(His point of view)
‘Yes, because that sounds like a brilliant idea,’ said (y/n) sarcastically, not looking up from the book she was reading.
Peter snorted in response. ‘I’m glad you agree. So, you’re prepared to kill him to stop the Kanima then?’
I noticed that despite her calm demeanour (y/n)’s hands tightened on the book and her eyes narrowed dangerously.
I rested a hand lightly on her shoulder. I could feel the tension in her shoulders; Peter had finally struck a chord with the normally calm girl. I rubbed her shoulder lightly. She smiled up at me slightly; there was a look of relief on her face.
‘You said,’ she said through gritted teeth as her attention turned back towards Peter, ‘that we wouldn’t need to kill him.’
Peter shrugged. ‘I actually said he wouldn’t die.’
(Y/n) clenched her jaw, closing the book with an almost terrifying calmness. I could hear that her heart was beginning to beat a little faster, and gave her shoulder a light squeeze.
I noticed that my uncle’s attention had turned back towards the laptop, as if totally disinterested in the argument now.
‘Hey, we’ll sort it,’ I said to her softly, trying to reassure her. To be honest, I had no idea what was actually going to happen. I knew she’d been close to Jackson when they were younger, but there was nothing else I could really do to try and help calm her. The Kanima was a threat we needed to get rid of, even if it meant hurting Jackson in the process at this stage.
‘What, so you’re just gonna turn him into a zombie then?’ she asked dryly. I noticed that her hands were shaking slightly.
Peter stopped typing, and turned to face (y/n) with an incredulously raised eyebrow. ‘No,’ he said coolly, ‘there’s no such thing as zombies, darling.’
His tone was about as condescending as it could be, and the effect it had was shocking.
Surprisingly, (y/n) stood up quickly, and I moved aside slightly. I could hear her heart pounding as the anger built inside her. The strangest thing about her reaction, however, was the fact that her eyes were burning a familiar amber colour.
‘You’re a werewolf?’ I said softly, complete shock washing over me. How had I not noticed?
(Y/n) sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head slightly. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes. They’d returned to their normal colour and there was a slight smirk on her face.
‘Yeah, I was bitten when I was like six,’ she said, rubbing the back of her neck in a slightly nervous gesture.
Peter sniffed, a slight amount of confusion clouding his features. ‘How comes you don’t smell like one?’
‘There’s this weird invention called deodorant that helps,’ she said icily, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth though as she looked over at me. I could hear Peter muttering darkly though.
‘How comes you never said anything?’ I asked, raising an eyebrow at her as I folded my arms.
She shrugged slightly. ‘With everything else that happened when we met, when was there time to?’ she asked, smirking.
‘Don’t you think it was kind of an important thing you should’ve mentioned?’ I asked. ‘And how long were you thinking of keeping this from me?’
She raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Okay, so it was a kind of important thing I possibly should’ve mentioned. And I was hoping I wouldn’t have to, but I guess nothing prepares you for the annoyance that is Peter Hale.’
The sun had slipped below the horizon about half an hour ago but (y/n) still hadn’t texted me. She’d said about going swimming to clear her head because of everything that was happening in Beacon Hills. I’d asked her to tell me when she got back though – okay, so I was perhaps worrying about her a little more than I needed to, but still – and still, my phone was silent.
I tapped my phone nervously against my hand, chewing the inside of my lip slightly while pacing at the end of my bed.
‘You know,’ came Scott’s voice from the door, making me jump around. There was a slight smirk on his face, and he was leaning against the doorframe. ‘You could always go and find her. I mean, it’s not like you don’t know where she’ll be.’
‘She’d kill me,’ I said, pocketing the phone though. ‘But, I guess she’d understand. I mean, with everything that’s been going on.’
After about five minutes of pacing I finally left, taking Scott’s old bike to make the journey there quicker.
I reached the little clearing in a quicker time than I’d anticipated. My eyes were on the lake as I placed the bike carefully against a tree though. In the soft moonlight the water shone like glass, the treetops reflected in the calm surface.
The calmness, however, only made me worry.
‘(Y/n)?’ I called, stepping closer to the edge of the water. Something flickered near the middle of the lake, causing panic to rise in my chest. ‘You there?’
I stopped by the edge, squinting slightly. There it was again, the shining thing flicking out of the water. I stumbled back slightly, uncertain as to what it was.
‘Isaac!’ I heard her say excitedly.
I jumped slightly, before squinting at the edge of the water nearest to me. She was grinning up at me, using one hand to wipe some of the water off of her face. I felt my heart settle slightly. The odd glimmering in the water was still niggling at the back of my mind though.
‘You should probably get out of the water,’ I said, crouching beside her as I offered my hand out to her.
She raised an eyebrow at me, tilting her head slightly. I noticed, however, the glimmering flick out of the water closer to her.
‘(Y/n)!’ I said, quickly pulling her out of the water out of sheer panic. I could hear her protests but my attention was on the water, searching for the mysterious thing.
‘Isaac,’ she said, her voice was surprisingly calm though. I turned my attention towards her quickly. And that’s when I noticed.
She had a slightly shocked expression on her face, a slight annoyance too though due to her arched eyebrow. I noticed, however, that the glimmering was coming from her. There was a glittering tail where her legs should have been, covered in dark blue scales.
‘You… you’ve got a tail,’ I said, awestruck as she flicked it in what I could only assume was annoyance.
‘Yeah, mermaids tend to have them,’ she said simply, before flicking me with water. I blinked a few times, my attention still on the tail, before looking towards her though.
‘You’re a mermaid?’
She nodded slightly, averting her eyes towards a small rock by her hand.
