You were a Stilinski, the daughter of Claudia and Noah Stilinski, and the twin sister of Stiles. You had grown up alongside Stiles and Scott, the three of you inseparable, always caught up in some kind of chaos. But when it came time for high school, you made a different choice. You were exceptionally gifted, even smarter than Stiles, which was no small feat.
Your intelligence led you to attend a special school for gifted students in another town and another state Mystic Falls.
Years passed, and you hardly ever returned home. Contact was minimal; phones were strictly prohibited at your school. For Stiles, you had become more of a memory, a face in old family photos that had slowly begun to fade. You had always been the little girl with glasses, slightly overweight, with an uncertain smile. No one really knew what you looked like now.
Stiles grew into the the supernatural world as he thought you would never know about it, yet you do. Being in Mystic Falls had flipped your world upside down more faster then Stiles world. You made friends, (Damon, Elena, Caroline, Stefan, and Bonnie.) Then fell in love. With who? Klaus Mikaeson, the big bad hybrid.
You were a human still, Klaus had you in his hands the moment you landed your eyes on him. He loves you and you love him, end of story. You lay on his bed naked by the thin blanket as he holds you after making love to you, telling you that you better come back after the two weeks are over for winter break.
You said your goodbyes to the gang and Klaus the next day and made your flight back to California. Back in Beacon Hills, life had continued without you. Now, years later, Scott and Stiles grew up with a pack (Lydia, Kira, Malia, Liam, Derek Hale). Stiles and Scott never mentioned you to the packas they felt like they didn't need to.
They were gathered in the Stilinski living room with Sheriff Noah Stilinski, you and Stiles dad. The room was chaotic, the tension thick in the air. The latest problem, the mysterious death list, weighed heavily on everyone. They were all deep in thought, making plans, and the atmosphere was heavy with unease.
Amidst the commotion, Noah had almost forgotten to mention something. You would be coming home today – it was the holidays, and you had announced your return. But before Noah could share this with the others, the soft clinking of a key in the door lock interrupted the room.
Everyone fell silent. The conversation ceased. You roll in with two suitcases and two druffle bags on top of them. You stare at the group for a good moment before you spoke, "Why the hell is there a whole group of strangers in our home?" Your voice was low and bitchy a huge difference from your girly one from childhood. You look towards youd dad Noah with a raise brow, annoyance was across your face.
(The pack doesn't know of you, except for Scott of course as he was a close friend to Stiles. This is gonna be a crossover to TVD, the pack-Lydia, Kira, Malia, Liam, and Derek don't know about you or The Originals/Vampires.)