GUYSSSSSSS! okay, new story, hope you like it…and btw it gets kinda graphic? If you have problems with it, i'll put up a small warning…like a symbol or something, and that'll be that :D i really hope you guys like it! oh and btw this ** is when you should start playing the song if you do look it up (: and that'll be the warning thingy

OH, and this is an AU where they're all in college, and if you have any questions about their timeline or circumstances, whatever you want to know, come ask me (:

Chapter 1

"she was forged in fire, and raised from the ashes"

Paris Is Burning by St Vincent

The Id, the Ego, and the Super-Ego.

The id, of course was commonly linked with instinct, or the libido. Primal desire to kick someone's ass, have sex, and the instinct to survive by any means possible? That's the id...sort of. It's also a bunch of other complicated shit. The id is what makes us all impulsive, and if we didn't have the ego and the super-ego to help us out, we wouldn't be able to restrain ourselves. We're born with the id in full force. That's why babies cry so damn much; they won't stop until they get what they want.

The ego was there to...please the id in a more realistic and conventional way. And last but not least, the super ego. The super ego was all about rules, learning, moral values and all that jazz.

And as I sat through my Folklore and Mythology course, my id was wanting to just get the hell out. While the professor was extremely enthusiastic about the subject, and while he was actually good at teaching it, I was starting to get a little sick of sitting in one place, but both my ego and my super ego restrained me from doing so. Only they worked a bit harder than usual.

It was, after all, a full moon.

"Dude, this class is gonna be frickin' awesome." I heard someone say as they entered the class, late. It never ceased to amaze me how people always seemed to think it was okay to sign up for a morning class when they know damn well that they'll be late to each and every lesson. Of course, I'm one of those people, but whatever. I

"I don't know...I mean, don't we have Deaton for this stuff?"

"Deaton can't know everything. Besides-"

"Excuse me, sir." The professor called out. "You're late."

No shit, sherlock.

Their eyes widened and I rolled my eyes as they stuttered and flushed with embarrassment. Did they not know class, lesson, lecture…whatever, started like an hour ago? Idiots. I twirled a red curl around my finger, looking around as Prof. Harmon moved on with the lesson. His lips moving to quick and his voice going out a few times for reasons unknown to me, but one could assume many things from that simple detail. Or maybe it was just my hyperactive mind and unnecessarily short attention span. Or maybe it was just because boredom had me in its vice grip.

"'scuse me, sorry, yeah-oops, sorry 'bout that-"

I heard the voice as it neared and hoped to god they wouldn't take the seat next to mine, especially not if it was one of those bumbling idiots that had come in just a few seconds ago.

Just my luck...it was.

"Hey-uh...-mind if I sit here? No? Good."

His bag nearly chopped my head off as he placed it down on the desk. I clenched my jaw and set it in my hands. "Great." I whispered to myself.

"Sorry, did you say something?"

I turned around and my own sea green eyes stared into the softest caramel colored eyes I'd ever seen. Moles scattered across his face and he was actually...attractive. His lips looked softer than silk, his hair was dark and messy, but in a cute kind of way. I bit my lip and averted my eyes for just a second and replied in the most disinterested way I could.

"Nope."

"Uh-I'm Stiles, by the way."

"Stiles?"

What kind of name was Stiles?

"Yeah-well, no. That's my nickname."

I nodded and placed my head in my hands. He pulled his lips in and stared at me expectantly. I sighed, long and everlasting. He was just some random guy, who cared if he knew my name? "I'm Aracelia."

"Awesome."

I grimaced and sat back in my chair as he took his stuff out and made tons of noise. Every clatter on the table, every scraping of the chair as it slide against the hard floor, and every curse that came from his mouth made me sink further and further into my seat.

"Awesome." I whispered.

I walked down the sidewalk, the cold air nipping at my skin. The street lights illuminated the city as it buzzed with life. Shops, restaurants, and stands decorated the streets of LA, the full moon hanging high in the sky. People were walking around, some drunk off their asses, hanging onto their boyfriends for their dear lives, some were walking with their friends laughing and smiling.

And then there were the ones that were like me, alone. I didn't mind it, not one bit. If I wanted friends I would have them, but I don't. And that's just how I liked it. Friends were an inconvenience I couldn't afford to have, not when I had so much on my plate already.

My head pulsed angrily and my stomach churned. There was an ache in my teeth and something told me that only biting on something, hard, would relieve it. I'd been able to deal with it throughout the entirety of the day, but there was something else climbing up my spine and entering my bloodstream as the full moon crept higher. It crawled beneath my skin and every part of me felt hungry.

The soles of my feet were aching by the time I got to the apartments. The modern building towered over the people walking by, the golden lights reflecting against the marble floors. Officials walked around in suits and formal dresses, cellphones in one hand and gold in the other. I ignored them all and breezed by them with my key card in hand.

I'd never really like this apartment building. Not because it was unappealing or trashy, just because it was…too much. The people, the money, the space, it was too much. Not that I didn't appreciate it, I did, so much, but I wasn't exactly someone that screamed luxurious. You see me walking down the street and you think struggling college student, not daughter of Katerina Romanov, CEO of some big shot company I didn't even bother memorizing the name of.

"Aria!"

Walking down the corridors on my floor, I halted right in front of my door when my neighbor called for me. She'd made it her personal little nickname. My eyes closed and I could already feel the impatience stirring within me as her bubbly voice echoed through the halls. I could already see her annoyingly bright curls bouncing and her mossy green eyes shining with every step she took towards me. She was like a sunny morning on a bad day.

I turned to her with a look that was none to pleased, and while she faltered in her step, she ignored my obvious displeasure and bounded towards me like happiness shined out of her ass.

"Hey, Aria!"

"Maddy, what a surprise."

She stopped in front of Aria, her pleasant smile making her glow brighter than ever. "Just wanted to know what you were doing tonight." Her hands moved to sit in the back pockets of her jeans, waiting for my answer with patience. Ever since she'd met me, she'd tried to make us be the best of friends. How she could do it, I had no freaking idea. I would have already given up if I were her. Clearly I wasn't going to budge. I hadn't for two years.

"I'm heading off to work, you know, it's a busy day today. Being Friday and all." My key card sat heavily in the palm of my hand, waiting to be used.

"I don't know why you work in that dingy bar, I mean…it's slimy and gross, and you're shiny and beautiful." The words tumbled quickly out of her mouth, but she made no correction and I had to admit it was pretty fucking sweet.

"Thanks, but…it pays. And those slimy and gross people give great tips." I twirled the key card between my fingers, my chipping nails scratching lightly against the plastic. I could feel precipitation forming at the base of my neck as the chirpy blonde only stared at me inquisitively. It was almost like she was trying to reach into my mind and pull out information. It was unnerving. My teeth caught onto the plump flesh of my lip, nibbling and licking in a constant pattern as I looked back at the door that separated me from my comfortable apartment. "Yeah, okay well you can leave now. To wherever it was you were going."

Her eyebrows drew together, her bottom lip pushing forward into a sulking pout. Her arms crossed and she rolled her eyes before saying, "Why don't I just go to work with you?" Her pouted lips dissolved into a small grin, almost looking proud of herself.

"You're extra persistent today."

"Well it is your birthday." I looked up at her and the biggest smirk was on her face. How the hell could she know it was my birthday? Hell, even I forgot. My eyebrows raised automatically, mouth parting as I tilted my head to the side. This girl truly was something. Besides, it wasn't the best of nights. Not only was it my birthday, but it was a full moon. Maybe if it were another, I would have let her come with me. Maybe. Actually, no. I still wouldn't have.

"How…?"

She shrugged her shoulders, her hip popping to the side as her smug smile took over her features. The light in the hallways reflected off of her already glossy, blonde curls, her eyes twinkling with something unknown to me, but it made her light up even more, if that was possible. Her voice chimed like bells as she spoke further. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that this will be the year where you finally accept me as your best and only friend."

I pulled my lips in, I could feel the turmoil stirring in my mind as I looked the girl over with calculating eyes. She wasn't my best friend, she wasn't even my friend, but she was persistent. Why, I have no fucking clue. Maybe she was lonely, or maybe she was trying to find a way into my life to kill me. Nope, that was definitely not it. Either way it didn't matter.

"No. You're not coming with me to work. I don't want you there, just like I don't want you here."

I ignored the sliver of hurt that passed through her eyes because it really didn't matter how she felt about the situation. This girl had been trying for the past two years to be my friend, and sure there were a few moments where I'd relapsed and told her something about my life. Like that one time I found out my ex-boyfriend was cheating on me with his "best friend". The key card rested in my hand for a few more moments before I took the liberty to slide it into the slot.

I just wanted to be alone. I worked best that way.

"Well, tough. I'm going with you anyway." I looked back at her, my eyebrows high and my lips pursed as she challenged me with her mossy eyes.

It was gonna be a long night.

My feet ached, my head was pounding and there was sweat forming at the base of my neck as men and women combined slid their warm bodies against mine. The pungent smell of stale pot, cigs, and BO wafted off the customers and permeated the air, fusing with the alcohol that remained a permanent scent in Kenzie's. It was a normal night working at the bar, my hair pulled into a tight ponytail as I wiped the tables down with a rag I found in the sink. There was a knot in the pit of my stomach growing tighter and higher as the moon started got closer and closer to its highest point.

People had been in and out of the bar for hours, and still they were coming in. Mostly college students looking for a good time, sometimes a little too much of a good time. No one would leave until they were sweating alcohol, and I could smell every bit of it. Not that it bothered me...anymore. It used to back when I was knew, but as time passed by I'd become accustomed to it. Except for today. No, today was a whole other story. The scent was stinging at my nostrils and at one point my eyes watered.

Maddy was smiling at some guy that took the liberty of sitting next to her at the bar. Her finger was wrapped around a strand of her blonde hair, lips pulled up and her white teeth showing.

She'd never given up, even after I walked in my apartment. Actually, she followed me in. She insisted that no one deserved to be alone on their birthday, that she wouldn't annoy me, that she would stay out of my way, and so far she has. But that didn't mean I was pleased with her presence. She was just so…there. Like a bug that wasn't bothering you, but you still wanted to get rid of just in case. It was annoying.

"Aria! Tend to these…lovely people, please. I'm on my break."

Adelaide called from behind the bar, her dark locks swinging back and forth as she made her way out of the crowd of people. A sigh escaped my lips as the people she was talking about came into view. Two guys were sitting on the stools, one spinning from side to side and the other nodding his head to the shittiest song we had ever played. I started walking towards the counter, ignoring the bodies bumping into me from behind. Licking my lips, I put a charming smile on my face and walked behind the bar to serve the two boys.

"Hey, boys, what can I get you two today?"

They both looked up at me, and I was faced with sudden recognition. Those whiskey brown eyes and that messy chocolate locks echoed in my mind, and it seemed he recognized me as well. The guy from my Folklore and Mythology class. I pulled my lips in and leaned on the counter, waiting for one of them to answer.

"Aracelia! Hey, I didn't know you worked here." He smiled, his teeth showing and small dimples appearing on each cheek. He arm bumped his friend, trying to get him to pay attention and I almost rolled my eyes. I just wanted to take his order. "Scott, this is Aracelia-" He put emphasis on my name, making sure to roll the 'R's just right and pronouncing it the way it was supposed to be pronounced. I had to admit it was quite impressive, most people didn't get it right. "She's in our class this semester."

"Hey, I'm Scott." The boy smiled a puppy-like smile. His chocolate eyes reflecting a warmth that was hard to find these days and I found myself giving him a small nod of acknowledgement and the smallest of smiles. Though, it probably looked like a grimace.

"Right, so…what can I get you guys?"

"Two beers, please…Dos Equis?" Stiles offered a a sheepish grin as he splayed his hands on the counter, it came out as more of a question but I accepted it. He was probably one of those people that just turned 21 and decided to go buy some legal alcohol, but knew jack shit about it. Hell, I would.

He pulled the sleeves of his plaid shirt to his elbows and I took notice of the tattoo that ran down his forearm. Rays of something akin to fire protruding from an endless knot. I pulled the notch and filled the cup with their preferred beer wordlessly as I traced the pattern with my eyes. I may have only been in Folklore and Mythology for a few days, but there was a reason I was in it, and that symbol was one I'd seen countless of times.

"Nice ink." I commented lightly as I passed them their beer. Stiles only smiled and nodded, his eyes suddenly turning away from mine and looking down at the tattoo on his forearm. His fingers pressed against the stained skin, tracing it like someone would a scar. Scott grinned, his lips tilting and teeth showing and once again he reminded me of a puppy. "That'll be $5.50."

"Aria!"

Maddy's voice rung in my ears, shrill and happy with a bit of a slur. Working in a bar such as this one had given me a bit of experience, and I knew a drunk just by listening to their voice. Maddy was definitely drunk. I closed my eyes briefly, enjoying the bit of peace I could offer myself, which wasn't much at all. A sigh rocked through my body as I turned towards her gleeful smile and glazed eyes.

"Maddy, remember what you told me? About not bothering me while I'm working?" I let my eyes fall towards the boys that sat staring through amused eyes as she tripped while trying her best to stand still. Suddenly, her eyes began to water and I began to panic. She looked at me like a she was a lost puppy, a pout forming on her pink lips and her chin trembling.

"I-I just wanted to give you a good birthday, Aria." She slurred, her voice was low and pained, and I could tell she was going to start full on bawling if I didn't do something. Thing was, I had no fucking idea what to do. "You-you're just…so lonely. And I just want to be your f-friend." she hiccuped.

"You are going to have the worst hangover ever." I whispered under my breath, a silent prayer hidden in there somewhere. Maybe it would keep her from trying to be my friend again. "Alright, let's go…I'll take you home."

"No, I got her." A man was at her side, his arm snaked around her waist throughout the whole encounter and I hadn't even noticed. He smiled at me, but I'd seen that same smile printed on other men and it was as genuine as he was cute. Not one bit. His hand was gripping at her a bit too hard for me to be comfortable, his eyes were sliding up and down her body with intentions I could see clear as day. Then, he smirked down at her. It was a slimy, disgusting smirk that I wanted to rip right off his face.

Among other things.

"How about no? You're going to take your grimy hands off of her, and give her to me." My jaw clenched and my eyes set angrily on his, I could feel something bubbling in my gut as he only shook his head and laughed.

"Listen, bitch-"

"Today is not the day to mess with me, buddy." I snarled, heat encasing me as he only cocked his filthy eyebrow and gave me a once-over. Disgust coiled tightly in my stomach. His arm tightened around Maddy's waist and I could hear the whimper as it passed her lips. His fingers were gripping tightly at her hip, digging into the flesh and prodding at the bone. He was hurting her.

That was when I started to tremble, and not from fear.

"Let her go."

Scott was listening to everything. His eyes were wide and angered, jaw clenched and teeth grinding. I could hear it. He stepped wearily between the douche bag and I. His broad shoulders blocked my view, tense and ready for anything that came his way. His fingers curling into something more dangerous, feral almost. The action was familiar in my eyes, everything his actions was familiar. There was a growl in his voice, rumbling deep and dangerous and I heard it all. I felt something shift within me, tearing and screaming inside of me. I was teetering on the edge of completely losing my shit.

Though one good thing did happen, he backed away. His tongue licked at the corner of his lips, a smug smirk tugging at his lips. "I see, you want her all for yourself." He let go of a disgruntled Maddy, pushing her towards Scott mercilessly. I could see the anger deep in his eyes, though. It creeped beneath the blue irises and surfaced in the veins in his eyes that were red and swollen. He was on something.

"You can take her."

The knot in my gut tightened some more. He looked at me again, and the glint in his eyes made my toes curl inwards and the light hairs on my arms stand to attention. I could feel it again, the quiet rage swimming steadily in my gut. It wouldn't be long until I snapped.

Maddy's voice took me away for a second. It penetrated my derailing thoughts, reaching my ears and anchoring me to the Earth and away from the darkness that was threatening to break through.

"You're soooo cute." She was giggling and smiling, her hand was settled and splayed on Scott's bicep, squeezing subtly and I could see her eyes light up in delight. An internal groan fought its way to the surface as he only looked down at her with a small smile and amusement. "Like, really, really cute. Right, Aria? Isn't he the…cutest?"

I only shook my head and stepped closer to her, watching carefully as she pushed herself closer and closer to him. I didn't like it, not one bit. "The cutest." I bit out. Maybe it was because she was completely wasted and I was a semi-good person, but I really wanted to pull her from his grasp and take her away from anyone that could possibly take advantage of her. "We should go, Maddy. You need to sober up." I reached for her wrist, pulling her out of his hold and giving him a tight lipped smile when he only nodded. "Thanks."

And that was it.

It was only half an hour later that I was able to call in and ask to leave my shift a little earlier than usual. Maddy was still drunk, and I was still aggravated. I could feel everything around me like fire licking at my skin. My senses were heightened by a thousand. My clothes were to tight against my body, rubbing against my irritated skin like velcro. Maddy's voice was like nails against chalkboard thrumming in my ears.

"Ugh, finally, that place stiiiinks." Maddy complained, leaning against me with all of her weight. I wasn't bothered by it, I mean, it wasn't like I was walking for the both of us or anything. "How do you even deal with it? That bar is like…cheap. And disgusting. You should work somewhere more high class. Like…"

"Maddy, please shut up." My jaw clenched, teeth grinding together roughly. Her voice had a lasting effect, though, and even though it was quiet now, everything else wasn't. We were walking down an empty sidewalk, but I could hear her heartbeat loud and clear. It was loud and I could feel it throb throughout my body as the moon shone against my sweaty skin.

Her perfume was driving me insane, invading my nostrils and spreading up to my brain. It was sharp, and sweet…too sweet. There was something about it that made everything more powerful. And not in a good way. It made a deep seeded hunger pool inside of me.

"I'm just saaying." Maddy drawled, each syllable dragged out before she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and I could hear it. She breathed in suddenly, and exhaled loudly. Her face was set in confusion and I looked over at her as a sulking pout formed on her face. "Aria, do you have anyone?"

Her question was light in her voice, too light to be what it really was. "What do you mean?" I quipped. I played dumb, of course I played dumb. How could anyone expect an answer to a question like that. It was a short question, but it struck chords and brought shattered memories to the surface. My answer was layered with years of agony, years of doubt. It was the kind of question that didn't have an answer. It had a story.

And mine was anything but happy.

"I mean…like people." She hiccuped for the thousandth time that night as she tried to explain herself. Her head twisted to look at me through her big, innocent eyes. Her iris' swimming with different highs of green and brown. I could feel her arm tightening around my elbow as she tripped on nothing in particular. "You know?"

I did know.

"No, Maddy. You're drunk and you have no idea what you're saying. Let's just get you home, okay?"

She shifted her body closer to mine and I could feel the hunger I felt before resurface and I pulled my lip into my mouth and gnawed. The silky flesh was swollen and red, but it soothed the growing ache in my teeth for just a while. Her question still lingered in the air. I breathed it in, and it poisoned me with its cruel intentions.

"But-" Maddy started.

"Hey!"

A new voice called out, charged with rage and malice. It thundered feet from where Maddy and I stood and I felt my heartbeat pick up as the moon reflected off of Maddy's terrified eyes. It was the guy from the bar. I turned around and his eyes reflected nothing but pure evil. His steps were slow and deliberate, each one echoing louder and louder in my ears and I could feel the power of the full moon shifting within me.

My mind was too absorbed in Maddy, I hadn't picked up on the limping footsteps and erratic heartbeat. I hadn't smelled the sweat that rolled off of the man, hadn't smelled the crank in his breath, or the seen the bloodshot eyes. It was a full moon, and everything was heightened, how could I miss it?

Suddenly, I was being jerked against something hard. Pain bloomed in the back of my head, throbbing against my skull so hard I thought it would rip open.

Maddy's scream pierced the air but I could only feel the blood seeping passed my skin and staining my hair. Disgusting breath fanned across the skin on my cheeks and a groan left my parted lips.

**"That's right, you fucking bitch. Feel the pain." His body was hard and trembling against mine as he pressed me against the wall of a store that stood a few doors down from the bar. "You think you can just humiliate me? That you can take away what's mine?" He growled into my ear, his hand maneuvered so it was pressed tightly against my wind pipe. I could feel the oxygen slowly get stripped from me as he pressed harder and harder, but that wasn't really what worried me. Not one bit.

I could feel the wound on the back of my head stitching itself back together, the blood left only as a reminder.

The moon was at its apex.

A sharp inhale was heard loud and clear, a low moan of pain right after and it was mine.

An ache spread throughout my body, moving through my bones and muscles leisurely as he only continued to talk. My eyes shifted towards Maddy, I could see her trembling and hear her whimpering but I offered her a simple nod as she backed into the car.

The rage that was once quiet and slow burning was now a fire spreading through my veins. It seared and boiled in my blood. A growl threatened to escape my lips, I could feel it trembling in my chest. My lip lifted at the corner in disgust as he only moved his face closer to my own.

The shift was starting.

"What? You scared? What happened to the brave little girl in the bar? Huh?" He taunted. A mirthless smile was spread across his cracking lips.

The ache in my teeth increased a tenth fold, the flesh of my gums tearing and blood spilling from the wound as the razor edged fangs descended. I could feel them sliding down my gums, aching and longing to tear through flesh. I would have tried to control it, but he wasn't worth my efforts.

"I'm not scared." There was a darkness in my voice as I spoke, and I knew he could hear it. It thundered throughout my own body. My eyes darkened, the whites of my eyes were no longer white. They were black like the ebony night. The hunger that had settled before was blooming throughout my entire body until it was a need. I yearned for whatever would satiate me, and in this case, it would be him. My entire body was alight, heat engulfing and thrumming throughout my entire being.

"No?" He asked, and shifted me so I was looking straight into his eyes, and the smirk that was stretched on his cracked lips disappeared instantly. The veins beneath my eyes had darkened and pulsed against the sensitive flesh and I reveled in the fear that flashed in his eyes. "Wh-what the hell…it's…what are you?" His heartbeat pulsed against his neck, I could see the vein moving back and fourth with each and every beat, I could smell the fear that wafted off of him in waves and I wanted to bathe in it.

He stumbled back, his eyes wide and the whites of his eyes were more visible than ever. Need and hunger were coursing through my veins, traveling from my toes to my fingertips until it reached my throat and that was when I really felt it. It attacked me with fervor and the animalistic growl that escaped my lips was filled with a rage that could kill anyone.

I lurched without a thought, my eyes set on his shaking form. Fear was clouding around him, an aura that was dark and bright at once. His terror was palpable, it was suffocating and it was pleasing all at once. One second I was standing against a wall, the next my legs were straddling his waist, tight and unrelenting as he squirmed. My hands caught his wrists and I pinned him to the ground. A dull throb began in my gums and I grinned a fangy grin.

He screamed and sobbed, but I didn't relent. I was starving for his life, his blood, his essence. My head tilted back for just a milliliter of a second before it descended quick and harsh against his neck. My fangs pierced through the flesh of his jugular and my hand covered his mouth to muffle his screams as the blood poured into my mouth.

Pleasure flooded inside of me. Something had been building up inside of me since the last full moon, since the last time I was really able to feed the way I was, and to feel it be released was like a relief the exceeded from my pores. The desperate need, the insatiable hunger that pulsed throughout my entire being, carnal and nothing human about it, was being satisfied and it was euphoric.

A sweet delirium swept across my body, mind and soul.

His blood pooled in my mouth with each suckle. It was sweet, like a wine aged to perfection and I wanted more. I sunk deeper into his neck and tore through his flesh more savagely, feeling it rip beneath my hold. His heart pulsed in his blood, it danced on my tongue with each pull and I could feel his life slipping and I let it.

It was only when a high pitched scream cut through my trance that I looked up. It rang clear in my ears, piercing through me like a knife. My eyes were glazed over with lust for more, everything was blurry and blood clouded my vision, but it went away as soon as I registered the scream.

Maddy.

With the blood still staining my chin and mouth, I let go of his body. His lifeless eyes were staring right at me, terrified and wide, but I couldn't care less about his mauled corpse. The blood on my fingers dripped onto the floor and stained the cement.

I stood carefully and warily, watching as Maddy fell back. Her heals scraped against the cement, struggling to get a real grip on the ground to back up. Her eyes were clouded over with terror and disgust. Her chin was trembling and moisture gathered in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She was terrified beyond belief, and maybe that was why I was so surprised at the brazenness in her next words.

"What the hell are you?"

Happy Birthday to me.

ha, oh shhit.
yes, stiles of the stilinski clan has a tattoo, and there is a reason. I'm sure some of you know what kind of tattoo it is, and what it does. For those who don't, well, you'll know eventually (;

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