‘That’s awesome,’ I said, grinning as she looked back up at me, a smile slipping onto her face as she pulled me into a hug.
‘Ugh, can’t I just say that I’m normal?’ asked (y/n), putting her head lightly against the keyboard, but the sound it created was something slightly dramatic.
We’d been looking up all sorts of supernatural beings all evening – Stiles had Skyped us earlier to try and help, but his dad was working on a case so of course Stiles had decided to try and solve it too.
This had all started the other day in class when (y/n)’d moved a pencil without even thinking about it. She’d been furious with something or other that Greenburg had said and the pencil had landed on the table beside him. There was also the time that the twins had been trying to annoy Boyd. Their mutterings were getting louder and after a few moments she turned towards them, her expression like thunder, and the books on their tables jumped threateningly, causing all attention to turn towards them.
And, of course, since then we’d been trying to figure out what she was. As of yet, however, we’d had very little luck.
I moved towards her, resting my hand lightly on her shoulder. Her screen was currently filled with information on Charles Xavier as well as a small section on nymphs. I gave her shoulder a slight squeeze.
‘Hey, we’ll figure it out and then we’ll figure out how you can control it,’ I said softly, but I couldn’t help but frown slightly.
She sat up slowly, and turned around to look at me, a slight annoyance behind her eyes. The whole situation appeared to be grating on her slightly, and I couldn’t blame her.
I noticed, however, that there was a small book on the table beside her, trembling slightly.
‘Hey,’ I said, moving slightly so as to steady the book, ‘it’ll be alright. We can stop now if you want,’ I said. The book was still trembling, but it began to struggle less under my hand.
She shook her head. ‘No, I want to know, it’s just so frustrating, you know?’
I sighed, kissing her on the top of the head lightly. ‘I don’t know how frustrating this is, but we’ll help you get through it.’
She nodded slightly, just as my phone rang. I frowned, but quickly answered when I noticed it was my mom.
‘Hey, Mom, I’m just–’
‘I think I found something,’ she said, her voice almost excited as I raised an eyebrow at (y/n). Confusion crossed my face though. ‘Poltergeists.’
‘Poltergeists?’ I questioned, and I noticed that (y/n) was already typing, her brow furrowed in confusion though as she got towards the end of the word.
‘Yeah, spirits which can move objects when annoyed,’ my mom said, just as the screen in front of (y/n) was filled with information on the things.
And then, a slight amount of happiness lit up (y/n)’s face.
‘That’s it,’ she said happily, practically ripping the phone out of my hand. ‘You’re a genius!’ she said, and I could just about hear my mom chuckling.
I moved towards the screen, flicking through the information. I could feel (y/n) bouncing on the chair beside me excitedly though.
‘How am I gonna learn to control this though?’ she asked in a small voice once she’d hung up the phone. There was slight panic on her face; her eyes were wide, moving quickly as if she were scanning my face for the answer.
‘I don’t know,’ I admitted, pulling her into a hug though. ‘But I’m sure we’ll figure something out. I’ll help you through this.’
I wandered up the front path, fiddling awkwardly with the little present that I’d brought (y/n) for her birthday. I’d been planning on giving her the necklace at school but she’d been ill – or her parents had let her stay at home for once – so I was left with one last option. Use the spare key to her house and leave it on the table for her as a little surprise.
The key was in a little nook in the wall just under the letterbox, as it always was. I slipped it out, only just realising that both of her parents’ cars were gone. This was evidentially going to be easier than I’d thought.
After opening the door, lifting it just a little to try and stop it squeaking just in case, I stepped quickly into the hallway. The usual smell of vanilla filled my nose. But, rather than calming me like it normally did, I felt panic rising in my chest. Wasn’t it only that strong when there was a candle burning?
I placed the present on the table by the door, before sneaking further into the house, sniffing to try and see if I could smell burning at all.
‘Hello?’ I asked quietly, hoping that someone might actually have been in now.
There was no response, and I made my way quickly into the living room. While there was nothing in there I could see into the dining room.
I could see that (Y/n) had her back to me. Her iPod was on the table, and I could see the wire of her headphones coming from it. There was a candle on her other side. The flickering flame appeared to be larger than any safe flame I’d seen before.
I was about to call her when she moved her hand above the flame. I froze, worry washing over me. But, she curled her hand above the flame at a safe distance. I noticed that the flame appeared to jump off of the wick slightly, a small ball of fire hovering in mid-air. She tapped her clenched fist with her other hand and the ball of fire appeared to transform into a small dragon, flapping pathetically above the wick before settling on it as a flame once more.
‘What was that?’ I said, barely able to keep my voice hushed.
(Y/n) turned around quickly, knocking the candle as she did so. Utter shock crossed her face but she clicked. The candle appeared to hover just above the floor, bouncing softly as if caught in a wind tunnel.
‘Stiles!’ she said, pulling her headphones out. ‘What are you doing here?’
There was an odd annoyance on her face, and her eyes flickered down to the candle. She sighed though as she moved to pluck the candle from the air.
‘Are you telekinetic or something?’ I asked, rubbing a hand through my hair.
She shook her head slightly, her eyes on the candle as she placed it carefully on the table. ‘Not quite. I can control the elements. Well, that’s as far as it goes yet, Dad recons with enough practice–’
‘Hold up, your dad knows?’
She chuckled. ‘How would my parents not know I was a witch, Stiles? Where’d you think I got it from?’
My mouth fell open at that comment. ‘How comes you never told me, I’m your best friend?!’ I asked, outraged, but she chuckled lightly at that, shaking her head with a slight smirk lighting her face though.