Mikaelson meant a dangerous Mikaelson.

After doing some looking into the hunters, Ophelia had uncovered the fascinating cover for their side hustle. Google states that the Argents are arms dealers, selling a wide arrangement of deadly firearms and weapons. A fantastic excuse for a bunch of deranged people who have a hobby of killing in their spare time.

Despite appearing not bothered by it when talking to Scott the other night, the fact that he is dating the daughter of family of hunters in secret makes Ophelia's blood boil with rage. So, naturally, this means that Allison has become her number one target. Even if the brunette isn't a huntress herself, the occupation runs in the family. It runs in her genes. Which means that sooner or later she would end up just like her father, or Gerard.

Ophelia Stone made the plan to antagonise the family by slaughtering the youngest and most innocent one first. All the while doing it in front of all of them.

Allison Argent is fated to die.

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!

𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵.
𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘖𝘧𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢- 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰.
𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵...

𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵? 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 2 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘖𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧.

𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵!
𝘓𝘪𝘷 𝘹𝘹

𝗨𝗣𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘
𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘊𝘛 2.
𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳... 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦/𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳/𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘚𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘈𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘛𝘙𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘔𝘌. 𝘐 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞.