Stiles was ready for a boring day at school, he preferred staying at home connecting the dots of the mysterious murders and keeping his werewolf friend, Scott at bay. New transfer student? He didn't care. Until he was interrupted mid-yawn staring at the prettiest girl he had ever seen. So delicate. So untouchable. You had a cold aura around you, skin almost glistening like light.

It's as if the entire class knew that something shifted, your eyes were calculative and your energy was too exotic. He shifted in his seat drumming his fingers anxiously. Weeks had gone by and you were as mysterious as the first day in Beacon Hills. He couldn't even focus on the new murders he wanted to investigate.

"Haha. Are you a vampire or something?" The words just slipped out of him, his funny sarcastic persona would break any second and that's when you turned to face him and absolutely ignored him, his heart froze. You were definitely supernatural. Was it elegant malevolence? Or is he finally having a crush on someone except Lydia?

Until one day, Stiles, Scott, Lydia and Kira were stuck in the dark hallways at evening, arguing and yelling at each other when Stiles spotted someone in the hallway, it was you. Eerily beautiful. "Y-you! You're the murderer! The- uh the pretty vampire girl- HAHA I KNEW IT."