Me in 2012:
*Sees Jeff Davis and the entire cast of Teen Wolf make positive acknowledgement that Sterek is a very real possibility* I can't believe it. Sterek is actually happening. Things are turning around :')
*consistently lets me down, everyone goes back on their word*
Me in 2016:
Never again will I be fooled.
Saphael! Climon! Sizzy! PANSEXUALITY here we go
I can't believe it. Saphael is actually happening. Things are turning around :')
A/N: sorry it’s been a while, I haven’t been well and all, and tbh I’m not better yet, but this is the latest I’ve stayed awake in at least 3+ weeks and I wanted to do something nice, and I really like this story, sooo I did it. I’m still working on the requests I’ve got at the moment, but (I dunno if it’s because of me) they seem to be becoming rather long, so don’t fret!!
Word Count: 2203
By the time lunch time rolled around, all the Shadowhunters were starving, and were pretty sure they’d figured out all there was to figure out about the attacks without actually talking to an attack or attacker. Alec was the first to make it into the cafeteria, accompanied by Y/N and Jason. They bought their food and then sat down at one of the table, chatting away happily. Simon was the next to walk in, with Scott and his friends. They sat at a different table, and Simon was introduced to Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Isaac and Liam. He was eagerly asking them lots of questions, and the moment Star Wars came up, Stiles and Simon were lost in a world of their own even forgetting to keep eating the food in front of them. Izzy, Clary and Jace came in separately, but sat together as they ate. “I found out where the attacks happened.” Clary said quietly. “Or at least, where the victims were most likely followed from.” “And they were checked for infection, because they were recognisably bitten by a human.” Izzy added, “I don’t think we’re looking for a vampire.” “But if they’re not a vampire, then why are they biting people and draining their blood?” Jace frowned. “That’s the thing, they weren’t drained of much blood.” Izzy shrugged. “And, they were all girls who were known for risky behaviours.” “Alright. So one of us gets ourselves a name for being risky, and we go from there?” Clary suggested. Just then, you and Alec walked over, Alec sitting beside Jace. “Jace, Izzy, Clary, this is Y/N. Y/N, Jace, Izzy, my sister, and Clary.” He gestured to them each as he said their names, and you gave them a wave and a shy smile. “Hey.” Izzy smiled at you and patted the seat beside her, and you shyly sat down. Since they were all in mission mode with runes activated, they could see how nervous you were, and it was made slightly more obvious to them about how pale you were. Eager to help you relax, wanting you to feel at ease with them (in case you accidentally revealed something), Izzy twirled a strand of your hair around her finger. “I love your hair, is this your natural colour?” You nodded your head shyly, blushing. “Yeah, I’m not a big fan of it though. I’d kill to have hair like yours.” You nodded towards Izzy’s gorgeous black locks, which were hanging free. “Do you have any sisters?” She asked, giving you a smile. You relaxed a bit, and shook your head. “No, I’m an only child, I live with my dad, so I don’t really get to do girly things like dying my hair or anything.” Izzy and Clary immediately exchanged looks, and Alec gave you a smile. “They’re gonna force you to have a girls night now.” You smiled. “I don’t mind, I’d love a girls night.” Just then, the bell went, and you gave Alec a smile. “Ready for Maths?”
By the end of the day, the Shadowhunters were surprisingly tired, though Clary and Simon were fine, being well used to the trials of a school day. They all went back to the house near the school that they were renting for the duration of their mission, and then sat around the table, very official, with notebooks and stuff. “It’s not a vampire.” Jace said, resting his elbows on the table. “Alright, how do we know?” Alec asked, spinning his pen in his fingers. “The bites were recognisably human.” Jace replied, which Alec quickly jotted down. “What else do we know?” He asked, looking around everyone. “All the attacks were during the day.” Izzy said. “None were fatal, and only a little bit of blood was lost, probably not even taken deliberately.” Clary stood up and put the kettle on. “Simon?” Alec asked, noticing he looked a little uncomfortable. “You find out anything?” He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. “There’s a pack of werewolves in the school.” “WHAT!” “They’re not dangerous, they know what they’re doing. They’re even more in-control than Luke’s pack. I was talking to them, ditched a period because apparently saying ‘I know you’re a werewolf’ is cause for a secret discussion in the music room.” Simon shrugged, then smiled. “They’re nice though, don’t even care that I’m a vampire. One of them is a werecoyote, and another’s a banshee or something? I dunno, but I like them. They don’t discriminate.” His voice never showed any sign of malice, but his words had a hint of ‘stupid elitist shadowhunters’. “Alright.” Alec nodded, jotting that down. “So we’re not looking for a vampire then?” Simon bit his lip, deciding to stay quiet for the moment. “I guess not.” Izzy sighed, before nudging Alec. “Y/N seems nice.” He nodded. “She does, when are you guys having your girls’ night?” He grinned at Izzy. “Just a heads up, she’s a lot more confident once she warms up to you.” Clary put cups of coffee in front of everyone, sitting back down. “I don’t know about you guys, but my runes were acting up all day, I felt on edge the whole time. There’s definitely something there, and we need to fix it.” “I felt it too.” Alec nodded. “What do we know about beings that bite?” Jace sighed and opened the big lore book on the table, looking through the pages. “It could be Forsaken, but they generally keep going until they kill.” “And they don’t discriminate.” Izzy added. “Only girls have been attacked yet.” Simon sipped his coffee, his teeth tapping annoyingly off the edge of the mug, and had a thought. A eureka moment, if you will. “What if a vampire filed down their fangs?” He asked. They all stared at him for a second, before another discussion started, which led to an argument. That was the only thing Simon had said since getting back from school, and he was getting fed up of listening to the others arguing, and he really needed to talk to Raphael. After a few hours, he stood up and left, the others too deep in their discussion to notice.
“Raphael!” Simon called, walking into the Hotel DuMort. “Simon, outside, now.” Raphael walked right out of the hotel, taking Simon by the collar and pulling him out with him. “I could barely sleep with all your incessant texting!” “Did you bother to read any of them?” Simon frowned. “No, I was too busy trying to sleep.” Raphael let Simon go, leaning against the wall of the alley they were standing in. “Well there’s a vampire, they have no idea what they’re doing. I want to find them and help them, the way you helped me, but I can’t seem to figure out who they are.” Simon sighed. “I need help.” Raphael thought for a moment, then wrinkled his nose. “You smell like wolves.” “Yes I know.” Simon rolled his eyes. “There’s a pack in the school where the Shadowhunters are for their mission, at the moment they don’t think they’re looking for a vampire, so they don’t need me, but I know there is a vampire there, and they need me.” Raphael rolled his eyes. “Well then ask the wolves, apparently vampires smell just as bad to them as they do to us, they’ll find your vampire.” Simon nodded, then appeared in front of Raphael, who had started walking away. “One more thing.” “What?” Raphael huffed. “Once I find them, how do I help them?” Simon asked quietly. Raphael couldn’t help but roll his eyes and let out a little laugh. “Simon, if the Shadowhunters aren’t on their tail already, then they probably know what they’re doing. They might not even need you.” Simon nodded. “One more thing.” “What? I’m getting bored, and hungry.” Raphael warned. “Is it possible for a vampire to file off their fangs?” Simon asked. “So, like they’re not leaving recognisably vampire marks in their victims?” Raphael shook his head. “No, they grow back, part of our healing ability.” Simon nodded. “Thanks Raphael, sorry for keeping you up.” He made to leave, but Raphael caught his arm. “Simon, when you find this vampire, tell them about Shadowhunters and the Clave. Just because they’ve been lucky so far, doesn’t mean they’ll stay that way. And if they need a family, send them to me, alright?” Simon nodded, and gave him a smile. “Thank you, Raphael.” And then he buzzed off.
You closed the blinds to your bedroom, then turned to Jason. “I’m so sorry.” You murmured, stepping closer to him. He laughed, rolling his eyes. “You’re doing this so that you don’t hurt innocent people, I don’t think you need to apologise.” He sat down on your bed and held out his arm, offering you his wrist. “I know, but I still feel bad.” You sighed, kneeling down and sinking your teeth into his wrist, slowly drinking his blood. Once you’d taken enough to tide you over for a little while, you traced your tongue over his wounds, healing them, and leaned back. “I’m still sorry about your leg.” You sighed, sitting next to him. “I didn’t mean to break it.” Jason laughed, laying back on your bed. “Well, I hate P.E. anyway, so really you did me a favour. Could you pass me that orange juice?” You passed him the carton of orange juice, having read off the internet that it was a good thing to have after giving blood, which was basically what Jason was doing. He sat up and pushed the straw through the little hole at the top, and then started to sip at it. “So those new kids seem a little weird.” “I know,” you agreed, “especially since they all seem to know each other and were asking about the attacks and stuff. And I heard the other ones talking about vampires at lunch when you were chatting with Alec.” “Maybe they think you were the one attacking people?” Jason suggested. “I mean, because they were being bitten and all, it makes sense.” You nodded, chewing your lip. “Yeah I guess, and my fangs aren’t that obvious, they just look like slightly pointy teeth, but the marks on the victims was definitely human, like one hundred and ten percent human.” Jason nodded, thinking. “You know, we could try to find out what, or who, is behind the attacks?” You nodded, then frowned. “But I don’t have any special powers, what am I supposed to do if they attack me? And don’t you dare say you’ll protect me, because I managed to break your leg.” “We don’t even know if anything will happen, it’s worth a shot.” Jason reasoned. “But it’s stupid and reckless and dangerous.” You argued, sitting down on the bed and crossing your legs. Jason laughed, rolling his eyes. “When has that ever stopped you?” You pouted. “Well last time I did something stupid and reckless and dangerous I ended up undead. But I suppose that means nothing worse could realistically happen… let’s do it.” You grinned. Jason grinned and gave you a hug. “There’s my little adrenaline junkie.” You laughed and shoved him off. “Eww cooties! And I used to be taller than you.” “But not anymore, so… bite me.” Jason stuck his tongue out at you.
Simon knocked on Scott’s front door, a little nervous. They’d been nice enough in school, but maybe now that there weren’t as many witnesses around, their behaviours might have changed. Stiles opened the door, and tilted his head. “Simon? Is everything okay?” “I need your help. I mean the pack’s help. Please?” Simon did his best puppy dog look. “Dude, almost all my friends are werewolves, the puppy thing does not work on me. Come on in, we’re not gonna murder you.” He stepped to the side and Simon carefully stepped into the house. “You’ve got good timing, we’re actually in the middle of a pack meeting. Hungry?” Stiles asked, closing the door behind him. “I’m kinda on a liquid diet, remember?” Simon said quietly, a little embarrassed. “Oh shit, of course. I forgot. You just seem so normal. Which is actually abnormal. I’ve never met someone who likes Star Wars as much as me.” Stiles rambled, leading him into Scott’s living room, which contained every pack member. Simon froze for a moment before moving a bit more into the room, everyone watching him expectantly. “I need your help.” “Yeah, we heard.” Malia muttered. “Sorry, I forgot. Normally werewolves aren’t this friendly to vampires. But there’s a vampire in the school, and I want to find them so I can help them.” Simon looked at Scott, who laughed. “It’s either Y/N or Jason. They’re never apart but they smell like blood and vampire. Don’t know which is which though.” Simon nodded. “Thanks. That’s all I need.” Scott frowned. “You can stay if you want? I can sense that you need a pack. You’re welcome to join ours.” Simon’s eyes widened. “Really?” They all nodded, and Simon sat down, a little awkwardly. “We’re trying to figure out what’s been attacking people.” Stiles explained. “Any theories?”
You know what I find heartbreaking. When you are watching a film/TV series and you look at one of the characters during the first film/episodes compared to the last and they are so broken and all the humour they had has gone. They look so sad and defeated with life and it breaks my heart